#over the course of like 3 days ive just. died

[lanayrutower]

i'm about to throw hands with this yt poll.

this is the zelda version of that twitter butch post to me.

[peterparkersnose]

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: attack description, clicker attack, nightmares, anxiety, wound description, angst, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, swearing, mentions and descriptions of gun use, near death experience (if u can’t handle the game don’t read)

HAPPY LAST OF US DAY!!!

a/n ive played tlou 3x and tlou2 2x (going through my second round rn) so shut up pls i dont want any of the ‘you only like joel bc hes pedro’ fr come on ive been playing this game since i was 12. (i’m not like other girls 🥵) jackson joel just does something to me mmmm. wrote this nov 18 ‘22 saved for today

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summary Y/N gets attacked by a clicker during an intense time with Joel

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read time: 12 mins 28 seconds

You could feel the air escaping your lungs at a dangerous rate. The rifle at your side slammed against your thigh as you kept running. The thick forest was just as you remembered it; wet, cold, and dark.

You were outnumbered. Mostly runners, but you spotted a few clickers. The brush on the forest floor wasn’t helping. Your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your boots against the snowy ground were making too much noise.

Where the fuck was Ellie?

3 bullets. Rifle was empty, spent that on some sharp shooting up the hill on some runners you and Ellie found in the town. How stupid were you? Those were an easy kill with a knife. But your childish games on who could get the best headshot left you empty.

Your heart dropped as the rock formation appeared. It was too high. It covered the forest like the earth split into two. That is when you came to terms, and you had to come to it quickly.

You were going to die.

Soon enough, the first runner appeared. Easy kill. One down, maybe 7 to go?

Where the fuck was Ellie?

The next one came. Two down. Three at a time now? A fucking clicker followed them? You wished the brush was tall enough to hide in.

It was useless fighting off three runners at a time with a clicker on their heels. This was it. Death.

The stone wall was cool against your backside. You hugged your knees to your chest as you pulled out your handgun.

At least the clicker would have a good meal.

Shot- one down. Shot- another. The clicker sped up. Shot, wounded but not dead. Quick slice with the knife. Dead.

The shrieking screams of the clicker engulfed your senses as the monster came running at you. It’s flailing arms we’re the last thing you were prepared to see.

You felt the hands on your shoulder. Dead hands of a monster, unspeakable to most. The hands grabbed your shoulders, but no bite came.

Just blinding white noise and a splatter on your face.

You had convinced yourself you were dead. You would never see anyone again. You had died the same death as your father years prior. The death that left you alone.

“Dad?” you managed to mutter out.

The white noise turned into ringing as two hands held your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/N? Y/N please, are you okay?”

Ellie.

“Maria I found her! Here!”

Cloth material wiped over your eyes and they opened. Ellie, splattered with blood stood in front of you with the most panicked look you had ever seen on the girls face.

“Your okay!” she yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you.

Sitting besides you two was the headless clicker that should have killed you.

***

You should be dead. Get this horrible life over with. Dead with your father, with the mother you never knew. Living a life without this disease, these creatures. Free of pain.

When you woke up in the medical wing you were pretty sure almost the whole town was there. You felt like an item on display at a museum. Looking over all the eyes, you most definitely were not searching for his. The whole reason you volunteered to go out with Ellie that day instead of Dina. And of course, he was not there. Why would he be?

“She’s awake!” someone yelled from the crowd. Every eye in the room seemed to fall on you at once. The nurse pushed past the group of people and went to your side.

“For heavens sake! Get out!” the nurse yelled to the group of onlookers. “Give her some goddamn space.” you heard from the crowd as people started to walk towards the exit.

Everyone wanted a look at the girl who survived a clicker attack.

“Hey,” she said, slowly approaching you and sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Ellie!” you exclaimed, embracing the girl tightly. “What happened?” you asked Ellie, releasing your grip on her and settling back into the bed.

The bond had been there since the day you met her. You always remember the look of the scared little girl on the back of Joel’s horse when they first entered Jackson. The bond you two had helped her grow into the person she is now. Ellie had always described you as an older sister. But Ellie was always there for you, and you for her. She was your best friend, platonic soulmate. And a damn good shot.

“I killed it,” she said bluntly. “I-I came at the right time it was about to bite you and- you should have seen it Y/N my shotgun did a number on that thing.”

“A-am I infected?” you asked, looking down at your body for the first time. Your tank top was still on, your jacket was missing. Your jeans were covered in dry blood and smelt of pine needles.

“It’s been three days. You got some pretty nasty scratches though. Sick looking if you ask me. Scars of a warrior.” she added, referring to her tattoo.

And that’s when you saw them. The claw marks were sewn shut on your left shoulder. Your eyes widened as you began to panic. You began to squirm and the pain set in.

“Hey, hey calm down. She took care of you. Best nurse in town, I made sure.” Ellie said, grabbing your good shoulder and stroking your arm to calm you down.

“The doctors said if your vitals stay stable for the next few hours you can go home. Dina and I cleaned up the place for you,” Ellie smiled, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What have people been saying?” you asked, holding her hand tightly in yours. “That your a hero. You cleared out that building and we found a stash of food that’s going to last for… well, probably a good year. That’s amazing Y/N! They found baby formula for JJ- tons of it. You were right it was the old warehouse.”

A small smile rose to your lips but Ellie could tell what you really wanted to hear about.

What Joel had been saying.

And Joel hasn’t said much. Tommy had told him a brief description in passing of what happened when it was happening. He figured you were dead when they sent out a rescue wagon for you. He even watched as Maria’s horse lead in your body. Ellie was sitting with you in her arms screaming for a nurse, your whole left arm was covered in blood. What was visible of your face was white as a sheet and you weren’t moving. Joel had to silently give up the inkling of what could have been. Hell, you were the first girl who he even considered after his divorce over thirty years ago. It had to end one day and he had to silently agree with it.

“I don’t…” Ellie began, following with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t get yourself worked up over it. It’s not worth it.” Ellie began, knowing her friend too well. “Did he even come and see me?” you asked, looking to Ellie’s eyes. She couldn’t look into yours. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“Am I a fool?” you asked her. “I’m not sure,” she replied, weary.

The whole reason you went with her instead of Dina was because of Joel. You most definitely could not face him that day after the previous night.

He had knocked on your door a little after nine. He noticed a change in your demeanor today when he came in the room while teaching the some of the kids how to shoot. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Joel felt like he had some responsibility over you to make sure you were always okay because of what happened.

Joel was the one who was with your father when he died.

Sure, he was older than you. You weren’t sure exactly, but he was younger than your father by many years. The attraction from your end started when you saw him drunk off his ass during a celebration dancing with Tommy in the bar. It was the most unconventionally attractive thing, but it flipped some switch in you. When your dad died he taught you how to perfect your aim and kill efficiently. Never crossing any line because you were his dead friend’s daughter. And you were so close to Ellie. Ellie wasn’t too fond of your crush that you confided in her, but she grew to love the idea. Her family.

He came and visited you a little after nine. You were about to slip into bed before you heard the knock on your door. The night was cold and your pajama pants and thin tank top was not cutting it. You invited him inside. He had brought you a tiny gift to lift your mood; a bottle of gin. Your favorite. And you two drank at least half of that bottle of gin. You talked about everything from your father’s death to the time Tommy accidentally washed his clothes with Maria’s pink bra and still has an abundance of pink clothing to this day. The gin was most definitely speaking when you told him how you felt.

And he left.

“Let it go for now- okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and back home.” Ellie reassured you. Nodding your head, you fell back into the cold bed and closed your eyes just wishing it could all go away.

-

Home was empty as it could be. The bottle of gin sat on your coffee table. Your bed was made for the first time in years. Your work station was organized and all of your pens and art supplies were cleaned. You had remembered when Joel gave you those pens, he found them one day and thought of you. Your rifles now hung on your wall. Definitely was Dina’s idea, but you liked it. A tiny gift wrapped in a beige paper with a tiny bit of twine around it sat under your newly mounted rifles.

“Woo hoo. Christmas.” you said to yourself sarcastically. Kneeling down, you opened the package.

Bullets.

For safe keeping, ~Maria

Of course it was from Maria. She always played the mother you never had when she wanted to.

The immense feeling of sleep hit you like a brick wall. I guess being attacked by a clicker and living was a strenuous activity. All you wanted now to do was sleep. Unmaking the nicely folded sheets, you melted back into your bed. The sun was setting in your window and the horses were coming in for the day. You could hear them trotting past your window. You wondered if Joel was just feet away. It was what now… Thursday? You couldn’t remember if he still did the Thursday shift or if he switched with someone else. Who cares, sleep was creeping up slowly and the thought of Joel set you out cold.

The forest was blacker than usual. Without a doubt, you recognized where you were. Running again. All you seemed to do was run now these days. Taking a brief look back while you ran through the forest, you stopped as you realized a whole hoard of clickers were just at your heels. You didn’t have time to react. They were on you ripping your flesh off your body. The dream never seemed to end. You felt each bite and tear of your flesh until-

“Y/N!” Maria screamed, shaking you awake and still being mindful of your wound. “Fuck!” you screamed, sobbing into her arms. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you continued, squirming in bed as she held you.

Your door was wide open and it was now pitch black out. The screams alerted security, and they called for a search of the town. Tommy quickly found the source of the screams and sent Maria in.

Standing outside your door was Tommy, peering in on the sight of his wife with you.

“Gather people. She needs to be watched.” Maria commanded Tommy as she held your shaking body. Too many people had left their homes now to look at the scene and disrupted the peaceful night.

-

Ellie sat with your head in her lap, slowly stroking your hair trying to get you to fall asleep. “Don’t worry. Nobody in this town will let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The whole previous night you didn’t sleep. You stared at your wall and just thought. And that whole day you delved yourself in drawings you hadn’t finished or poems you had the inspiration for. Took a shower. You looked through your closet and picked out a fresh outfit. You tried all the little things that usually worked on your old self, but your old self was gone.

That bottle of gin sat on your coffee table and haunted you throughout the day as well. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, or the mindset to drink it. So there it sat. Pitiful.

You were at a loss for words. No words could describe the immense amount of pain re living that memory caused last night.

Ellie began to hum a tune. It was sweet and reminded you of something innocent. Your eyes began to get heavy. “You ready?” she asked, fluffing up your pillow. Reluctantly, you shook your head yes.

The absolute end was there and tiredness finally seeped in. Distraught sleep left and peaceful sleep took its place.

Ellie dimmed your lamp and smoothed the covers on your bed. It reminded you of the time you took care of Ellie years ago when she was sick. “Sweet dreams,” she said, giving your forehead a brief kiss.

Mumbling was heard outside your door, but you didn’t care.

The field was beautiful. Finally, peace. The flowers stemmed beautifully and the sun shown down on your face. Your hands ran through the fresh green grass. Laying in the rays, you suddenly felt the field get smaller. Sitting up, you realized the sun had disappeared and the field was getting smaller and smaller by the second. The sudden edge of a forest was getting closer and closer. And then with one blink you were back. The forest erected around you. You were back.

“No, no…” he heard from your house. Joel’s interest peaked from the grounds left in his coffee mug to the silent struggles in your bedroom. He lifted himself off your porch chair and looked through your window. You were writhing in bed.

“Ellie!” you let out the first yell. It was so loud that it startled Joel to his core and began a flight of panic. Joel didn’t hesitate to burst your door open. “Ellie don’t leave!” you yelled again.

“Hey,” he said softly, patting your shoulder. A loud groan of pain came from your lips. Joel’s heart sank as the feelings on guilt he felt for letting you go on patrol that day set in once again.

“Y/N!” he whisper yelled, yanking your body over to face him. Your eyes shot open. Ripped from the dream into another one.

You looked him up and down. This wasn’t real. It was another dream. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight, praying you would wake up somewhere else.

“It was a bad dream,” he whispered, resting his hand on your thigh. His thumb patiently rubbed your thigh as your breathing sped up. Your legs matched up perfectly, knees facing him. Your face was buried in your hands that were now grasping at your eyes.

“Stop it,” Joel hissed, grabbing your manic hands tightly. “This isn’t real,” you cried out, sobs following it.

His heart seemed to break into a million pieces when you started to full on cry. The last time he dealt with a crying girl it was Ellie. Wait- no, maybe it was Sarah. He honestly wasn’t sure, but it was most definitely years ago.

“Everything is alright. I know how it is. I-I didn’t sleep for a few days after my first clicker encounter. Those things are nasty fuckers.” he said, his hand returning to your thigh trying to soothe you. He was clueless on what he was supposed to do.

At this point, you realized you weren’t dreaming. He was here. His hand was on your thigh. He was sitting on your bed. You were in a tank top that cut a little too low for your liking.

Your teary eyes looked up and met his. He hadn’t moved his gaze off of your face. He gave you a soft reassuring smile.

Joel cursed himself for letting his feelings creep back in. This was wrong anyways, he felt sick any time he thought about you. The pit of his stomach couldn’t handle it much more, he had pretty much forgotten about you (as much as he would like to admit). But when Tommy assigned him second watch of you that night, he just knew it had trouble written all over it.

“Go back to sleep now. Pretty girls need their beauty sleep.” he said, instantly regretting it.

That line worked on Sarah, but in a whole different way with a much different meaning. He wanted to suck back in the words as fast as he said them.

Letting a tense breathe go, he steadied himself on your bed frame and made his way to the door.

He had made his way to the door as you spoke.

“Joel?”

His hand stopped his motion as it rested on the top of your door frame.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.

“W-will you stay? Just for a little bit.” you said, stuttering as you realized how large his body was compared to your door.

He paused. “I suppose.”

You moved your legs so he would have enough room to sit next to you. You heard his knee crack as he sat down on the low rise bed. His legs sat upward as he leant a hand behind your legs to steady himself.

“I’m sorry.” you said. It had to be said, what better time than now? “I don’t want to hear your apologies.” he huffed. “It was inappropriate.” you spit out again. “No- Y/N, stop. Please.” he asked. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. Every time I sleep I go… back there. I can’t.” you whimpered. He sighed, groaning and wiping his brow.

“What would you like me to do about it? I can’t do anything.”

“Stay.”

Joel was left confused on how your calmness met his angry tone. He knew you well, he was surprised you weren’t screaming in his face. You didn’t take shit. You were being patient for once in your life.

Oh, how you’ve changed since the attack.

“I’m here. What more do you want from me?” he asked. His tone had extra edge of anger to it that was fueled with a faint passion.

In the darkness, you reached for his hand. It was coarse and dry, with many various scars and callouses you could feel just with a slight touch. He instinctively pulled back a bit, but gave in within the second. Wrapping your fingers with his, you places his hand back on your thigh.

“Y/N I-”

“The thing you were doing before on my leg. It was nice.”

“Oh,” he said, defeating the original thought from his head. His thumb began slowly moving in circles once again.

You were showing him what you needed.

He watched as your sad face closed your eyes and sighed. You felt safe for the first time in days.

Joel felt the pit in his stomach widen and fully consume him. The girl who practically raised Ellie from when she arrived; his dead friend’s daughter; one of the best damn killers in all of Jackson; Y/N. God, he was in so much trouble with his morals.

“I’m too far deep in this shit,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him. “What?” you asked.

“I can’t…” he said, beginning to shake his knee up and down. “What?” repeated yourself in a confused tone.

His strong body swept over yours. He grabbed your shoulder ever so softly and perched you in his arms. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

No initiative had to be made besides the movement of your lips against his. Your hand wrapped itself in his hair, playing softly as he held your back strongly. A slight moan came from his lips that he instantly regretted when you accidentally tugged ever so slightly on his graying strands of hair. For the split second that you two separated gasping for air, he pulled you tighter.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting this,” he whispered on your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you sighed, staring back at his scruffy face.

Joel came back to his senses. He felt different. He could never go back to the same person he was a minute ago. His world revolved around something new. No more obsessing over patrol and how to appease Tommy. No more worrying over how Ellie could handle herself. No more worrying about his aching joints and the fear of getting older. Something new became the center of his universe. He had folded.

The girl laying in his arms who now rested her head against his chest.

“You really need sleep darlin’,” he sighed. You sighed in resistance.

“You want me to stay?” he asked, looking down at your exhausted face.

“Please.”

You moved over in your bed as he made himself comfortable. Joel never realized how much larger he was than you until he slept with you in his arms.

You layed on his chest as one arm wrapped around your shoulders. His hand rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He placed a small kiss on your head. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. The only sound in the room was your soft breathing.

“Go to sleep now. Your safe with me, my sweet girl.”

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[clowncryptids]

Im turning my fave Lioden lions into ocs bec I can... here's my main's king <3

Here they are... my beloved purple and pink lion <333

Ive been obsessing over some of my faves from my pride and coming up with fun backstories for them, Willow is the first one who received this treatment... fair since I have spent just soooo much time and beetles on this fawkin cat. I still havent gotten all the markings I want for him oughhhhh T-T

I tried to stay as close as possible to his in game colors and markings though I added a few things, specifically some extra stripes to her face bec it looked boring... maybe I will get him a thrashed face marking .... some day.... its not on the top of the markings I want list....

Anywaysss below is the backstory I came up with for him! I am not at all following what happened in game bec saying "She was bought for 500 SB and I proceeded to replace my old king with them" is boringgggg

Flowering Willow is the 3rd King of the Flowering Pride!

Originally named Chalk, Flowering Willow originated from a much more desolate land, and was born to a pride with a kill or be killed kind of nentality, which Chalk had never bought into. As an adolescent they left to find a better life and pride for themselves. She eventually reached the Flowering Pridelands, an abundant land filled with wild flowering plants and plenty of prey, a place that was almost the complete opposite from his birth home. Chalk was found on the territory by the Flowering Pride's submale (and the king's mate) Birch, who, to Chalk's surprise, happily invited him to stay as long as she needed.

While staying with the pride, Chalk was shaken by the hospitality and kindness of the majority of the Pride members, and they felt that they had finally found others who shared their preference for kindness over violence, which had been a rare trait to come across in Chalk's old home. Chalk felt that she had finally found her home, but they worried that they would not be welcome forever as a king can only care for so many submales. However the King of the pride, a primal named Mangrove Flower, saw great leadership potential in Chalk, and Mangrove had been looking for the prefect heir as he knew he would not be able to lead forever. So Mangrove asked Chalk if he wished to stay in the pride permanently and become Mangrove's heir. Chalk was shocked at this not expecting to be allowed to stay let alone made a heir, but they excepted, happy to serve the pride for the rest of his life. As an official Flowering Pride member, their name was changed to a proper (plant themed) pride name, Willow!

Mangrove Flower sadly passed on early (in gameplay i retired him early lol) and so Willow became the King sooner than she had expected. During their Kinging ceremony, they were named Flowering Willow, a change from the previous kings' names receiving Flower after their original names. This was requested by Mangrove Flower before he died and he believed that Willow becoming king would be the beginning of a new peaceful and stable era for the pride, and he believed that the change to the naming tradition would be symbolic of this.

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Overall Flowering Willow is a very kind and calm lion, he prioritizes kindness and fairness over all things and tries to make any lion he comes across (in his pride or not) feel safe and not threatened.... That is unless the lion (or any other creature for that matter) makes themself a threat, because then Willow will not hold back in fighting to protect his pride and territory. Willow though seeming soft and like not much of a fighter is actually every good at battle due to where he grew up and also thanks to Mangrove Flower and Birch's training.

Willow viewed Mangrove and Birch as surrogate fathers, and he was devastated by Mangrove's death. He is extremally close to Birch and deeply appreciates Birch's aid and advice when it comes to leadership.

I havent decided if he has any actual mates, of course he has sired cubs but I havent decided if he is romantically involved with anyone hmmm...

[cumulo-stratus]

“You Do This Everyday?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male! Youtuber! Reader

Description: y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Warnings: possible swearing, fluff, spencer being a clueless little pookie &lt;3

Flufftober day 12: cooking together

A/N: I saw a fic with he idea of spencer x youtuber reader and i loved it so here we are. i think this idea is so cute and has so much potential so i hope i do it justice <3 Enjoy!

The last of the afternoon light streamed through the windows of Y/n and spencers kitchen, and theirs laughs rang out loudly through the otherwise quiet apartment. Y/n had put his weight on spencer- his face stuffed into his spencers chest trying to muffle his laugh. When the laughing finally died down to giggles y/n lifted his face and said 

“spence- spencer we need to redo the intro!” 

“But we’ve done it 2 times already!”

“yes- and well do it a third and a fourth if you dont stop laughing whenever i start talking!” 

The loving bickering was only that- bickering. Spencer didnt mind doing another take, and another one, if it meant he got to see y/n laugh again he would do it 10 times. His attention was pulled back to reality by his boyfriend counting down, starting again.

“3, 2, 1, rolling. Hello ladies, gentlemen, and rats under chef hats, i welcome back to my channel- I hope your having a funky fun day becasue in todays video im going to be making minestrone soup- but with a twist! i read your comments- ive seen the requests, so today my lovely and beautiful and handsome boyfriend will be joining us!”

Y/n motioned for spencer to come into frame and he shuffled in while his boyfriend did jazz hands around him for special effects. spencer giggled at his boyfriends antics while he introduced him.

“everybody this is spencer- hes my boyfriend, and today he’s gonna help me make soup. And yes we will eat it for dinner afterwards!”

Y/n trailed off and stayed silent for a couple seconds for editing later before giving spencer a kiss on the lips- silently thanking him for participating in the video. 

“okay- now i need to start with the veggies- can you grab them out the fridge please?”

“of course m’lord!” spencer used a joking tone as he pulled all the bags labeled “for soup” and dropped them unceremoniously on the counter, eliciting a chuckle from y/n. After taking the vegetables out of their bags and setting them back on the counter, y/n went back and started the camera. Spencer giggled as y/n began to speak. 

"Okay so we're gonna start by cutting our veggies- but, and especially because my boyfriend over here is a bit of a germaphobe, we're gonna wash them first, thoroughly.”

spencer chuckled at this while his boyfriend poured the veggies into a veggie spinner that he had gotten him for christmas. After washing he brought them back to the island infront of the camera and said “Just like that- poof! clean veggies” (definitely thinking of the audio and just like that- poof! lola’s gone. wrong- im right here you fucking brusell sprout!) 

Spencer looked at y/n confused and asked "wait but- why'd you say poof? You washed them right here?!"

Y/n started giggling and took Spencer's hands in his and said "Spence- lovey I washed them off camera and then I'm gonna edit it to look like they poofed clean" spencer looked down for a moment before looking back up causing y/n to burst out laughing as he said “oh. i gués that makes sense, sorry..” and gave y/n a peck on the lips. Y/n pulled out the knife block and set it on the counter, starting the camera. 

“Okay so im gonna have spence prep my veggies and then I’ll cut them into peices about the size of my thumbnail, or a little bigger.” spencer nodded, understanding his job and started by peeling a carrot. not five minutes in of him cutting and peeling, and of course while you were filming a quick shot of you guys cutting the vegetables- did he cut his finger! y/n wa focused on dicing the onion when he heard a loud yelp from his boyfriend next to him. His headshot up looking at his boyfriend, concerned. 

"What's wrong love?" 

"I cut my finger" Spencer had the most doe eyed, helpless look on his face as he held up his finger, which was now streaming blood. Y/ns eyes knitted in concern for his boyfriend and he walked over, dabbing the blood with a dish rag. 

"Oh my poor baby- here lemme help you."

Y/n left a small peck on his boyfriend's hand, leading him over to the sink to wash it off. Spencer just pouted as the cool water splashed over his finger. Y/n chuckles before getting a bandaid from the first-aid kit in the kitchen, and gently placing it on Spencer's newly cleaned finger. 

After cleaning up the blood, and confiscating Spencer's knife and peeler. 

The couple then took a couple minutes to regroup, and finish the vegetables, before filming the rest of the video.

While y/n put away his camera and turned down the burner under the freshly made soup, Spencer flopped down onto the couch sighing and said "you do this everyday?" Y/n chuckled at this and to flopped down on top of Spencer, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying "yup- and I still have to edit out all the clips of you just laughing" y/ns tone was teasing while Spencer's became defensive as he spoke in his defense, "hey- I don't do it for a living, you do! You know I'm a terrible cook y/n.. speaking of I think I deserve another kiss for that cut I got on my hand earlier.." Spencer trailed with a smirk. His boyfriend sighed in fake resignation and leaned for a kiss, holding back a laugh as their lips met. 

The End 

[sapphickocho]

Thinking about how Uzui had to watch everyone he cared about die before him. First 3 of his siblings die during there fathers harsh shinobi training, then six he killed himself during a deathmatch where all of them were masked. Then Kyojuro died next, and the rest of the hashira except Sanemi and Giyuu during a battle he couldn't participate and help them in. Then of course Sanemi and Giyuu do die on the same year and four years later Tanjiro, someone he grew closer with also succumbs to death way too young.

Thats why Tengen's line of "Just how many lives do you think ive let slip through my fingers?" hits so hard because his life is just death. Everyone he loves is bound to die and he cant do anything about it.

So I made a little list of hcs on how he copes;

What uzui does at each of his friends graves;

Rengoku; He often has a picnic beside his grave, bringing along his wives and having a feast with all of kyojuros favorite foods, like sweet potatoes and bento boxes. He is the hashiras grave he visits the most and often talks to it and updates him on how life is going.

Shinobu: He brings the flashiest flowers he finds and brings them to her every year because it reminds him of both her and Kanae.

Muichiro: It is hard for him to visits his grave, especially when he sees it adorned with a picture of him and his twin brother when he was younger. But he makes sure to see it every year, and gives him a little gift, like a folded paper crane since he knew he like origami. He feels guilty that he didn't fight in the battle when muichiro, the youngest pillar, did.

Mitsuri: Like everyone else still alive, they visits her grave annually on her birthday and bring mochis to celebrate because it was her favorite food. However when everyone else dies, he makes sure to keep up the tradition with Nezuko.

Iguro Obanai: When he visits his grave he always teases him about how he's doing with Mitsuri in the afterlife. After that he sits down and talks about his snake Kaburamaru and updates him about his daily life.

Gyomei: He prays at his grave. Not that he particularly agrees with it or is religious, he just knows that Gyomei would appreciate it.

Sanemi: He visits both of the Shinazugawa brothers on the same day, since they are both buried next to each other. He tells him that he misses him because he knows Sanemi will be pissed by the sappiness and also because in truth, he does.

Giyuu: He usually sits down and talks for hours to him about how everyone is doing, whats going on and other mindless useless things. he knows that Giyuu doesn't like to talk so just like when he was alive, he can just sit and listen and enjoy the company.

Tanjiro: He always bows to Tanjiro's grave and thanks him, for saving his wives and being a friend for all those years. he tells him about Nezuko and Kanao and tells them that they all miss him very much.

Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru: When they all die before he does, he curses the gods for keeping him alive. He makes sure to have there graves next to his estate and sits next to there graves for hours until sundown. Sometime he even sleeps next to them.

I am not sure his wives dying before him is canon but Ive heard it from multiple people so I will assume so. Either way, Uzui's life is too tragic and I just cant get over it. He can never protect the people he loves the most. That man deserves a break from all the death and hug from all of his wives (+rengoku.) But it seems like Gotouge had different plans.

[kvrokasaa]

karasu comforting overachiever!reader with a lot of anxiety?

my exams are around, ive cried 6x and had a mental breakdown in 3 days. and im a good student at heart but not on paper. im trying😭

take care! love❤️

I can relate to this sm, I promise myself that I’ll study but then it gets late n all I wanna do is sleep lmfao. But I hope you’re doing alright, love. Remember to drink lots of water and eat lots of food! And take breaks when studying so you don’t get headaches!

Sorry I posted this so late, but here it is.

Cw: crying, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, cursing, not proofread. lmk if i missed any!

Wc: 1.1k

Overachiever!

Karasu is like your best friend, he’s always been there for you and promises he always will. Even when he left for a program called Blue Lock, he still managed to talk to you. Especially when you were going through a nasty breakup with your ex. He has always been there for you.

Something Karasu noticed over the years of being your friend; you’re an overachiever and a perfectionist. You have to get good grades, it’s like it was hard-wired in your brain since you were a child. If you didn’t get a good grade, even on a test that was optional or didn’t have any impact on your overall grade, you would feel so ashamed and full of anxiety. You were afraid of your teachers hating you, honestly, you’re just afraid of authority figures. You would always try to hide your feelings behind a fake smile, and sometimes it worked. But this time it didn’t.

You were in your room studying, all day long. No matter how many times people tried to pester you, or ask you to take a break, you would decline and go back to studying. You needed to get a good grade. You had stayed up all night long studying and going over the crucial information that would be on the final.

So why? Why do you have an 84% on your final? Why isn’t it at 100? Other people congratulated you, saying that the test was really hard. But you know that Mia, the top student, got the perfect score without even trying.

You tried this year, you really did. You made a resolution that you would try your hardest this year; that you wouldn’t give up so easily like last year. And you know that bad habits die hard, but you were doing so well. Even though this isn’t your last year, you feel like you failed at school.

‘Take a deep breath. Failure is the one pathway to success.’ Karasu’s words came floating into your mind. But you could still feel the onslaught of the tears and the tightness of the pain in your chest. You tried to take a deep breath but it wasn’t enough, it felt like all the oxygen in the world just vanished.

You don’t know how you got home, all the memories of the people saying ‘Good job’ and ‘Don’t beat yourself up, you did better than me’ are the only ones you can remember. All you want to do is crawl into your bed and cuddle your stuffed bear while you cry. But you have to study more; you have to study for your next classes. You can’t just give up because of one class. Oh but how badly you want to.

A sudden knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. “Come in.” You cringed at the crack in your voice, quickly you straightened your posture and pretended to be okay.

But all of that faux hope and happiness faded away when you saw the unmistakable blue eyes. The tears came rushing back, along with the shaky breaths.

Karasu walked over to your desk and smiled down at you. “Hey, just wanted to stop by,” his hand raised, revealing a bag with your favorite restaurant name. “I brought your favorite.” His voice died down, almost to a whisper when he saw your tears.

You quickly wiped them, but the red streaks were still there. He sighed and sat down on your bed. “It’s okay, Y/n. Stuff like this happens, don’t worry about it too much.” You shook your head. “No, I should worry about it,” he raised a brow. “Why?”

You felt a little agitated because he couldn’t understand. Of course he couldn’t, he’s always been the type of person to get good grades without even trying. Knowing him, he probably slept through most of his classes and still got a 95 or higher on his final. Typical Karasu.

“Because who would I be if I don’t have good grades? I know that grades don’t matter much in the world, but I’m the one who feels the shame. I’m the one who has to remember what it feels like to try your hardest and still fail.” You felt like pulling your hair out, breaking things, just something to ease your mind. To ease the pain.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, squishing them a little which brings a smile to his face. “Remember what I always tell you. ‘Failure is a pathway to-’ ” “To success. I know that, but still,” You move your head, making him release his grip. “I don’t want to fail, I don’t want people to remember me as the person who always failed.” Your voice was almost higher than a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear. Karasu could hear and feel the pain from your voice.

“You-” you release a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “You wouldn’t understand.”

‘Ironic’ he thinks, you’re the one who’s not understanding. A simple grade doesn’t define who you are as a person.

“Y/n look at me.” He grabs your face, “You are doing your best, you’re trying your fucking hardest and I’m so proud of you for that. You’re way smarter than what people give you credit for.” You try to shake your head, but his grip on your jaw tightens. “No. I don’t want to hear you deny anything. You need to understand that it’s okay to fail, it’s okay to feel helpless after a bad grade. But it’s not okay to beat yourself up. Don’t worry too much about how this grade, which is a passing grade, will affect your future.”

Karasu pulls you in for a hug. You close your eyes and bury your face in his chest. “You’re in the present right now, not the future. And I’m sure the future you are a CEO; trust me I can see it.”

You both laugh at his words. You sniffle and look up at him, “thank you, I really needed that.” He nods his head; his eyes looking from your eyes to your lips. “Anytime, I mean it.”

This is what you expected, a lecture and comfort from Karasu. It’s what you wanted. But what you didn’t expect was his lips on yours. Before you could enjoy the moment, he pulled back and smiled down at you. “Safe to say that I think you return my feelings,” your eyes darting everywhere but his and your little nod was a good enough answer for him. “And as much as I want to kiss you again. Our food is getting cold.” He pulled you down onto the bed along with the bag of food. “Let’s eat.”

[yukuoo]

hii!! this is my first time requesting so i’m sorry if i’m doing something wrong! may i request gaku headcanons with enemies to lovers with reader who is in the order?<33 have a nice day!

No no you're completely fine! Dont apologize sweetheart<3 everyone's super nervous in requesting for the first time believe me ive been there too! I hope this is what you're looking for, so sorry if it's not!

Gaku x gn! Reader

WARNINGS— swearing, blood

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂'𝐒—

𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Nah you guys wanted each other DEAD.

You're first meeting happened when you were on a mission with Osagari, you got split up by the enemy which was really no big deal to be honest.

However the gods detested you so much that they made you bump into this man.

After finding out he was the enemy you guys brawled it out so hard that you ended up with a broken arm and he ended up with a broken wrist.

After that humiliation, it was decided by the both you to have each other DEAD.

And since God had decided to make you guys meet, it happened really normal for you guys to meet whenever you were sent to missions.

Nagumo found out about it actually and made fun of you.

Oh and not just you, gaku too.

Everytime you and Gaku would meet up during one of your missions or his, it would end up with you both fighting and never actually getting your work done.

He found a sense of excitement when he saw you in one of your missions however, you kept him on his toes and you were extremely intelligent when it came to quick situations.

And you were pretty too!

A little too pretty...

He meant pretty strong idk what you're talking about.

He had tried to kill you several times, throwing insults at you so it would be easier to end you off when you were mad.

"How can someone as slow as you ever think of killing me off?"

"You're far too easy to trick"

"You'd be better off dead."

"Be more original."

"You'd be better off dead."

During one of your fights, it actually took him a bit before he realized that he had a small puppy crush on you.

He was in denial of course because there was no way that he would have a crush in someone who's from the order, that would be absurd!

Little did he know that you felt the same

When you guys met again for a while, he kept staring at you. Just you.

It felt like one of those otome games where he tries to figure out what move to use so he can get more love points.

"You look nice in blood."

That didn't work though, you gave him a confused look as in 'what the fuck are you on.'

When you went against an opponent far more stronger than you, you most certainly would have had died if Gaku weren't there to save the day

He held you over his shoulder, then came up with the most lovely confession ever.

"I'm the one who gets to kill them even if they're seriously stupid."

At the end of the fight you just stared at him

You: 😦🧍‍♂️

Him: 😐🧍‍♂️"so yes or no?"

The answer was yes btw.

Having to keep the secret of having a relationship with you enemy was hard yes, but it was definitely worth it.

[bupia]

Serendipity: Chapter 2 - Papa Emeritus IV x Fem!Reader

Summary: Following the mesmerizing Halloween ball, your second day at the Ministry arrives, marked by a celebratory lunch in honor of the Ministry's new Papa Emeritus, Copia. Little do you suspect that the events of this fateful day will unveil unexpected twists.

Words: 8.228

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol; Alcohol drink; Mentions of drunkenness.

Available on AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Day 2: The Lunch.

In an instant, you were wide awake, your instincts kicking in as you untangled yourself from the cozy cocoon of your bedsheets. There was no time for hesitation or grogginess. With determined steps, you navigated your way through the dimly lit corridor, the soft patter of your footsteps echoing in the silence. As you entered, there, in his crib, was Andras, tiny and vulnerable, his face scrunched in distress.

Without a second thought, you reached down, scooping him up into your arms. You cradled him close, your touch gentle and soothing. As his cries gradually gave way to soft whimpers, laying him down on your arm. His cries began to subside, but he still clung to the remnants of his distress.

"Shh…" you cooed softly, your voice a soothing melody that only he could hear. "I'm here, I'm here, it's fine."

You continued to sway gently, your heartbeat and warmth a comforting presence against his tiny frame. The bedroom door swung open with a soft creak, drawing your attention away from Andras. Terzo, entered the room, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Oh, you didn't need to check him this early, piccola," he said, concern evident in his voice.

You met his gaze with a reassuring smile. "It's fine, Papa. Really."

Terzo approached the two of you, his footsteps measured and deliberate. His eyes softened as he looked down at the little one nestled in your arms. With a warm smile, he gently extended his hands, and you willingly passed Andras into his care.

"I guess someone needs a diaper change," you remarked with a playful grin.

"Mio figlio ha bisogno di pannolini freschi, sì?" Terzo inquired with a chuckle.

Together, Terzo and Andras headed toward the bathroom connected to the bedroom. You followed closely, just in case they needed a hand or any assistance. As Terzo expertly tended to Andras's diaper change, you found yourself momentarily lost in thought, your gaze drifting back to the bedroom. Copia, had suddenly invaded your mind. Images of him holding Andras in his arms, with a soft smile on his face, played like an unbidden daydream. It was a fleeting and unexpected thought, one that lingered in your mind, even as your attention returned to the tender scene in the bathroom.

"How was the Halloween ball yesterday, Papa?" you inquired, curiosity gleaming in your eyes.

Terzo didn't miss a beat, his hands working diligently. "È stato buono, molto buono," he replied, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "We had fun, but I feel completely wasted now. I guess my days of partying until late are over."

You couldn't help but giggle at his statement. "Don't say that, I think you still can do it."

"Grazie," he said, lifting Andras into his arms. "So, I need to pass the schedule to you for today."

You nodded in agreement and followed him back into the bedroom. As he began to outline the day's plans, you listened attentively.

"Today we are going to have a meeting in the morning," Terzo began, walking toward the bedroom door with you in tow. "Then we have lunch with the clergy, and they requested it to be here," he continued, heading into the kitchen. "So I'll need you here for us."

"Me?" You looked surprised.

"Sì," Terzo nodded, busying himself in the kitchen. "I'll need you to help the siblings who will come to cook and of course, you're more than welcome to join us at the lunch."

"No problem at all, Papa," you assured him.

"Molto bene," he replied, handing you Andras. "I'll make some coffee."

"Do you need any help, Papa?" you offered.

Terzo shook his head, declining your assistance. "Could you just put Andras in the high chair? And if you'd like, it's still quite early, and you can go back to sleep, or perhaps explore the Ministry and visit the cafeteria to meet the siblings from here."

Nodding in agreement, you made your way to the high chair, gently settling Andras into it, ensuring his comfort. "Very good, you're a good boy," you whispered, earning a delightful smile from the little one. "Papa, do you need anything else?" you asked as you turned back to face Terzo.

"Per niente. Go take some hours of sleep or enjoy yourself; you deserve it."

"Excuse me, Papa," you said before leaving the kitchen.

As you returned to your bedroom and closed the door behind you, you were drawn to the morning garden outside. The soft morning light bestowed a tranquil beauty upon the landscape, holding you in its serene spell. You looked out the window with a peaceful smile, the world bathed in the gentle morning radiance. It did seem like an appealing idea to leave the chambers and venture into the Ministry, just as Terzo had suggested. With that intention in mind, you reached for the curtains, pulling them shut to grant yourself some privacy as you changed your clothes.

Then, unexpectedly, you spotted him – Copia, approaching in haste. A gasp escaped your lips, but you restrained yourself from calling out. Your eyes locked onto his figure, and you bit your lip in anticipation. He stopped suddenly, and you furrowed your brows, wondering what he was doing. His gaze turned to your window, and your eyes met, causing your heart to race.

You widened your eyes, blushing as your body felt both exhilarated and frozen in place. Copia hesitated before lifting his hand in a small wave towards you. You smiled and waved back, relief and happiness coursing through you as he mirrored your smile. He gave you a nod and then lowered his arm slowly before resuming his walk, vanishing from your view. You couldn't help but feel your heart fluttering and your stomach tingling.

You swiftly prepared for the day, changing out of your nightclothes into fresh attire. You left your bedroom and, driven by the desire to explore the Ministry, made your way to the front door.

As you ventured through the illuminated corridors of the Ministry, the morning light transformed the space into a breathtaking masterpiece. Stained glass windows cast a cascade of colors upon the marble floors and walls. It was a sight to behold.

Guided by the irresistible aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee, you navigated your way to the cafeteria. Upon arrival, you witnessed a lively gathering of siblings enjoying their breakfast and engaging in conversation. Scanning the room, your eyes locked onto Copia, sitting alone at a table near the window. Your heart raced within your chest, and a slight nervousness fluttered in your stomach as you contemplated approaching him. But then, you realized it might be your only chance to see him. Steeling your resolve, you began to move in his direction, taking one deliberate step at a time.

You approached him, saying, "You look lost, Papa."

Copia suddenly jolted at your approach, making you wonder if you had startled him.

Your voice quivered slightly as you asked, "Did I scare you, Papa...?"

He stumbled over his words before saying, "N-No... It's just... You were... now you are... lascia perdere, maybe I was lost in my own thoughts," he gesticulated with his hand to the chair in front of him. "Per favore, take a seat, sì?"

You smiled and nodded, then took a seat at the table across from him. "Thank you, Papa."

Copia seemed to regain his composure and asked, "How are you this morning? Is everything fine?"

"Yes," you replied, attempting to mask your nervousness behind a smile. "Everything is perfectly fine. And how are you, Papa?"

"Bene... I mean, good," Copia replied. "It's good to see you here. I was just thinking about you." He took a sip from his mug.

You raised an eyebrow and asked, "You were thinking about me?"

Copia almost spat his drink, but he managed to gulp it down, albeit with a cough. It seemed he had accidentally revealed his thoughts. He quickly grabbed a napkin to cover his mouth and coughed slightly.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your eyes widened as you reached for his free hand on the table.

Copia continued coughing, his grip on your hand tightening. Your worry grew as you felt the eyes of other siblings on you. After a moment, Copia stopped coughing and took a deep breath.

"Mi... mi dispiace, cuoricina," he began, his voice still a bit raspy. "I think the... the liquid went to the wrong place..."

"Was the coffee too hot?" you chuckled, brushing your thumb against his hand.

"Coffee...?" he said slowly and then looked at the mug in his hand. "Eh... no, no, this is not coffee," he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's hot chocolate."

You couldn't help but chuckle silently at how adorable he was. You released his hand, and as he took another sip, and you turned your gaze to the window.

"But, sì, sì, I was thinking about you," he continued, making you turn your face back to him.

"Were you, Papa?" you smiled, your eyes filled with curiosity and warmth. "What were you thinking about me?"

Copia's gaze was unwavering, the playful twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, "I was wondering if you enjoyed your first night here."

Your smile widened as you responded, "Ah, yes, I had a very good night. And you? How was the party?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, his gaze still locked with yours, and then he said, "It was good, but the party was not too fun."

"Why not, Papa?" you inquired, tilting your head and listening attentively.

He began to answer but paused for a moment before saying, "I felt like something was missing."

Your eyes were still focused on him, the soft light from the window playing on his face, giving him a warm and inviting aura. "Don't worry, Papa. I guess you felt that way because of your new role within the ministry. As you said, it's all new, right?"

"Sì... sì... I guess that was it," he replied, nodding thoughtfully, and taking a final sip of his chocolate milk.

"How are you feeling about lunch today?" you asked as you looked into his eyes.

"Ehh..." he hesitated.

"That doesn't sound good," you commented, your tone soft and understanding. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, I'm just feeling a bit nervous, I suppose," he admitted with a soft giggle.

"Nervous about the lunch with the clergy?" you inquired.

"A little, sì," he confirmed.

"But everything is going well, you don't have to worry. Plus, your brothers will be there with you, right?" you reassured him.

"Sì, they will be there with me," he nodded.

"So, what's bothering you, Papa?" you inquired, your concern evident in your eyes.

Copia took a deep breath before answering. "I'm just a bit nervous about the rest of the week. Becoming a Papa was a dream, but now I'm feeling a little anxious about how this week will unfold."

"Oh, Papa…" you began, "I think you might be overthinking it, don't you? The week will go perfectly fine, you'll see. Besides, I believe your brothers could provide more guidance than I can. They've all been Papas before you, and I'm just a nanny."

"I know I could ask them," he admitted, his gaze locked with yours. "But talking to you makes me feel more relaxed."

"Really?" you asked, genuinely surprised.

"Sì, yesterday when we talked, you made me feel a bit more confident. Somehow, you managed to calm my nerves," Copia explained.

"I'm very glad I could help you, Papa," you responded sincerely.

Copia offered you a smile and then turned his gaze toward the window, watching the garden outside. "So, did you like your morning view today?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed with enthusiasm, turning your face to the window. "The garden looks amazing, Papa! Just look at it, all those trees, the flowers, and the grass—it's so green!"

Copia observed your excitement with a soft expression on his face. He got up from the chair, walking over to sit beside you. "Primo was the one who planted most of them or took care of them."

"No way!" your eyes widened with excitement and amazement. "Primo? Papa Emeritus I?"

"Sì, that Primo," Copia confirmed with a chuckle. "He's always had a thing for plants. I suppose it's his way of showing his softer side or something like that."

"That's really nice," you remarked, turning your head back to gaze at the garden. "Everything looks so beautiful out there. I hope I get the opportunity to visit it someday while I'm staying here at the ministry."

Copia's arm gently enveloped you from behind, his hand supporting your chair's back. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear, and pointed to the garden outside the window. "Do you see those white ones close to the tall tree over there?"

You slowly turned your head to look at him, feeling his warmth and closeness. His face was just inches away from yours, and as your eyes locked, the bustling cafeteria seemed to fade into the background. The only sounds that remained were your racing heartbeats, and the only sight was the mesmerizing contrast of his mismatched eyes.

"Did you see them...?" Copia whispered, his face so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth.

You nodded slowly, your half-opened eyes meeting his. Copia smiled, then inhaled deeply and turned his face back to the window. You followed suit, gazing at the garden outside.

"What can you tell me about those, Papa?" you asked, feeling his cheek lightly touching yours.

"Primo had me and miei fratelli plant them," Copia began. "It was the day he became a Papa, and he said they'd be a symbol of his Papa legacy and ours as well. They are tulips, White Triumphators, I believe." He chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "We used to find it amusing because when they're closed, they resemble the mitra of a Papa."

"Well... I can see..." you began, but your voice trailed off as you felt his fingers gently tilting your chin, bringing your face to meet his, "...that."

"Grazie for talking to me," Copia expressed his gratitude. "And for listening to me, even just for a moment."

You smiled, replying, "You don't have to thank me. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me."

Copia's smile was warm. "Your gentleness means a lot to me, and I genuinely enjoy our conversations. Somehow, talking to you makes me feel better. You're the only one I know who doesn't find my problems tedious."

You smiled warmly in response. "I enjoy talking to you too, Papa. You're easy to talk to, and I don't find your problems tedious at all. We all have our struggles, and I'm here to listen and support you."

"I also need to thank you for not judging this old man as overly dramatic," he sighed.

You reached out and placed your hand on his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll never judge you, Papa. That's not drama, well, maybe just a little," you teased.

Copia intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning his face closer to yours. Your noses were now almost touching. "Are you calling your Papa dramatic? Just because he's opening his heart to you?"

"Maybe," you replied coyly.

"Do you know you are talking to the Papa Emeritus IV?" Copia asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Oh, I'm fully aware of who I'm talking to," you responded, gazing into his eyes.

"So, you won't take back what you said?" he teased.

"Not at all," you whispered, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

A sense of playful tension hung in the air as his gaze lingered on your face. He tilted his head to the side, looking at you with an intrigued expression. The closeness between you made your heart race, and you couldn't help but blush. After a few moments of shared silence, you both chuckled playfully, and he leaned back in his chair, ending the intense moment.

"I truly enjoyed our conversations," Copia said with a sincere smile on his lips.

"I'm glad to hear that; it means we've developed a good friendship."

"Friendship…" he repeated, his eyes briefly turning to the floor. "I'm afraid it's time for me to attend to my morning duties," he murmured, a touch of sadness in his voice.

"That's okay, Papa... I bet your day is quite busy," you replied.

Copia reluctantly got up from his seat, his gaze lingering on the floor. "Don't forget to have your breakfast, cuoricina."

"Oh, I won't, Papa!" you said, getting up from your seat and standing in front of him.

Copia turned his face towards you, his expression hinting that he might be holding something back. "I guess this is another goodbye."

You chuckled. "Yes, but you'll see me at lunch, so it's more like a 'see you soon,' I guess."

Copia managed a smile despite the hint of sadness in his eyes. "Arrivederci, cuoricina."

You replied with a warm smile, "Arrivederci, Papa."

Copia nodded, and after a lingering gaze, he turned and left the cafeteria. You watched him walk away, feeling a sense of longing. As he disappeared from view, you decided to go to have your breakfast.

As breakfast concluded, you made your way back to the Papal apartment. Upon your return, you found that several siblings had gathered there, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere. Angèle held Andras in her arms, and she asked if you could watch over him while she briefly headed downstairs to meet Terzo.

The hours rolled by, and you kept busy tending to Andras and assisting other siblings in the preparation and organization of the upcoming lunch. As you worked alongside them, you started engaging in conversations and getting to know more people from the ministry.

As the time passed, one of the siblings approached you, explaining that they would take over the tasks, and you were free from the tasks as the clergy members and Papas were expected to arrive soon, and you might want to freshen up.

Following their advice, you made your way to your bedroom and selected some fresh clothes for the occasion. A quick but refreshing bath in the bathroom revitalized your spirits. Dressed and ready, you left the bathroom and heard Secondo's voice echoing in the distance.

Peeking into the living room from the corridor, it was clear that everyone had gathered in the Papal apartment, yet Copia was notably absent. You chuckled to yourself, musing about whether a Papa should ever be fashionably late to his own formal lunch.

Before you could return to your bedroom, Dewdrop emerged from Andras' room, clutching Andras' favorite plushie in hand. He paused upon locking eyes with you.

"Look who's here," he quipped, deftly closing the door behind him.

With a playful tone, you retorted, "I'm always here, Dew..."

He took a step closer, grinning, and probed, "So..."

You feigned innocence, asking, "So...?"

"Won't you tell me how your night was?"

"My night?" you began, "Well, I came back here to the bedroom and stayed with Andras, and..."

Dewdrop couldn't contain himself, interrupting with flair, "Ah, cut it off! You came back here with Papa Emeritus IV, and you won't tell me what happened? I thought I was like... what do they call it..." He furrowed his brow, pretending to ponder. "Best friend!"

"I came back with Papa Emeritus IV, yes, but it's not what you're thinking," you said, trying to suppress a chuckle at Dewdrop's antics. "We just talked, and he's one of the Papas, after all."

Dewdrop sighed dramatically. "I thought you were about to tell me that you and Papa fu—"

"Sorry to disappoint," you interjected. "But nothing happened, we just talked and he left."

Dewdrop playfully pouted. "Well, fine then. Maybe next time you'll have something more exciting to share."

You chuckled. "We'll see, Dewdrop."

Dewdrop couldn't help but tease further. "Not even a little kiss?"

You laughed and replied, "Dew, you have quite an imagination! No, definitely not. We barely know each other, and he's a Papa. I highly doubt he'd be interested in that after just one night."

Dewdrop playfully raised an eyebrow. "You'd be surprised what the Papas can do or have done in one night with their affairs."

You laughed again and shook your head. "I think I'd rather not know about their affairs, Dew."

Dewdrop grinned and shifted his attention to the plushie in his hand. "Well, at least I have Flufficer here to keep me company." He then brought the plushie closer to his face. "Right, Flufficer? We won't cover the secrets ourselves, will we?"

You chuckled and couldn't help but be entertained by Dewdrop's lively personality. "I think Flufficer can't actually talk."

Dewdrop couldn't resist an eye roll, but a mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he teased you. "So, why did you escape the party yesterday with Papa?"

With a sigh, you explained, "I didn't escape the party with Papa! I heard that you were here with Andras. So, I told Angèle I'd come back and keep an eye on him."

Dewdrop raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "And Papa Emeritus IV came along because...?"

"Because I didn't know where to go and he wanted to see Andras since he hadn't had a chance to before," you replied.

Dewdrop nodded in understanding. "Got it."

Suddenly, the faint sound of crying echoed from a distance. Dewdrop's attention shifted, and he gave you a knowing nod before heading to the living room.

With Dewdrop attending to Andras, you returned to your room to complete your preparations for the lunch. To your surprise, when you entered, you found Copia sitting on the chair you had set near the window the previous night. He turned to you when he noticed your presence, and a warm smile spread across his face. Without a word, he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulling you into the room. He closed the door behind you, pinning you against it.

"P...Papa... Can I help you with something?" you started to say, but he placed his index finger against your lips, silencing you.

"I'm hiding," he whispered, looking down at you.

"Hiding?" you whispered back.

"Sì, hiding," he confirmed with a playful grin.

"From who?" you whispered.

Copia's mismatched eyes revealed a hint of nervousness as he held you close against the door. You could feel his heart racing, making it clear that he was far from feeling at ease.

You tilted your head, gazing at him with concern. "Is there something you're worried about, Papa?"

Copia sighed softly, his grip on your waist relaxing a little. "It's just... the formal lunch with the clergy. I'm not sure if I'm ready for all the conversations, the attention. I thought I could hide somewhere for a time."

"And you chose to hide here?" you asked in a hushed tone.

"Eh... I needed somewhere," he confessed.

"And the only available place was my... room?"

Copia nodded, still looking nervous. "I couldn't hide where Terzo and Angèle were, and I also couldn't hide in Andras' room, and you were at the bathroom, so there was only one option, sì?" He took a deep breath. "And I came here to stay with you."

"With me?" you asked, feeling your heart race as he closed the distance between you.

Copia hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Well, you mentioned this morning that we're friends, sì?"

"Yes," you replied, your gaze briefly darting away from his.

Copia's gloved hand gently tilted your chin upwards, urging you to meet his gaze again. His eyes held a soft, affectionate glint. "Friends support each other, sì?"

You couldn't help but smile shyly. "We can stay here as long as you need, Papa."

Copia's thumb brushed against your cheek, and he leaned closer to you, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "Grazie, cuoricina," his grip tightened again, and he leaned in closer. "You make me feel better, comfortable, and I trust you. I need that right now," he admitted with a wavering voice.

"Papa... you do realize that eventually someone will come looking for me, don't you?" you inquired, a soft giggle escaping your lips.

Copia sighed, his nervousness still evident in his voice. "Lo so, lo so, but I just needed a moment... to breathe, to collect myself." He looked at you with a hint of desperation in his eyes.

You reached out and gently placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin. "Papa, you'll do great out there. You're strong, and you have all the qualities to be a wonderful Papa."

His eyes softened, and he leaned into your touch. Slowly, he removed his arm from around you, taking a small step back to allow you to move from the door. You took a step aside and placed your hand on his arm.

"But we can stay here as long as you need to," you reassured him, gently caressing his arm with your hand.

His body shivered under your touch, and you quickly pulled your hand back, preparing to move away. However, he reached out and grabbed your arm, pausing you in your tracks.

Your bodies collided as he pulled you towards him. Your faces were so close that Copia's eyes were closed, and his breath quickened. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, sending a shiver down your spine, and a warm grip radiated from your stomach. Your eyes searched his face for something you weren't quite sure of, and he leaned in closer, his face stopping just inches from yours. His lips ghosted over yours, and you brought your hands to his arms, holding onto the sleeves of his shirt.

Your breathing quickened, and you closed your eyes as you felt his hand leaving your arm and then enveloping your waist, pressing your body against his. Your hands traveled from his arms to his shoulders and up to his neck as you began pulling him even closer. However, your moment was abruptly interrupted as your bedroom door swung open, and both of you pulled away from each other instantly.

"Fratello?" Terzo's voice echoed in the room. "What are you...?" He began but turned his gaze to you. "Oh... Did I interrupt something?" he said with a smirk, shifting his attention back to Copia.

"No, we were just talking," Copia responded.

"With the door closed?" Terzo leaned against the doorframe, maintaining his smirk. "Is this true?" He turned his gaze to you.

"Yes, Papa," you replied, unable to look at Terzo, choosing instead to focus on the floor. "Papa Copia came to my room to talk to me."

"Bene," Terzo said, nodding. "I trust you. And you," he added, addressing Copia. "I don't even have to say it, do I?"

"I'll be there in a minute," Copia replied, reaching for the door and closing it.

Copia sighed, and you kept your eyes trained on the floor. You heard his footsteps, and you could only see his shoes as he stood in front of you. Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet his, sensing a hint of longing in his expression.

"Will you stay by my side during the lunch? Just in case I need some support?" Copia asked.

You offered a warm smile. "Of course, Papa. I'll be right there with you."

"Sono ancora qui!" Terzo's voice echoed from the other side of the door.

Copia sighed, displaying his frustration, and reached for the doorknob, opening it. He proceeded to join Terzo, and together they headed to the living room to meet with the members of the clergy and their brothers. After a few moments, you followed suit and walked alongside them to the dining room.

As you arrived in the dining room, the clergy members and Papas began taking their seats. Regrettably, all the spots close to Copia were already occupied, leaving you to find a seat farther from him. However, you were content that at least you had a clear view of Copia, who was seated at the head of the table.

The lunch commenced with the arrival of the first plates, carried in by some siblings. This pattern continued as more dishes were served. Although you were already familiar with the menu, having spent a significant part of your day helping to prepare it, you couldn't help but be impressed by the elegant presentation and service of the dishes.

Throughout the meal, the conversation flowed, with some topics you couldn't quite grasp. Nevertheless, Copia expertly addressed questions from the members of the clergy, as indicated by Secondo's approving looks, Primo's nods, and the serious expression on Terzo's face. You couldn't help but feel proud of Copia, and you sent quick glances his way, each accompanied by a discreet smile. It seemed like he noticed because he mirrored your expressions throughout the formal meal.

The elaborate lunch continued for several hours until they finally reached the dessert course. However, unfortunately, you and Angèle had to excuse yourselves earlier as Andras began to cry in his room. Angèle briefly returned to the dining room, leaving you to tend to Andras until he fell back asleep. As you knew the meal was already over, and the conversation had likely shifted to Ministry matters, you decided to make your way to your bedroom, hoping to enjoy the view of the sunset from your window.

As time passed, you could still hear their voices, sometimes punctuated by the clinking of glasses, indicating that they had likely moved to the living room. At times, you left your room to check on Andras in his bedroom. You couldn't help but take quick glances at the living room, where only a few members of the clergy remained with the four Papas, sharing bottles of wine and deep conversations.

Whenever you moved back and forth between your bedroom and Andras' room, you kept taking quick glances at them, especially Copia, as he engaged in conversations with the clergy members. You felt a sense of relief as you observed that his initial nervousness and fears seemed to have dissipated.

At times, while passing through the common areas of the apartment, you found yourself stopping to listen to the conversations, even though most of it was in Italian, which you couldn't fully understand. When you did pause to listen, it was not uncommon for Copia's eyes to turn to you. In response, you would nod your head and offer him a proud smile before retreating to your own space. You couldn't help but feel immense pride for him, seeing how well he was handling his new role.

The warm, yellow lights of the Garden were finally turned on, signaling the approach of night. With that transition, the voices in the apartment began to grow quieter, including the voices of the Papas. Primo was the first one to arrive at your room to bid you goodnight, but instead, you decided to join him and the others in the living room.

Upon your arrival, you found Secondo, Terzo, and Copia seated together. They were sharing laughter and engaging in lively conversation. Secondo held a bottle of wine, while Terzo had a glass in hand, and he sat with his legs crossed. Copia, on the other hand, seemed to be in a relaxed state, almost lounging in his chair. The fabric around his neck was untied, and his shirt had some of its top buttons undone, revealing his hairy chest and collarbones.

"Non preoccuparti," Primo's voice reached your ears, and you shifted your attention from Copia to him. "They won't stay much longer, bella, they'll be gone in a few minutes. They're just a bunch of old men who can't stand drinking nights anymore."

"Vecchi uomini?" Secondo chimed in, standing up. "Guarda chi parla, il più anziano di tutti noi."

"Siamo tutti vecchi, Secondo," Terzo replied.

"Beh, non mi considero un vecchio," Secondo retorted. "Mia moglie mi fa sentire giovane. Noi-"

"We don't need to hear the details," Primo interrupted, cutting Secondo off. "She doesn't deserve to hear the details of your intimacy, brother."

"Ah, come on, Primo!" Secondo huffed and turned to face Terzo. "Terzo knows what I'm talking about. There's so much love, so much passion that we feel young again."

"He's right, I do know what he's talking about," Terzo said, taking a sip from his glass. "Actually, I think it's time for you three to let me feel young tonight, as my wife awaits me in bed."

"Scortese!" Secondo exclaimed and placed the bottle on the coffee table. "Since when did you start ending the parties so early?"

"Since I became a father," Terzo replied. "No, better yet, since I married a woman I desire to worship and cherish every night."

Terzo and Secondo laughed and made their way toward you and Primo. As they walked together to the front door, you observed their interactions. However, you couldn't help but turn your gaze back to Copia, who was pouring another glass of wine and taking a sip. Your eyes remained fixated on him, and you tilted your head as a single drop of wine escaped his lips, traced down his chin, neck, and chest, disappearing into his black shirt.

Just then, the sound of the door closing drew your attention, and you immediately faced Terzo, who was approaching your direction. You smiled warmly and watched him moving to the couch, sitting down beside Copia. You walked in their directions and started to collect the empty glasses and bottles from the coffee table.

"Sono veramente orgoglioso di te," Terzo stated, his eyes brimming with genuine warmth. "You handled today exceptionally well, fratello mio."

You carried on with your tidying, and Terzo's gaze shifted toward you, offering a appreciative smile.

"Grazie," Terzo said.

"You don't need to thank me, Papa," you humbly replied.

Terzo redirected his attention to Copia and added, "I know you had your reservations about today, but I believe you've managed everything splendidly, and I'm confident the members of the clergy are quite satisfied with your performance."

Copia nodded, his mismatched eyes reflecting his gratitude.

"But," he rose from the couch, his attention focused on Copia. "For now, it's time for you to return to your chambers, fratello. This includes..." Terzo reached for the glass in Copia's hand, taking it from him. "Niente più vino per te stasera."

Copia gazed at Terzo, his eyes only slightly drowsy. You couldn't be sure if he was drunk or simply tired.

"Hai bisogno di riposo, io ho bisogno di riposo, ne abbiamo tutti bisogno," Terzo asserted as he approached you, collecting the bottles and glasses from your hands. "Can I ask you to keep him company tonight?"

"You mean..." you furrowed your brows, "...stay with Papa?"

Terzo shook his head. "No, just go with him to his chambers, it would be greatly appreciated, piccola."

You nodded in agreement. "Of course, Papa."

Copia hesitated for a moment, his mismatched eyes flickering with uncertainty. "No!" he exclaimed, a bit too quickly. "I mean, it's not necessary. I can go by myself."

Terzo chuckled and headed for the kitchen. "I know you can, but I just want to ensure you arrive safely, and I trust her. So, buonanotte, fratello," he called before disappearing into the kitchen.

Copia remained in the living room, still half-asleep. After a moment of quiet, he gradually stood up, his body swaying slightly as he sought balance. Swiftly, you reached out and held his waist to steady him, and he looked down at you.

"I guess Primo might be right," he mumbled, resting his hands on your shoulders. "We could be seen as a bunch of old men who can't handle their drinks anymore."

"Don't think like that, Papa," you reassured him. Taking his hand, you placed his arm around your neck and wrapped your arm around his waist. "You're not old, just wiser, perhaps," you said with a smile as you guided him towards the front door.

"Is that the polite way to call me old?" He shook his head.

You chuckled and shook your head, denying the implication. "Not at all, I promise."

You reached for the front door's knob and opened it to let both of you exit. After stepping outside together, you closed the door. Suddenly, it occurred to you that you had no idea where Copia's chambers were. You turned to face him, observing the slightly dazed expression on his face.

"Papa, I... You'll have to guide me to your room," you said in a soft tone. "Again," you added with a giggle.

"Of course," he responded, shifting his arm from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer. "I'll be your guide whenever you need."

Your cheeks grew warm at his words, and you found yourself unable to meet his gaze. His grip on you tightened as you both continued to walk side by side, your arms wrapped around each other, navigating the empty halls of the ministry. There were no Ghouls or siblings in sight, a fact for which you were grateful. If Dewdrop had witnessed this scene, he would undoubtedly never let you hear the end of it the next day.

The ministry was shrouded in an eerie silence at this hour, a stillness that seemed to amplify every little sound. You could almost swear you could hear the faint crackling of the flames on the candles that adorned the walls, even if you weren't entirely sure if they were real. What you were undeniably sure of was the synchronized rhythm of your and Copia's footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. And, most unmistakably, the steady thumping of your own heartbeats. Being so close to him, wrapped in each other's arms, sent waves of nervousness and anticipation coursing through you.

After a short walk, but not an overly long one, Copia stopped before a door. He gently unwrapped his arm from your waist, retrieving a small key from his pants pocket. He skillfully unlocked the door and turned to you.

"Grazie for coming with me," he said, his brows furrowing, and his eyes only half-open. "Don't forget to tell mio stupido fratello that I'm safe."

"Of course, Papa, I'll make sure to inform him," you giggled. "Goodnight."

Copia nodded and took a step toward you, but his balance wavered once again. You quickly stepped closer, your hands went to his waist while one of his hands found rest on your shoulder. His face was near your neck, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin. You needed to maintain composure, so you took a deep breath, placing your hands on his back. Before you knew it, Copia's arms wrapped around you, and you both stood there in a silent, empty corridor in each other's arms. Your heart raced, unsure of what to do or say, but you couldn't let the moment linger.

Breaking the silence, you gently withdrew your arms from around him. "Papa, are you feeling alright?"

"Eh..." he pulled his head back, looking at you. "I'm just a little... dizzy, sì, sì. I think I need my bed."

"You need to rest, Papa," you spoke gently. "Let's go; I'll help you."

You took one of his hands in a firm grip and guided him slowly into his chambers, closing the door behind you. His room was relatively small, making it easy to navigate. As you reached the bed, you placed a hand on his back and gently helped him sit on the edge of the mattress.

"There you go, Papa," you said with a gentle smile, pulling your hands away from him. "Now, please, lay down and try to get some rest."

"Are you leaving already, cuoricina?" Copia inquired, lifting his head and gazing at you. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

You chuckled and shook your head while regarding him affectionately. "No, I can't stay. I came here just to make sure you arrived safely."

"But I really wish you'd stay with me..." he said, his eyes pleading. "I need you here with me."

You chuckled, fully aware that his words were likely influenced by the copious amount of wine he had consumed since lunch, a clear attempt to soothe his nerves. It was undoubtedly the wine talking.

"Could you at least help me remove this paint?" he sighed. "I don't want to wake up with my sheets and pillow covered in paint from my face, and I doubt I can manage it on my own."

"Of course," you replied, smiling at him.

Copia rose from his bed and took small, cautious steps towards the door. You followed closely behind, your hands at the ready in case he needed assistance. He reached for the door and gently pushed it open, revealing a bathroom. He entered and flicked on the light. You continued to trail him, entering the bathroom with him, and he came to a stop in front of the sink.

He extended his arm toward the mirror, which doubled as a cabinet. Opening it, he retrieved some wet tissues and placed them on the countertop.

"That's normally what I use..." he mentioned, turning to face you.

"Why don't you take a seat, Papa?" you suggested.

He scanned the bathroom and made his way to the toilet, sitting on the lid and turning to face you. You smiled at him, then reached for the package of wet tissues. Stepping a bit closer to him, you positioned yourself in front of him and extracted some tissues from the package, using your fingers to gently lift his chin, tilting his head towards you. His eyes met yours before they slowly closed.

You set the package back on the countertop and began cleaning his face paint. With each wipe, his flushed and puffy appearance became more evident beneath the layers of paint.

"I shouldn't have drunk that much wine, I have so many things to do tomorrow..." he began.

You chuckled softly while continuing to clean his face. "How many glasses did you have?"

"Uh..." he opened his eyes and furrowed his brow. "I... at lunch, I had one, after that, in the afternoon, I had another one, with my brothers I had two more... Uh..."

"So, four glasses?" you inquired.

"Sì, quattro," he nodded.

"Close your eyes for me, Papa," you said in a soothing tone, and he obliged, shutting his eyes in response.

You gently moved the tissues toward his eyes, carefully cleaning away the round black paint that adorned them. Copia let out a contented sigh.

"This is good," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

You couldn't help but be curious. "What is good?"

He shifted on the toilet lid, his face still concealed behind his closed eyelids. "Your touch... it's comforting."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you recognized the unmistakable influence of the wine in his words. However, it didn't stop a warm sensation from spreading through you.

"Thank you, Papa," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

A tranquil silence enveloped the bathroom as you continued the delicate task of removing the black paint from around his eyes. You leaned in closer, bringing your face to the same level as his, scrutinizing every inch to ensure no traces were left. Lost in your work, you meticulously examined his face until he gradually opened his eyes.

His gaze traced the contours of your face, locking onto your eyes, and you felt your cheeks heat up as your eyes met. Flustered by the sudden eye contact, you quickly straightened your posture, unable to hide the blush on your face.

"I-It's done, Papa," you stammered, still feeling bashful.

Copia got up and headed to the sink to examine himself in the mirror. "You cleaned it all, cuoricina," he exclaimed, his eyes reflecting appreciation. "You're a professional!"

"Papa..." you chuckled, "There's nothing professional about that."

Copia turned his face to you, revealing himself without the face paint for the first time. Even though you had only met him in person the day before, you had only seen him in pictures with the iconic Cardinal paint. Now, seeing him like this, your heart raced, your entire body tingled, and you couldn't help but flush. You felt tense and nervous in his presence, and as you stared at him, your feelings overwhelmed you.

Setting the dirty tissues on the sink's countertop, you moved toward the bathroom's door. However, before you could reach it, Copia gently caught your wrist, sending a wave of warmth and connection through your body. Slowly, you turned to face him, finding an apologetic look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Papa?" you inquired, trying to conceal the flurry of emotions inside you.

"Did I... Did I say something that upset you?" he asked, concern etched in his features.

You hesitated before answering, "No."

He released your wrist and nodded, visibly relieved. "I thought I had... you were walking away."

You couldn't bring yourself to tell him the real reason you had been walking toward the door. It wasn't something he had done to upset you, but rather the effect he had on you, making you feel all giddy and nervous in his presence.

"It's late," you lied, trying to find an excuse. "I need to go back."

Copia nodded, understanding. "Eh... sì, sì, you are right," he agreed, turning off the bathroom lights and stepping closer to you. "You need to go back..." he repeated your words with a hint of sadness, his eyes conveying a reluctance to see you leave.

"Yes, Papa," you replied with a warm smile.

"Let me at least open the door for you, cuoricina," he said, rubbing his tired eyes.

Copia offered a kind smile and walked toward the door, and you followed closely behind with a hand resting on his back. He glanced at you over his shoulder, and his smile made you blush. Together, you completed the short walk to his front door. Copia stopped in front of it, opened the door, and stepped aside to allow you to pass. You removed your hand from his back and walked out of his chambers, turning to face him.

"Well, Papa, Goodni-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Copia leaned in with his eyes closed and planted a gentle, unexpected kiss on your lips. His hand tenderly cupped your cheek. Your eyes widened in surprise, and your body tensed, but you gradually relaxed, closing your eyes and cherishing the taste of wine on his lips. His lips seemed to carry the essence of every grape in the glasses of wine he had been consuming since lunch, and you couldn't help but find them intoxicating.

You found yourself frozen, not due to unwillingness, but because you were unsure of where to touch him or what to do next. Your entire body felt tense, and the few seconds that passed felt like an eternity. As Copia pulled back, you realized that the kiss had been brief, lasting only a few seconds. When you opened your eyes, you observed that his remained closed, as though he were savoring the moment or still enveloped in the sensation. Your gaze roamed over every contour of his face, lingering on his lips until his half-opened eyes met yours.

"Buonosera, cuoricina," he whispered with his voice low and a hint of huskiness in his tone.

"Goo-Goodnight... Papa..." you replied softly, gazing at him with a mix of emotions.

He nodded and stepped back into his chambers. You took a step back toward the door, and he closed it, but his eyes never left yours until the door finally shut, leaving you with a racing heart and a swirl of emotions.

You hurriedly left Copia's chambers door, the sensations of that brief yet intense moment with him still lingering in your mind. You walked back down the empty corridor, your thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of emotions.

Suddenly, you heard a door creaking open behind you, and your body froze. You quickly turned and sought cover against the marble walls, trying not to be seen. You held your breath, hoping to go unnoticed, but your curiosity got the better of you. You couldn't resist the urge to sneak a peek.

As you cautiously glanced down the corridor, you saw Copia standing in front of his door, his gaze shifting from side to side. Panic set in, and your nails nearly dug into the marble walls. Was he looking for you? Had he come out to find you? For a split second, you wrestled with the idea of going back to him, of seeking out that connection once more. But your courage faltered, and your feet refused to move. In an instant, he retreated into his chambers, closing the door behind him, and you finally allowed yourself to exhale, feeling the tension leave your body.

You reluctantly tore yourself away from the marble wall and returned to the main corridor. You found yourself lingering for a moment, gazing at his door, feeling torn between the desire to return and the understanding that it wasn't the right time.

Resigned to this decision, you turned away and continued your on your back to the Papal Apartment. As you walked, your mind raced with thoughts, but one thing remained crystal clear – the memory of his unexpected kiss.

Grammar

Piccola: Little one

Mio figlio ha bisogno di pannolini freschi, sì?: My son needs some fresh diapers, sì?

È stato buono, molto buono: It was good, very good

Molto bene: Very good

Per niente: Not at all

Lascia perdere: Never mind

Sì: Yes

Miei fratelli: My brothers

Lo so, lo so: I know, I know

Sono ancora qui: I'm still here

Non preoccuparti: Don't worry

Bella: Beautiful

Vecchi uomini: Old men

Guarda chi parla, il più anziano di tutti noi: Look who's talking, the oldest of all of us

Siamo tutti vecchi, Secondo: We are all old, Secondo

Beh, non mi considero un vecchio: Well, I don't consider myself an old man

Mia moglie mi fa sentire giovane. Noi-: My wife makes me feel young. We-

Scortese: Rude

Sono veramente orgoglioso di te: I'm really proud of you

Fratello mio: My brother

Niente più vino per te stasera: No more wine for you tonight

Hai bisogno di riposo, io ho bisogno di riposo, ne abbiamo tutti bisogno: You need rest, I need rest, we all need it

Buonanotte, fratello: Goodnight, brother

Mio stupido fratello: My stupid brother

Sì, quattro: Yes, four

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[shuyamino]

LUXIEM IN COLLEGE

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، mysta rias x reader | ike eveland x reader | vox akuma x reader | luca kaneshiro x reader | shu yamino x reader

content : ✒ ،، SFW | college au | fluff | headcanons + blurb | gender neutral pronouns | meet cutes, for the most part

summary : ✒ ،، You're attending Nijisanji University and meet a couple of interesting characters ...

note : ✒ ،، my 100th post, ayoooo!! some of the details here are from my own experience in uni, which hopefully adds more realism to it :3 i'm currently working on 3 longer wips, so ive been a bit slow with writing. i hope this makes up for it <3!!!

SHU YAMINO AS THE TECH SUPPORT ʿ ⟢

SHU is works at your campus' Genius Center — which is just a fancy way of saying the college IT workers. From what you remembered, they help out with various of tech-related services. Which is perfect for you, after your laptop suddenly died one night.

You basically ran into the campus support center the following morning and thrusted your laptop into the nearest Tech Support you can spot — this essay was due that evening! You knew you shouldn't have procrastinated, but you did anyways.

Shu wasn't too shocked about your actions — by now, it was fairly normal to have various college students panicking in the lobby. He holds your laptop, voice calm as he asks you what the problem is.

You're rambling a bit too much. Jumping around topics and making a flurry of hand movements. But he's nodding along, lips still curved to a comforting smile as he leads you towards one of the desks in the small building.

Once you finish your explanation, he has your laptop open and clicking away at the keyboard.

"Um — s-so, can you fix it?" You ask quietly, peeking over his shoulder to look at your laptop screen.

"Well, it looks like you have a... couple of viruses." He answers, craning his neck just to look at you from over his shoulder. "You said you had an essay due soon?" You nod, lips pursed.

"Well… I can help fix up your laptop but if you had your essay saved in a Drive, you can borrow a laptop here and finish it up." You thank him as he heads to the back to get you a campus-issued laptop.

For a good chunk of that day, the two of you sat in this corner — him, trying to fix your laptop and you, trying to finish the rest of your essay.

SHU abruptly stops to stretch his arms up above his head, groaning slightly as he fixed his posture. You'd gotten more than half of your essay finished — thankfully you had the foresight to save all of your online references in a separate outlined document. Since you ran to the tech support building the moment you woke up, you didn't have time to eat breakfast. It wasn't long until your stomach began to protest that mistake. Your cheeks burn red as your stomach groaned — just loud enough to catch Shu's attention. His eyes glance over yours, lips slowly curving to a warm smile. "I...was thinking of taking a coffee break, do you want to come grab something with me?"

It isn't until much later after he helped fix your laptop that you find out that the campus tech support doesn't help students with their personal laptops.

Nor do they take them out for coffee.

MYSTA RIAS AS THE CLASS CRYPTID ʿ ⟢

MYSTA is a student that you thought was failing your shared course — he was fairly late the first day and looked like he rolled out of bed before running to the lecture hall.

He sat beside you at the back corner of the lecture hall after being sternly reprimanded by your professor. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, if anything, it looked like the scolding went in one ear and out the other.

The rest of the semester continues like this. Since it's a general edu class, you're not quite sure what his major is. There were some days when it looked like he was doing comp sci work. Another day when he was reading an online textbook about primates (Anthropology, maybe?). And there were even some slower days when he would just sit and watch anime with a pair of discrete Airpods.

There were some days when he'd notice you staring and he'd turn on subtitles and tilt his laptop towards your direction. Other than this, the two of you rarely spoke to each other. Just small talk at most — it was easy to joke with him, at least, but other than that, you didn't really see him outside of this lecture hall.

Least to say, you've grown morbidly curious about him as the semester progressed. There were a few things that you knew about him — he seemed to like the color orange, if his clothes were anything to go by, and he liked anime. In addition to these facts, you were fairly certain that he was failing this class.

So, imagine your shock after receiving the results of your first exam and you spot a clear 100% on Mysta's paper compared to your 69%.

MYSTA must have noticed you staring because his head snapped up from his exam paper directly to you. You jump slightly, startled at getting caught staring. His eyes trail down to your paper, lips curving slightly at the red mark on your paper. Just as you're about to accusatorially ask him what he was grinning at, he points at the number with a laugh. "You got a 69!" Your jaw slacks because it wasn't exactly what you'd expected to come from his mouth, all the while he keeps laughing about the funny number. You're sat there with an absolute deadpan expression all the while the oh-so mysterious classmate laughs at your score. Not because of how badly you'd done — no, he's laughing because it's a sixty-nine. "Aw, don't pout." Mysta says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. His voice lowered, edging slightly towards a mockingly condescending tone. "I can help you study for the next test, if you want~"

The "study session" actually just consisted of watching more anime and eating.

IKE EVELAND AS THE CAMPUS LIBRARIAN ʿ ⟢

IKE works in the campus library!

He's known for being very friendly and approachable. Any and all anxiety disappears the moment you see him. He just has a really comforting vibe! Students that tour first years around campus make sure to tell them about Ike Eveland. ("If you ever need help around the library, find Ike!")

Ike often works behind the counter on the first floor, but there are moments in which he's putting books back where they belong in the other floors of the library.

You frequented the library — mostly taking advantage of the air conditioning, the tables and comfy chairs, and the quiet floor to take naps in during your free time.

When you weren't studying or finishing up course work, you were usually just sitting around the quiet room to take a nap or just have some downtime from your hectic classes and loud campus.

Despite this, you haven't really spoken to Ike. You never had to, anyway. But you have heard of him — more often than not, you hear people around the other floors whispering and giggling about the cute librarian on the first floor. It doesn't take a genius to know who they were talking about.

The first time you meet him was by pure coincidence.

"Stupid book…" You muttered, already standing on your toes as you stretch your arm up above your head. It wasn't even placed on the highest shelf — just a shelf above your reach. None of the step stools were around either, leaving you to fight this alone. Just as your fingertips managed to reach the book's spine, another hand came into view and easily pulled the book out from the shelf. Your head turns, ready to thank your savior, before you realize you're basically face-to-face with the one and only — "Y-You...!" You stammer before you can help it. IKE tilts is head slightly, seemingly unaffected by the distance between the two of you, or the lack there of. His torso is brushing against your back and you're basically caged between his body and the bookshelf. Your heart thrums against your chest — the loud drumming filling your ears as your cheeks fill with heat. "Sorry, it looked like you needed help." He explains, as he holds the book out for you. You close your mouth, hoping that he didn't notice the way your jaw slackened at the sight of him as you wordlessly take the book from his hand. You're fixing your hair before you can help it — a nervous habit at most. The others weren't exaggerating at all, you think, as you sneak another glance at Ike. He is just as pretty as most people say — kind eyes with long, pretty lashes and a kind smile. Is it a little weird to note that he smells like vanilla too? "I'm still around here for a bit, if you need any more help you can come ask me, okay?"

VOX AKUMA AS THE NEW PROFESSOR ʿ ⟢

VOX recently graduated from grad school and is starting his first year as a professor in Nijisanji University! You're lucky enough to be able to attend his first ever class in your last year as an undergrad.

He's teaching English Literature and even while most students are taking this class to fill in for their general education, he expected the lot of you to still take his class seriously.

It's an hour and thirty minute long class and he spends the first few minutes just talking to the class and reading a short poem every Friday.

Even though it's his first time teaching, he's really good at explaining concepts and various analysis. In addition to this, he's very attentive to what the class (and individual) needs.

It's hard to think that it was his first time teaching, not gonna lie.

On top of his attentiveness, Professor Vox was both pleasing to the eyes and ears. It wouldn't be an over-exaggeration to say that he became a fairly popular professor to the entire student body.

As easy as this class was for the most part, you were still struggling with being able to analyze and connect some literary devices.

So, seeing the bright red C- and a 'Please see me after class', in your latest exam wasn't much of a shock

Professor VOX didn't seem disappointed when you approached him at the end of class — if anything, he seemed concerned. You tried to ignore the wary looks your classmates gave you when you approached him though. It was already embarrassing to get such an awful grade, even weirder knowing that your classmates are imagining some weird porn scenario in their head right about now. He greets you kindly despite your grade and is already packing his things up for the next class. You're nervously fidgeting with your thumbs — you've always hated having to talk to professors about your grade. No matter how kind they were. "I'm really sorry," You start, before he can start his 'I'm-not-disappointed' speech. Vox's eyebrows quirk, before his lips curl to a comforting smile. "I just…I kind of understand everything — " "There's nothing to apologize for," He cuts you off with a small wave of his hand. "If anything, I want to be the one to apologize. I should have noticed one of my students struggling." Your heart skips a beat. It's unfair for him to be handsome, attentive, and kind. Your cheeks flush before you can help it — a deep flush that makes you sweat a little under his gaze. "I-I think it's just hard to connect these kinds of things for me." You explain, hoping that your voice doesn't come out too high pitched. "It really isn't your fault." Vox seems to mull it over. "Well, I won't force your hand on the matter, but if you'd prefer, I am open for one-on-one tutoring sessions."

LUCA KANESHIRO AS THE DORM CUTIE ʿ ⟢

The dorms were co-ed, though the male and female rooms were separated in different wings. When you first started college, you were required to live in the dorms.

Bumping into the opposite gender wasn't anything odd, though you'd be a liar to say that you didn't have moments of confusion upon seeing some rando standing about by your dorm room.

You meet LUCA on your way to one evening class — an unavoidable class, unfortunately, if you want to stay on track for your 4-year graduation. You bump into him past the common room, where he's making a sandwich.

You don't recognize him right away, but he does you.

"Oh hey!" He calls out, holding a sandwich in his hand. "I remember you from orientation. Where are you going?"

He seemed friendly enough, so you explain to him where you were heading. It wasn't until a few seconds into the conversation that you realize that he was in your orientation group. His name was at the tip of your tongue — Leo? Luke? — Oh, right! Luca.

LUCA blinks, looking confused when you explained to him where you were heading — almost like it didn't even cross his mind that people would take classes this late in the evening. You stare back, more or less confused about his reaction than anything else. He reminds you of the typical frat boy — wouldn't be too surprised if he did end up joining a fraternity after living in the dorms. Broad shoulders and a big build. And his thin white shirt isn't doing much to hide the dark tattoos on his chest. His medium length blonde hair is messily tied up too, like he'd done it in a hurry to make his sandwich. He is cute though. "Well, I should go." You say, pointing towards the elevator. It was the first day — or, evening, you guess — and you really didn't want to be late, even if it meant being able to talk to someone like Luca. "Oh, wait! I actually have somewhere to go right now. Is it cool if I walk with you?" Luca asks, still smiling brightly with his sandwich. You can't help but squint at him. It was clear that he wasn't planning on going out anywhere. He must have noticed your suspicion because he quickly adds, "It's late, you know. We can keep each other safe!" You realize then what he was hoping to do. You couldn't help but beam at him; your lips curling to a wide smile. You agree to his offer, deciding to play along with his excuse. Just this once. His own face lights up at your response. His response reminds you of a giant giant golden retriever. "Pog! Lemme jus' grab my jacket."

[polifandom]

conversations i think would happen if isaac and theo were dating

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

1:

*the pack is reminiscing stuff from when they were younger*

scott: so there was this girl that you never really met, theo. she was a hunter. i dated her for a while.

stiles: they were highschool sweethearts. that is, before isaac suddenly stepped in and decided to date her instead...

isaac: HEY! thats not how it happened.

theo, with his eyebrows up, staring ublinking at isaac: oh, you dated her?

isaac: for a veeery short amount of time, before she died.

theo, staring some more at isaac before turning to scott: she died?

scott, not realizing what was going on at all: unfortunately. miss her every day.

theo: oh, yeah? how about you, isaac? you miss her too?

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo bites isaacs shoulder*

isaac: ouch, babe. you cant turn me twice.

theo, with blood on his fangs, stepping back to take his shirt of: you dont say. excuse me if i thought you liked it rough, seen as youve dated a hunter and all.

isaac: theo, for god sake, you cant stay mad at a dead woman. i hadnt even met you.

theo, moving in towards isaac other shoulder: youre lucky shes already dead.

2:

isaac, scrambling to find his keys: we need to go, theo. they need our help.

theo, calmly watching him from the kitchen isle: not really. scotts a big boy, he can take care of himself.

isaac: scotts a dumbass. he would be dead ages ago if it was up to him.

theo: well, then its nature running its course.

isaac, staring madly at him: theo!

theo, unfazed: isaac.

3:

*isaac is meeting the puppy pack for the first time*

isaac: so this is your pack?

theo, at the same time as liam: no

liam, at the same time as theo: yes

liam, now staring angrily at theo: something you wanna say?

theo, avoiding isaacs eyes: fine, yes, this is my pack.

isaac, now hiding laughter behind his hand: oh, now i get it. you're part of the puppy pack.

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo pins isaac against the wall*

theo: you think you're so funny, right?

4:

isaac: so liam?

theo, not looking up from his cellphone: what about him?

isaac, crossing his arms: guess.

theo, dropping his phone: no? just say it already.

isaac: you dated him.

theo: yes, and?

isaac: "yes, and?" are you kidding me? you want to murder every single person ive come in close vicinity to, even though most of them are already dead, but you can be besties with your ex?!

theo, rolling his eyes: we're barely even friends.

isaac: he's literally your alpha.

theo: he isn't even an alpha, angel. much less mine.

isaac: well, you're in his pack?

theo: you're nitpicking.

isaac: you PUNCHED scott because i had sex with him once. AGES AGO. and I'M the nitpicker?

theo: you said it, not me.

*two broken (now healed) noses and a very intense bloody make out session later*

isaac, laying down naked beside theo: so, how long did you date?

theo, intesely rolling his eyes and turning his bare back to isaac: we're not having this conversation again.

5:

isaac, whispering in the dark of the night: babe?

theo, sleepy: yes, angel?

isaac: would you kill me?

theo, turning on his back to face him: never. not you.

isaac, holding theos face more lovingly than hed care to admit: swear? i cant be falling for you just so you kill me later, theo.

theo, now holding isaacs neck, caressing there: isaac, id go to hell all over again just for you.

[astro-can]

recently finished reading hunterxhunter and im here to give my deepest and honest opinions

it was really well written and well played-out. the author is a genius, and i can tell that he puts in a lot of effort into the story. my personal favourite arcs are yorknew city and the chimera ant arc, although the 13th chairman election is a close second.

my favourite character is def kurapika. this man is smart, pretty, talented, skilled, and has good morals. please marry me

other characters i like include machi, gon, killua, komugi, biscuit, and feitan.

mereum was one of the best written villains i have ever seen. his character development as well as his growing affection for komugi is the SWEETEST THING IVE EVER SEEN although i cant say i was sad when he died. i was so glad it was finally over because i couldn't have withstood another chimera ant arc.

and of course: the ships

i've been looking through some of the most popular ships and i would humbly like to say my own opinions on them. killua x gon seems so basic, because it seems like people are shipping them just because 1. they are male and 2. they are the two deuteragonists. its been specified that their best friends throughout the entirety of the series, and i'd like it to stay that way. also, they're like, 12. (totally respect your opinion if you ship it tho, because i ship satosugu and its sort of the same situation) another ship i don't particularly like is kurapika x leorio. i love them both but again, i feel like they're getting shipped just because their male and yall are thirsty for bl.

one ship that i find is super sweet is pokkle x ponzu. its semi-canon and they've barely interacted, but itssosweetomgimgonnacryihopetheygetrebornhappily

and of course, mereum x komugi. love it. no more words.

one thing that i didn't really like about hxh is how fast it transitioned out of gon and killua to kurapika (succession arc). 1. where is killua 2. where is leorio 3. i would like to see a kurapika and gon interaction please 3. ging?????hello?????where this man at (if he's still with that rat pariston or wtvr his name is i will throw hands)

genuinely hope the author gets better soon! rooting for his recovery. and if he does pass away, i heard that his wife (author of sailor moon) will take over.

anyways you guys can expect some hxh fanart coming soon

have a nice day

[fwob]

CAN I PLEASEE PLZ PLS GET UR FIC RECS DUDE (can i also rec one; poly philtatos (the most loved by far)

anything for you anon <3 sorry for taking . checks watch . two days .

under the cut cuz i have . A Few

PROJECT: ICARUS - aka the fic thats been absolutely rotting my brain for the past week . luffy dies at marineford except actually just kidding hes still alive but hes a marine pacifista / seraphim / human weapon now . oops ! please read it its so good the first 2 chapters are fucking BRUTAL

put your faith in what you most believe in - luffy gets sick . sabo's understandably worried . this ones a top contender for my fav op fic . i think abt this one CONSTANTLY

literally every taizi fic . yes all of them . i have read every single op fic theyve published . they're all bangers . no exceptions . but i will specifically recommend the previous fic , as well as this one , this one , this one , this one , and this one

wish by spirit and if by yes - sabo visits the whitebeards on revolutionary business . also a top contender for my fav op fic . i REALLY love this one the dynamic is SO good

i know you by the state of your hands - time travel shenanigans

breathe - luffy has a nightmare and an ensuing panic attack and law calms him down . they chat . VERY good i really like this one . the sequel is also good its linked on the fic

asl in red - this whole series is insane . it starts as like "shanks adopts ASL !!!" and then it just goes completely off the rails . like god whats going on . its great tho

ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) - luffy sees ghosts !

luffy's law - i dont know whats really going on in this fic but i fuck with it . will be incorporating multiple things from this fic into any modern au i make in the future

whatever you can still betray - ace has GOT to be a marine spy because nothing he says makes any fucking sense . i really love this one its so fun

finally i get to choose what's wrong (and what is right) - listen . 90% of the time i am FIRMLY against genderbending one character and nobody else . but like . im a fan of this one . also makino has a gun

si c'est un âme - your soulmate's first words to you are written on your body . luffy has 9 phrases on his back . i AM in fact a platonic soulmate enjoyer

blood song - post thriller bark zolu ...... ough

on brotherhood - ageswap , luffy is the older brother

code of misconduct - there's a set of written rules on the thousand sunny . VERY silly fic . very fun

hey, let's get lost (along the way) - luffy , ace , nami , and vivi get lost in alabasta . shenanigans ensue

i can't be selfless - garp invites aokiji to dawn island to help convince luffy to be a marine

god's emperor - shanks meets a young god . this was before 1044 actually like damn girl ur ON that shit

how it should have healed - the aftermath of some of luffy's various injuries

seven deadly sins - trafalgar law's new apartment is haunted by exactly seven (7) ghosts

chasing the remnants - sabo accompanies dragon to loguetown

little monsters - usopp and sanji get captured by marines

of dawn and dreams - i could not tell you what this series is about but its mostly shanks and buggy . its good tho

don't bury me with gold - WORLD NOBLE SABO ....... oughhh this one is so good . i think abt it a lot

sun over the horizon - luffy gives his crew some much-needed affection after a battle

take a step in mine - on their way out of marineford , luffy collapses a little bit earlier . it changes some things

spin a yarn - time travel shenanigans . this whole series makes me completely and utterly insane . read it now

over the course of a day - worlds worst roadtrip

greatest gift of all - luffy is 10 years younger than his brothers

two and a half pirates - luffy is 16 years younger than his brothers

unsinkable - the ocean is luffy's mother . ive seen like 3 different fics with this concept but this one is my favourite

three years, give or take - time travel shenanigans , except it's ace this time

hide the knives - after ace joins the whitebeards , shanks drops by for a party

beginning the next dream - time travel shenanigans . there's a reason it's the most kudosed op fic

make a choice (turncoat hero) - garp accidentally becomes a pirate . whoops !

boy with a scar - luffy vanishes after sabo dies and shows up 4 years later with a slave brand . what kind of man would i be if i didnt include boy with a scar . i love this one a lot

in which higuma doesn't get drunk, even though he really, really wants to - time travel shenanigans

sunflowers - genderfluid luffy ....... god i love transgenderism

pain scale - luffy gets injured and nobody realizes for a while , himself included

sibling sympathies - ace and nami have a chat in alabasta

small changes - id summarize this one but tbh i dont super remember what happens in this one i just remember rlly liking it . its a cora lives au i know that . read it anyways

too bright to see - lusan ..............

i'll keep the king (i'll keep him safe) - EXCEPTIONALLY good luffy whump . very good

of scissors and combs - luffy gets a haircut

and heres four gear fifth fics that i like. id summarize them all but i dont really want to so like . just trust me on this one . read em

also thanks for the rec !! ive been meaning to read that one for weeks thanks for giving me an excuse to finally do it . here's the link for anyone who hasn't read it which you should because it's VERY good

[hostilemuppet]

ok so i didn't know who the rabbit was and went through the ragemption (?) tag and i LOVED IT. alexandrite is my favorite!!! but cpuld you explain a bit more about the please 🥺???

i would love to talk about regem it is my beloved brainchild 😈

regemption is the story ive been working on for several years (it turns 5 this june, which is scary to think about!) using a bastardised aesthetisised pop culture interpretation of christian mythology to talk about a lot of things, like morality and the concept of purity. i want to make it a webcomic some day, and it will be split into 5 "books", and an intermission story spread throughout

book 1: current title "heart and soul": follows jonah calinao, a 23 y/o depressed deadbeat who suffers a heart attack and goes to hell. somehow, they bounce back, because modern medicine is amazing, but this is the first time a human has ever seen the stony deep before being revived. satan (mostly referred to as "boss") sends one of her lackeys to "take care of them" and bring them back and thus maintain the natural order. she picks jade (representative of envy, middle of the road when it comes to sinners) who, upon seeing earth for the first time, isnt exactly that keen on going back. so jade makes a deal with jonah: she wont kill them if they at least TRY and get their shit together. which is a pretty cushy deal, all things considered! except jades situationship from hell (in the most literal context) isnt happy that her best-friend-slash-longtime-crush is mingling with the humans. especially when zircon decides that jade and jonah have gotten pretty close 🤔

book 2: "blood and bone": follows isaac bonner, a 25 y/o rich kid dissatisfied with life. when his on-again-off-again (mostly off) girlfriend dies, he considers ending it all, but is interrupted by what he considers divine intervention. it is, of course, from the other place. bloodstone convinces him that killing himself would be such a waste, he should just hand over his soul instead, and let someone with a will to go on take the wheel. initially unconvinced, she shows him all of her plans, why shes on earth and what she plans to do, and it might just be the adrenaline rush he needs to keep on living

book 3: "hope and pray": follows mary santoro, 24 y/o, jonahs ex-roommate (roommate through the first half of book 1. dont worry about it), nicest person youll ever meet. shes always had a passion for music, but passion rarely pays the bills, which she has a lot of. during one of her many dayjobs, she meets a few very odd individuals who are, for some reason, adamant that she has to join their band. even though its not the type of music she likes, they wear her down, and she agrees to at least check em out, but she soon realises that theyre not human, but they need her help. and one thing about mary is she can never turn someone down, no matter how much she wants to

book 4: "flesh and blood": follows jacob bonner (isaacs younger brother) and his best friend levi abraham as they uncover just what isaac had gotten up to the past few months. and why their cellar is suddenly locked up tight, with no key in sight. or why jacob frequently wakes up to screaming, only sometimes his own. or why their "new friend" looks so familiar, and whether levis right not to trust her

book 5: "survive and thrive": everything comes together. the culmination of the previous four books, with an epilogue to deal with anything that wasnt tied up in a neat little bow

intermissions: follow ruby and zebra jasper as they seek violent, glittery revenge on the one who wronged them, aided by pyrite, who jasper just cant seem to convince ruby is bad news

alexandrite is a minor character in book 1 (even though demons dont have families the way we do, alex and jade consider themselves as close to sisters as they can get), a supporting character in book 2, and should be a major character in book 5.

[makur0]

hi, could i request an ibara x gn!reader where ibara has had a long stressful day and so to help him let go, reader has tied him up and fucks him slow and hard? reader being a soft dom and/or service top and ibara having a bit of a hard time giving up control? ibara works so hard and i need to be able to fuck him good enough that his brain is too melted to worry like i need air. thank you so much in advance <3

“Let me take the lead…”

synopsis — it’s going to certainly take some coaxing, but soon enough you’ll have him tied up and enjoying what you give him. [ibara saegusa x gn! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. service dom! reader, sub! ibara, forced submission?, penetration, praise, bondage, ibara being a little shit, mentioned that reader has a cock/strap

author’s note — ngl it feels good coming back to requests after suffering from kinktober lmao (IVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS ABOUT THIS MAN AND IM SO GLAD IM WRITING THIS AT THE PERFECT TIMEEEE)

word count — 1145

“NOT RIGHT NOW, [NAME], I’M BUSY.”

Another day of Ibara and his terrible attitude.

Of course, you couldn’t entirely blame it on him- being the Vice President of his agency and all did throw a lot of work on the male and all.

But you were his lover. He should be a tad bit softer to you, no?

“Do you need anything?” You tried, catching up to him as he walked to his office. “Tea, coffee? Something to eat? What about-”

“Not-” He started with a cold tone, but paused and took a deep breath. “I’m all good, I promise. Thank you, though.”

He quickened his pact to his room, shutting his door as you frowned at his disappearance. Rude much.

But, you really couldn’t do anything about it. After pacing the hallway, trying to think of a solution, you gave up and collapsed on your shared bed, sighing heavily. Not only was he shutting you out for the moment, but you were bored out of your mind. 

I should just go to work tomorrow despite my break-

No. Fuck no, that’s an all time low.

You fussed mindlessly with the sheets, a small pout on your face. You could always call your friends and go out... but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

You wanted- no needed to stay here.

---

Ibara groaned, slouching as he dropped his head on the half-finished paperwork. Stupid him, thinking he can schedule two major events on top of each other. He longed for it to finish it themselves, but there wasn’t such thing. He was glued to his desk until the tedious work was done.

A soft knock on his door caused him to raise his head, fixing his glasses as he turned to your figure entering the room. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you take a break?” You questioned, ignoring the twitch of his eye. “Eat something, or... something.”

The male clenched his jaw, turning back to his work. “I can’t, [name]. I appreciate the effort, but-”

His voice faltered as your cold fingers traced his jawline, your hand cupping his chin as you hovered your head over his shoulder. What...?

“But you’re making me so sad, Ibara,” you said in a singsong voice, your babyish expression reflecting on his computer screen. “I just want to hang out with my beloved, y’know?”

The latter tensed, hands fidgeting with the corner of his papers. “I- I don’t think-”

Ibara jolted, a gasp leaving his lips as he snatched your sneaky hand from his waist, round cyan eyes half-glaring at you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make you relax,” You hummed, a slight chuckle leaving you. “Of course, I can do so much more if you just let me~”

He should shake you off, now. He should reprimand you for bothering him, he should-

He swallowed at your reflection, your eyes staring straight at him with a half-lidded gaze. With is computer being the only light provided in his dark room, your expression looked all the more... tempting.

For once, he was at a loss of words. “I- no, no, I have work... yes, work. L-later-”

His voice died completely in his throat as you slid onto his lap, closing his computer and enveloping the two of you in complete darkness. Immediately he tried to reach for it for a source of light but you yanked his hands back, your own exploring his torso under his dress shirt.

“[name]-!” His retort sounded more like a hissy whine as you pinned his hands, his head throwing back as Ibara felt your lips on the nape of his neck. “Stop-p~!”

“Mmm, no,” You cooed, petting his hair. “I’m merely just helping you out.”

If you could see him clearly, he was now a panting mess, his glasses askew as his attempts to remove you off his lap became less forced. You even felt the bold tent rising from his pants, brushing against you.

After fully riling Ibara up, you pulled away from him, grinning at the rather loud whine of his loss. Because it was pitch black in his room you had to feel around the desk, but you found what you were looking for: his tie.

“Stand up, darling,” You said to him. He immediately jumped out of his seat, judging from the sound of rushed movements, but he was hesitant as he pressed your body flush with yours, his hot breath tickling your chest.

You slid him off of you, making sure he was between you and the desk as you had him bend over. “[name]? W-what-?”

“Let me just take the lead, love,” You pressed a kiss against his back, taking his hands and wrapping his tie around him and the desk lamp. Hopefully it’ll stay firm... “Let me serve you.”

Ibara sighed shakily, resting his head on his desk as you tugged his pants and boxers down, his leaking tip hitting the cold air.

“If only I could see you...” You murmured, palming his ass as you lined up to his hole. “But I feel like you’ll like it better this way.”

Slowly you slid into him, causing the male to jerk and bite his lip harshly, his glasses falling further down his nose. Not until you did this did he realize how much he craved for this. Of course, he should be focusing on his work, but the way you rubbed against his walls had him keeling.

You took on a slow pace despite Ibara being a complete mess, breathy moans leaving you. Every time you pressed your pelvis against your ass you brushed against his prostrate, having the male tense up beautifully.

“Oh god~” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “G-go faster, please-!”

“I don’t want to rush it, darling,” You sang out a response. “I think a nice and slow pace is rather fitting for you.”

And indeed it was, despite Ibara being needy for more. He could feel his worries, work, heck even his strong mental state which he prided in melting away like ice on a hot pan. And it wouldn’t be long before it’s starts boiling.

A strangled moan left Ibara after a hard thrust, his mind spinning as he felt close to his high. He wanted to pleasure himself so badly but you had him restrained... of course he could break out of it, but the way you held him didn’t make him want to.

The sound of crumpling paper and his body jerking against yours told you that he came, rather harshly as that. Unseen, thick rolls of his seed dripped out of his red cock, splattering onto the floor.

You slowed your pace to a stop, opting on grinding against him and leaning forward to card your fingers in his hair. “See, now was that so bad?”

“N-no...”

You smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”

[atom-writings]

Could I request England with a preferably fem but GN otherwise S/O that has pink hair? I dyed my hair natural after pink didn’t agree with a skin condition, I miss it ; ___ ;

(HWS England x Reader) S/O with Pink Hair

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N ANON THAT SUCKS hope u can find a dye that works better for u soon.!!! I love dyed hair ive been dying my hair for 6 years now :3

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Well, aren’t you so unique? Being willing to stand out so much… it’s a courage Arthur admires. 

He’ll think your hair is just so great! You pull it off very nicely… it suits you! It just reflects how cool you are…

At one point in time, he had done just as you have. Back when he was only a tad younger, he had died his hair as well. But of course, his superiors weren’t keen on their representative having a bright green mane though, so it didn’t last very long.

Despite that, he had still learned how to dye hair. So if you ever need him to help you touch up your dye job, he’ll happily oblige. It’s a nice bonding activity after all… very modern.

Although it’s obviously not the only reason, he was most likely initially drawn to you because of it. It reminds him of his punk days… and he’d definitely prefer a more counter-culture significant other.

You jumped in surprise as you suddenly felt Arthur’s hands on your shoulders, interrupting your scrolling. As you settled back down you asked, “What’d you do that for?”

“No reason, my dear.” He responded casually, taking his hands off your shoulders and beginning to run them through your hair. You began to continue perusing through your phone, as he placed himself completely against your back. Slowly, he leaned down, kissing the top of your head.

“Are you looking for something?” You sigh. He leans his head over your shoulder, quickly kissing your cheek as well.

“Nothing, you just look very pretty today, love.” He smiles at the light blush colouring your cheeks.

As you bring your hand up to his face, holding it softly, Arthur asks, “Next time, would you let me have some say in what colour you dye it?”

“You don’t like the pink?”

“I didn’t say that…” he chuckles, “The pink is very nice. But wouldn’t it be fun to match?” 

You can’t help but laugh, “I don’t think anyone but you would like that!”

[canarydarity]

Sooooo, what's your super specific jimmy au based on a historical figure about? 👀

oh you mean the one I am desperately trying to get my brain not to think about because I already HAVE a super niche jimmy au based on a historical figure? I'm so glad you asked <3

Grace Darling was the 22 year old daughter of a lighthouse keeper on the Farne Islands in the UK.

Early in the morning on September 7th 1838, she saw what she believed to be a shipwreck snagged on the rocks of one of the nearby islands. She convinced her father—who thought the idea much too dangerous—to accompany her to the wreck where they managed to save the lives of nine people.

This kind of thing made her INSTANTLY FAMOUS. like she was renowned worldwide for her bravery and empathy for others and for having done this etc. Artists traveled from ALL over to be able to draw portraits of her (people would pay so much money to have one to stick in their wallet. she was THAT famous), she was CONSTANTLY being interviewed by news outlets, Queen Victoria sent her £50!! they wrote each other letters!!!! She received a medal etc.

but grace hated the attention, and she was always saying she'd only done what any person would've and that was all!! she did not deserve nor want a pedestal!!! she asked kindly for it to stop!!! and it :')) did not :')).......

she could not leave her house without being swarmed by people and she was constantly being made to sit for portraits or strangers would beg her for a lock of her hair and it was a LOT! but she felt OBLIGATED to entertain it because it was SUPPOSEDLY well-intentioned!!! she was pressured to go on a tour around the country to speak about that day and her experience and she was SO worn down by the years of attention at this point that on this tour she....contracted tuberculosis and....died. at 26. and this just of course. pushed her even further into the spotlight and now in her death she is this. martyr. further memorialized in the media against her wishes as this hero. and I just. am so so sad for her. and wish she got some peace. she saved the lives of 9 people and she was in a way harassed for it until she,,,,,,,,,,,,

AND I JUST THINK THAT I CAN CANARY CURSE THAT. IN A WAY. MAYBE. I DONT KNOWWW I DONT KNOW. I CAN JIMMY THIS..........

tell me that the idea of Jimmy as a victorian era lighthouse keeper doesnt fucking SLAP. LIKE, im already picturing his wardrobe. UGH! hes so tortured. to me.

its not really an au yet....but it...but my brain is....its trying to make it so....something where i can talk about grace darling and how horribly upset I am about the way she was treated while also fitting jimmy into a victorian lighthouse setting.........................

Dont ask why my first instinct whenever I become obsessed and empathize with a new niche historical figure is to go "can I jimmy them?"

also pay no attention to the way both niche historical figures Ive done this to's stories have revolved around being the center of media storms outside of their control.

if you couldn't tell working at a museum is bad. for me personally. /silly