#room or making nonsensical noises to them for them to feel alright and loved

[hazmatazz]

the worst part of my depression/adhd/whatever is that i love my friends so so much and i want them to be happy but i'm just so tired and anxious and avoidant all the time so i literally cannot respond to Any of them. hell it might not even be my neurodivergency, i had literally One Friend growing up and maybe it's still habit that i can only keep up with one. and i always feel so fucking sad and guilty seeing so many notifications on discord because i love talking to these people, it's just really, really, really hard for me and i'm just so. frustrated

[earlysunshines]

downstairs neighbor

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: in which you party so often that you get another complaint, but this time it's from a very pretty girl that really has you considering shutting the whole function down.

warnings: alcohol and weed mentioned ; readers an asshole at first but danielle is danielle so reader goes through a whole crisis ; yeah they're adorable, basically black cat and golden retriever trope sorry not sorry ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread

a/n: get it because usually it's the upstairs neighbor but i'm quirky so its not... ok nvm ill delete my account i gues ... anyways FIRST DANI FIC UNDER 10K! guys im so in love with her i need to be put into an asylum do u see these pics of her LOOK AT HERR!!! i need to die like rn

danielle has settled in quite alright into her new university. she's moved in with one of her close friends from high school, decorated her side of the room, and all of her professors are oddly sweet--much better than the professors from her old school.

she makes it to the first friday of the semester, deciding to settle in and watch a movie, maybe call her mom and dad later if she doesn't doze off. but when she hears muffled music and disturbing footsteps from downstairs, she pauses the show she's two minutes into and gets out of her bed.

hanni's on the other side of the room completely slumped, her headphones peeking out from the blanket sprawled on top of her with no care in the world as to what is happening downstairs. danielle purses her lips before getting out of bed and slipping the university sweatshirts over her tank top.

she looks back over at hanni, who’s still sleeping, before heading out into the living room area, past the kitchen, and out the door.

when she reaches the floor below, she follows the noise, it gets louder as she steps through the corridors, and then she stops in front of what she suspects is the source of all this disruption before knocking on the door—no response.

“hm.” she mumbles, knocking again in a little pattern—still no response.

before she can knock again, her fist in the air ready to hammer a little harder on the door, it opens.

a girl—probably her age—answers it, eyes narrowed at danielle. she’s slightly taller, but still, danielle feels a little small with how scrutinizing she checks her out. 

“did kazuha invite you? yujin? or was it jungwon?” the girl looks at her with raised brows, expecting an answer with a slightly bothered look. it seems like danielle had interrupted their little… event? whatever event it was, did they really need to have house music being blasted so loudly?

danielle rubs her thumb against her pointer finger, trying to steady her nerves. “oh, no, i um… wasn’t invited,” she says, her voice wavering slightly. the words sound even more pathetic out loud than they did in her head, but there’s no taking them back now. she pushes on, though it feels like her confidence is slipping away with every syllable. “i was just wondering if—well, if you could turn the music down? my roommate is sleeping and it’s just… really disturbing.”

the girl in front of her snickers, a look of disbelief crossing her face as she sizes danielle up. it’s clear she finds the request ridiculous, and danielle feels her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“you know what, this isn’t even my party—hey y/n! come out here!” the girl calls over her shoulder, her tone dismissive as she waves danielle off like she’s someone else’s problem now.

you hear your name being called, and with a sigh, you push yourself up from the couch. the group you were sitting with whines in protest as you leave, but you roll your eyes—they’re all drunk, their complaints nothing more than the amplified nonsense of intoxicated minds.

“what is it, yunjin?” you call out, rubbing your eyes as you approach the entrance, the taste of the cheap beer sakura handed you earlier lingering unpleasantly on your tongue. “what—”

the words die in your throat as you spot the girl standing just inside the doorway. she’s probably, no, definitely new here—new to the party, new to the scene. you’ve never seen someone that makes you stop in your tracks like this. her long eyelashes flutter as she looks up at you, her big brown eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and something else you can’t quite place. she’s dressed in baggy sweats and an oversized university sweater, the logo stretched across her chest in signature block letters. there’s an air of innocence about her, something that feels out of place amidst the environment both of you are in right now.

you take her in, noting how pretty she is—adorable, if you’re going to be honest with yourself. she looks like a lost puppy, especially with those pleading eyes and the subtle bite of her lip—

you push the thought aside, telling yourself it doesn’t matter. you’re just here to deal with whatever minor inconvenience yunjin has decided to dump on you.

“who are you?”

“um, my name is danielle, i live right above.” she has an accent, something strong and similar to that girl yunjin’s been bickering with – was it lily? no, bangchan? hell no, she hates him and his little group. ah, hanni that short girl that came complaining during your second party of freshman year, yunjin still brings her up. 

“right, what do you want?” you ask, sensing yunjin’s departure when you feel her brush against your shoulder. “is there a problem or?”

“well, yeah, kind of…” she’s actually adorable, especially when she avoids your eye contact like that. “it’s kind of loud, you know. i was wondering if you could turn down the volume a bit? there’s a lot of thumping i can hear from above, i can’t imagine how it must be for the downstairs neighbors…”

“you must be new.”

“sorry?”

“you’ll get used to it.” you say simply, poking the inside of your cheek before starting to close the door. “i recommend a pair of some good noise cancelling headphones—and a signature study spot. see you around danielle.”

you feel a strange pang of guilt, something unfamiliar and uncomfortable twisting in your chest. you’ve done this before—brushed off people’s complaints, shut the door on them without a second thought. but there’s something about her that makes you hesitate, something that tugs at you. maybe it’s the way she looked at you, those big brown eyes wide with a mix of hope and desperation, like she was really counting on you to help. you give her one more glance, catching that puppy-dog expression that makes your resolve waver for just a second. but then, before you can think twice, you close the door on her, shutting out the sight of her pleading face.

–

danielle spends the whole night tossing and turning, the faint vibration of the music seeping through the ground and into her restless mind. it’s not loud enough to keep her fully awake, but just persistent enough to keep her from finding any real rest. she considers going back downstairs, maybe trying to have a proper conversation, coming to some kind of compromise. but every time she thinks about it, the memory of how things ended—the snickers, the dismissive attitude—fills her with embarrassment, making her shrink back into her bed.

the next morning, she’s awake before the sun, the lingering fatigue making her body feel heavy and sluggish. still, she forces herself out of bed, the need to talk to someone—anyone—pushing her into action. with a deep breath, she reaches over and starts shaking hanni awake, the clock not even close to ten a.m. on a weekend. hanni groans in protest, burrowing deeper into the blankets, but danielle is relentless, her fingers poking at hanni’s sides until her sleepy roommate finally stirs, blinking up at her with bleary eyes.

“what the hell man? the sun is still rising!”

“what do you know about the downstairs neighbor?”

“w-what?” hanni mumbles, rubbing her eyes as she turns to lay on her back and squint at her roommate. “y/n? is this about her?”

“the girl directly below us—taller, mean, arrogant, tattoo on her arm and wrist, kind of pretty, nice lips, and jawline… ugh! her!”

“that’s y/n, but you’re reaching with the whole kind of pretty part. petty? yeah, more accurate.”

“last night i went down and asked her to–”

“you went to her place? to do what, complain?” 

“yes!” hanni shuts her eyes and sinks her head deeper into the pillow, sighing softly again. her roommate is new, she can’t be harsh, and plus, it’s danielle. 

“dani… the ra is literally in love with her, and y/n uses that so she can party and get high in her fuckass living room.”

“what?”

“danielle, mo dani, please listen.” hanni sits up, blinking hard as she reaches out ot put a hand on her friends shoulder. “you’ll get used to it, you can use my old headphones and i’ll show you my favorite cafe.”

“you’re just going to let this slide?”

“well until y/n stops flirting with jiyoung; there’s nothing we can really do other than cope every friday—and sometimes saturday—night.” hanni explains, flopping onto the bed and returning to fetal position. “can you put the blanket over me, please? i’m tired and cold… please.”

danielle frowns before covering her roommates body with her weighted blanket, sighing before she returns to her bed, laying down and recollecting all her memories from the night before–of you.

—

you’re late. of course you’re late on the second week of classes, as if last weeks twenty minute surprise appearance wasn’t humbling enough. 

as you rush out of your apartment, you’re met with jiyoung standing right by the exit, as if she’s been waiting for you—she probably has. this has happened at least once a week last year. she greets you with her signature smile and a small piece of chocolate, a gesture that would be sweet if you weren’t in such a hurry. you force a smile and mumble a quick thanks, but you know what’s coming next. the compliments, the small talk, the forced out, cliché lines she always uses. it’s all part of her routine, but you really don’t have the time for it today. you need to get to class.

fifteen minutes later, you’re finally free from jiyoung’s conversation, but you’re also running dangerously late. again. you sprint across campus, your heart pounding in your chest as you mentally prepare for the inevitable stares and the professor’s disapproving remarks.

when you finally reach the classroom, you throw the door open a little too forcefully. the room falls silent as heads turn to face you, the sudden interruption catching everyone’s attention. you freeze for a second, cringing at yourself when you’re caught in the spotlight, before the professor’s voice cuts through the silence.

“late on the second week? what was it, kim… no, yang…” he trails off, squinting at you as if trying to remember your name.

you clear your throat, feeling your face heat up. “l/n, l/n y/n,” you correct him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“well, you’re lucky i’ve just started the lecture. please hurry and take a seat, you’ve already made quite the impression.”

“sorry, sir,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration as you scan the room for an empty seat. most of the rows are full, and the weight of all those eyes on you makes your skin prickle with discomfort.

finally, you spot an open seat in the fourth row from the top, right at the edge. you hurry over and drop your bag beside the chair, quickly unzipping it to pull out your laptop. your hands move with practiced speed, signing in and opening a page for notes before setting your bag on the empty seat next to you. you look up, hoping to catch up on what you’ve missed so far. 

and that’s when you see her.

danielle. she’s sitting just two seats away from you, her gaze locked on yours the moment you look up. her big brown eyes, framed by those impossibly long lashes, are full of recognition—and something else you can’t quite place, and why are they sparkling? your jaw tenses as you force yourself to look away, zipping up your bag with a little more force than necessary. three seats. that’s all that separates you from the girl who showed up at your doorstep last friday, the one you dismissed without a second thought. and now here she is, sitting way too close for comfort, her presence making the air around you feel heavier.

of course you blindly chose the spot next to her. the new girl who filed a complaint, only to have the door shut on her. it’s just your luck.

you catch her in your peripheral staring at you for a few more seconds before she redirects her attention towards the professor. you let out a breath of relief, now you just have to get through the next hour and fifty minutes near the cute girl you were an ass to.

–

as soon as the class ends, you’re out the door without sparing a glance at danielle. she watches you hurry out, noticing how you started packing up your things five minutes before class was even dismissed. it’s like you couldn’t wait to get away.

you make your way to the engineering building, where you know your roommate yunjin’s class ended a bit earlier. when you spot her in the lobby, you walk up with a bothered look on your face.

“good morning…?” yunjin greets you, her smirk showing she’s amused by your expression.

“you won’t believe who’s in my sociology class,” you say, still reeling from the encounter.

“everyone takes sociology, even the finance freaks,” she replies, shrugging as if it’s not a big deal.

“nevermind.” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “whatever, let’s grab a bite. i’m hungry.”

“you always are,” yunjin chuckles, stepping beside you.

the two of you end up at your favorite local thai place, sharing a large bowl of fried rice. it’s a familiar routine—since freshman year, you’ve known one bowl is more than enough to satisfy both of you. the memory of that first time, half-drunk and thinking the portions would be small, makes you smile despite your lingering annoyance.

as you chew on your second bite, glancing at a notification on your phone, yunjin’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “so, who’s in your sociology class?”

“danielle,” you reply, not looking up from your phone.

“who?”

“the girl from friday.”

yunjin frowns, trying to recall. “at our party? there wasn’t anyone i didn’t know–”

“no, no. the girl you made me deal with. she knocked on the door—big eyes, long lashes.”

“oh, her,” yunjin hums, finally understanding. “what about her?”

“i closed the door on her that night after she complained or whatever. i didn’t think much of it, but then i was late to class because jiyoung wanted to talk to me, and i picked a random spot… turns out it was three fucking seats away from her—danielle.”

yunjin laughs, thankfully before she can take another bite of rice. “seriously?”

“shut up.”

“that’s hilarious. you think she’s going to give you shit?”

“i mean,” you poke at your rice, hesitating, “she doesn’t seem like she will…”

but even as you say it, the thought nags at you. danielle doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge—polite and sweet even when you were being arrogant—almost too good to be true. she looks like she belongs in a fairy tale, with her princess-like appearance and demeanor. meanwhile, you feel like the ugly villain in her story, lurking under the bridge, ready to cast a spell or something like that. the more you think about it, the more ridiculous it seems.

“then you’ll be fine, you were fine shutting the door on her anyway.”

you were fine, but that version of you was under the influence of cheap beer and too focused on going back to your conversation than dealing with someone’s complaint—even if it were from danielle.

“i guess.”

–

the next time you host a party, the volume’s turned down by two notches. you tell yourself it’s because yunjin’s been saying “huh?” to you more often, but deep down, you know that’s not the real reason.

you’ve also decided to stick with one can of beer instead of three. even yujin seemed surprised when you declined the second. 

these parties used to be at jake’s place, but he argued they should be at yours since the ra is madly in love with you, and your place is slightly bigger. you were against it at first, but socializing never hurt, and it made you happy to see others happy. you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the occasional expensive drink that someone brought when their paycheck had been a bit fatter that week.

now, you’re leaning against the counter while minji rummages through a cupboard, searching for spare plastic cups. you take a sip from your sprite—the second can of the night, and surprisingly, neither has been alcoholic (you don’t count the bitter can of beer, it’s only five percent alcohol). yunjin’s voice cuts through the music just loud enough for you to hear, “you think that girl will show up again? give you shit?”

“i’d hope not.” you pretend it’s a truthful statement, your tone firm, a little snarky, and a bit confident, but there’s a small part of you that hopes she does. you catch yourself imagining her showing up in her oversized sleepwear again, her eyes wide, her voice so soft and sweet it makes your chest tighten a little. 

“and if she does?”

“i’ll shut her out again.”

“and if you show up late, then sit three seats away from her again?”

“ignorance.” you sip on your sprite again, licking your lips to savor something that actually satisfies your tastebuds. 

“you’re good at that.”

“aw, thanks.” you say bitterly, hearing yunjin snicker as she tears open a new pack of red plastic cups. “asshat.”

your orange-haired roommate leans against the counter across from you, then says, “i think jungwon brought penjamin.” his infamous pen, the one you took way too many hits of last time that it had you seeing the stars. 

“not again, i don’t trust myself.”

she laughs at you again, “i don’t trust you either, let’s stick with a hit or two instead of five.”

“and you need to stick with a few drinks instead of passing out on the floor again. you’re lucky you were leaning against the couch.”

“womp womp.” you can’t believe her, what an idiot.

“say that again when you wake up with your legs in the fucking blinds, or something. i still don’t know how you don’t have liver damage, and doesn’t that affect your performance on the court?”

“conditioned to drink and score three’s.”

“whatever.” you sigh, then hear a few knocks from the door.

yunjin raises her brows, then chuckles, “hey, it’s your lovergirl.”

“she’s not my— ugh. be right back.” 

lovergirl, yunjin is going to wake up upside down in her closet if she keeps it up. there’s no chance that she’s attracted to you in the slightest, not with your first impressions. the thought makes you a little dissapointed, but you shake your head, you’re being ridiculous again. 

you shake the thought away, forcing yourself to focus getting to your door and not tripping on the shoe that had been blindlessly kicked off. there’s a quiet anticipation simmering beneath your calm exterior as the music gets more faint in your ears. you tell yourself you’re being stupid, but the truth is harder to ignore—there’s a part of you that wants her to be at the door, even if it’s just to scold you again.

you open the door, and there she is—miss lovergirl herself.

“another party?” she asks, her tone light, almost teasing.

“are you going to tell me to shut the whole thing down? still haven't invested in headphones, have you?”

“actually, i wasn’t going to—the shutting down part, i have headphones being delivered tomorrow.” she replies, smiling. maybe your brows furrow, just a little. “but the music is a little quieter, that i noticed, so maybe my efforts did pay off.” she pauses, then adds, “anyway, my roommate told me there’s no getting through to you about these parties. so, i came here to give you this.” 

she holds out a keychain with a cardholder attached, and you see a picture inside—a photo of you and your little brother at your high school graduation. he’s about twelve in the picture, braces on and cheeks still chubby. it’s one of your favorite photos, and your eyes widen as you take it from her slowly, almost carefully.

“where’d you get this?” you ask, voice a bit more cautious than you intended.

“you dropped it under your seat last lecture. seemed like you were in such a rush to leave, or to avoid me…?” she tilts her head, batting those impossibly long lashes.

you realize she’s not in her sleepwear this time. she’s dressed in everyday clothes—a zip-up over a fitted white shirt, jeans, and some well-worn sneakers. a nike cap sits snugly on her head, her long, wavy hair flowing down in a way that makes you look twice. she’s wearing light makeup, and it strikes you for the first time how nice her lips are, and—

“um, thanks,” you mutter.

“it’s no problem.”

“are you going to ask me to turn the volume down now?” 

she shakes her head, adjusting the backpack slipping down her shoulder. “no, but i'd appreciate it. you’ve already made baby steps.”

if it had been anyone else saying that, you’d have rolled your eyes, maybe even scoffed in their face. but there’s something about the way danielle says it—so genuinely, so kindly—that catches you off guard. you’re used to sharp words and snide remarks, not this… breath of fresh air, this three a.m. glass of water in the form of a person.

“right, okay,” you manage to say.

“well, i'll get going then. my roommate’s friend is coming over to watch a movie with us, so we’d appreciate it if you could maybe turn it down. but, that’s up to you, mate.” 

“oh, okay, yeah.” you feel like you’re melting into a puddle. what is going on with you? “i’ll see what i can do.”

“night then.”

“night?”

she walks off, your eyes follow her until she reacehs the end of the hall. it was the most casual encounter you’ve ever had in a bit, and yet, it felt like so much more. 

–

haerin sits back, watching without a word as hanni and minji bicker over the remote, their voices rising slightly above the hum of the tv. hanni has her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a scowl forming when minji suggests yet another sappy romance. haerin half expects them to start wrestling for control, but just before the tension hits a breaking point, the sound of the door lock twisting stops them. both heads turn to see danielle stepping inside, her hand raised in a small wave, a polite smile on her lips.

“sorry i’m late,” danielle apologizes.

“you’re good,” hanni replies, running her fingers through her hair to fix it. “movie time? can you choose, please…”

“yeah! let me get changed first, okay?”

“okay, okay, but hurry or else minji’s gonna have my limbs cut off or something. and we both know haerin would rather watch than save either of us.” hanni jokes, drawing a chuckle from haerin and a playful glare from minji. 

a few minutes later, danielle is back in an old t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. she drops herself right between hanni and minji, effectively acting as a buffer. she grabs the remote, settling under the blanket as her legs casually stretch across hanni's lap.

“where were you, by the way?” hanni asks, feeling danielle’s legs settle more comfortably over her own. “if the bus was late, you could’ve called.”

“my bus came early. i just stopped by y/n’s,” danielle replies casually.

minji’s head snaps toward danielle so fast it’s a wonder she doesn’t get whiplash. haerin even lets out a small gasp of “what?”

“y/n? you mean l/n y/n?” minji echoes, her tone filled with disbelief. “you went to her place?”

danielle nods. “she dropped something in the class we have together, so i returned it.”

“and she didn’t bite your head off?” minji asks, eyes wide. “you’re really something, danielle.”

danielle just laughs softly, her fingers scrolling through the endless netflix catalog in search of a movie they all might actually agree on. she seems unfazed by the shock that mentioning your name has caused, a slight smile playing on her lips. she can’t quite understand the big deal. you’ve been… normal, for the most part—pretty normal, actually, in the three times she’s spoken to you.

“she’s really not that bad,” danielle shrugs, finally stopping on a rom-com that catches her eye. “i can fix her.”

“you can what?” hanni swivels her head toward danielle, eyes wide in disbelief.

“what?” danielle grins. “she doesn’t bite.”

“well, her friend yunjin does,” hanni mutters, thinking back to the group project from hell with yunjin, who’d spent every meeting hungover and useless. “she’s probably just like the people she hangs out with.”

“no, i bet she’s nicer deep down.”

“you’re too pure for this world,” minji murmurs, feeling danielle’s head lean on her shoulder. “she’s got a bad reputation, you know.”

“well, she turned the volume down for us,” danielle insists.

“she did?” hanni raises an eyebrow, surprised.

“yeah, just before i visited her. i told her we’d be having a movie night and said i’d appreciate it if she toned it down a bit. now we can barely feel the bass.”

hanni thinks for a moment. maybe the music is a bit quieter, but she’s gotten so used to it, she barely notices the difference. minji and haerin, on the other hand, don't deal with the noise often—haerin lives with her parents, and minji’s dorm is on the other wing.

danielle presses play, and the conversation shifts. they all settle in, pushing the topic of you, the downstairs neighbor, out of their minds as they focus on the opening scenes of the movie.

hanni leans into haerin, a smile on her lips as her legs tangle with danielle’s. “you’re so interesting, man,” she mutters, half-amused, half-bewildered.

–

there aren't any assigned seats—it's university, for crying out loud. still, you find yourself three seats away from danielle again, like last time, pretending not to notice her as you settle in, determined not to drop anything today. you set your things down carefully, opening up your laptop and pulling out your ipad, keeping your eyes firmly on the screen.

out of the corner of her eye, danielle watches you fumble with the apple pen, spinning it between your ring and middle finger. she sees it slip from your grip and clatter to the floor beside you. you let out a soft sigh, standing to retrieve it, making your way down two rows. when you straighten up and head back, you catch danielle trying to hide a smile, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, a little defensive.

“your pen-spinning skills,” danielle says, turning fully toward you with that same amused smile. “slippery fingers?”

“shouldn’t you be reviewing before the lecture?”

“i usually get here fifteen minutes early,” she replies, still grinning. “i’ve already done that.”

“whatever.” you drop back into your seat, tapping away at your keyboard as the professor approaches the front, fiddling with the hdmi cable. you open your notes app, trying to ignore the way danielle’s laughter still lingers in the air.

“you know i don’t bite, right?” her voice breaks your focus.

“what?”

she nods at the empty seats between you. “you’re sitting pretty far… come sit next to me.”

“i’m not getting up. my stuff’s already out.”

danielle rolls her eyes, moving the desk platform in front of her as she stands, gathering her things without a second thought, and before you know it, she’s dropping into the seat beside you. you weren’t expecting that—her choosing to sit next to you so boldly. but there she is, right next to you, with that grin stretching across her face as she adjusts her notebook.

“there, lazy bum,” she teases, her tone light, eyes flicking back to the professor as he sets up the projection.

you find yourself staring, caught off guard by how close she is. she smells sweet—like cherries, with a mix of amber and jasmine. you quickly shift your gaze back to your laptop, opening your calendar and planner and, almost instinctively, the tab with the jacket you’ve been eyeing for weeks.

when you steal another glance at danielle, she’s put on a pair of glasses. stupid, adorable glasses that make her look even cuter—something you didn’t think was possible. 

you can’t help the small grin that creeps onto your face as you focus back on the slides on the big screen, but your mind is still partially with her, sitting beside you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin.

—

for the next month, sociology becomes your favorite class—not because of the subject, but because it means you get almost two hours near danielle. she’s just as sweet as she looks, always greeting you with a warm smile and tossing out casual small talk that somehow feels more personal every time. she compliments you now and then, little things like “your hair looks nice today” or “i like your shoes,” which leaves you more flustered than you’d care to admit. soon enough, it's routine—you both leave class together, walking side by side until you reach the main lobby of the science building. danielle always waves goodbye with that bright smile, her eyes sparkling, even when the sky is overcast. you smile back, feeling a little bashful, but somehow, it feels right.

sometimes, you even meet up at the entrance of your little dorm complex to head to class together. danielle's just a floor above, so you run into her in the elevator sometimes too. there’s something about her—something so effortlessly charming and magnetic. it’s like she’s a light, and you’re a moth, drawn into her presence without even realizing it.

what you don’t realize is that jiyoung, your ra, has noticed these little interactions. she catches glimpses now and then, her curiosity piqued.

after another class ends, you wave goodbye to danielle, planning to meet up with yunjin, but before you can leave, jiyoung intercepts you. 

"hey, didn’t see you this morning,” she says, her tone casual but her eyes narrowing slightly. “i haven’t been seeing you around as much, actually."

"oh, yeah… i’ve been…” you start, your gaze flicking past her to danielle, who’s almost out of the building. jiyoung looks in the same direction to see danielle as well, her brows furrow just a bit. you continue, “um, spending more time with this girl in my sociology class."

"right, danielle? she’s on the floor above you, right?”

“yeah…”

“hm,” jiyoung murmurs, more to herself than to you. “you’ve been spending a lot of time with her, haven’t you?”

“i mean, yeah. she’s nice and—why does it matter?”

“you’re not into her, are you?”

the question catches you off guard, like a punch you didn’t see coming. you stare at jiyoung like she’s lost her mind. “w-what? n-no, no, she’s just— you know, we’re friends. we’re friendly.”

“nothing more, right?”

“i mean, no, but even if it were… why does it matter to you?”

jiyoung’s gaze drops to the floor, and she mumbles, “i don’t know? i mean, you said you didn’t even want to date.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose, exhaling in frustration. “look, i’ve got to meet up with yunjin. i’ll see you around, okay?”

you turn to leave, but jiyoung’s soft scoff stops you in your tracks. she hesitates for a moment before speaking again.

“by the way,” she says, her tone light but pointed. you turn your head slightly, just enough for her to see the edge of your expression. “you can’t party this weekend. there’s been an increase in complaints.”

you pivot to face her fully, opening your mouth to argue but then closing it again. you bite the inside of your lip, letting the frustration simmer before you finally nod, muttering a resigned, “fine.”

jiyoung watches you, her expression unreadable, as you walk away, but you don’t look back. the weekend suddenly feels a lot quieter than you planned.

—

even if you’d wanted to party, it wouldn't have been an option. yunjin’s gone home for the weekend to help her sister, and you’re stuck in your dorm, feeling sicker than you’ve ever felt.

the day started off fine, just a light headache that you shrugged off. but somewhere between the gym and a quick grocery run, everything went downhill. by the time you made it back to your place, it felt like your body had been run over by a truck. your head throbbed, every limb ached, and a wave of dizziness nearly had you collapsing against the wall as soon as you stepped inside.

you barely made it to the kitchen, dropping the paper bag of groceries onto the counter before stumbling toward your bedroom. the cold hit you like a slap to the face, making you shiver uncontrollably. you rummaged through your closet for the thickest sweatshirt and sweatpants you could find, pulling them on with shaky hands. 

you didn’t even think to check your temperature; the pounding in your head and the chills wracking your body were enough to know you were in trouble. grabbing two ibuprofen from the drawer, you swallowed them dry with a couple of forced gulps of water, then collapsed onto your bed. 

you pulled the covers around you, but they did little to stop the violent shivers. your teeth chattered, and you curled in on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as if that would somehow keep the cold at bay. every breath felt heavy, every blink longer than the last, until finally, exhaustion pulled you under.

—

the music is noticeably quieter these days, sparing your hearing and everyone else a floor above or below you. really, it’s all danielle's doing. she's somehow found your weakness—those soft, pleading eyes and that gentle voice asking you to turn it down. it’s a saturday night, and normally she’d hear the faint beats of charli xcx or troye sivan vibrating up through the floor, but tonight there’s nothing. 

danielle seems to be the only one in her shared dorm—and probably the whole building—who feels unsettled by the lack of music. the silence is almost unnerving. 

“finally, i can take a nap without those headphones on,” hanni sighs, dropping face-first onto her bed like a log. 

danielle, leaning against her bedframe, bites her lip. “don’t you think it’s weird though? no party tonight?”

“weird? dani, this is a miracle,” hanni mumbles, already half-asleep. “it’s been months since she hasn’t partied, and that was only because we were all gone during summer break.”

but as hanni's breathing evens out and she drifts off, danielle’s frown deepens. it is weird. you’ve never missed a saturday night. she doesn’t even have your number to text and check if everything’s alright.

minutes pass, and her mind races with possibilities—maybe you’re just tired, or busy with something else, or… sick? before she knows it, danielle is up and moving, driven by a strange concern she doesn’t fully understand. she tucks hanni in properly, pulling the blanket up over her instead of letting it dangle off the bed. 

once she's sure hanni is comfortable, she heads for the door, slipping on her slides and grabbing her key. she feels a small surge of determination as she steps into the hallway. if something’s wrong, she needs to know. danielle isn’t sure what she’ll find out, but she's already halfway down the hall, her feet carrying her to your place almost on their own.

she gets to your door quickly, fixing her hair because you’re somehow the only person who makes her feel the need to fuss over her appearance. 

danielle knocks twice, softly at first, just enough to be heard over normal conversation, but there's no answer. she waits, listening for any sound from inside, even from your orange-haired roommate—but nothing. she knocks again, a little louder this time, about the same level as when you party. still nothing. 

determined, she finally bangs on the door with all her might and shouts, "y/n! hello?" her voice echoes in the hallway, and a few curious heads peek out from behind their own doors, wondering what’s going on.

there's a long moment of silence before she hears a faint, “coming! coming...” it sounds like you, but groggier, almost as if the sound is muffled by the door between you two.

danielle waits, her heart pounding in her chest, until the door opens just a crack, and you peek out, looking utterly exhausted. 

“y/n?”

“w-what, what...” you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper, and slightly slurred, like you’ve been asleep for days. "who— danielle? what are you doing here? there's no party," you mutter, breathing heavily like you’ve just run a mile. "you don’t have to… have to yell at me."

“i’m not here to yell at you, i never yell at you, silly," danielle says softly, a small smile on her face. "can i come in?”

you hum in agreement, and she pushes the door open further, stepping inside. 

the apartment is dimly lit, with only the glow from the streetlights outside and a small lamp in the living room. danielle’s eyes dart around—she’s never actually been inside before, just caught glimpses through the doorway during those parties. it’s surprisingly clean, smelling of lavender and fresh laundry instead of the stale beer or weed she expected. 

you stumble forward, catching yourself on the kitchen counter, your legs shaky and unsteady. 

danielle rushes over, her hand reaching for your arm. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah, i’m fine," you mumble, but your voice is rough, strained. 

she flicks on a light, and you wince, shielding your eyes with the back of your hand. danielle guides you to the couch, sitting you down gently. you slump back into the cushions, and she takes a closer look—your hair is stuck to your forehead, cheeks rosy, and there’s a dullness in your usually sharp eyes.

without thinking, she presses the back of her hand to your forehead, feeling the intense heat radiating from your skin. “you’re burning up,” she says softly, concern etched in her voice. “how long have you been like this?”

“i– i don’t know… i’m so tired…” you murmur, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“let’s get you to your bed,” danielle suggests. “can you show me?”

you nod weakly, and she helps you to your feet. you sway slightly, leaning heavily on her as she tries to steady you. you’re taller, heavier, and she’s not exactly built for this—but she does her best, slipping an arm around your waist to support you.

your head drops forward, and you breathe slowly against her shoulder. danielle's heart races as she feels the warmth of your breath, and when you look up, your faces are inches apart, close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off you. her cheeks warm up, she wonders if your fever is contagious.

but she shakes it off, tightening her grip on you. “come on,” she whispers. “let’s get you to bed.”

you lead her to your room, and she’s a little surprised by how tidy it is. the walls are painted in soft, earthy tones, the furniture minimalistic and neatly arranged. polaroids and film photos cover the walls, snapshots of you and your friends, some of family, too. there’s a warmth to it, a sense of calm that she hadn’t expected. she notices a movie poster above your bed—something she doesn’t recognize. you collapse onto the bed immediately, curling up into a tight ball, yanking the nearest blanket over you with a groan.

danielle watches you for a moment, then quietly slips out of the room. you lie there, thoughts buzzing in your foggy mind. how did she know you were sick? why is she here? did she come just for you? did you forget something? but the craziest thought of all is that danielle is in your apartment, just the two of you. the realization sends a tiny thrill through your chest.

she returns a few minutes later, carrying a bowl, a bottle of medicine, and a thermometer. she sits beside you on the edge of the bed, nudging you over gently so you're lying flat on your back, your tired eyes meeting hers. she sets the bowl beside you and slides the thermometer into your mouth. you stare at her, feeling a bit dazed, and she offers a small, reassuring smile.

when it beeps, she pulls it out and checks the screen, her brow furrowing slightly. “you’ve got a fever, it’s pretty high,” she murmurs, setting the thermometer down and reaching for a water bottle. “i kind of went through your place to find this, i hope that’s okay.”

you nod weakly, letting her help you sit up on your elbows. she presses the bottle to your lips, and you sip slowly, a few drops spilling out and dribbling down your chin. you reach up, embarrassed, to wipe them away, but danielle just grins at you gently, wiping them with her sleeve.

she places the bottle down and dips her hand into the bowl. you lie back, too tired to care, hearing the soft sound of water being wrung out. then, without warning, she presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, and you wince at the sudden chill, a small whine escaping your lips. danielle clicks her tongue softly, using her thumb to swipe a stray drop of water away from the corner of your eye. 

“i know it’s cold, but it’ll help bring your fever down,” she explains gently.

you feel her hand slide down, and suddenly her fingers are wrapped around yours. her thumb brushes over your knuckles in slow, soothing circles, and you let out a shaky breath, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. you hum softly, the tension easing out of your body.

"is it okay if i stay for a bit?" she asks quietly. "i don't want you to be alone, but this is your place, after all."

“p-please,” you whisper, gripping her hand tighter, needing the comfort. “please stay.”

she smiles warmly, nodding, and you feel the weight of her presence, steady and calming, beside you. “i’ll stay close then,” she promises softly. “don’t worry.”

—

you wake up with a low groan, feeling like you’ve just been hit by a bus. every muscle in your body aches, and your head throbs just a bit. blinking against the dim light filtering through the blinds, you sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you look around, trying to get your bearings. 

your gaze falls on the bowl of water beside the bed, with two rags soaking in it, and the thermometer resting on the edge. memories from before you passed out come flooding back, and your cheeks heat up at the thought of danielle sitting by your side, taking care of you. your heart does a little flip at the memory, and you shake your head, trying to steady your thoughts.

there’s no sign of her in your room. she’s not in your bed, and you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. honestly, if you had woken up to find her next to you, you’re pretty sure your heart would’ve just exploded right then and there. 

with a bit more urgency than necessary, you get up and make your way to the living room. your steps are quiet as you peek around the corner, and there she is, curled up on the couch. she’s asleep, head resting on a pillow, her zip-up hoodie pulled over her legs like a makeshift blanket. the sight tugs at something in your chest, a mix of guilt and gratitude. she stayed the whole night.

you hurry back to your room, grabbing another blanket from your bed, and return to her side. you drape it over her carefully, making sure not to wake her. danielle shifts slightly, mumbling something you can’t quite make out. her face softens in sleep, and you find yourself smiling without meaning to. 

the morning light slips through the blinds, casting a warm glow across her face, illuminating the soft curve of her cheek, the way her lashes fan out against her skin. she looks peaceful, so pretty in the soft light, and you let yourself enjoy the sight for just a moment longer than you probably should.

you let out a small sigh and decide to leave her be, tiptoeing away quietly. but as you move, you can’t help but glance back one last time, her serene expression etched into your memory. then, feeling a strange mix of comfort and nerves, you head to your room to get yourself ready.

— 

danielle wakes up only thirty minutes after you, sitting up a minute after she’s blinked herself awake. she sits up and catches you on the floor by the coffee table, knees drawn to your chest, a bowl of fruit and two pieces of toast in front of you. her vision clears, and she catches you popping a blueberry into your mouth, scrolling absently through your phone.

"good morning..." she mutters, stretching and rubbing her eyes.

you turn at the sound of her voice, surprised to see her up already. she's quicker at waking up than you; you would have stayed in bed for another ten minutes at least, but the pounding in your head forced you up earlier. "hey, i didn’t think you’d stay the whole night."

“i just wanted to make sure you were alright," she explains, moving to sit next to you, mirroring your posture, knees tucked in. "i checked in on you during the night to change the rag on your head and everything, seems like you’re back to normal.”

“you didn’t have to, danielle,” you say, feeling a wave of gratitude mixed with embarrassment.

“but i wanted to.” she shrugs lightly, her eyes softening as she looks at you. “how are you feeling?”

“i took two advils before brushing my teeth," you say with a small smile. "feeling pretty great now.”

“i’m glad. your fever was pretty high.”

“was it?” you raise an eyebrow, grabbing a piece of strawberry and popping it into your mouth.

“yeah.” she picks a piece of kiwi from the bowl and eats it. “i was worried.”

you turn your head, meeting her gaze directly. her eyes look a bit tired, her face bare of makeup, but she still looks good—so natural, so effortlessly beautiful. a thought crosses your mind: you owe her for this, for being so kind and caring when she didn’t have to be.

";ast night i didn’t hear any loud noises from downstairs," danielle continues, “there wasn’t a party going on, and i got a little concerned.”

you chuckle, setting your phone aside, resting your cheek against your knee. “so you came because… there wasn’t a party?”

“it was pretty suspicious,” she insists with a playful grin. “then you opened the door looking like you’d just fought a bear, stumbling around. it was kind of funny, and cute.”

her compliment catches you off guard. you turn away quickly, pretending to be more interested in the fruit than you are. "thank you, danielle," you mumble. "i owe you."

“it’s nothing,” she says softly. "as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters." her words feel like a direct hit to your heart, it’s as if cupid had a gun instead of a bow and shot you right in the chest, making you feel strangely warm and fluttery inside.

“you’re so… hey, what about your roommate? isn't she wondering where you are?”

“oh, hanni,” danielle giggles, checking her phone for any messages but finding none. “she was passed out before i left last night. it's not even ten yet, so she’s probably still asleep.” she stands up, and you rise with her, feeling a slight pang of disappointment. “but i should go check on her, and fix myself up. i probably look like a mess right now.”

you look perfect. it almost lips right off your tongue, but you manage to shut your mouth.

you lead her to the door, wishing she could stay a bit longer, just a little while more. “of course,” you say, feeling a knot tighten in your chest. “thank you again for everything.”

danielle places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “it’s nothing,” she says warmly. “i’ll see you around.”

you open the door, watching her step outside, but she turns back, hesitating. before she can say anything else, you speak first. "hey, danielle?"

“yes?”

“are you free later?”

“i’m free all day,” she replies, though she adds, “but i might run errands with hanni.”

“right, well.” you play with your hair nervously. danielle tilts her head, noticing the shift in your demeanor. “you should come over tonight. i’ll cook you dinner—to repay you, of course.”

she chuckles, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “that’s quite intimate,” she teases. “is this your way of asking me out?”

“uh—” your heart races, but you nod, swallowing hard. “yes. and i'd hope your way of accepting is… coming over around six?”

danielle's smile widens, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’ll see you then, as long as you’re not sick again.”

“i’d count on that if it meant having you take care of me again.”

she glances away, hiding a smile, and you catch sight of the tiny moles on her face. "you're really good at this," she says softly.

“i’m really not,” you admit, “but it’s you, so i thought i’d try a little harder.”

she rolls her eyes playfully, then steps closer and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. your skin heats up instantly, heart racing faster than before. she pulls back with a grin, waving as she says, “see you tonight, six p.m.!”

“see you…” you reply, still stunned as you watch her walk down the hall. she glances back twice, each time your smiles mirroring and growing wider.

you wonder if you should cut down on the weekly parties, maybe dedicate more time to being with her. but that might be getting ahead of yourself. for now, all you know is that you have to prepare the best dinner ever tonight—something that might just earn you another kiss, maybe on the lips this time.

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

I’m loving all your fics so much, could I ask for a platonic Yandere strawhat crew with trainee CP9 reader, who knows how bad they are but can’t leave? (Maybe slight Yandere CP9 as well)

Mission~

Warning:Cursing/Possessive behavior/Vulgar Language!~

“Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!”

You cursed, clutching the ringing transponder snail in your hands, holding it down to your best ability to not let any of the sound get out.

How in hell did you even find yourself in this situation?!

This was your first solo mission and somehow, some way, you ended up onboard the Strawhats ship. Literally the enemy of the government? And your whole group! You already knew for a fact that Rob Lucci would be on your ass for one, not picking up immediately and two, being so reckless that you ended up being a ‘guest’ on the agency your training for worst enemy!

Dread soon washed over you as you heard a knock on the door..

You were in the storage room, luckily making them buy an excuse that you lost something in there..

This was the first time in weeks those god forsaken pirates have let you out of their sight so you were trying to savor you time as much as you could.

A more persistent knock on the wooden door of the storage room on the ship caught you to zone back into this situation. Biting your lip, goosebumps slowly arose on your arms from that deep, masculine voice with a undertone of something you couldn’t comprehend that spoke from outside the room.

“Hey Y/N?..you’ve been in their for a while. What are You getting anyway? Do you need my help to come find it..?” The door knob slightly jiggled, causing you stiffen and stuff the still dinging transponder snail under whatever you could find.

“..Why the hell is the door locked Y/N? Open it!.. and what’s that ringing noise in there..?..!”

Zoro Said, his voice now laced with utter annoyance. You took a deep breath, glancing around the room for a second to figure out how you could calm this green haired swordsman down.

Putting on the sweetest voice you could manage, you now locked your eyes on the wooden door before you.

“Oh no zoro im fine I swear! It’s just the thing I lost is uh..personal, yeah!”

You said, nodding right yourself in hopes he would take your lousy excuse for an excuse and go back to the crew. There was a pause, a pause that made you swear you could just feel his eyes boring into that wooden door, right where you were currently.

“Okay..just hurry up alright? Sanji Said dinner is almost ready..”

His voice sounded more calmer but a little like a grumble. You sighed in relief and nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Right..I’ll be there in a few.”

And with that, his footsteps slowly echoed away through the deck. Letting out a soft sigh in relief, you paused for a moment yourself. Taking notice of your surroundings. The chest nut wooden doors and walls..the random items and tools in piles of boxes..

How did you get into this again?..

Oh right..you wanted to be part of CP9 so you took any mission you could get and somehow ended up here..

Ring-Ring

Ring-Ring

Ring-Ring

Ring-Ring

Ring-Ring

Oh fuck..

With trembling hands, you slowly picked up the line on the transponder snail to be met with a chilling cold, calm and almost venomous voice. Shivers ran down your spine as you could already tell you had awoken the strangely possessive and scary side of the CP9 crew you knew.

“Y/N...where the hell are you? I’ve been calling you for only god knows how long.”

You could already tell he was dissatisfied and maybe even scowling..

“Is that Y/N?? She’s okay?”

Kalifa’s worried voice made Rob Lucci sigh loudly.

“Yes. They’re on the call right now but they haven’t spoken yet..”

“Y/N! Where have you been?! We’ve been so worried! You’re not even an official member and you just-”

“Kalifa, calm down. I’m sure they have a good explanation to all of this nonsense..right?”

A gruff voice then came from the snail and couldn’t help but groan. That was Jabra and knowing him, he was probably pissed as well but didn’t want to say it.

“Uh well, I’ve been um..”

How were you going to tell them you’ve been hanging out with their worst enemies?! The ones that got in the way of their job and took them and the world government on?!

“It’s just I may have gotten stranded. On a island but now I’m staying with some nice..people who offered to take me home! Where are you guys currently so I can tell them exactly..?”

You said, trying to change the topic. You wished you had the balls to tell the crew the location to drop you off..

“Didn’t we already tell you? You really have a bad memory Y/N, you know that?”

Kaku’s voice echoed on the transponder snail and your heart did a flip. Were they all there just to lecture you?!

But to set stuff aside, they told you the location and gave a very vicious warning to hurry back soon and to not let it happen again. Most of the conversation you nodded and gave an occasional ‘mhm!’ to not risk any more anger.

After you hung up, or rather after they hung up on you, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

Looking around for a thing that would be the object you quote on quote ‘lost’ you found a random notepad. Taking a deep breath, you opened the storage room door, letting the afternoon breeze hit you.

Feeling at peace for a moment you closed your eyes and shut the door, only to be met by feminine and soft like hands springing from the ground and trapping you in a tight, tight embrace.

.

.

.

.

.

Your body tingled as the sensation of hands sprouting from the ground, one could only mean one thing, it was Robin doing it and two, you had been caught in the clutches of one of the smartest straw hats on board and you had to tell her what you were doing in there and why.

Letting out a nervous chuckle, you turned to the black hair woman only a few feet from you.

“O-Oh hey Robin! You caught me off guard there heh..”

She chuckled softly, her voice smooth and almost calming. Just by the look in her eye, you could tell she was calculating in her mind. Studying and observing you..just like she always did.

“Well I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to scare you there..I just got a little carried away since you were in that storage room…looking for something was it?..did you find it?..”

Her voice now laced with suspicion, she locked her deep blue eyes into yours, an almost challenging stare.

“Oh yeah..! It was an notepad..I just love keep track of things you know..?”

She let out a relaxed hum as an understanding and you held back the urge to sigh heavily in relief. She would probably take a hint on just that..

Since Robin was so clever and observant..she had no problem with finding out your true intentions..and telling the others your true intentions..

You knew that by dealing with the consequences.

Dinner and the rest of the day went on as usual ever since you got here, everyone in the crew keeping a sharp eye on you and everything you did. Luffy butting in on almost every conversation to tell or show you something stupid. Sanji insisting you have more food and giving you seconds even though you didn’t want any and not letting you take even a step out of the mess hall until you cleared your plate. Franky and Usopp taking every chance they got to try and make you laugh or show you their newest inventions. And of course, Zoro repeatedly pouring you more sake when your cup was only half full.

Of course from all that time spending and sake, you felt tired and most importantly, buzzed from all that sake Zoro had been giving to you. Feeling like you needed to let things out for once you took out that notepad from the storage room you found.

Soon, you began to scribble away everything. How you felt about the strawhats, that you were a trainee in CP9 and how you wish everyone would calm down. Soon, you had multiple pages filled with your feelings and you had to admit, it felt good to let everything out!

Setting the notepad down on your bed the cabin you yawned with a stretch. Why on earth do you feel so sleepy all of a sudden?..you definitely have been drinking too much sake with Zoro..

Laying down, you slowly pulled your cover up and stared at the ceiling..fluttering your eyes closed to sleep at last..

When you woke up, the sound of chains jangling filled your ears. Wait a minute..

Chains..?

Looking around it seemed like you were in captains quarters..aka luffy’s cabin, but why..?

Dread and fear now consumed your mind and body as you tried to at least sit up but failed. These chains were tight around your wrists and legs, causing almost no hope for escape.

What the hell did you even do this time?!

Rattling your brain for answers you finally came to a conclusion…

The notepad…

Someone must’ve read it and told everyone..you started to look around the dark lit room with only the moon shining through the window. Cold sweat dripped from your forehead as you then felt the presence of at least two people..

A gentle hand pushed you down on the bed you were laying in as a familiar voice filled the room.

“So, you were working for CP9 huh?”

You gulped..

“Don’t worry! We’re not mad hah!..why would we? You’re never going back there anyways!”

Before you could even respond to that you felt a straw hat being placed on your face..

A voice then smooth as chocolate and almost calming then whispered to you, very, very close to your ear like it was trapping you.

“We’ve always had our suspicions all along about your little Mission anyway, but now you’ve made it so easy..but dont worry your little head off..we’ll take good care of you as long as your nice from now on..”

A/N:

Hiiii my lovely petals!!honestly I’m just going to stop announcing when I’m posting because I always have things to do them or I fall asleep 😭😭 so I’m probably not going to to announce it anymore lol! But I hope y’all enjoyed this because I did! I tried to make this long enough and keep it interesting 😗😉 so sorry that this too so long to the person who requested this ❤️😭 if you ever want me to do another by you just say you requested this and I’ll probably drop everything and do yours first to pay back time 😭 but man I did miss writing! I’m so sorry I’m posting so late btw but I was determined and there was NO WAY I was about to miss another day and keep y’all waiting..but anyways, a new story or two next week and I hope y’all had an amazing thanksgiving and week/day!! I’ll see you soon my pretty petals and I hope you loved this and I wish you well! Also sorry if there is spelling mistakes I’ll fix them if I notice them!!❤️🌸💖❤️🌸

[luvfy0dor]

Heyy, I was thinking about a concept with Fyodor (or whoever from BSD) having a streamer bf, but like, one of -those- streamers where every word they say can be quite questionable (in a “good” way/ironically). For some reason it amuses me to imagine it with Fyodor and Reader occasionally teasing him, calling him their ‘discord kitten’ or streaming for 5 hours (or more lol) saying nonsenses or playing video games instead of paying attention to Fyodor. What do you think?

“Get Off The Game ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu

Warnings;

Description; BSD men with a streamer!reader

A/n; these are in headcannon form, I hope that's alright!!! I think Dazai or Nikolai would be a better person to have this occupation w so I also did headcannons for one of them

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor thinks it's stupid at first, but when he realized you made money from it he learned to tolerate it. He wasn't too fond of the noise, though.

• I don't think he was too fond of the nickname 'discord kitten', always raising an eyebrow when he's called that, he also strongly dislikes brainrot cause what do you mean you're so sigma? No you're not, you're y/n. That's unrelated, but I thought I'd add that in there.

• "A discord what? Kitten? What even is that? I am nothing of the such."

• Catch him dead before he makes an appearance on camera, he much prefers to keep his business private. He doesn't mind you talking about him though, he loves that. He loves that people know you're already taken by him and that all those losers in your chat don't have a chance with you.

• Sometimes he'll watch your streams from a different room in attempt to understand your work and the art of gaming. He enjoys when you play horror games, especially the ones that get you thinking. He sometimes finds your facial expressions when you get jumpscared funnier than anything else in the stream.

• When it comes to the duration of your streams, Fyodor can entertain himself for as long as you need him to, but he can't help but feel like he'd rather be spending that time with you every now and again.

• He usually just takes the time to work on his DOA stuff, and occasionally he'll get so lost in it that he doesn't even realized you've finished with your stream and whenever that happens, you make some tea and go to fetch him to spend some quality time together, whether it's you laying in his lap while you both read a book or having a conversation about whatever comes to mind

Dazai Osamu ★

• Dazai is your #1 supporter since day one. There's a conversation going on about content creators? He's immediately bringing you up. You need new items for your set up? He's manifesting that said items go on sale ASAP!

• Oh my god, and he LOVES it when you get recognized in public. He's very prideful of you and likes that it's only him and a select group of people that get to see the real you outside of the camera frame.

• He, unlike Fyodor, does have an issue with the long hours, so he busies himself with the ADA and otherwise to keep himself from walking in and talking your ear off while you play your games for umpteen thousand people.

• He doesn't despise being called a discord kitten, but it does confuse him a little bit. But whatever, as long as you have 'my' in front of any name he doesn't care.

• Dazai watches your old streams when he's bored and can't help but giggle at the out of pocket or questionable things you say. He likes to watch the compilations of you on YouTube, too.

• Sometimes he'll quote you out of the blue.

• He doesn't like people trying to flirt with you or talk to you on the Internet as any partner wouldn't, so he is in the comment section of every post reading through individual comments. Type guy to see '❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥' comments on your posts and reply '🧯🧯🧯'

• All in all, Dazai is well received by your fanbase, especially the ones who don't try to romance you and are normal. They think he's funny and a good match for you.

A/n; I hope it wasn't to short!!! I thought it was a cutsey idea, I think Nikolai would be pretty similar to Dazai in this scemario.

[penelopepine]

‘Mini Me’ was the CUTEST thing ever!!! I’m also here to beg for more Graves x Reader content 🙏. Could you write about Graves saving Reader from a home invasion?

THANK YOU! I'm so glad you liked it, and I hope you like this. I had a blast writing it so thank you for the ask!!

Intruder Alert!

Phillip Graves x Fem Reader

Content: Home invasion, light angst, fluff, guns Word Count: 1930

It’s become something of a habit for you both to call each other whenever possible at this time. You’re already laying down in bed, your favorite show is on and a book lays in your lap, when Phillip calls you right on the dot as usual. 

You turn off the TV and answer before the first ring is even finished as you happily exclaim into the phone, “Phillip!” 

“Evening sweetheart, you doing ok?” He asked; his voice low but comforting. “You better be in bed at this hour.” 

With a slight huff you reply, “I am, I am don’t worry. Just reading the book you got me. You didn’t have to do that you know.” It had been a total surprise for you when you came home one day to a package on your doorstep knowing full well that you hadn’t ordered anything recently. Even more of a surprise when it had been the final book of a series you had been raving about to Phillip just a few days ago. You had also mentioned how the last book had just come out as well.

“Nonsense, I gotta spoil my girl even when I’m not there.” 

“You’re too good to me, baby. Thank you. I love it so much; I’ll have to show you some appreciation whenever you come home.” 

You hear through the phone Phillip take a sharp breath when he hears your words before chuckling to himself as he growls out, “is that so? What sort of … appreciation do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to give anything anyway.” 

“Sweetheart, it’s not nice to-.” 

Crash!

That was the sounds of glass shattering downstairs, but that's not all though - you can hear someone cursing and the sound of footsteps under glass. You're suddenly regretting having those big bag windows installed.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that Phillip is calling your name; there's actually a lot of noise coming from his side of the phone now.

"Philip, I think someone's in the house." 

"Sweetheart," his voice firm, but filled with concern, "You need to do exactly as I say; do you understand?"

"I- I understand." 

"Good good, everything is going to be alright. I'm on my way to you now." You can hear the sound of a car door slamming as he says that. It's a half an hour drive from the base to here; you've seen him make it in twenty though. "Get up - slowly, and lock the bedroom door." 

Shakily you do as he says; trying to calm your thundering heart as if whoever is here can hear it and will come barging into the room. The tiny click of the door lock sounds out like a church bell on Sunday.

"It's locked." You're honestly not even sure you spoke with how softly you whispered those words, but you must have because Phillip is giving you his next command as soon as you're finished speaking them. 

“Now in my night stand - bottom drawer, is a case grab it. Go to the bathroom and lock that door as well before doing anything else with it.” 

“Isn’t that your-?” 

“Yes. Grab it.” 

It was Phillip’s gun case. He’s shown you how to use the gun inside of it about every month. For emergencies he had always said; you’ve never thought about having to actually use it on another person though. 

Pushing that thought down though you quickly get yourself settled in the now locked bathroom. “I have it; the door is locked.” 

“You know what I’m going to ask next, sweetheart. Just … just keep it close and ready. I’m almost there.” You could tell that Phillip was trying to calm for your sake right now. This was something you two had talked about though being a possibility. It’s so different being in the real situation though. 

Sitting down on the cold floor you open the case, and pull out the gun. It feels so much heavier than it ever has in your hands. 

It was in that moment that you heard the unmistakable creak of third from the top step on the stairs - it was the only one that ever made any noise. Whoever was here was now on the second floor, and only a few steps away from you. 

Quickly you pull the phone away from your ear to check how long it’s been. Everything feels as if it’s been going a mile a minute surely Phillip is almost here - six minutes. It’s only been six minutes. It could easily take another twenty for your husband to get here. 

The intruder must be at your door now because the next thing you hear is the rattle of the locked bedroom door. It wouldn’t be something you would normally hear, but in the dead quiet it's the only thing you can hear. That and the sound of Phillip’s car speeding his way towards you over the phone. 

All you can do now is wait and hope that this is just some thief who is there to steal whatever they find valuable, and not for anything related to Phillip because if they are, you know a locked door is not going to stop them from getting to you. 

It’s silent for a few minutes after that, and you really think that the locked door has deterred whoever it is that entering is not worth the hassle. That is of course not true because the next thing you know is that the bedroom door is being kicked open with a loud bang as the door and wall collide with one another. 

You can’t help but gasp as you hear it, as you do Phillip is worryingly calling your name. When you don’t immediately reply he continues, “I’m almost there; hang in for a few more minutes for me. I’m-” 

Phillip’s voice suddenly cuts off from whatever he was going to say. Pulling your phone away from your ear again you see that your phone has died. Oh.

Meanwhile in the bedroom you can hear the person shuffling around; drawers being opened and closed with no consideration for noise. You pull the gun up and steady your aim to the door. It’s only a matter of time before they try and knock this door down as well after all. 

You know you're only going to have one real shot though. Whoever is on the other side is definitely more prepared for a confrontation than you are - probably a lot stronger than you are too. 

Looking to your side you debate going out the window. You’re on the second floor, but as long as you do a somewhat decent landing you’re not in any danger of dying from the fall. It’s the fear of breaking something though that stops you from just making a run for it. Breaking a wrist or arm would hurt like a bitch, but it’d be doable. A leg though would probably put you in a worse situation then the one you’re currently in. 

With minutes that feel like hours you wait for the inevitable to happen. Only that’s not what happens because all of a sudden you hear a loud pained grunt and what sounds like two people fighting. 

Phillip. 

It has to be him. You don’t think anyone else would be inside fighting the intruder. 

You don’t open the door though. During your talks about this kind of situation Phillip always told you to wait for him - he’d be the one to give you the signal that it was safe to leave whatever hiding space you managed to find. 

Just as quickly as it started though it’s over. You can’t hear anything anymore. That is until four knocks on the bathroom door sound out - the signal. 

Immediately you're running to unlock the door. When throw open the door Phillip pulls you into his arms, and guides you back into the bathroom. “Thank fuck you’re alright, sweetheart.” 

“I’m alright,” You’re more concerned about him right now though, “What about you though? Are you hurt anywhere?” 

Try as you might to pull away and check him over his grip on you does not loosen. “I’m fine. Just let me hold you right now.” 

You don’t know how long the two of you stand there just embracing one another, and frankly you don’t care to know. It would have been longer if not for Phillip’s phone suddenly ringing out. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want to let go quite yet with how he gives you one more hard squeeze before letting go, and grabbing his phone. 

“Graves speaking … good, come inside and handle the trash. I’m heading back to base.” It’s fairly obvious who he was talking to, but you still have to ask.

“Are the shadows here? How are they here already?” 

“I called Erikson to get his ass here with a few boys after our call was cut out.” Phillip releases a deep breath and rests his forehead on yours, “You had me cursing up a storm when that happened, sweetheart. What have I told you about keeping your phone charged?” 

Of course he knew it was because your phone died. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let it get below 50% after this.” 

“Probably for the best.” You watch as Phillip now pulls away fully and grabs the gun from where you had left it; hostlering it to his side. “Now let’s get out of here. You’re staying on base until I get a new security system installed.” 

He is then pressing you into his side as his hand comes up to cover your eyes. “Phillip?” 

“Don’t want you seeing anything, sweetheart. Let me guide you out of here for now.” 

You don’t put up anymore of a fuss at that, and you also don’t really want to see whatever lies in the bedroom right now. With that he’s quick to get you out of the bedroom, and out into the hallway. There he does finally let you see again as he continues to pull you down the stairs. 

As you get to the bottom a small group of shadows are entering the house. They give Phillip a nod before hurriedly passing him as they make their way up the stairs now. 

“Wait, I should pack something before we leave.” You say remembering how he had said that you’d be staying at the base. 

“Well come by in the morning, sweetheart. After the boys get things cleaned up.” He reassures you as he practically carries you out of the house to his car. The ride for the most part is silent besides the low singing from the radio. Philip also doesn’t let go of your hand once during the whole ride as if he let go you’d disappear. 

Once back at base the first thing he does is get you settled in his room and bed. He lays down next to you, having you flush against his chest. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“I love you too; I’m here - I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Damn right you’re not.” You feel Phillip relax for the first time tonight as he gives your neck a small kiss. 

You can’t help but think how everything, despite what happened just about an hour ago, right now feels perfect. Being in Phillip’s arms will never not fix everything for you. With that thought you drift off into sleep knowing that everything tomorrow will be alright as long as you have him with you. 

[patrollingboston]

*turns on the megaphone*

Simon and his wifey have disaster twins!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Double Trouble // Simon x Reader fluff

Thank you for your request! I wanted to include their reactions to finding out as well as a glimpse into daily life for them. Hope you enjoy!

Simon and you had been married for 4 years. It wasn’t a normal marriage by any means, he was often deployed leaving you to amble through life without him by your side for most months of the year. You didn’t mind your own company, you met up with friends and family regularly, caring for yours and Simon’s cat counting down the days until he was home again. It was a quiet and lonely life at times but you understood how much his career meant to him, this was all until one specific night you and Simon shared together landing you in a hospital room at your 12-week pregnancy scan.

“You, okay?”

Simon asked, his deep voice echoing through the eerily clinicals walls as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder reassuringly. You laid on the bed, the paper scrunching up underneath your back as you waited anxiously for the Doctor to return.

“I’m alright, just a bit jittery.”

You replied giving an uncertain smile towards him, he had managed to get a few days off of work so he could accompany you to the scan. Today was the day you found out the gender of your baby, you and Simon agreed it was best to know now so you could both prepare.

“Right! We all ready in here?”

The doctor came charging back in the room pushing the thick wooden door closed behind her, she sat herself on a stool and wheeled over to you laying on the bed.

“Think so.”

You said with a smile, looking up and making eye contact with Simon. The doctor rolled up your t shirt exposing your stomach to the cold hospital air.

“Are we wanting to know if it’s a boy or girl today?”

She said, squeezing the gel onto your stomach the temperature startling you.

“Uh yes we would like to know.”

Simon spoke up his eyes fixed on the little tv screen the Doctor had wheeled over towards the two of you.

“Can you hear the heartbeat?”

The two of you nodded in sync as you heard the familiar rumble erupt from the machine before a second sounding noise adjoined it.

“What’s the other noise?”

You asked curiously, peeking your head up to get a closer look at the monitor.

“That is uh.. a second heartbeat. You are having healthy twins how wonderful! Can you see baby number 2 hidden in the back there?”

“Wait what?”

Simon said, his demeanour going from relaxed to suddenly tensing up, his grip on your shoulder becoming tighter.

“Twins, see?”

“You’re serious?”

You said now sitting up fully to inspect the monitor, half of you believed this Doctor was speaking nonsense until your eyes saw a second shadow on the tv. Feeling overwhelmed your eyes began to well up, you reached your hand up to grab Simon’s arm for support.

“Fully, would you like to know the genders?”

You both nodded once again.

“In my opinion it looks like two baby girls.”

You slapped a hand to your chest making an ‘awh’ sound, you had always wanted a daughter, now you were going to have two at once. Simon, who was not saying a word, continued to stare at the monitor in amazement.

“We are having twin girls?”

He finally spoke up, clearing his throat and turning to face you. In that moment you both felt such gratitude and shock for the news of two healthy baby girls that you both forgot about the logistics of the entire situation for a few moments.

One year later

“Si, can you bring me a tea towel she’s chucked tomato sauce in my eye.”

You yelled through the kitchen as you dabbed your face, sauce dripping down onto your t shirt as your baby Emily giggled sat in her highchair in the background.

“I can’t love, Chloe’s got a hold of my phone and won’t give it up.”

Simon yelled back from the living room sounding out of breath followed by a few crashing sounds as you assumed he was chasing Chloe round for his phone back. The twins had just learned to walk, and throw apparently causing a nightmare for the both of you.

Simon had returned from deployment a few weeks ago, he was descended straight into the chaos of raising your two twins. You stumbled blindly round the kitchen trying to find something to wipe your face on as you heard the pitter patter of feet coming towards you.

“Mama look.”

Chloe gurgled handing you what you assumed was Simon’s phone.

“What have we said about taking people’s things hey?”

You said in a sterner tone, Simon following into the kitchen behind. You handed him his phone back and he slid it back into his pocket before grabbing a square of kitchen roll and wiping your face for you.

“And you, what have we said about throwing stuff?”

He asked in a soft tone towards your daughter Emily, who was still finding the situation hilarious. He stepped over Chloe who was now playing sat on the kitchen tiles with the cat before reaching his arms out and scooping Emily up in them.

“I’m so glad to have you back Si.”

You said, exhaustion creeping throughout your brain as you rubbed your temples.

“I’ve missed my girls too.”

He said a wide smile spreading across his cheeks as he looked at his daughter placed upon his hip and then towards Chloe sat on the floor. It was a chaotic life for you two currently, but it was yours and no one else’s and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

More sick Caine but this time within the circus?

I wanted to do this one for a while, but I wasn't quite sure how.

Heavily inspired by Caine VA's Twitter post about what Caine might be like if he got sick. I can't find it but if you know you know

Also warning for some very suggestive jokes.

The circus troop had just finished doing their theme song and were waiting on the stage for Caine to announce that day's adventure. He always gave them some time to socialise before they started it, finding it also gave them an opportunity to mentally prepare.

However, Kinger had noticed something off with the ringmaster. His voice during his introduction had sounded stuffy, and he could swear he had heard Caine unexplainably say something about a 50% off deal while he was talking to Bubble.

"Uh, Gangle?" She was trying to stay as far away as possible from Jax when Kinger approached her, startling her slightly. "Did you notice anything different about Caine? It's kinda hard for me to tell with this stuff. In case I'm just, y'know, making it up or something."

"W-well Kinger, you know Caine better than anyone, so you're probably right. Something does seem a bit weird with him today. Maybe you should ask him about it?"

While Gangle was concerned, she secretly hoped that whatever was going on would get them out of that day's adventure, or at least delay it. It was also a great opportunity for Kinger and Caine to spend more time together, which was something she always loved to see.

Just when Kinger was about to start searching for him, Caine flew up above the performers, his energy seeming a bit more forced and draining than usual.

"Hello, everyone! Are you all ready for today's- for... AHC[CLICK FOR NEW IPHONE]!" The other's jumped at the sudden yelling. They all couldn't help but compare it to a sneeze, if a very peculiar one at that.

"Huh. I guess Caine's got a cold today. Well, I'm going back to my room, tell me if he starts feeling better so I can try to make him worse again." Jax turned on his heel and walked towards the hall, followed by Ragatha and Pomni's glaring.

Turning back to Caine, Pomni cautiously inched closer to him. "Uh, are you okay, Caine? You don't sound well. And what do you mean about a 'new iPhone'?" The ringmaster looked at the floor, his gaze seeming unfocused before his head snapped up.

"Don't you fret, my dear, I- [YOU'RE OUR 1000TH CUSTOMER]" Caine made a loud string of glitching noises into his elbow, desperately trying to speak through it, "I-I'm doing just fine..."

The quiet groan that followed his words convinced Pomni and the performers otherwise. Pomni glanced back nervously, unsure if this was a regular occurrence. The confusion she found in her friends' eyes told her it wasn't.

Kinger at least now had confirmation that he was right. Something was wrong. "Caine, I really don't think you should host today."

"W-what?! Nonsense, nonsense!! The show- [CLICK HERE]- n-needs- [FOR 10 GRAND]- a host!" The troop had begun to back off while Kinger had gotten closer. While they all just wanted to have a calm day for once, Kinger was far more concerned with Caine's health and safety.

"Maybe you can just get Bubble to do it today." Out of the corner of his eye, Kinger saw the other performers frantically shaking their heads in response to the idea. "...or, rather, we just don't have an adventure today. Take a little break. You definitely sound like you need one."

"B-but-!" Before Caine could say his excuse, his eyes began quickly spinning around in his head, resulting in him having to close his mouth tightly to keep them inside. When they stopped moving, he slowly opened up again. "Alright. W-we'll just have a day off today."

The chess piece moved to put his hand around Caine's shoulder as he lowered further to the ground. While the others immediately went to their rooms, trusting Kinger to handle whatever was going on, Pomni lingered behind to check on the two.

"Are you, um, do you need any help, Kinger? I mean, I-I don't really know what to do, but if I can do anything..." Pomni trailed off, not really sure where she was going with this. She didn't want Caine to be 'sick', just as she didn't want anyone else in the circus to be unwell either. Well, maybe Jax, but that's more than reasonable.

"Oh, no, I've got it from here. You can go and relax, I can handle Caine." Pomni gave him a look of mild uncertainty just to be sure he was being honest. Kinger returned it with a reassuring smile. "It's my specialty! He'll be well again in no time."

The jester smiled, taking his word for it and heading towards her room. As she was leaving, Caine came back into reality again and frantically waved his hand, yelling, "Byyyeeee, Pomniii!!!"

The sudden burst of excitement sent him into another fit of high-pitched crackling noises. Kinger's hands moved to further support him. "Maybe just try and use an inside voice for once, dear."

"S-sorry. Thank you for helping me. I'm- [5 STEPS TO BECOME A BIG SHOT]- still not used to this happening." Caine leaned against Kinger, letting out a light sigh of relief at not having to put as much energy into keeping himself upright.

The chess piece began to walk him to the hall that held their rooms. "Do you know what's happening?"

Caine moved his feet to keep up with Kinger, although he went at a slower pace. "It's probably something wrong with my code. It doesn't seem too severe, so my built-in defences are currently working on fixing it. Buuuut it does take a bit. [TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS]!" The ringmaster looked somewhat embarrassed about his various short outbursts. "H-hopefully it doesn't take too long."

The next time his foot hit the floor, Caine's body suddenly spasmed before his head fell to the ground. His top row of teeth landed close to his bottom, but his eyes bounced and rolled further down the hall. Kinger startled, quickly moving to support Caine again and staring in disbelief at the pieces of his face now scattered across the floor.

"O-oh no- I'll get those back for you, honey!" He only moved forward slightly, not wanting to accidentally drop Caine, while one of his hands flew through the air to catch the ringmaster's eyes. When they finally lost momentum and stopped rolling, Kinger was able to pick them up and bring them back. Not knowing what to do, he placed them in the top of his robe, moving on to putting Caine's head back together.

Kinger started by trying to put Caine's bottom row of teeth back on top of his shoulders, but it was like working with very weak magnets. He eventually got it to stay floating, which allowed him to move to the top row. Caine talked to him throughout, which did make it a little harder, but Kinger could never complain about hearing his voice.

"I'm so very sorry about all of this, my dear. You should be enjoying this day off anyway, I can handle this." Placing Caine's eyes back into his head, Kinger moved his hands around him again to continue walking.

"Don't be ridiculous, I love spending time with you. Even if you weren't 'sick', this is exactly where I'd be." Kinger pressed his face to the top of Caine's gums. "Right next to you."

The ringmaster leaned into Kinger's chest as they walked, chuckling nervously. "O-oh. I hadn't realised. In that case, this is- [HOT AND THIRSTY TWINKS NEAR YOU]!"

Caine slapped a hand over his mouth, or rather his eyes and bottom teeth. He buried his face deep into Kinger's robe, attempting to hide his bright red face. The chess piece was startled, his own face heating up as well. He put his hand on Caine's back comfortingly and smiled at him.

Kinger's voice quietened somewhat. "I know, darling, believe me." Caine let out a quiet groan of embarrassment into the fluff of Kinger's robe, making him laugh. "Come on, I'll just take you to my room. Then you can rest while your system fixes itself."

Pulling his face away, Caine kept walking alongside Kinger. The pair eventually made it to the chess piece's room, with Kinger setting him down in his pillow fort. He sat down next to him, gently rubbing circles on his back. The ringmaster leant against his shoulder, sighing with content.

"Thank you for all of this, my love. I'm already starting to feel better, although I'm still not entirely fixed. Just be wary, in case I have one of those little outbursts again." Kinger returned his sweet smile as best as he could with his eyes. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by Caine suddenly yelling again. "[PLAY WITH ME AND YOU'LL BE CU-]"

Kinger quickly put his hands on either end of Caine's head and snapped his mouth shut, waiting for him to finish before letting him go. Both of them were blushing profusely, with Caine's eyes heavily avoiding the other's. Kinger grabbed one of Caine's hands and rubbed his thumb back and forth across it.

"It's fine, dear. I know you can only do so much to keep your programming in check. We can just stay here until it's fixed." Caine gave him a small nod and rested against him once more. The less he did, the easier it was for his code to solve the problem. The chess piece put a gentle hand around Caine's waist. "I don't really mind you saying things like that, anyway."

The ringmaster wrapped his arms around Kinger and held him close, clearly flustered despite trying to disguise it. "Shush. I thought I was meant to be resting."

Kinger chuckled, but agreed, their peace only disrupted by Caine's occasional glitches or advertisements. They eventually stopped, signifying Caine was well again, yet neither of them moved for a long time afterwards.

[kaydens-agere]

💻Chase Davenport Agere Moodboard and Headcanons Pt. 1!🧪

Headcanons are under the cut :) I might make more of these headcanons cuz RAH I LOVE CHASE SM SDJFKLSDF Also this post is so long im so sorry for yapping so much 💀

🪐GENERAL INFO 💻-Chase's little age is 2-8, though it can be a little older or a little younger depending on the circumstances. 🧪-He couldn't pinpoint a time where it began, but it became more prominent in his life after he got let out of the basement, and continued to become a bigger part of his life with each traumatic event (Betrayals, Near Death Experiences, etc)

💻-When it first begun, he immediately begun doing research and it concerned him at first, however, he managed to gain control and kinda suppressed it for a while, but with each every little thing that happened, he'd lose his grasp on that initial control. It scared him a lot, since he didn't want this side of him to be known to anyone. [more on this in the family section]

🧪-He can still use his bionics while he's small, but he has a harder time controlling them and they glitch more often (just like when he was actually a kid). Whenever he goes to put something in his mouth or chew it, he'll scan it first to make sure it's safe, sometimes he cares, other times he just puts it in his mouth anyway. If Chase stims using his arms, sometimes his molecular kinesis will glitch and knock things over or send them flying across the room, he's had to have someone disable it a few times.

💻-Chase stims a lot more often when he's small, he mostly just flaps his hands, he loves to pull his hoodie sleeves over his hands while he does it. He also does a lot of vocal stims, whether it's nonsense babbling or tongue clicking noises. He also loves to chew, he has a chewelry necklace that's pretty much attached to him while he's little, no one lets him take it off out of fear that he'll bite on something else that he shouldn't.

🧪-He loves to play with those kids science kits. He still retains most of his super intelligence so they're not as much of a challenge, but he likes the simplicity of them (this one was inspired by @paper--moons agere headcanons abt Peter Parker :))

🪐FAMILY 💻-His regression mannerisms became more apparent to other people after Sebastian. He swore to himself that he'd never tell a soul, but his family eventually did find out, whether he told them or if they figured it out themselves.

🧪-Adam and Bree knew about Chase regressing but they didn't have a name for it, all they knew is that he acted childish at times, especially after a stressful mission. They've become very receptive of each other, considering the fact that they lived in a basement together all their lives. Adam likes to give him piggy back rides and Bree plays tag with him (and even though she has super speed, she usually lets him win)

💻-Leo already knew what regression was, he's been around tumblr enough to get a good understanding (me fr) and has some friends that do it. He'd witnessed Chase's regression a few times before eventually asking about it, in which Chase told him. Leo is very supportive of Chase and lets him play with his action figures with him.

🧪-Telling Donald was... complicated. Donald noticed Chase's childish tendencies and always told him to knock it off. Chase did eventually explain it to him, and although he didn't quite understand it (and sort of didn't want to at the time), he eventually came around. He can still be a bit harsh towards Chase if he's regressed while he's meant to be working, but he's trying his best.

💻-Unlike Donald, Douglas was extremely chill about it. He had a feeling about it after reconciling with his family, and Chase telling him confirmed his suspisions. It pretty much went like this: Chase: So um... I'm an age regressor. It basically means- Douglas: I know. Chase: ... You do? Douglas: Uh, yeah. I could already tell, kid. It's pretty damn obvious, at least to me, anyway. Chase: Oh, alright. Um... any questions about it? Douglas: Nope. He didn't want to pry Chase with questions about it, but trusts him to come to him whenever he needs to, which has happened a few times. After Douglas moved into the penthouse in Centium City, Chase went to him more than a few times after having nightmares, or if he was simply missing his siblings or life in Mission Creek. They've shared a few nice moments on the terrace.

🧪-Tasha knows a lot more than she lets on. She let Chase explain it to her, but in reality, she knows a lot about it. She actually cares for a little herself, but has never told anyone about it [feel free to leave ur guesses as to who it could be :) /nf] She's kinda like one of Chase's babysitters if his main caregiver isn't available (Who will be revealed in the next part). She's very nurturing and makes it easy for Chase to let his guard down. [Not including Marcus or Daniel because Marcus wouldn't have had time to find out, and Daniel hadn't been in the picture for very long, so Chase wanted to hold off for a while]

okayy thats about all i can think of rn, ill probably do a part 2 cuz i have so many agere headcanons about this man, feel free to give me requests for hcs about different characters if you wanna :) ALSO to the person that sent me a request, dont worry im still working on it :)l

[princess-of-the-corner]

Amnesia!Dabi

K, I’m still not done with the Togas TV interview And class 1-A.

like. Just. 

Pick a 1-A kid. Literally any of them that isn’t Shouto, or maybe Katsuki.

You’ve been through some shit recently. Your training camp got attacked. One of your classmates got kidnapped. By some pretty notorious villains. Another group of your classmates went to rescue them. Any of them could have DIED, including you. So there’s that.

Then you find out two of those villains, pretty memorable ones, turned themselves in. To your SCHOOL. Where you LIVE. And instead of instantly turning them over to the Hero Commission or something, your school takes them into custody. People who have attacked you.

You get the rushed, “not all villains are inherently evil”, but wow. You’ve been through some shit. You are probably having nightmares. You just want to feel SAFE. You trust your teachers, but you know they aren’t invincible.

Then Shouto comes in after a weekend. He looks so pale. He’s dazed, just wandering idly through the day. Someone tentatively asks if he’s alright. And Shouto, who has trouble filtering his thoughts at the best of times, tells you that one of those villains that attacked you is actually Pro-Hero Phoenix. Pro-Hero Phoenix, aka Touya Todoroki, his brother. His brother, that Shouto thought was DEAD. His brother, who’s going by Dabi, and has no memory of being anyone else. Who, apparently, turned himself in because he remembered Shouto. Who is finally coming home next weekend. And bringing with him the vampire girl who tried to stab Uraraka.

You sit, and you stare, and think “well fuck”, cause what are you even supposed to say? What kind of action movie nonsense is this? You sit there, and make hopefully comforting noises, cause your potential trauma isnt going to get in the way of Shouto possibly getting his BROTHER back. But you’re not … on board. You’re skeptical. You have to be.

And Shouto keeps talking about them. Tells you how Dabi can’t remember anyone’s birthday, but did remember that Fuyumi likes two sugars in her tea. Or that Dabi refuses to go in the old training room, but remembers where everything is. Or how he, Dabi and Natsuo went through Dabi’s massive binder full of his conspiracy theories on himself, and wow, they really are related. And in the background of a lot of these stories is Himiko. And-

Dabi used to be Touya. Used to be Phoenix. However you feel about him, there are public records, and videos, and anecdotes of Touya Todoroki being a hero. Of saving people. Interviews where he talks about his family. It gets easier to stop seeing Dabi, Villain Who Tried To Kill Us, and easier to see Touya, Guy Who Was A Hero, A Brother, A Victim. But Himiko doesn’t have that. Himiko Toga doesnt have a public record of being a hero, a family member, a person who loved someone. You don’t know anything about her. She tried to stab some of you and LAUGHED about it. She comes up in Shouto’s stories, and you almost don’t believe they’re the same person. Toga, Who Tried To Drink Our Blood, seems like someone else entirely from, Himiko, Girl Who Keeps Doing Shouto’s Hair. It’s such a disconnect. You can’t reconcile them in your head. Is she lying? Is she insane? Will she hurt someone again? You don’t know, but these two extreme versions don’t make sense. One of them has to be false. You nod along, and keep your mouth shut, but you wonder. You worry. You don’t know how to feel.

And this goes on for months. Months, of this awkward disconnect. Until one morning, someone turns the TV on, and there are two people. A man and a woman, who look kind of familiar. And you see their names on the screen, Toga, and you feel confused, and then they start talking and-

All you feel is sick.

because Himiko’s parents are on NATIONAL TELEVISION, talking about how their daughter is a MONSTER. How she’s sick. A deviant. How they tried so hard to make her be ‘normal’ by making her stop her 'satanic’ behaviour. How her Quirk 'ruined’ their perfect little girl, and turned her into a 'freak’. They talk about making sure she never had any blood, about how obsessed she is with it. Himiko’s parents are on national television talking about how they STARVED her for TWELVE YEARS, as if this is something to be praised. They LAUGH at the idea that Himiko might have needed to drink blood to survive. To be healthy. They talk about her attacking a classmate as if she did it on purpose, they talk about ‘disciplining’ her for it, and all you want to do is throw up.

So, no, you don’t know how to feel about Himiko.

But you know EXACTLY how you feel about her parents.

-

YEAH THEY”RE READY TO THROW HANDS

[renaiswriting]

Velvet embrace (part 3)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo/Reader

Summary:

Shadow people were always there in your life. They never disturbed you; they never interacted with you; it was like there was a pact between both of you to simply ignore each other. They saw you grow from a baby to an adult.

So why are you now getting attached to one of them who keeps looking out for you?

Warnings: none, I think (?)

Word count: +2.5k word

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The notes under your bedroom door and the knocking on your door never stopped.

 

Sometimes they were so overwhelming and frightening that you ended up sleeping with headphones in your ears to muffle such noises.

 

You had been fine with the routine you already had, somehow established with the rest of the shadows in the house.

 

But to know that they knew your name, that had been crossing the line.

 

The day after that, you woke up with big dark circles under your eyes and a bad migraine from lack of sleep.

 

But somehow you managed to carry on with your life as if nothing had happened. You went down to the kitchen and washed the dishes that had been used while you were locked in your room.

 

That same afternoon, after class, you went from store to store until you found something heavy enough to cover your door and avoid having to receive more notes.

For the time being, it had worked relatively well.

 

But it hadn't really stopped the shadow from leaving you messages.

 

While they couldn't get under the door now, you often woke up with little notes in the hallway outside your door.

 

They usually just said short words, like "hello" or your name.

 

Which was kind of scary, but you preferred that to being scared in the night.

 

The notes never lasted long on the floor because, as soon as you saw them, you would pick them up and throw them in the trash can.

 

You hoped that it would understand that you didn't want to engage in any kind of conversation.

"Why are you sad?" Your cousin asked, her voice sounding muffled thanks to the low internet signal. Her face glitched for a while, frozing into a funny face that made you chuckle.

 

"I am feeling kind of lonely." You confessed that there was no use in trying to avoid her question; you knew she would keep asking and insisting until she got an answer. "And the house... Isn't really helping me either. Everything kind of makes me remember her."

 

"I'm so sorry," your cousin pouted, moving closer to the screen. "Aren't your parents going to visit you or something?"

 

"Yeah, they are. But they also have busy lives. I mean, they have to work and all that. I don't want to bother them. But it's alright," you quickly added, noticing the sadness on her face. "I'll probably see her this Friday anyway; I'll mostly likely feel better by then."

 

"I can go and keep you company if you want." She offered. "I've never been to your grandma's house; it sounds like fun."

"I don't know... Aren't you already in your finals week? I don't want you to—"

 

"Nonsense." She interrupted you. "Besides, you will also be gone most of the time for your classes, right? I'll study while you're not in the house, and I'll wait for you with a homemade dinner." She offered, raising her eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. "How long has it been since the last time you actually made a homemade meal instead of those instant noodles?"

 

You didn't reply, but your cheeks were tinted pink because it's been an embarrassingly long time since the last time you used the oven for more than five minutes.

 

"It will be really fun, I promise." She added. "It will definitely cheer you up to have someone over."

 

The video call ended with promises of texting the next morning to actually plan everything.

 

You were panicking; how and what could be a good excuse to avoid having her over?

 

You loved her; she was such a loyal cousin, and you could tell her almost everything, but how could you explain the whole shadow thing and the big bill you were paying because of the need to have bright lights on in your bedroom all night?

 

And the curfew for the bathroom and kitchen?

 

God, it would be such a mess.

You stood up from your comfortable bed with a sigh, stretching your arms above your head.

It was getting late, and you surely had to eat something. But truth be told, you were not in the mood to eat or cook.

You opted instead to go to the bathroom and take a long, hot shower to see if the warmth from it helped you feel less sad.

The hot water fell onto your back and made some of the tenseness in your shoulders disappear, as if you were under warm hands giving you a massage.

You pocked your head out of the shower, trying to see the time on your phone. You only had a few more minutes of light, and you wanted to get out before it was completely dark outside.

Your phone was nowhere to be found.

 

You frowned. Have you forgotten it in your bedroom?

 

This was bad.

 

You rushed to end the shower, covering yourself with a towel and running towards your bedroom.

 

Your bedroom door was wide open.

 

You were really not in your best mindset, because how on earth have you forgotten to close it?

You shut the door close behind you, holding the doorbell so tight that it hurt your hand.

Dropping your weight onto your bed, you sighed.

Maybe this has all been way too much for you.

The burning feeling of your cry on the back of your throat overwhelmed you, making you cover your eyes from such bright light and letting some tears fall on your cheeks.

You felt like you were losing your mind.

And that terrified you.

A sob scaped your mouth, and then another one, and another one...

Your hand quickly moved to cover your mouth, trying to muff the sound when the tv volume went higher downstairs. However, your sobs were still coming out of your mouth uncontrollably.

The sound of some knuckles hitting against the other side of your door were slowly starting to fill what was left of silence in your room.

You ignored it, in hopes of it going away.

But it only seemed to make whatever that was making it increase it.

"Stop it!" You yelled without much thinking, feeling how your throat was left burning after such strength used. "Can you stop for once?!"

The knocks stoped as soon as your yell faded into the rest of the sounds of the house.

A bad feeling invaded your guts, making you shiver.

What have I done?

You laid frozen on your bed, scared that it has get upset and therefore will hurt you. Your eyes were trying to catch the slightly noise, whatever that could give you a hint that it was still outside.

But you didn't catch anything.

However, what you did in fact catch was your phone ringing outside of your bedroom, informing you of a call.

Your eyes started wandering around, didn't you have left your phone in your room?

It was fishy.

You debated with yourself if it would be a good idea to open the door, in the slightest possible way, and see if you were actually alouding.

 

You walked towards the door, your hand frozen in the doorbell. In your mind, you were counting until ten, trying to see if that would help you calm down your erratic heartbeat.

 

Your phone stopped ringing, and now there was a scary silence.

 

Even the TV, which until not so long ago was at least halfway up to its volume capacity, was now dead silent.

 

You slowly moved your head towards the woody door, resting your ear against it, trying to catch any hint of someone, of something, of anything.

 

Nothing.

 

Your hand was as shaky as your breath when you raised it in a punch, your knuckles softly knocking on the door. Once.

 

You almost prayed that nothing would answer it.

 

You really wanted to believe everything was nothing but an effect of your not-so-pretty sleeping schedule and the stress you were under.

 

But, to your horror, almost what felt like an eternity later, a single knock answered yours.

 

Your scream got caught in the back of your throat, and only a weird half-scream, half-cry came out of your mouth.

Your phone suddenly started ringing again, mixing with every other noise in the house. It was as if every single noise had intensified with the two seconds of silence before.

Another knock on the door was heard, less intense, almost as if it were doubting itself.

"Please, stop." You pleaded. "I didn't do anything; please leave me alone."

You wanted to laugh; since when did you beg them to?

Two weeks ago, you were yelling at them to make less noise.

You heard something that sounded like a sigh on the other side of the door before hearing another door open and close.

Your shaking hands were touching your heart, feeling how fast it was beating against your chest.

There were tears still running down your cheeks, and some were still on your eyes, making everything blurry.

Your nose was running and making a mess on your face.

You moved your ear closer to the door once again, trying to catch any other sound.

Nothing.

As silently as you possibly could, you opened the door. It cracked, making your heart sink for a moment, but nothing happened.

You opened it enough for your eye to see the other side; the light coming from your room was enough to identify the other doors (all closed, thankfully) on the empty hall.

Your eyes scamper through the narrow space carefully before, using every single bit of bravery in yourself, you opened the door to find your phone.

It didn't take long; in fact, it didn't even take a minute to find it because it was right next to the door.

The screen informed you that you had a total of five missed calls, with the number that had been trying to contact you being the same phone from the house.

The one that was on the wall, next to the fridge, in the kitchen

This was a new one.

It had been trying to contact you.

For some reason, the thought of one of them dialing your own phone number sends a shiver down your spine.

How did they learn your phone number?

You raised your eyes once again, looking in the direction of the door that you heard earlier closing.

Has it been the same shadow?

Or was the one calling you a different one?

You were just about to close the door when your eyes fell on something else on the floor, next to the phone you just picked up.

There was a plate.

Full of soup.

Homemade soup.

You frowned.

It wasn't there before.

And it seemed to still be hot.

 

Your finger wandered around it for some time, choosing whether to leave it there or take it inside with you.

 

Your stomach was still feeling a little bit empty.

 

Taking one last glance at the multiple closed doors, you carefully took it inside.

 

It was meant to be for you, right?

 

Your head was telling you one thing, and your stomach was telling you another one.

 

You took a spoonful of it, bringing it closer to your nose, trying to notice anything that smelled like poison.

 

You could only pick up the smell of pumpkin, potatoes, carrots, and espárragos.

 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

 

Your stomach grew once again, and you just gave in to the hunger of the moment, filling your mouth with it.

 

It tasted amazing.

 

It immediately brings you back to the memories of when you were little and your mother would prepare a soup like this to make you feel better.

 

It was well accepted by your stomach, which quickly begged you for more.

 

And before you knew it, the plate was empty, and your chin was the only evidence of the soup that you had finished in a new record time.

 

Your head was still hurting, and your eyes were burning, but somehow a tiny smile decorated your face.

You looked down at the empty plate without knowing what could be the best choice.

 

You didn't want to leave it in your bedroom because the smell of soup would never leave your room, but you didn't want to risk it, and you had an angry shadow at the other side of the door waiting for you to accuse you of stealing their soup.

"I will have to face them one day." You thought, taking a deep breath before opening your door and ignoring your shaking legs.

As you expected, there was nobody there.

 

Or at least, the barely visible light coming from your room through the tiny space into which you have opened your door didn't show any sort of humanoid figure.

 

But if there was one of them hiding at the back of the hallway, you chose to ignore it for your own sake.

 

You felt awkward leaving it just there, like, would it take it as a "clean it, thank you," or would it make it feel happy knowing that you actually ate it?

 

Everything was so confusing, and your stomach was starting to feel sick the more you thought about it.

You slowly started kneeling on the ground to deposit the plate as carefully as possible, trying to avoid making any sort of noise.

 

If this shadow was nice enough to leave you alone, you weren't sure about the other three that you were (kind of) getting used to.

"Thank you." You said to the empty air that you felt like you needed to say something. It was like you, at least, owned it that way.

You stood there for a few minutes, your knuckles turning white as you held yourself tighter to the doorbell.

 

Nothing happened.

 

Nobody spoke.

 

None of the doors opened.

 

And you weren't sure what you were expecting.

 

But you closed the door, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment.

You shrugged, telling yourself to stop that nonsense and closing the door with your back.

 

Your shoulders relaxed once you heard the click behind your body.

 

You stood there for a while, your back resting against the door, trying to still think about what had happened and how you had reacted.

 

You really needed to start getting your shit together.

Your arms were crossed over your chest, the weight of your own arms helping to calm your still, erratic heartbeat.

A soft knock resonated in the silent room.

 

You felt it through the woody door directly to your back.

 

You expected another one, but it never came.

You weren't sure if it was because of the exhaustion of all the emotions you experimented with in such a short amount of time or your body simply passing out to finally have more than four hours of sleep, but the next morning you woke up in a rush.

You overslept, and we're already late for the schedule of the day.

So you picked up the first pair of jeans you found and practically flew towards the bathroom.

In the rush, you didn't see what was sitting on the ground in front of your door.

You hissed, falling on the floor on your ass, holding your foot closer to your chest, massaging the place where it hurt, trying to find what had been the cause of your pain.

Your eyes fell on a rock.

It was a shiny black rock.

Plain.

You frowned, not quite remembering having it before, but you shrugged, picking it up and putting it back on your bed to avoid stepping on it again.

Once you stepped into the bathroom and turned the light on, you almost had a heart attack.

 

Writing on the mirror was: "Sorry for scaring you. Wonwoo."

[player1064]

June 2021!

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

ohhhh this bit is pure sappy beville nonsense... no jamie in sight... what a beautiful world.... (sorry carra i love u really)

---

June, 2021.

The call is answered quickly, a half-shouted “Gary?” over the sounds of ninety thousand other people.

“Um, is this David?”

There’s a muttered curse, then nothing for a second but the background noise, the sounds of jostling past people with ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’. And then, a door opens and shuts, and silence.

“Yeah, this is David. Where’s Gary, is he okay?”

“Um. He’s alright now, they think, but he needs someone to take him home, and you’re his emergency contact. How soon can you –”

“—I’m at Wembley too, but my box is – I’ll be ten minutes. Fifteen, max.”

*

“Oh, you idiot,” is the first thing David says when he rushes into the media lounge eight minutes later. Gary’s sat on a couch, sipping carefully at a cup of orange squash, and David makes a beeline straight for him, kneels in front of him and places his hands on his thighs. “You absolute numpty, what’ve you done now?”

Gary is well aware of what a sight he must be. He feels clammy, cooling sweat making his shirt stick to his back. Every time he lifts the plastic cup of squash to his mouth he sees the slight tremble in his hands, and he’s tired. He feels like he’s just played a full ninety, when all he’d been doing was sitting down and talking into a microphone.

“I’m fine,” he lies, closing his eyes for a second while he takes a deep breath. “Becks, I’m fine. There’s people around, don’t be –”

“Gary, shut up.” Becks looks around, nods towards the man in the St John’s Ambulance uniform. “What happened?”

The man’s eyes go wide at David addressing him, but thankfully he’s enough of a professional to shake it off quickly and say “he collapsed. Some kind of fit, we think. He should be fine to go home, but he’ll need to see a doctor sooner rather than later.”

“You idiot,” Becks repeats, reaching one hand up to cup Gary’s face, his thumb gently rubbing at his cheek. “You wouldn’t’ve even told me, would you?”

The door to the room clicks open and David jerks his hand away like he’s been burnt.

“Jesus, Becks, it’s only me,” Roy says as he walks up to the two of them, hands a coffee cup to David. “You think they’d let just anybody in here? I thought you’d be longer to get across, went to get us a drink.”

Gary looks hopefully at the steaming coffee that Roy’s carried in. Both Roy and Becks say “no” at the same time.

He goes back to his stupid orange squash.

Thing is, he really is very tired.

“Becks,” he mumbles. He waits for David to meet his eyes before looking pointedly at the spot on the sofa next to him.

Again, David looks at the others in the room – the paramedic, Roy, the runner from Sky sat anxiously in the corner.

“Go on then,” he sighs, getting up on to the sofa and snaking one arm around Gary’s middle to adjust his seating position, “give us a cuddle.”

Gary lets himself lean back , rest his head against David’s chest, and he feels some of the tension leave his body for the first time all day. He rests his hands on top of David’s, even though they’re cold and sweaty in a way that would usually have him running off to wash his hands. Today, though, Becks just laces his fingers through Gary’s and gives them a little squeeze. 

His eyes are starting to drift shut when Roy sits down on the armchair opposite, quietly asking Becks “you gonna drive home tonight?”

Becks shakes his head, his chin brushing against the top of Gary’s hair. “’s way too far, we’ll go in the morning. Let this one get his beauty sleep.”

“Bit late for that,” Roy says automatically. The corner of Gary’s mouth twitches up a tiny bit at the familiar teasing, though he’s too close to sleep to give any more reaction than that.

Roy clears his throat, then adds “that was scary, earlier. I’m glad he’s alright.”

“mmm, well if he wasn’t I’d probably kill him, so…”

“Says you who gets separation anxiety if you’re apart for more than a week at a time.”

Gary expects to hear David laugh the comment off, to say something about Madrid or international breaks or Valencia, but instead he feels him press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Yeah, well,” he says, with far more fondness than Gary is able to process in his current state, “’least we don’t have much reason to be, these days.”

[takeariskao3]

Perfect

written for @hinnyfest prompt #20: talking about the future this is shamelessly stolen from an episode of friends

“Right, okay-”

Ginny paced back and forth in the sitting room, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. Her two best friends sat next to each other on the sofa, Hermione looking bewildered and Luna examining a spot over Ginny’s right shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“Obviously...” Ginny trailed off. She couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. What did she normally do with her hands? “I asked you both here because of something important.”

Hermione blinked a few times. “Is this about Harry?”

“No,” Ginny rushed. “Well, sort of. It’s not not about Harry..”

“Is it about the wedding?” Luna blinked, finally turning her focus to Ginny.

She let out a ragged sigh. “Yes.”

Hermione let out a little squeal that Ginny thought was entirely premature.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Ginny started. “And even though we could throw the whole thing out the window, Mum says I can’t since it’s tradition-”

“You simply have to have a white dress,” Hermione insisted. “Don’t you dare do something stupid like blue-”

Ginny pulled a face. “I’m not going to buy a blue dress.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Green, then.”

“I’m not-” Ginny bit back her argument and reigned in her thoughts before Hermione could totally derail them. “Look, alright? I’ve got to choose a Witch of Honor.”

Hermione’s mouth parted in surprise and she let out a little, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Ginny shoulders slumped.

“Hermione should do it,” Luna said quickly. “You’ve known her longer and she’d organize everything-”

“No, no,” Hermione interrupted. “I think Luna should. You were always closer with Luna at school-”

“Stop it,” Ginny was already fed up with the whole conversation. “I’m not picking one of you over the other.”

“Can we both do it?” Luna compromised. “That way you don’t have to choose?”

Ginny’s soft smile was genuine. “I would love that, but when your time comes I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose me back if you didn’t want to-”

“What utter nonsense,” came Hermione’s ever rational reply. “Of course we’d choose you back!”

“But what if you don’t want two Witches of Honor? Or Luna doesn’t? Or the groom only has one best man and it throws everything off? I don’t want to make a decision for all three of us just because I’m first...”

Silence lingered in the aftermath of this pronouncement, Luna staring at Ginny with her head tilted curiously and Hermione chewing on the inside of her cheek.

She loved both of them. So much. Ginny couldn’t possibly choose. She’d just have to tell her mum to stuff it.

“What if,” Luna spoke slowly, “we took turns?”

Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes!”

Ginny shook her head in confusion. “How do you mean?”

“We alternate,” Luna clarified. “That way we’ll each do it once.”

Hermione bounced in her seat. “It’s perfect!” 

Ginny let out an impatient noise. “That still leaves me choosing whose mine!”

“Not if we draw for it.” Hermione pulled her wand and conjured parchment and a quill from thin air. “Luna, get that bowl from the mantel.”

Retrieving the glass dish, Luna returned and held it out to Hermione, who finished writing and dropped the names into bottom.

Ginny hesitated with her hand over the three folded up slips of paper. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Positive.” Hermione said with a firm nod. 

When Ginny looked to Luna, her sky blue eyes twinkled. “It’s like a lottery! Only no one loses!”

In the wake of such a sentiment, Ginny beamed. She reached into the little bowl and pulled out a little slip of paper, followed by Hermione and Luna doing the same. 

“At the same time?” Ginny suggested and they both nodded. 

With a deep breath, she opened the parchment in her hands and felt a grin spread across her face. Absolutely delighted, she looked up to see Hermione and Luna gazing at her in equal expressions of joy.

They all three yelped at the same time, shrieking and hugging so loudly that Pwyll let out an indignant hoot from his perch in the corner and turned his back to them.

“You were right,” Ginny chuckled at Hermione and pulling her in for another hug. “It’s perfect.”

Luna would be Ginny’s Witch of Honor. 

And when the time came, Hermione would be Luna’s, and Ginny would be Hermione’s.

[twindevilgang]

Hii! I hope you are doing well~:)

May I pleasee request Haitani brothers and Kawata brothers and may be Hakkai (if its not too much to ask ofc) introducing their s/o to their siblings and/ or friends and they get all teased(?)

They may have kept it a secret or they thought they kept it a secret but sibling is a sibling duh~

Or something by them may be? Or something anything of this sort you can change anything as you like

Sorry such a long request.. i really gave it a thought😛

Goood dayyy

Introducing their S/O

Characters: Ran haitani, Rindou haitani, Hakkai shiba, Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata, Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata

Warning: cursing, slight age-gap In Rans but only by a year, mentions of make outs

Ran Haitani

Thinks he’s soo slick about keeping you a secret when in reality everyone knows you two are dating

His brother knows your two are dating. Mostly because you know Rindou😭

You and Rindou are classmates. And obviously you meet ran though Rindou.

Rindou hates you dating ran with a sting passion. Not because he’s jealous but because ran talks about you way to much.

Ran uses a fake name despite Rindou know who you really are

Really wasn’t much of a surprise when Rindou came home only to find his older brother sucking you face on the couch while a sappy movie played.

He has never been more disgusted in you two In his life honestly

Makes a whole ass fuss about it too

“For the love of god you two get a room!”

Ran tried to cover it up or something

“Oh Rin why are you here?”

“I live here dumbass”

You’re so embarrassed you wanted to just jump out rans apartment window.

That’s when Ran introduced you as his wonderful girlfriend

“This his my amazing girlfriend!”

“Yeah I know. I’m literally friends with your ‘girlfriend’ here”

If he was in Tenjiku then yeah they know as well 😭

But they just don’t care because they have better things to think about

Once he tells them about you they just tell ran that they know.

You’ve meet his little gang before. Because they caught you two making out just like Rindou did

Kisaki is sick of you two honestly

Wishes it was him and hina but it would never happen🤪

Rindou haitani

He’s able to keep you a secret unlike his older brother

Reason is because he doesn’t want to get mixed up in his gang life. You understand that of course.

Ran is shocked when he saw you two together

Would not leave Rindou alone for the sake of it

Would embarrass the hell out of you two

Told you two that he would make a good uncle if you two decided to settle down and have kids one day. You wanted to leave 😭

Telling ran was a horrible idea to begin with because now he won’t leave you alone. Like at all.

Makes kissy noises when you and Rindou are together. Or when you two are snuggled up on the couch watching a little movie like a normal couple

“Alright Rinny you would wanna wrap it before ya tap it got? Personally I’m not ready to be an uncle yet”

“For fucks sake Ran!”

“Oh my god”

Ran told all of Tenjiku too😭

Most of the Tenjiku founders tease Rindou a little

They honestly didn’t think he could run a relationship. Simply because he’s haitani who is feared by most people

Ran and Shion are the fucking worst with you two. Swear to god.

Hanma just calls him a sap or simp because he witnessed Rindou being all soft with you right in front of him

Don’t think they would ever let it go honestly. You two would just have to deal with things until you two break it off. Which would never happene

Hakkai Shiba

He was ready to tell older sister. But he was nervous

I’m taking fidgeting with his fingers, sweating badly and blabbing nonsense

You felt bad and told him he didn’t have to tell his older sister of he didn’t feel comfortable yet.

But he just wanted to get it over with

He took you to his house here you meet Yuzuha, his older sister.

She was a little skeptical at first considering how Hakkai doesn’t know how to talk to other females properly.

But she got over it quickly once he saw him have a full on conversation that wasn’t just little quiet hums here an there. He genuinely looked happy talking to you. That was enough evidence for Yuzuha that showed he truly did love you

She welcome you with open arms. Literally.

He’s relieved that it went well. Maybe a little to well for that matter 😭

He can’t have nice things anymore 😤

Yuzuha steals you away from him most of the time. It’s like your dating her now. Poor him

Although she’s a little salty because Takashi knew about you two before she did.

“I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me about her sooner hakkai. What? You like Takashi more then your own sister now?

“N-no it not like that! He sorta found out on his own”

“Yeah right. Excuses excuses”

“I’m telling the truth”

She’ll probably be more like ran but knows not to cross the line. She’ll tease you two but is more on the respectful side Y’know😭

Although you never really got a chance to meet his other brother, not yet at least.

Souya ‘angry’ Kawata

Like a week of dating or so he introduced you to his twin brother.

Got a strong bond with him so there really is no secret between those two

Nahoya is a pain in the ass really

Told everyone on Toman how his younger brother finally has himself a girl and how proud he is that he’s not gonna die alone 😭

May or May not have told their mom

Honestly if you think Nahoya is worse think about Mikey and baji ganging up on the poor bluenette.

They won’t leave him alone especially if they spot you two together

If you two are holding hands? they make gagging noises

You kiss him on the check? Making gagging noises while making kissing noises 😭

Draken and mitsuya scold them because they are both being immature

You could never catch a break.

Nahoya likes to crash your dates and become the third wheel. You don’t mind of course because you like to see souya become all flustered. Truly a sight to see

Also likes to joke about you two having children in the future and getting married

“If I’m not the best men in your wedding, imma be the person to object your wedding that way it gets canceled”

“Stop. No you wouldn’t”

“How much you wanna bet?”

“…..”

“Ok fine but like…can I be the those children who walk down the aisle with the rings on a fancy pillow?”

“A ring bearer?”

“Yeah that. The seems cool too”

Or

“You think if you ended up getting pregnant you’ll have twins? Since it runs in our family? Like two little you’s or like two little souya’s running around ??”

“Smiley?”

“What?”

“Please shut up”

Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata

After your first date with him he told everyone you two were dating.

His brother, his mom, toman. Other gang members that he beat up. You name it

Does not feel embarrassed at all.

You can not tease this men at all honestly because he’ll come for you throat if you do

“You’re just jealous because I have someone as hot as them and you don’t!”

“Yeah? At least I won’t die alone unlike you. Can’t even get a girl”

“What’s there to impress? I just beat your ass right infont of my girl!”

You’ll be the one saving people from his harsh beating if they ever talk bad about you in front of him.

Sometime your glad his brother isn’t like him because you can’t really deal with two Nahoya at the same time 😭😭

You have enough with just one in your life honestly.

Brace yourself because you’ll be in one teased by him.

His brother is the one who stops him because he feels bad but then Nahoya gets a little jealous

“What?? You like my brother more then me now??”

“Hoya. I swear to god I will pull you by the hair until it comes off like a wig”

Well not give you a break honestly.

Although secretly Souya does kind tease you two. But not inform of you he’s scared that it may hurt your feelings. But don’t worry Nahoya tells you later after Souya leaves him alone.

[mxstas]

3:34 am - kazutora hanemiya

prompt: "I heard you talking in your sleep.”

genre: fluff

warnings: gn! reader, uses “pretty” to describe reader, established relationship, not proof read.

wc: 897

kazutora’s favorite thing was spending the night with you. he thinks you make it easier for him to fall asleep and that he feels more relaxed when he’s with you. so, of course, sleepovers happened often.

over the course of your relationship you started to notice that sometimes, when kazutora is extremely tired and on the verge of sleep, he’ll mumble something unconsciously. sometimes it’ll be nonsense about his day or a random thought he had, but sometimes, it’ll be about you.

things he might be too shy to tell you up front. but once sun goes down, he’s a sappy mess.

“is it alright if i spend the night?” you asked kazutora, who was seated next to you on his couch. with his arm draped over you and his head nuzzled into the back of you neck, he replies “hm? of course. you know you don’t have to ask right?”.

and with that, you too started to get ready for bed. he quickly crawled into bed and laid next to you. soon, you two have your legs tangled with one another, enjoying your guys presence as you both fall asleep.

you wake up a couple hours later, it still being dark outside. you reach over the bed side table to grab a cup of water but there was nothing there. *guess he doesn’t keep a cup of water with him before he sleeps*, you thought.

you got up to go get some water from his kitchen for a minute. upon your arrival back to his bedroom, your met with a very sleepy eyed kazutora. his eyes threatened to close but he didn’t let them.

“welcome back” he muttered. his voice was groggy and attractive, it was something that always seemed to make your stomach do cartwheels.

“you didn’t have to force yourself awake to wait for me.” you tell him as you crawl into the space next to him. his arms almost immediately wrap themselves around you, re-tangling your legs.

“cant sleep without you. not even for a second.” he mumbles into your neck. you laugh a little at his sappy little confession, but it’s barely noticeable. he places a kiss on your collar bone before sighing into it. and now the fun begins.

“hm you’re so pretty” he whispered. he traced his fingers along your back, making obscure shapes and signs as he kept talking. he continued to press damp, sleepy kisses along your neck.

“hehe kaz that tickles” you giggled as you attempt to free yourself from his grasp but he insists on keeping you there, keeping you close.

“that shirt you wore today was nice.” he spoke. “ you look amazing in it.” his words were slurring together as he traveled to press yet more kisses on your jaw. “mm so pretty”

you let him continue as you ran your fingers through his hair. he soon reached up to your face and captured your lips into a brief kiss. it was weak due to his tiredness, but it was sweet nonetheless.

“i love you” he mutters after the kiss. he lays his head down on the pillow next to you and quickly falls asleep. you scoot over and kiss the top of his head. “i love you too” you whisper, hoping that he heard that before he passed out.

the next morning you wake up to the smell of pancakes and some noises coming from the kitchen you stretch a bit before getting outta bed and walking out of kazutora’s room. upon walking into the kitchen, you spot your boyfriend, making pancakes. boxed pancakes of course, you know that boy can’t cook on his own.

“good morning” you chimed, walking up behind him. “morning” he says turning to you. “how’d you sleep?”

you wrap your arms around him as you watch him gently flip a pancake onto its other side. “great. you?”

“same here” he replied. you guys stayed like this for a couple more minutes in peaceful silence. after a while you start to remember the events of last night. you began to chuckle a bit as you remember the things kazutora had said to you. “what is it?” he asks, thinking he must’ve messed something up while making breakfast.

“it’s nothing, it’s nothing” you answer. he turns around and place his arms on the counter behind him. you let your arms loosen around him as you both are now facing each other.

“c’mon tell me” he insists with a grin on his face. you figured that it’s best if he finally finds out about his unconscious confession.

"I heard you talking in your sleep.” you respond. his eyes widened and his face turns a light shade of pink, nervous about what embarrassing thing he might’ve said. you proceed to tell him about what he said last night and the many nights before that.

he puts his hand over his eyes and lowers his head in embarrassment. you giggle before removing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

“you’re gonna kill me one day, you know that?” he says, still not looking at you.

“that would be a great way to go out wouldn’t it?” you smirked as you grab his face gently, making him look at you.

“i hate you”

“sleepy you would beg to differ”

“shut up” he says as he seals your lips together, effectively shutting you up.

a/n: you can really tell that i gave up at the end but wtvs. also posting is most def not gonna be a regular thing. i’ll probably only do these for fun or if i feel like it.

[blackacre13]

Can you do more Carol x Therese smut? I have read all of the ones you’ve done so far and love them <3

“Scotty’s?” Therese smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Carol shrugged with a knowing look. “You know I like it here.”

“We had our first lunch here.”

“That was a date, dearest,” Carol murmured, kissing her on the cheek before taking her coat off and hanging it up outside the booth before they slipped into their respective sides.

“I didn’t know it was a date,” Therese blushed.

“It’s adorable how damn innocent you are,” the blonde smiled. “I already went ahead and ordered for us. I know you have to get back to the Times.”

“Do you?” Therese swallowed. “Because your hand on my thigh says otherwise.”

“You look stressed,” Carol whispered, her other hand finding Therese’s on the table as she squeezed it tight.

“Sure that martini will help,” Therese smiled, but her eyes were still far away. “Sorry, it’s been a mess today. You know how production days are.”

“I do, darling,” the blonde frowned sympathetically. “I’ll draw you a bath and have it waiting for when you get home. Anything I can pickup for you on the way? Anything at all.”

“Nonsense,” Therese blushed. “You’re already too good to me.”

“I’m anything but,” Carol laughed, brushing the thought away. She looked around for a moment before leaning forward towards the younger woman. “Our food will still be a few minutes. Meet me in the ladies’ room in a moment? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Carol,” Therese hissed, her eyes growing wide as she tried to tug at Carol’s blouse, but the blonde was too fast for her, disappearing away from the tables and crowd.

Therese wanted to pretend to be upset, but the truth was, she was excited. She didn’t even mind the permanent blush that had taken up residence on her nose and cheeks as she waited a moment, guzzling down half her water before almost tip-toeing towards the restrooms.

“Carol?” The brunette whispered, poking her head into the bathroom as she looked around, timid but intrigued.

There was no call or response, just red nails appearing from behind a stall door, wrapping around the edge as they danced seductively along the flame while Therese giggled, shaking her head.

“You can be naughty even without a little wine, can’t you, darling?” Carol murmured, pushing Therese up against the back of the stall door as she twisted the lock shut, Therese gasping as her back hit the door.

“Yes,” Therese nodded, her breath hitching as Carol’s cool hand slid up Therese’s leg, raking against her thigh.

“Tell me, dearest,” Carol whispered, her lips brushing along the brunette’s neck. “Do you need me to make you feel good, baby? Do you need a little release?”

“Please,” Therese squeaked, her hands tangling in Carol’s blonde curls as she tugged at them, Carol letting out a low whimper. “Please, Carol. I need you.”

“You have to be a good girl for me, alright?” The blonde murmured, fingers trailing over Therese’s panties as she nodded, biting at Carol’s shoulder so she wouldn’t make a noise as two fingers pushed inside her just right, Carol’s thumb rubbing over her swollen clit. “You’re already so wet for me, darling.”

“I—shit—“ Therese panted softly, gripping at Carol tightly as the blonde smirked down at her.

“I love how much of a mess you make for me, Therese,” Carol purred, adding another finger. “And I love imagining just how soaked you’ll be the rest of the day. A whole mess in your panties getting worse as you keep thinking about me making you feel good. Such a naughty girl.”

“Yes,” Therese moaned softly. “Fuck, Carol, baby, you feel so good.”

“Go ahead, darling,” Carol murmured, nipping at her neck. “Ask me for what you want. Tell me, dearest.”

“I—I—“

The main door opened as Carol slipped her fingers from inside Therese’s panties, putting her hand over her mouth.

“That’s too bad,” Carol smirked before sucking Therese’s fingers into her mouth. “Just as well. I’m sure our food is waiting for us. Wouldn’t want it getting cold now, would we?”

[ventismommy]

“Pets”

baal/Venti/Zhongli smut

warnings: overstim, edging, degradation, inappropriate use of visions, dom!baal

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

“I must say, I’m quite excited to have two new pets…”