#so I just took a picture that doesn't show too much of the guts

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Balloon Art Day 11

Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10

41. Crab - Ortencia

I really wanted to make something yesterday, but it wasn't coming along well, so I scrapped it. Instead, I got this crab done today! The tutorial that this piece is based on had a total of eight legs, but I wanted mine to be more true to life, with ten legs. Little did I know that this would disproportionately increase the length of time I would work on it! Apparently the choice to give it eight legs wasn't one made lightly, and the introduction of another set of legs with no other modifications makes it significantly harder to get everything lined up and in place. I also chose to skip a step in the process of putting the legs in, which would be to tie each of the middle three legs to the one on the opposite side. This would hold them more firmly in place and apply a pressure to the main body that would make it slightly more compact. I mostly held off because I was having trouble getting my fingers to do what I needed them to, but I think that it would have caused more problems than it would solve for my ten-legged design. I think it's a great touch for the original, though. Since it worked out in the end, I'm quite pleased with my variation! If it hadn't worked, I probably would have just taken out a pair of legs and held my desire for realism in check. Hopefully my next piece won't have this much delay behind it, but if I make something I like this much, I won't mind all that much how long it takes.

[macsimagines]

Ex-boyfriend & Yandere!Ran Haitani

(This is my best one guys i really like it. Please tell me what you think my ask box is open!!! Ms.Mac)

TW: Stalking, gaslighting, abuse, murder Unhinged behavior

Leaving Ran wasn't easy. He never took you seriously when you kept trying to tell him you were done.

Would still show up at your place demanding sex or somewhere to crash after partying too hard.

Its like he wasn't letting you break up with him. You kept trying to make it clear you were over it and he'd just reel you back in with empty promises and sweet lies.

But then he'd go and be an asshole and smack your ass infront of his friends or call you mean names...flirt with other girls in front of you...

You're done officially. You don't even tell him in person, just shoot him a text and move out of your apartment and out of Roppongi.

You choose to block him on all platforms, change your number, you're literally cutting out every piece of him.

Of course, you're not that lucky. It only takes a week or two but he eventually shows up at your apartment demanding to know what shit you think your pulling now.

A fight ensues, you yell and he yells then you're crying and he really thinks he's slick when he tries to hug you. But you shove him away and tell him you want out of this relationship.

The way he looks at you after that is down right unsettling, but he asks you for sex. He really does ask you for "one more unforgettable night." to seal the deal.

Despite all the red flags in your gut, you cave. Anything to get rid of Ran Haitani forever.

Its great. Its actually some of the best sex of your life. It leaves a giant hole in your chest though.

You tell him no kissing, and he actually looks like he might cry, but if he can't kiss your lips he's kissing every other part of you. He treats you like an actual partner. The way he caresses your body burns from how soft it is and the way he whispers about how much he loves you and can't live without you makes you want to cry.

You just want him to fuck you and get it over with, but, the bastard, decides that for the first time during your last time he'll actually treat you like a lover.

When it's all finished Ran lays with you for an hour. You're turned away from him waiting for him to just leave. "This it then? You ain't got shit to fuckin' say to me?"

Fighting back tears you nod. This was a mistake. You can tell from the tone in his voice.

He leans in real close right above your ear and whispers; "You're never gonna have someone like me, you'll never find what we have again. I'm gonna make sure of it, Y/N."

When he finally goes he slams the door behind him and everything in the apartment rattles with the force of it.

And you lie awake that night in fear and heartbreak because you know Ran meant what he said.

It's months before you feel normal again, you've got this weird pit in your stomach that someone's watching you and at night you can feel eyes while you sleep. Things disappear from your apartment and you're starting to feel paranoid.

But eventually your friends convince you its all in your head. Soon you start going out again and trying to meet people.

Keyword trying. It's always one date and then they ghost you, you can't even get a hookup. Maybe people can tell you have too much baggage.

Finally in desperation you go out to a bar. You've got an itch and you're hoping at least one stupid fling will officially make you move on from Ran Haitani.

You meet someone and you're too drunk to care what he looks like, you don't care that his cologne is so pungent it makes you wanna gag, you don't care that he's not even going to take you to a love hotel he's just got you in an alley, you don't care that it's not Ran.

His lips are on your neck and you close your eyes. You try to picture a handsome man, maybe an idol you saw on TV but that doesn't help at all. You pray to god he just finishes quickly but then thankfully you don't feel his lips on your skin.

For one blessed second you hope he lost interest and just left you alone. But when you open your eyes you see a literal ghost.

You almost don't recognize him with his hair dyed and cut so short but its... Ran Haitani.

He's on top of the man beating him to death. The sickening sound of his fists hitting bloodied wet skin is resonating in the alley way.

You can't even stutter out one word too terrified and shocked at the sight before you. Ran has never looked this way before. Just a snarl on his face and his eyes wide and crazed.

When he's done, after the other man has stopped making any noise, dear god is he dead, he looks at you. His eyes are blood red and unfocused. His whole body is shaking but he stumbles towards you on unsteady legs.

Finally, you get your senses a little too late, You try to make a run for it but he's grabbing you and shoving you against the wall. His bloody hands on either side of your face looking you dead in the eyes.

You get a good look at him, the hair isn't the only thing that's changed he doesn't look like he's slept in weeks.

"That's fuckin' it, Y/N," he whispers, voice cracking, "Thats enough, no more of this breakup shit. You hear me, Y/N? DO YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME?"

You nod, frantically. Tears streaming down your face. You're shaking too scared to fight back.

"Fuckin' cheating. Never thought you would baby, can't believe you'd do this me." He holds you tight in a hug the blood all over him smearing on you as well.

"My own fault. Should'a stuck by closer. You needed the attention, my own fuckin' fault." he kisses the side of your head and you can barely breath with how tight he's holding you.

"Shaking like a leaf. Fucker scared you. He got what he deserved, touchin' you like that. Pretty baby."

You're shivering and sniffling because Ran is what's scaring you, but you don't dare tell him that with his deranged rambling.

"I'll do better, baby, I'll treat you good this time. No one's gonna take you from me..."

Darkness fills your vision and you realize that Ran just knocked you out. Before you're completely unconscious you hear him say something he's only ever said once or twice.

"I love you..."

[cosmicanemoia]

Caged Hearts

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

After one too many failed and traumatic relationships you gave up giving love chances but then you met her. The one who you'd tear the walls you've built for, Melissa Schemmenti.

You're good at reading people. Their motives, true colors, and what they would do in a given situation or certain situations. Safe to say you're never wrong, except when you fell for them, and when love comes to picture, that's a whole different story.

Love blinds you. It makes you uncertain about things you are certain about. Though, you give it a chance, lots of chance, but then they break, and break, then break you even more. You decided not to give love a chance any more, "never again" you promised to yourself, but you got sent to Abbott Elementary as their new academic coordinator by the government (the last one quitting because the pay is low and the school doesn't have much budget) and you met a hot headed red head. "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti" you recall her introducing herself to you and your heart bangs your ribs wanting to be let out.

"What are you doing here? You have a kid here? What's you're name?" Melissa bombarded you with question but you were too stunned to speak. "Hey kid, why are you here?" The world kid pulled you out of your trance "sorry, I was too stunned by your beauty I could not form words or sentences for a moment" you said which made her took a step back not believing what she just heard, looking around checking if its real, you saw her response and you complimented the woman beside her who you've come to know as Barbara, but not in a flirty way "You're very beautiful too, Ma'am" you said as you slightly bow your head down to her "such a gentle woman, thanks, dear" Barbara nudge Melissa with her elbow "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti. Second grade teacher" she introduced herself and Barbara did too and gives you a hug out of nowhere, Janine joined in, and you cleared your throat after a few seconds making them back out. Jacob introduces himself and Gregory did as well.

Ava reached her hand out to you and say "Principal Ava Coleman. Are you too stunned by my beauty that you can't form words again?" Before you could response Janine butted in "Do you think I'm beautiful too?" You just smiled at her and nod. Melissa introduces the man who came to took the trash but you already know him so you greeted him "Hi! Mr. Johnson" "Oh hey, bye" Mr. Johnson replied and went. Ava inquire "you already knew him?" "Yes. It seemed that I went here too early, he showed me around. He's a funny guy" you said and Melissa replied "Oh yes. I have a guy for everything and he's my funny guy. He's also my plumber guy" "you have a guy for everything-- that's so cool" you said and your casual attitude change into your business attitude, you clear your throat covering your mouth with your closed fist and say "Principal Coleman, can we talk in private?" "Sure come by my office, we could do more than talk there" the principal said and you just laugh nervously "ok"

"That poor woman" Barbara commented after you're out of sight "she seem to like what's going on" Melissa replied and Barbara gave her a warning look "I didn't mean it Barbs" Melissa explained.

The moment your eyes meet hers, you felt something. When she showed you kindness, you know she'll give you a lot of trouble, so you took a deep breath and starts building a wall around her, which you willingly take down every now and then, you keep your guard up, but not even the strongest soldier can keep their guard up if someone they might "love" asks to bring them down. That word makes you hurl, makes you want to vomit, even when you just thought of it for a second, so you try very hard not to.

Your heart, mind, and guts is telling you the same thing, that she's actually a good person, that she genuinely care, but you know you have feelings for her, so maybe not. You know it's wrong to think that, but you just can't help but second guess anyone you have feelings for, especially when they're so kind.

Melissa is tough, speaks her mind. She tried to hide her softness, and you think she just needed a hug.

You flirt but you never commit. You let yourself feel something, but you quickly take a step back whenever you feel it could lead to something more.

What may be a harmless and a little mischievous flirting for you, sometimes might have lead to someone being led on.

Melissa and Barbara were at their usual table, while Janine, Gregory, and Jacob were in the table just behind the duo. Ava barges in, flipping her hair from side to side, with a gorgeous woman in tow, she's about your age, everyone thinks so. Ava and the other woman scans the room, obviously looking for someone who is not yet there.

"Who's she?" Melissa inquired, speaking everyone's mind. Ava looks at the woman "I don't remember. But she's looking for Y/N, said she's her girlfriend" Ava looked at Melissa when she said the word 'girlfriend', Melissa crosses her arms on her chest and let's out a quiet scoff only her friend could hear.

"Oh, Hi!" Janine squealed "You're so beautiful" she said with so much enthusiasm, it made Ava's eyes roll to the back of her head in annoyance. "Makes sense. You're both hot and beautiful" Jacob commented then Gregory raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement. "What's your name, dear?" Barbara asked and before the woman could answer, you open the door and walks in while your eyes are fixated on the food you were holding. Halfway in the room, you notice the silence, and you halt, you look up and look around, you narrowed your eyes, waiting for someone to tell you what's going on, you open your mouth to ask something but Melissa beat you to it "You just walk past your girlfriend" "I don't--" your reply is interrupted when someone suddenly give you a back hug, you flinched and tried to escape, but your reaction time is so slow, now your trapped.

"You're Y/N, right? I saw your pictures, you look more amazing in person" you turn to face her and push her away softly, you took a few step backwards to distance yourself from the beautiful stranger "I'm sorry but who are you?" "Don't you know your girlfriend?" You look at Melissa, confused by her question 'what girlfriend?' You think to yourself and you smirk at her understanding what's going on 'is she jealous?' You asked yourself and you scoff internally at the thought, slightly amused. "I don't have a girlfriend" you defended "I'm Jade. And we have a date" Jade said "Oh. Jade. You're the one they set me up with" you said thinking back on your silly friends "Yes, that's me. Didn't you see my picture?" She confirmed "I didn't bother to look. I thought they were bluffing.-- So, you're my date, not my girlfriend" you said and it relieves Melissa a little. "Yes and no. We'll go on a date, I'll end up in your bed, and I'll be your good little girlfriend in no time" Jade said and you just reply "Uh huh" "being your date and being your girlfriend is basically the same thing" she added, and Melissa scoffs in response, Barbara enjoying her friends reaction to the conversation, you say firmly "it is most certainly not" Melissa chuckled at your statement.

A few hours later you went to the date, after less than twenty minutes during the date you confronted the woman that you are not looking for a relationship, she understood, and you both ended up being friends.

You went in early to school and went to the teacher's lounge to make something to drink, there is only one other person in. You see Melissa drinking something, looking at something on her phone, you didn't bother her and just went to the vending machine. Melissa looks up and see you getting an energy bar from the machine, "How's your girlfriend?" Melissa teased and you tease back "I won't know if you don't tell me. How are you my baby?" You sit next to her, on her right, not wanting to sit on her best friends place looking at Melissa with puppy eyes and she just scoffs at you. "How's your good little girlfriend?" She paraphrased, it sounded like a mock. "FYI. She did not become my 'good little girlfriend' nor did she end up in my bed. And I was not looking forward to be her girlfriend, although, a beautiful woman wanting to end up in my bed sounds promising" you replied trying to convince no one, making Melissa's heart warm and swell up, she's now grinning ear to ear "Dinner. My place, just you and me"

This time the flirting got too much, you don't know how it happened, Melissa invited you to dinner. DINNER! at her house! Just the two of you. Then your vision blur and your face turn red.

"Now that's a good one" you point and nod at her "If that's a real offer I would decline, but it wasn't, so, sure. I'll play along" you added "I'm not kidding yah, kid. Let's have dinner" Melissa defended "Oh, so I'm a kid now, that's not what you were calling me earlier, baby" a smirk starts to show on your face. She just stares at you and you decline "I can't. I have a thing" Melissa's ego is bruised a little "You have a flipping thing so you can't. Okay. That's totally understandable" she said sarcastically and looks at you with a straight face "Yes. Thanks. Maybe some other time, we should invite the others as well" you declined again and she's just sitting there with an unreadable expression on her face, but you're getting the vibe that she wants to beat you up, hearing her in your head saying 'you don't know who you're messing with', you see her looking away from you "Sorry, babe. I swear I have a thing so I can't" Melissa rolled her eyes and scoffs at you "Whatever kid. Just admit that you won't have dinner with me because you truly think I'm too old for you" She looks down to hide her smirk, pretending to be sad. "What? That's not--" you were interrupted "Sure, kid. Whatever helps you sleep at night" Melissa's smirk grew wider and wider, she knew what she's doing and you have not yet catch up on it.

She's guilting you into saying yes, and with those eyes, now looking at you with so much anticipation, how could you say no 'it's just a friendly dinner and nothing more' you said to yourself but you know deep down, in your caged heart, it is something more.

"Fine. I'll have dinner with you, at your house" you finally cave in. Melissa looks up to look at you, the smirk she had, have turned into a wide grin, making you suddenly realise what she just did. "Come by my place at six" Melissa proudly said, so you try to burst her bubble "I see what you did there" but ended up kind of complimenting her, "I'll show you some more on our dinner date" Melissa said which made your eyes grow wide, not by her showing you 'more', but by her saying its a dinner date  "I don't doubt that for even a second-- so, it's  a date, huh-" you said and she shakes her head "what do you think it is?" She asked, you answer "like not a date, just something" you shrug "you're seriously so thick" she told you "oh my, thank you for the compliment. I could certainly say the same thing about you" she rolled her eyes, sick of you playing the fool, she sighed, and someone enter the room, bursting their bubbles and bringing them back to reality.

You are now in your lonesome trying clothes to wear for your date with Melissa. You applaud her for how she played you, but you can't believe how you let yourself be played and how you play along, how would you let her play you. 'Ah, shit. Here we go again' you told yourself before leaving your place.

You are now sitting infront of Melissa, eating her delicious home cooked meal.

"Why'd that beautiful woman didn't end up in your bed?" Melissa asked out of the blue "Eh, she's too young for me, and she's not my type" you answered her "too young? She's literally your age" she scoffed "exactly, too young, for me at least" you replied "What's your type, then?" You look up from your food already meeting her gaze, you almost blurted 'you' but you didn't, you describe her instead "short tempered, red head, leather wearing woman, who's great at cooking, uses her said 'old age' into making people to come have dinner with her. You know anybody like her?" She scoffs and tries to hide the red on her face that is now matching the red of her hair. After a minute of composing herself she finally answers your question "No. I don't think I do, but I know a guy who knows a guy who might" "of course you do"

You burst out laughing and the sound of your laughter warms and lights Melissa's house, she watch at the sight infront of her thinking 'I would love to get used to this' "I have something to say" she said way too loudly, the neighbors can hear, you look at her, willing and ready to listen "I'm all yours" you said with a sultry voice, Melissa sighed and thinks 'I wish' to herself.

"I've always keep people at arms length. Especially the people I find hot and am attracted to-- I flirt here and there, sometimes even date, but never something more, something real" you listen intently to every word she said, thinking to yourself 'same', you  and Melissa simultaneously took a deep breath and she continues "But you... You. When I met you, and get to really know you, somehow my walls came crashing down on me, but it didn't hurt- not even a little bit. I'm just glad. Glad that you came in to my life, glad that you took the walls down, and super glad to have asked you to have dinner with me. I'm so grateful that I get to hear your laugh and see your smile, and its because of me" the tears that have been falling from her eyes earlier, only got notice now that she's finished her speech, she brought her hands to wipe her tears and eventually cover her face "I'm sorry-" "stop" you commanded her and she followed.

You stand up from your seat and walk towards her, you hugged her. The warm of your embrace made Melissa hum in response. A couple of minutes later you break the hug and cup her cheeks, wiping some tears away using your tumb "you stole my line, you thief" you said and it made her chuckle "what do you mean? you won't know when I steal from you" you wanted to say 'I know. Cause you've stolen my heart long ago but I only notice earlier, when I saw you crying' but you didn't, instead you just say "I mean I was supposed to say that because that's exactly how I feel as well-- Everything you just said, all of it. Me too--"

You pulled each other into a kiss, your mouths working as one. Each minute the kiss starts to deepen. It gets sloppier every couple of seconds. The desperation, the passion, and the hunger, sated by each others tongue on the others' mouth.

"Why have we waited this long to do this?" Melissa asked out of breath "because we're both traumatised by our past relationships. --And we're both idiots" you replied, also out of breath and then kiss each other again.

You both pulled out of the kiss needing oxygen and when you get your fill you get back to kissing each other desperately. Hands wandering and exploring the bodies that is not their own.

You're both out of breath again "Wanna take this to my bedroom?" Melissa said panting, you nodded and she took your hand, kissing each other while walking over to the bedroom.

After making love with each other, one or two times. You're now spooning each other. "If you tell anyone about this, I know a guy who will make you regret it" she threatened you "I won't Ms. Schemmenti" you said in a slow and a grade schooler manner, teasing her "You're secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone, that you're the little spoon" you shower her face with kisses "also, you're not very threatening in this position" you added and she scoff "Yeah, Right"

In the morning, you wake up with someone laying her head on top of your chest. You smile at the sight of red strand of hairs in front of your face. There's still some doubt and worries, but for Melissa, you don't care if she'd end up hurting you. You're only focusing in the now, not dwelling back when and then, just thankful for the present.

Her alarm rang and she wokes up, " I hate Monday mornings " she said groggily "good thing it's a Sunday morning then" you said certainly "No. It's monday" she said less groggily, you check your phone for the date and saw that it's indeed Monday, sighing in defeat you say "I better get going then" "what?" Melissa asked, now looking at you "I need to go, I need to shower and change clothes" you told her and she say "you could do that here, I'll lend you some of my clothes, we could shower together" you hummed at the thought of her last sentence "we can't, we'll be late" Melissa rolled her eyes and stands up from the bed "fine. Go take a shower first, I'll find some clothes for you to wear, and I'll cook us breakfast" "Roger that miss Schemmenti"

You ride with her on the way to school. You're both earlier than anyone as usual, or so you thought, you walk in the teacher's lounge hand in hand not noticing someone is there, Melissa kissed you and the person cleared their throat, which made Melissa jump "Shit. Barb. You scared the hell out me--" she looks at you seeing you with a grin on your face "why didn't you say anything?" "I was but I can't, your tongue was in my mouth" you replied.

"Everyone pay up" Barbara announced when everyone is in the room Melissa took her wallet out of her bag and you check your pockets "What for?" Melissa asked "Not you two" Barbara replied and it hit you, they've placed bets. You smile and nod your head.

"No, they didn't" Ava said, not wanting to pay. Barbara replied "They very much did, I saw it with my own two eyes earlier. If that is not enough proof, look at Y/N, she's literally wearing Melissa's clothes" Everyone looks at you and their eyes widened "you didn't" Jacob said to you and you just nod and grinned in response. "We very much did" Melissa confirmed.

Janine, Ava, Jacob, Gregory, and even Mr. Johnson placed their twenties on Barbara's palm. You raised your eyes at Melissa and then it hit her " You placed bets on us? Why didn't you tell me so I could join in" You just shake your head at her with a smile on your face.

[waterfallofspace]

could u do prompts 42, 50, 58, 64 for kiribaku? tysm

Hi~ Yes I can, I'm so sorry it took so long!!

I love them so much, they're such cuties in the show, but it's my first time attempting them so I hope it's alright~!

All characters are 18+ (picture early 20’s) Pro Hero AU. 

2.1k words, prompts 42, 50, 58, and 64, story under cut!

42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.”  50. “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.” 58. “Was it worth being out in the snow/rain like that?” 64. Mission in the rain.

(References to swearing, coughing, and mild violent intention [nothing actually happens], in case anyone doesn't like those!)

~~~~~ “Another?”

Kirishima pauses his stride, eyes turning back to witness a cold in all its miserable glory. Standing behind him with one hand pressed to his face, the other forming a fist at his side, Bakugou just gasps. A palm scrubs at his nose as he attempts to shoot daggers at Kirishima, failing gloriously as his nose takes control. 

“hH’RRSSHhh’aa-! hH’yiEZShh’aa-!” 

“Bless you. A double that time!”

“Shut your face before I shut it for you.”

“I told you we should’ve stay-”

“Don’t you dare finish thhhaaa… that sentence.” 

“I could have called in Kaminari, or Sero, or anyone who isn’t dying from a cold- one that’s definitely gonna turn into pneumonia if we stay in this weather.” 

Under any other circumstance that kind of comment would have Kirishima dodging a blast aimed near his gut. Today though, the mixture of the rain soaking through Bakugou’s already shivering form and the head cold he refuses to admit results in another glare, and a few curses under his breath. Kirishimi offers a shrug in return, starting to walk backwards with striking precision. 

Trailing behind, Bakugou’s eyes start to gloss over, his rhythm falling out of balance as he raises a hand to knuckle his nose. The action was apparently a mistake, breath catching at the touch and fist opening to catch his nose as he ducks to the side. A breath hisses out from Kirishima’s teeth in response, hand instinctively clutching Bakugou’s shoulder to study him. Much to his surprise, the grip isn’t avoided, instead the hand not otherwise occupied reaches up to clasp his fingers. 

“hH’RRUSHH’aa-! ah’KECHhh’aa-! 

“Bless you. Another double! Adding that to the tally, you’ve sneezed ten times today.”

“Thanks for counting, hedgehog hair.”

“Hey- just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me!” 

“I’m not sihh… fucking- eh’yieEZSSHhh’aa-!”

“Eleven. Bless you.”

Their conversation quickly gets cut off as Bakugou curls into himself with a cough rattling from his chest. It’s entirely too harsh, his footing getting tripped up as he manages to lean against a wall to keep upright. Kirishima finds himself frozen, wanting to reach out, but unsure if the uninitiated contact would make it worse. ‘He can be clingy when he wants affection, but only if he initiates it.’ The choice is made for him when Bakugou’s hand finds its way to his arm.

It’s a small movement, the coughing never ceasing and no gaze being cast his way. Still, Kirishima understands it for what it is. An invitation. Reaching down he lightly brushes the soaked hair from Bakogou’s face, rubbing circles on his back as he hums soothing nothings. He’s not sure what words are being said, if any at all. Bakugou can’t tell either, but they both know whatever they are, they won’t stop.

Finally the rasping seems to be coming to an end, shaky inhales bringing air back into Bakugou’s lungs. Kirishima responds in kind by letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, meeting Bakugou’s watery gaze. It’s broken when Kirishima raises a hand to ruffle the blonde hair, getting a low growl in response, laced with a whimper they both choose to ignore as they start to continue the patrol.

“That was intense, are you alright?”

“Fine-”

“Yikes… That sounded rough. Sore throat?”

“No. hhH- heH’ZESHh’aa-! Ow… Fine. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, so quit looking at me like that!” 

“L- like what? Bless you by the way.”

“Like I’m some kicked puppy you found on the street.” 

A blush starts to spread over Kirishima, mercifully hidden by the red tint the freezing rain had already carved on his cheeks. One that matches the hue around Bakugou’s nose as he scrubs at it again. Sniffling harshly, a light cough spills out from his lungs. This time, much to their shared relief, the irritation passes swiftly. ‘We’re almost back on our street. Technically we finish patrol once we make it to the agency, but considering-’

“hh’RRUSHH’aa-!”

“Bless you.”

‘-I think they’ll let it slide. Besides, Bakugou is one of the best workers there, second only to Midoriya. He has sick days piled up. They’ll probably be relieved he finally took one.’ Satisfied with his conclusion, Kirishima slowly begins switching direction, starting the path home instead of towards the agency. One glance back at Bakugou confirms he isn’t coherent enough to tell. His hands are still pressed to his face, shivers running through his body despite the obvious attempts to suppress them. 

“huhh… haH’DYIEZShh’aa-!”

“Bless you.” 

“Shut up.” 

The statement would be harsher if the sniffle that follows didn’t sound so pathetic. Searching his pockets, Kirishima manages to find a few loose tissues that aren’t soaked by the rain. Balling them up, he places them in Bakugou’s hand with a smile that shines through to his eyes. It’s not returned, but the look of desperate thanks that Bakugou gives him is close enough. 

A few more blocks pass before Bakugou finally catches on, shooting Kirishima a deep glare as a growl scrapes out. Kirishima pretends not to notice, humming lightly as he continues on their journey, only turning towards Bakugou when he begins to speak, breath catching sharply before he can get the sentence out.

“Are we heH-” 

“We’re going home. Bless you!”

“heDT’RSHH’aa-! ERRUSHhh’aa-!”

“Bless.” 

“You said that already dumbass.”

“Well, you sneezed twice, so you needed another blessing.”

“We’re not going home. I don’t need your fucking pity-”

“Wow, way to assume it’s all about you! Really is ‘the Bakugou show’ in that head of yours, isn’t it? For your information, I’m actually really cold, and I want to change out of these wet clothes.” 

It’s a lie, and he knows it. More than that, he knows Bakugou knows it too. Despite that, there’s a mutual understanding not to acknowledge this. Instead, much to their shared surprise, Bakugou lets his fists open, rubbing his arms as another chill shakes his core. When he finally speaks, his voice is softer, a tone normally reserved for when they’re at home. 

“Okay. But only because I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“Too, you say?”

“Shut up before I make you!”

“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Don’t explode at me.”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“The grin you’re hiding says I am!” 

Bakugou’s eyebrows knit together, the glare being undercut by a sharp smile creeping along the corners of his mouth. Letting a chuckle ripple through the air, Kirishima leans in and plants a kiss on his forehead. A wince follows as the heat clings to his lips despite the intense cold surrounding them. With the confirmation of a fever, Kirishima finds himself rushing more than before, practically dragging Bakugou along behind him. 

“en’DTSHhh’aa-! heh- hh’erRSHHH’aa-!”

“More blessings.”

“Shut it.”

Ignoring the sharp tone, Kirishima pulls open the lobby door, lightly kicking Bakugou inside. He receives a grunt in response as Bakugou scans the room, a habit he’s formed since becoming a pro. The temperature change is noticeable, and Kirishima doesn’t miss Bakugou doubling over once more, pinching his nose shut as his scan revealed other people waiting for the elevator. 

“heh’TNZTT’ehh-! Oh fuck… hahH-! hH’DZZJT’uhh-!”

“Bless you. Over here.”

“Wha- hh’DNGT’ehh-!”

“Bless again. Stairs. Do- do you think you can…”

“Yes I can climb the fucking stairs.”

“Just checking~!” 

A rush pulses through Kirishima’s chest as Bakugou attempts to shed the water from his hair, resulting in shaking his head in a way that Kirishima can’t help but adore. ‘He’s like a dog… but… a really cute one! A puppy- yeah… I can never let him know I thought that. He’d blow me sky high.’ But before he has a chance to dwell on all the ways Bakugou might explode him, (it can get creative at times) his arm stretches, being dragged towards the stairs. 

They only make it up two flights before Bakugou begins to pant. An alarming sound as it mixes with the slight catch in his breath that he can’t seem to shake. Kirishima reaches a hand to his back, unsure what he exactly plans to do, but wanting to offer some comfort. Through the laboured inhales, Bakugou shoots him a cocky smile, Kirishima responding by rolling his eyes. 

Soon they reach their floor (six) Bakugou pushing through the door and finding himself leaning against the wall. He has to fight the urge to sink right to the floor, another cough breaking through the huffing breaths. Kirishima tilts his head, worry melting into playfulness as he watches the scene unfold.

“Was it worth being out in the rain like that?” 

“I don- eH’KNRshh’aa-!”

“Bless you!”

“Shut up.” 

“We’re almost there. D- do you need me to-”

“hah’RRZZSHH’aa!”

“Bless you again. Here, lean against me.”

Bakugou grunts in response, aiming a glare at the wall as he follows the instructions, shifting his weight into Kirishima’s waiting arms. A small sigh escapes at the touch, his head starting to drift down to his chest as his eyes flutter shut.

“Come on, you gotta stay awake. We’re almost home. Strong as I am, I’m not eager to actually carry you."

“Shht up ya ‘xtra.” 

The shivers start to pass through them both as the warm air from their apartment seems to sting through the damp mess of fabric clinging to their skin. Leaning Bakugou against the wall, Kirishima runs into the bedroom to grab a towel and a pair of sweats. Heading back he notices the way Bakugou stands straighter when he enters the room.

“Take these and get in the shower. Don’t do your usually burning hot one either, just warm. That’ll remove some of the cold from your skin, and maybe from your chest too-”

“I’m not sick.”

“I think we’re well past denial.”

Growling lightly, Bakugou nods, a small amount of relief flooding his eyes as he presses the towel to his face briefly to muffle a new round of coughs. As it finishes, he heads off towards the bathroom, Kirishima letting relief fill his own chest as the shower turns on. Turning around he grabs the kettle, starting to look through the cupboards for the tea. ‘The kitchen is his domain, I don’t usually get to look in here. Where would he put- oh! Found it.’

He places the kettle on the stove and the tea bags on the counter, pausing for a moment as a chill runs down his back. ‘Oh right. I should probably change too. Don’t want to be miserable the rest of the day, he’s got enough of that for both of us.’ The shower’s not running but the door is still closed, so Kirishima finds himself changing in the bedroom. Once he returns to the kitchen he finds Bakugou leaning against the fridge.

“You look better.”

“Snff- I said I snfff- was fine, didn’t I?”

“Baby, you’re all sniffly. That’s not exactly ‘fine’.” 

A blush spreads rapidly across his cheeks at the nickname, Kirishima unable to prevent the laughter that bubbles up through his chest. Bakugou glares, but the deep red tint dampens its effectiveness a little. ‘I bet that’s something only I know. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is actually a softie when it comes to cuddly things, as long as we’re alone.’ 

“What are you staring at?”

“Oh nothing. Just your pink little nose.”

“Eh?! Oh you- hehH-!”

“Bless you.”

“I ha- hahh… haven’t… keh’DNZTT’uhhh-!”

“Don’t stifle them.”

“M- make… mahhh… make me- heH’KNT’ehh-!” 

Bakugou seems to realize the mistake just a moment too late. Desperation floods his face as his nose twitches violently, hand raising to knuckle it. It’s to no avail, his eyes starting to water over with the ferocity of the tickle. A triple pours out, piling over each other in a breathless cascade.

“huHhh-! hH’RRRSHH-YIEZSHH’aa-! hH’RRUHZSHH’aa-!”

“This time I am saying I told you so.” 

“------...”

“What? Didn’t quite catch that.” 

Gaze never leaves the floor as Bakugou begins to repeat the words, his cheeks darkening at an almost alarming rate. The tone is soft, gentle, and would almost be called a whine if it came from anyone else. 

“You didn’t bless me…” 

Kirishima wouldn’t be able to hold off the laughter if he wanted to. Which, he doesn’t. Bakugou growls under his breath, eyes lifting from the floor to point a glare at the convulsing man barely able to keep upright with laughter. Silencing the glare with a kiss, Kirishima lets their foreheads rest together for a moment, murmuring his answer. 

“Bless you, Katsuki.”

The sigh that follows is full of unguarded relief, Bakugou letting his head dip down into Kirishima’s chest, purring as his hair gets a gentle stroking. The kettle soon sounds, Bakugou reaching and clicking off the heat without moving his head from its position. Kirishima’s arms remain protectively draped across his back, one hand in his hair tracing circles.

One of the most explosive heroes letting a gentle touch envelope him. One of the toughest heroes bathing in the softness of the response. But that’s not what they are, not now. Right here they’re just two people sharing a moment of pure love.

[ofhope]

— Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 5 (+Royal) Verse.

I'm going to make this rebloggable so I can add onto it in the future, but I please ask personals not to reblog it, at least not until it's at its final form! Thank you for wanting to, though!

Twenty, although isn't far behind in age with Rise. His twenty-first hits before the game ends.

Out-and-proud bisexual. While Kanji still wishes for his identity to not be fussed over, he does want it to be known: he "doesn't want to waste time with assholes who care too much about what he does," and "doesn't have time for shitheads who ignore him" because of it. AKA: He loves himself for who he is. If you don't... bye.

Still lives in Inaba, but does travel to Shibuya to sell some of his custom items, at his mother's insistence. With internet now being more widespread, he also runs an in-universe equivalent of an Etsy store, but finds that he makes the most cash setting up a pop-up shop around the streets of Tokyo.

Still keeps in touch with the Investigation Team, most prominently Chie and Teddie. His relationship with Yosuke has gotten significantly better, and although their paths don't cross as often, they now have a more amicable relationship as compared in the early days of 4. He still has something of a crush on Naoto, but has since brought many-a-folk come to meet his ma'. That said, during 5, he has no set relationship. His home-screen will always be the picture they took just before Yu departed Inaba.

Kanji, while not a Confidant, can be bought from, and his gifts are meant to be given to Confidants; and if equipped as an accessory instead, grant a valuable Strength boost (and if used for Joker, +an additional Guts boost). These accessories also show up on their respective character model.

Still, somewhat, suffers with self-esteem. It's nowhere near as bad as whenever he was fifteen, but he still struggles sometimes.

If Rise's bodyguards either don't show up for duty or she's cut a few loose, he's always down to take their place. He also wears a lot of her merch, because that's his friend, dammit.

Works out, but not to the point of being known for it. Kanji's always been a strong guy, but he doesn't mind being stronger. On top of this, he has full sleeves on both arms, the left's centerpiece - of course - involving a new variation of the skull tattoo he, formerly, used to draw on every other day with sharpie.

He also has an I ♥ Mom tattoo, and an I ♥ Teddie tattoo... the second one was a drunken dare, and he wasn't gonna call it off.

[eternalwritess]

Hi! If they're still open I was wondering if I could have a romantic hazbin hotel match up? If not, no worries, just ignore.... I don't do this a lot so I'm kinda nervous....

Im Demisexual, and heterosexual. I go by she/her. My zodiac sign is Cancer

Im really closed off when you first meet me but when you get to know me I'm really outgoing and wierd.....

I like collecting things that I have no actual use for. Like pop tabs, or funko pops. I've also been wanting to collect more rubber ducks ever since I've seen the show (blame the king of hell). Before I even knew what the show was I already had like 4 rubber ducks. For absolutely no reason. However, I love cats, they're my favorite animals. I have tons of cat related things it's getting out of hand.

Generally I'm a very emotional person. It takes a lot for me to act the way I do in public and by the time I get home I get really tired.... Im pretty depressed most of the time, which doesn't help with anything when I have small collections because I don't clean up right away due to lack of energy.

I love all types of music, and have been a singer since I was a kid. I went through 7 years of choir, and only a year of music lessons on the side. I'm currently going to college for a fine arts major and I enjoy drawing a lot. I also make jewelry and tend to give the things I make to people as presents for holidays or just for fun.

My sleep schedule is complete shit and I'm tired a lot. I have major anxiety so when I get too tired or depressed to do anything my brain yells at me. It's so fun...

Thats all I can think of with this....

Again, if you're not doing these anymore just ignore! Don't stress yourself out too much...

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓢𝓲𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼!

Your first meeting with him was most likely at the hazbin hotel! Not on purpose you might've gotten lost and he noticed and started trying to help you

Turns out you didn't really know where you were going since you were a new arrival in hell! So you ended up staying at the hazbin hotel!

You would start collecting random things every now and then around the hotel like your funko pops or some ducks that you found laying around outside Charlie's room and he would notice and give them to you whenever he would find some more

This would start a conversation between you two

"I found sssome more to add to your collection dear!"

He was most likely very shy at first but soon started to man up and began giving you more and more things. He's a huge gift giver so that's also a plus

He'll end up most likely collecting things with you and you both might even end up starting up a collection together!

You and him love cats (just look at him and keekee :) )

You both get along with keekee a lot and play with her and sometimes go out with her when Charlie is too busy to do so and Vaggie can't

You both are some of her favorite residents at the hotel :)

You most likely have a few photos with just you, him and keekee saved on your phone or in your room. (Charlie has one with the three on you in the lobby just because she thought it was adorable)

"Isssn't that jussst a lovely picture of usss!"

He loves that you're emotional because he can't really be with someone who's not. He needs someone who can understand him in terms of emotion and I feel like you fill the role pretty well

When you get too tired to clean up your collections he will be more than glad to do it for you. He'll even clean your room from time to time if its really bad or if you get sick

"Get well sssoon my dear!"

I also feel like you two would get along pretty well since you both have an artsy side to you him with his gadgets and you with drawings and music

Sometimes he'll take inspiration from your drawings and make a machine from that

That's actually kinda how he confessed. He probably saw you drawing something and then made a machine that opened up and said 'Will you go out with me?' it took him a lot of guts (and wing-manning from angel) but he finally did it and was ecstatic when you said yes

He loves to hear you sing and will always encourage it especially when he's working

"Can you sssing thissss?"

He's never really had a singing voice but he'll always try and sing with you from time to time

Whenever you give him jewelry of some kind he'll keep it forever and always wear some piece of it. Necklace, bracelet, earrings, you name it and he'll wear it.

He'll also help you fix your sleep schedule every now and then :)

[anotherdayinchuckletown]

Max Shaw Headcanons (General + Relationship)

(tw: mentions of drug use, alcohol, and child abuse)

General

First of all, Max is short for Maxwell. Gets so flustered when someone refers to him by his full name.

Nine years younger than Al. He was what some would call a "happy accident."

He was always really outgoing and energetic, ever since he was little. When he took his first steps, he didn't walk, he RAN.

He has ADHD (no, I'm not projecting shhh). Didn't do very well in school, but not because he wasn't smart, he just couldn't remember to get his assignments in on time. Favorite subject was English (he actually really enjoys reading), least favorite was math.

Was the favorite child. He got his fair share of beatings from his father, especially when he would fall behind in school, but Al definitely took the brunt of it as the elder brother.

MOMMA'S BOY. Took her death when he was twelve extremely hard. Things started going downhill after that for him; he acted out more, and she wasn't around to defend him from his father, and Al could only do so much. He started getting "punished" more frequently.

Started shoplifting cigarettes from corner stores when he was fourteen. Weed came a little later, around seventeen.

The Big One (cocaine) started in college. He was there on a track scholarship, but he got caught with it during his senior year and lost the funding. Unfortunately had to drop out as a result.

Heavy drinker, but not enough for it to be an issue. Partial to whiskey (he thinks it's classy) and shitty frat boy beers. VERY insecure about his slight beer gut.

Found Samson on the side of the road in Durango one day, adopted him on the spot. Loves that dog with all his heart.

As y'all know, I hc that Max also has supernatural gifts. He has dreams similar to Gwen, but he just thinks they're your run-of-the-mill night terrors. Uses the coke partially to stay awake so he doesn't experience them.

Really, truly loves his brother. Secretly worries about him a lot, hates the fact that he spends all that time alone in their childhood home with those creepy masks their father collected. Part of him is so scared that Al resents him for getting the better end of the deal in their upbringing, he just wants so badly to be a good brother I'm gonna make myself cry oh my god

Relationship

This man falls in love FAST and HARD. Don't smile at him too kindly, or he'll start imagining your lives together.

Because he gets attached so easily, he unfortunately gets taken advantage of pretty often. 80% of his money troubles is his tendency to attract unsavory women looking for a meal ticket.

He's bi, he just doesn't know it.

If you're in a committed relationship with him, he will not shut up about you. To anyone. Ever. He's pulling pictures of you out of his wallet to show people, he can't help it, he's just so proud of you!!

He will really want you to get along with his brother, so RIP to you I guess (jk, Al would tolerate you for Max's sake, but you better not make one wrong move)

Love language is gifts and physical touch.

Always buying you extravagant gifts he probably can't really afford like jewelry and fancy dinners and such, no matter how much you tell him not to. He wants to spoil you!!

Also, constantly touching you in some form or fashion. Walking down the street? He's either holding your hand, or has an arm around your waist. Sitting down on the couch? He and Samson are BOTH all over you.

Speaking of Samson, will be jealous if you cuddle his dog more than him. Make him jealous, he's adorable when he pouts.

One of his favorite pastimes is snuggling up on the couch and watching a movie with you. What kind? Doesn't matter, he's not picky!!

Musicals? He's practically out of his seat during the songs. Romance? Man's not afraid to cry. Horror? He'll say he's protecting you by wrapping his arms around you, but he's pretty much crawling into your lap before long.

Overall, best trainwreck clingy boyfriend, 10000/10

[tiannasfanfic]

Catharsis: Chapter 3

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Story Summary: Based on true events, a reader insert story. An abusive relationship has finally ended for reader, but the ex soon turns into a stalker. While you're trying to deal with it on your own, your coworkers can tell something is up.

Author Notes: I am posting Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 at the same time so it doesn't leave you all on an anxiety inducing cliffhanger. It gets heavy in these two chapters.

Chapter Word Count: 2,345 (Not sure how I managed that one.😆)

Tag List (comment to be added): @pansinspace @uncle-eggy

CW: Psychological abuse and stalking.

Chapter 3: (Crossposted to AO3)

It was a free weekend for the team. The last mission went off without a hitch and had wrapped up nicely, so no overtime to do additional paperwork had been needed. The debrief on the new mission wasn’t for another week, provided nothing came up between now and then. It was a rare occurrence, a free weekend followed by an easy week. Rather than make any plans together, everyone decided to do their own thing. Most Saturday evenings, the team usually went out together to their favorite hangout, O’Rourke’s Sports Bar. You hadn’t started going with them yet since the breakup, though you did plan on it once everything with your ex was finally done and settled. You didn’t go before the breakup because…well, the one time you did go, you learned it was just easier to stay at home. You ex preferred you to be at home so he could ignore you rather than you go out and possibly have fun.

On weekends when there was no team outing, everyone ended up posting to the group chat frequently throughout the day. After your first ninety days were up and you hadn’t run away screaming yet, Harcourt had added you to the 11th Street Kids chat. John explained the significance of it to you since that was before your time with them had started. That was your official herald that you were now a part of the team. Usually, you contributed to chat just as much as anyone else did. Not today though. You had been up ever since 3am that morning due to your ex texting you. Since you were technically always on call, you couldn’t put your phone on silent. He knew this and abused this knowledge. The difference this morning was, he immediately started in about getting his stuff. Not to set a day or time, though. No, of course not. Now it was, if you didn’t let him get his stuff, he would bring out the sheriff to make you give it back. He was working the angle with you now, not just to your friends, that it was YOU keeping him from getting his stuff, not the fact he just flat out would not do it. You spent several hours fighting with him over text about the whole thing. By the time the group chat started getting active as everyone was going about their day, you were silent.

Adrian noticed this. Adrian noticed a lot more than people gave him credit for and he liked to keep it that way. He had been watching you closer ever since that morning at your apartment. He didn’t know what his gut was trying to tell him, but something was off, way off, and he didn’t like it. One day, he had noticed Harcourt watching you closely, too. Harcourt had also noticed him noticing her watching you and gave a small shake of her head in his direction. He took that to mean “just keep an eye on Y/N” and gave Harcourt a thumbs up showing he understood. He had already planned on that anyway. In all reality, Harcourt actually thought Adrian was about to go bug you and was telling him not to. This ended up being a very good miscommunication later on.

After Leota sent some cute pictures of her dogs to everyone late that morning and it got absolutely no reaction from you, Adrian knew for sure something was wrong. You always, ALWAYS responded to pictures of the fur babies and the feathery baby. By the time he clocked out from his mid shift at Fennel Fields, there was still nothing from you in there. So, he sent you a text directly.

Meanwhile, you had managed to fall back asleep around eleven and slept until midafternoon. You still were living mostly upstairs aside from when you slept. That extra security of being on the couch and knowing you would instantly hear it if someone tried to get in was the only way you were getting any sleep now. Though, it had finally dawned on you that you could move your PS4 downstairs to your big TV. You could start enjoying your living room again. But, before you did that, you wanted to clean first. Plus, if your ex really did decide to show up with the sheriff, you figured it would look better for you if the house was clean.

Starting around the tv, you got through the stacks of mail that had piled up easily enough. This was a leftover of your ex’s habits. For whatever reason, he’d drop the mail on the entertainment center and wouldn’t touch it again, yet would gripe if you tried to go through it. You couldn’t even see the glass top anymore, there was so much mail piled on it. So, anything with your ex’s name got thrown away, along with any junk mail. That took care of the bulk of it. The rest of the living room, on the other hand, was a disaster you didn’t even know existed.

When you had started picking up the trash your ex had left around on the tables, you discovered hidden piles of it shoved under the couches. It was an accidental discovery. You had knocked an empty soda bottle off the table, and it went under the couch. That’s when you actually felt under the couch and realized it wasn’t the only thing under there. Empty cans, bottles, snack food packages, even bits of rotting food. No wonder the roaches had been so bad downstairs. While all apartments had roaches and yours was no exception, they had been particularly bad in the living room for months. Your ex had always blamed the neighbors. And it also explained the nasty smell you had been complaining about downstairs for months, the smell your ex also blamed on the neighbors. But no, as it turned out, the neighbors were innocent. You had just been living with a pig this entire time and didn’t realize exactly how trashy he was until now.

It was too much. Too much hit all at once.

You were laying on your bed with your eyes closed when Adrian’s text came in. Your eyes and head hurt after angry crying over the discovery. You no idea how long you had been crying for, but now you were tense and so tired. At first, you were just going to ignore the text, not knowing who it was since it was your generic text tone. Outside of group chat, you rarely texted with any of them one on one enough to merit their own tones. You didn’t especially feel like talking to anybody and intended on possibly laying there until you went back to sleep. While you didn’t like being so far away from the front door, being in the living room disgusted you now. Then another text came in. Then another. You finally looked at your phone out of curiosity and blinked, seeing another one come in, followed quickly by the last one.

“Hey Y/N! I just wanted to see if you were okay since you’ve been really quiet in chat today. You’re usually way more talkative.”

“Not like I was waiting for you to send messages to us or react to anything, which I wasn’t.”

“And I hope you didn’t take Chris seriously the other day. I totally wasn’t hitting on you! I didn’t even know you were single until he said that.”

“Sorry!”

And then the last one was three of the merman emoji. It made you crack a small smile. You let your fingers do the talking without putting any thought into what you were saying. You were too tired to lie.

“I’m not really. It’s been a bad day.”

His reply came within seconds.

“I just got off work. Do you need me to come over???”

Being alone for the evening didn’t sound appealing anymore. Not after your breakdown, at least. You missed just hanging out with people. You had way fewer friends now thanks to all of this unnecessary drama, but it was easy to think at that point you didn’t have any at all. So, you hadn’t even thought to reach out to anyone. But here was someone who still wanted to be around you. For right now, at least. Adrian didn’t think you were a terrible person or some kind of monster yet, so might as well enjoy his company while he still liked you. At this point, your mind was so beaten down you thought that would be the inevitable conclusion. All the good people leave, so you were also starting to think your ex was right and you didn’t deserve to have good people in your life. There was no doubt in your mind that Adrian was a good man. He fell into a dark gray area of morality, yes, but he was fundamentally good. And that just naturally meant he wouldn’t stick around you for too long.

You got up off the bed as you typed your response.

“Yes.”

“Be there in about an hour.”

While you waited on him, you finally went back downstairs and resumed picking up. You hadn’t gotten very far when your breakdown hit, but it seemed easier now that you knew someone was coming over. Your body went on cleaning autopilot. You had one trash bag almost full by the time Adrian got there. It is worth noting at this point that you didn’t use normal kitchen trash bags. While you had a standard sized kitchen trash can, you hated the trash bags that were the correct size. You liked the extra room and durability lawn bags provided better. So, these were the heavy duty, thirty-gallon trash bags you normally see people use while doing yard work. And you had one filled with the trash your ex had had shoved under ONE of your two couches.

Once Adrian arrived, you saw why it took him an hour to get there. Fennel Fields was only about fifteen minutes away from your place, depending on traffic. But he had stopped by his house to change out of his Fennel Fields uniform and grab his Vigilante Bag, plus he also stopped by Little Caesars. The smell of pizza and Crazy Bread reminded you that you hadn’t eaten at all that day.

“Why the Vigilante Bag?” you asked, eyeing it as he was setting the pizza down.

Adrian shrugged. “I’d rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.”

It was sound logic. And you can’t say it didn’t add an extra layer to your relief that his presence currently brought. You knew it wasn’t only his uniform he had in that bag.

“What happened in there?” he gestured out to the living room.

“Leftovers of my ex, apparently,” you said, bitterly. “Guess he thought there was a trash can under the couch.”

Adrian got a very confused look on his face. “That’s a weird place to keep a trash can. Why would he think that?”

“No, not literally,” you said, with a small chuckle. “But he shoved all of his trash under there like there was one. I’ve found all sorts of shit under there. Candy wrappers, cans, food. Everything. Even a half-eaten taco in a Taco Bell wrapper.”

“That’s fucking disgusting,” Adrian said, wrinkling his nose.

While the two of you ate at the table, he told you about his day at the restaurant. It sounded like an average Saturday, but he told you everything in a way that made you laugh. Between that and just his company in general, the stress of the day didn’t seem so bad anymore. When Adrian asked about your day, you glossed over the argument with your ex that morning, focusing on how you were planning on cleaning, getting rid of his bad energy, and retaking back your living room. You were excited at the idea of getting to play games on your nice TV again.

Once you both had finished eating, Adrian wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to helping you clean. You didn’t protest this time. At that point you were just ready for it to be done, no matter who did it. A little bit before ten, the trash was all bagged and in the dumpster. Between the living room, kitchen, and the downstairs half bathroom, you both had taken three and a half garbage bags of trash out of your house. And that was all trash your ex had just shoved or set in random places rather than throwing it away.

“Headed out soon for patrol?” you asked after you had vacuumed and he helped you move the last of your furniture back where it went. Except the recliner, of course.

“Nah,” he said. “I’m off tomorrow, so I planned on hanging out for a while.”

“Wanna get drunk and watch bad horror movies then?” you grinned. "I kinda want to. You can crash on my couch.”

“Sure!” Adrian seemed excited by the idea.

There wasn’t any alcohol in your house currently, so the two of you walked to the small convenience store on the corner just down the street from your place. It was a nice night, which was why you suggested walking. You used to walk up there all the time prior to being stalked. It was nice getting to do that again, just meandering around outside with no particular hurry to get anywhere. The most either of you could afford was a case of the really cheap beer, but it would still get the job done. Adrian carried it on the way back.

When you both got back to the parking lot outside our place, you noticed a white truck parked two spaces away from the Sebring. When the door of the truck opened and the person inside got out, everything suddenly clicked. You realized what you were seeing, and everything was suddenly in slow motion as your stomach felt like it hit the ground,

It was your ex getting out of the truck, and he was looking at the two of you with a look of pure, unadulterated rage.

[bubbleteycosplay]

What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 19

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.

But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna @mistress-of-words

Sigyn You sweet gentle killer

All seems peaceful in Asgard when young Sigyn begins her training as a healer under a false identity. However, the construction of a new trade bridge soon throws the important city and its inhabitants into a murderous feud. Which not only threatens the peace of the city of Asgard but would also mean war in all nine ranks. Young Sigyn risks life and limb - and love - to prevent her life and that of all new worlds from being destroyed. Her opponents are getting more and more aware of their dark secrets and Sigyn soon feels it is necessary to reveal her true identity.

The light of the silent Story by @jonquilclegane

It had all started in darkness. Darkness, not silence, though. There were sounds, some melodious, some terrible. The drops of poison falling into her bowl were terrible. The screams of her husband as they burnt his skin and eyes were pure torture for the both of them. To soothe his pains and grief, Sigyn would sing to him old lullabies she used to hum to Vali and Narvi before they fell asleep in her arms. Such sweet burden, they were. They would coo and giggle as their mother tended to their needs, and bring so much joy to their parents and older siblings.

All gone now, but their guts Odin used to make Loki’s chains.

Sigyn’s heart was forever broken, she knew there was no coming back from such despair. One could be swallowed by it, or let hatred consume their heart as they swore revenge. She knew her spouse had chosen the later, the fires of rancor and resentment burning in his green eyes. She, on the other hand, felt lost. She had always been so trusting and naïve, thinking the Aesirs were her family, and that, even if they disliked Loki, they would never hurt her children.

She had been wrong. Oh so wrong… And her sons had paid for her childish gullibility.

Then Odin came, taunting them, offering to release her from her task.

“Ragnarok will soon come”, the AllFather declared, “And I need all my Valkyries by my side, most of all the Friend of Victory. Leave Loki’s side, and come do your duty, Sigyn”

Sigyn blinked, before exchanging a look with her husband. Loki seemed concerned for a moment, but she just laughed.

“Odin, are you serious?”, the goddess asked bitterly, “you killed my children, tortured my husband, and you expect me to follow you loyally and serve you, as if nothing happened? How dare you!”

But the king of the gods took her refusal badly. Suddenly, the Einherjars took her from her husband’s side, and forced her mouth open.

“You have insulted me too many times, woman”, Odin cursed, “Your punishment shall be no more songs or soothing words for your husband. You shall be silent.”

And with a knife forged by her own father, the guard cut off Sigyn’s tongue, throwing it at Odin’s feet.

They all went away, as quickly as they had come. Sigyn stayed on the ground for the longest time, crying, in pain, trying not to choke on her own blood.

She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her mouth. She would be silent from now on, as the AllFather had ordered it. However, if they thought this would stop her from helping her beloved, they were wrong.

Despite her own agony, she found back her bowl, and took back her place besides Loki, shielding him from the snake’s poison, her light appeasing his torment and faithfully guiding him out of the darkness.

Tudor Sigyn (AU) story by @jonquilclegane

Tudor Sigyn

Lady Sigyn of Vanaheim had never been anywhere in her entire life. Her mother being a widower, she had more freedom than most women ever dreamed to have. Yet, she knew her daughters had to be virtuous and have an impeccable reputation if they wanted to marry men of noble birth. Vanaheim, centuries ago, had been a little kingdom, and their mother was very proud of this fact, even though they had lost their royal crown and had to bend the knee to neighboring high lords. Still, Lady Freya hoped her girls would marry princes or very important noblemen, and therefore, their behavior had to be faultless.

Her sisters had already found worthy matches, but Sigyn still remained a spinster. In her dreams, she had found a handsome knight who would carry her very far from her mother’s castle. He would love her and accept her as she was, and never let her go. However, she knew that life was not a dream, and full of responsibilities. The lord her mother would eventually pick for her would not be as pleasant as the one in her dreams, and she would have to be his dutiful and obedient wife, giving him as many male heirs as her weak body could bear, whether she liked it or not.

So, when her old friend, Anna von Jülich-Kleve-Berg, asked her for a favor, she knew this was her only way out of this dire fate. Anna had been chosen to become King Henry VIII’s new wife and seemed excited at the idea of becoming his queen. Sigyn, at the news, was more concerned.

Terrible rumours were circulating about the king, and how he had broken his first wife’s heart so badly she had died, how he had executed the second on false accusations, and how he had let the third die after she had finally given him his precious male heir. Sigyn was no tattletale, but she could not let her friend marry such a man without knowing what to except from such a dreadful match.

But Anna knew all of this, and still wanted to go to England.

“Better being Queen of England than staying here, a burden to my family, don’t you agree?”, she said, with a sad smile, before adding, “That portrait Sir Holbein made of me was so beautiful! I am sure the king will love it… and me.”

Sigyn sighed, trying to repress a shiver running down her spine, thinking of all the king’s brides, and how they had probably thought the same.

The journey was long and arduous, but when they reached Dover, the future Queen’s lady-in-waiting breathe England’s air for the first time and laughed to herself. She had always wanted to travel, well, her wish had been granted. She only hoped her friend’s happiness would blossom at the king’s court.

Around New Year’s Eve, they reached Rochester Abbey and stopped there to refresh themselves before meeting the king. There, a few gentlemen were waiting for them, to greet them on English soil. One of them was the most handsome man Sigyn had ever laid eyes on, wearing a ruff, doublet, leather jerkin green with golden snakes embroidered on his sleeves and on his chest, and rubies encrusted as the reptiles’ eyes. He was so elegant and refined the lady felt her breath had been stolen away. She could hear other people talking around her, but she was mesmerized by this striking vision. When the man in question caught her staring, the lady gasped and blushed, trying to hide her embarrass, but he laughed and came to meet his lovely admirer.

“Good morrow to thee, sweet lady”, he started offering his hand to her, “I am Lord Loki Laufeyson. What art thou called?”

“My name is Lady Sigyn Freyadottir, my Lord”, she responded, while offering him her most courteous curtsey.

After a small collation, the future queen went into her apartments, Lady Sigyn stayed in the gardens with her suave suitor. She could feel her heart beating only for him, and knew she would belong to him, heart body and soul, hoping this was an honorable gentleman that would not play with her honor or her virtue, sending her back to Vanaheim in tears and in shame.

That is when the worst happened. Suddenly, they heard screams and shouts coming from the abbey. A man, huge and obese, was running down the stairs, shouting, his eyes mad with fury.

“I like her not!”, he howled loudly, “She looks like a horse!”

Sigyn felt her companion freeze next to her, before seeing him rush to the older man’s side.

“Ah there thou are, Laufeyson!”, he called Lord Loki in quite a familiar fashion.

Her suitor bowed to him with the utmost respect, and Sigyn felt her blood becoming ice in her veins.

She had seen a portrait of the king once, but it had been a poor quality reproduction. Tall, heavy, with a voice that could summon the thunders of war…. Was this her friend’s future husband?

But then…

Forgetting about the handsome lord, Sigyn ran to Anna’s room, finding her in tears, whiter than the sheets.

“I did not know it was him”, she sobbed, “He came into my rooms. I thought it was some rude stranger…”

Her lady-in-waiting nodded and tried to comfort her. She was impressed with Anna’s dignity and gravitas. A true queen, whatever that awful, ugly king said.

“He is disgusting”, Anna admitted, “His smell is awful and his temper short.”

Sigyn took her friend’s hands into hers and looked into her eyes, ready to follow whatever order her future queen would give her.

“Do you want to go home?”, she asked, her voice shaking, knowing the consequences of running away would be ghastly, but maybe better than staying and marrying this king, in a court full of snakes.

“No”, Anne replied bravely, “Everyone excepts me to do my duty, and so I shall”

And so she did. And the king despised her for it, insulting her and humiliating her publicly.

Sigyn tried to give her as much support as she could, but being a foreign lady at the English court was not easy. She needed allies of her own but only found scorn and mockery. Cromwell, the King’s man who had organized the union between Anna – who was now called Anne of Cleves- and the King, was becoming more and more anxious and impatient. He knew his head was about to fall, and from time to time, the tone he used showed how much he blamed the new queen for his failures.

Pitiful man.

Another man was hanging around the Queen’s chambers, and at first, Sigyn thought he was just keeping watch of the new queen for the king. But it turned out, the “Green snake”, Lord Loki Laufeyson, had another prey in mind.

“How farest thou, sweet Lady Sigyn?”, he asked, brushing his long fingers on her sleeve, making her hear beat much too loud, “What ails thee? May I be of service to thee?”

Sigyn let herself cross his green gaze and sighed. Who could resist such courteous manners and gentle words? His voice was softer than the velvet of his doublet, and mesmerized you in a matter of seconds. Some ladies of the court said he was a sorcerer, and something at the back of Sigyn’s mind wondered if they were not right.

Still, she was there to help her queen, not being courted by the men of the evil, ruthless king.

“By your leave”, the lady said, trying to escape Lord Loki’s hold on her, but he was not letting her go.

“My sweet lady”, he called her, “I am enamoured of thee”

Sigyn looked at him, and scoffed. She had let him distract her on the fateful day at Rochester abbey. She should have been with Anna, but instead, she had been in the gardens with him.

“No, my Lord, I shall not hear thee devious, treacherous words”, she answered, holding her head high.

“Are thou deaf to the song of love, dear Sigyn?”, he cooed into her ear, before making his grip on her arm harder, “Or are thou enjoined to another?”

She knew that a Sir Theoric was looking at her in a certain way, but how could she have agreed to marry him, when she knew her heart belonged to Lord Loki… even though she could not trust him.

“I have no lover”, Sigyn whispered, as the man she loved caressed her cheek softly.

“Good. Preserve thy maidenhood”, he declared, “and be my beloved”

“I shall protect thee”, he promised, “and help thee as much as I can”

He pointed the Queen’s rooms and smiled at his beloved, taking her hands in his.

“Wilt thou favour me with thy hand?”, he asked. Sigyn stood a moment, speechless, as she knew she was gambling with her life in this affair. Lord Loki Laufeyson was powerful at court, the descendant of some Norse king, and richer than the king, some said. Why would he pick someone as unimportant and ordinary as she was?

“Everyone says the Queen will be dismissed soon”, Sigyn muttered, “She will accept divorce, and when she goes, I will go with her. Thou know this as well as I do. This match is not advantageous to thee, my lord”

Lord Loki snaked his arms around her waist, and when his lady gasped, he claimed her mouth with a kiss. Sigyn was shocked and afraid someone would see them. Yet, the Queen’s apartments were deserted these days, so they were all alone. Sigyn feared for her reputation, yet, how could she want to free herself from such a sweet embrace?

“My loyal, sweet lady. Marry me”, Loki repeated, kissing her neck, then her collarbone, whispering words of love on her skin.

“Yes”, Sigyn finally answered.

A few months later, the King divorced the Queen, as she became his “beloved sister”, and she was gifted with the castles of Richmond and Ever manor. Sigyn followed her in her exile, and her husband came with her too.

The Tales of the Dead Widow

Two families, one secret and one tragic love story.

Sylene is late for her beloved mother Sigyn's deathbed. All the more she wants to fulfill her last wish and clear up the dark circumstances that divided her family years ago.

Together with her brothers Nari and Navri and the sympathetic nurse Iric, who has been caring for their mother for the past few months, Sylene tries to find out more about the family rift. Her quest takes her through her father's harsh childhood years in Asgard, through the hardships of the Wars of the Infinity Stones, and culminates in meeting Iric's mother, Amora The Enchantress, in Atlantis, where she uncovers a terrible secret. And Iric, who Sylene gets to know in the course of her research, also seems to be hiding something...

Classic Loki and the Lady of the Void by misreall

Classic Loki and the Lady of the Void:

Classic Loki arrives in the Void.

Sigyn Angel of revenge

The young dark elf Sigyn dreams of adventures and the big, wide world. When the inn where she is staying with her parents is attacked one evening, the dreams do come true, but Marla loses more than her true self or her human being can give. She swears revenge and embarks on a vendetta through the nine worlds together with the mysterious mercenary Theoric. Strange figures cross her path, as mysterious as the worlds themselves: the flamboyant Fandral, the witch Lorelei, the wheelbarrow team Wulff and Etzel, the ringed Thor, his younger brother Loki and the guardian of souls herself.

The heir to the throne Story by @jonquilclegane

To no one’s surprise, Princess Sigyn Freyadottir had been chosen as the next queen of Vanaheim, and therefore, as her mother’s heir.

The princess, however, was not sure she liked it. She accepted the title of crown princess, as it was her duty to do so, but she did with a heavy heart. Becoming heir to the throne of Vanaheim meant she would lose all her freedom. No more travelling with her friends and going on reckless adventures. No more practicing dangerous spells with the witches and Loki… No more… Loki.

She knew her handsome, charming prince wanted to be king of Asgard. As a princess of Vanaheim, she would have been an advantageous match. But as the future Vanir queen, it became impossible. She could not be queen of both Asgard and Vanaheim – so many treaties had seen to this.

So she had to renounce him. Renounce their love. She would not ask him to forget about Asgard’s crown and be her consort, she knew what it meant for him. It was not about his father’s throne, but his father’s love. To be chosen by him as heir to the crown of Asgard would mean Odin finally saw him, out of his brother’s shadow. It would mean he loved him.

As for Sigyn, she knew none of her sisters would be fit for the part of queen. They were all lovely, and hated responsibilities. Her uncle Feyr always praised them for their beauty, and Sigyn for her intelligence and common sense. The Vanir council had insisted she was the best choice for the good of the realm, and she unfortunately had to agree.

She had to let Loki go, forget her heart and do her duty, as she was sure her Prince of Asgard would do his.

But then, one day, something incredible and heartbreaking happened.

As she retired to her rooms, she was surprised to find some man sitting on her bed, his head low, and his face full of tears. It took her a moment to realize it was Loki, as his pain seemed to have transformed his appearance. Where was her prince, so full of charm and mischief? He was now but only the shadow of the man he once was. However Sigyn’s heart still recognized him and shattered at seeing him in such a state. Why was he in her rooms instead of Asgard? Had something terrible happened to the royal family? She ran to his side and knelt in front of him, gently caressing his wet cheek.

“My love”, she started gently, “who dared hurt you?”

Loki took notice of her and kissed softly her fingers, before pulling her into his arms, nestling his face into her neck, breathing the perfume of her hair.

“I needed this”, he whispered, “I needed you”

Sigyn felt lost, torn between her love and desire for Loki, and her duty as heir to the throne of Vanaheim.

“You know I will always be here for you if you need me”, she reminded him, “Vanaheim and Asgard have always been allies, after all”

But Loki laughed, and cried, and laughed again, leaving her arms and standing up, his gaze lost in some terrible dream.

“But I am not Asgardian”, his voice broke and Sigyn gasped, as he revealed to her his true nature. Now, a Jotun was standing in her rooms, his blue skin marred with sacred runes, and his eyes shining like the most precious rubies.

“Would you still love a beast, Sweet Sigyn?”, he asked, as a challenge.

However, there was no challenge for Sigyn, as she knew she would always love Loki, whatever his nature or the circumstances.

“I am the son of Laufey. Odin only adopted me. Thor is his heir, not me… I was never going to be his heir”, he recounted, stammering a little on the last part, under the weight of this terrible reveal.

Sigyn crossed the little distance there was between them and kissed him, showing him she accepted him as he was, and that he was still king and master of her heart.

Loki would not be King of Asgard, and did not want of Jotunheim. But here, in Vanaheim, he would be happy, Sigyn promised, she would make sure of it.

The Two Lives

Sigyn grows up wild and happy with her grandmother on the vast moors of Nidavellir. Shortly before death, the old woman reveals the secret of her true origins: Sigyn is the daughter of Frayer and thus part of the royal family of Vanaheim. With the move to her unknown family in Vanaheim, her whole life changes.

Sigyn, for everyone, she is just Her Royal Highness. But in Vanaheim with the strange family she does not feel welcome. When her supposed cousin Loki appears on the scene, she finally finds a friend in him. Over the years, passionate feelings develop between the two. But the charismatic Odinson has dark secrets.

WandaVision Sigyn Story by @roruna

Agatha Harkness wasn't the only person who felt when Wanda hexed the town of Westview, New Jersey. While everyone else in New Asgard were reuniting with the loved ones they'd lost in the Snap, Sigyn was quietly resenting them.

It wasn't fair. Loki was her joy and Thanos took him from her in such a way that she'd never get him back. Her husband was dead and there was nothing in New Asgard worth staying for.

She told herself she was investigating that huge surge of chaos magic because she wanted to protect the realm of Midgard. But most of her hoped that all that magic would tear her body or mind apart.

She recognized Vision, the Avengers' construct, first. Thanos had slain him too. Or so she thought. Once she saw Wanda, radiating love and chaos magic, Sigyn understood. She understood not only what was happening in Westview but she also understood Wanda.

Wanda's grief, love and desire to unmake her loss mirrored Sigyn's own. And what this mortal had done through sheer power, Sigyn could mirror with mastery of Vanir magic, a tiny bit of borrowed chaos magic and one of Loki's old daggers.

Sigyn recognized Agatha Harkness as a fellow "magical girl" and she was certain that Agatha recognized her as one as well. So while "Agnes Bohner" lived in the house on Wanda's left, "Penelope and Lawrence Lacroix" moved into the house on Wanda's right.

"Penny and Larry are new to the neighborhood too," Agnes announced cheerfully when Sigyn went to introduce herself to Wanda.

The nicknames stuck like gum in her hair and Sigyn decided that this was the first shot fired in this magical cold war. She didn't know what Agatha wanted with Wanda. Her concern was to keep the Hex going. If the mortal witch became a threat to that goal then Sigyn would slay her. "Penny" and "Agnes" watched each other like hawks and exchanged vicious zingers, creating a dynamic that parodied a love triangle with Agnes as the "fun, quirky" friend and Penny as the "boring but dependable" one. Their open rivalry for Wanda's attention was fertile soil for many hijinks and shenanigans.

Agnes hosted a barbeque on the same day Wanda had promised to watch Penny perform Shakespeare in the park. Wanda used magic to try and be both places at once and eventually, the bowl of Agnes' State Fair Blue Ribbon chilli ruined Penny's historically accurate Tudor gown during her big soliloquy.

Agnes and Penny ran against each other for treasurer of the Westview Ladies' Society with

Agnes as the incumbent. Penny won the election but it turned out that the only members of the Ladies' Society were actually Anges, Penny and Wanda so the group was dissolved.

Agnes and Penny competed viciously but whoever won, they both lost. This dynamic played

itself in the end. Wanda realized she was holding the town hostage. Agatha tried to take all her power.

Sigyn tried to enchant her into rehexing the town. Wanda stripped Agatha of her magic and trapped her in her Agnes persona. The resurrected Loki crumbled to dust in Sigyn's arms. Good triumphed over evil. Wanda sacrificed her selfish happiness to free the innocent mortals of Westview. Agatha was imprisoned so she could harm no one. Sigyn swore revenge on the Scarlet Witch.

The Mystery of a Cold Murder story by @jonquilclegane

It had only taken Amora a thousand years to realize the one she loved and wanted was Loki. For centuries, she had craved Thor, but one day, the penny dropped: Thor was boring and they had nothing in common, while Loki was her soulmate and her equal in good looks, intelligence, magical powers and ruthlessness. They understood each other in a way the Golden Prince never could.

There was an inconvenience though. Loki believed himself in love with another, some meek little princess, uninteresting and dull, pie-baking and without a doubt, the most annoying woman in the Nine realms.

And Loki had chosen THAT as his bride? Of course, he had only married her because she had refused herself to him before having his ring on her finger. She was a foolish goose, but not that stupid apparently. Now, her true love was stuck in a loveless union with that half-dwarf tart. He said he loved her, but it was obviously only to keep up appearances, and not look like he had been played and forced to marry some pig-faced virgin to get her into his bed.

Amora waited for Loki to get rid of her, mock her, cast her away, but the longer she waited, the more impatient she grew. Every time she was at court, she saw Sigyn by Loki’s side, her small, graceless hands on his arm. It took the Enchantress all the strength in the Nine realms not to throw herself at the Princess and grab that dull little girl by her unruly blondish hair, and threw her from the Bifrost, with hope and prayers they would never hear from her ever again.

That’s when the idea came into her head. Loki could be an untrustworthy snake, but he was hers. Yet, it was obvious something was stopping him from getting rid of this cumbersome wife. Maybe Frigga had taken the girl under her wing, and he did not want to break his mother’s heart? Or was this a political alliance, as she was daughter to the Vanir queen and niece to the King of Nidavellir? Well, if he did not act, she would have to.

And throwing her rival from the Bifrost seemed like a wonderful idea, and a marvelous way to unleash her anger and frustration.

Tricking Sigyn into following her was so easy Amora could have cried. THIS was supposed to be the Trickster’s wife? Poor Loki bound to such an idiot for the rest of time! Heimdall was madly in love with the Enchantress, so when she asked him a favor and to bring her some flowers, he obeyed and deserted his post for a minute. That was more than enough to stab the goddess of Fidelity and push her into the void, as she had planned.

For months, people wondered what had happened, before eventually finding the rotting corpse of that “poor, dear Sigyn we all miss so very much”, to quote the AllMother.

Loki had found solace into her arms, so Amora smiled, enjoying her lover’s kisses, until suddenly, she felt a deep pain in her stomach. The Enchantress gasped at the sight of her green dress stained with blood, and a soiled blade coming out of her belly.

“This is for Sigyn”, her Prince said, coldly.

And then, there was nothing but the darkness.

Part 20 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last 4 parts

Part 18

Part 17

Part 16

Part 15

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That's it everybody's getting little Nate fun facts now

Awesome Nate art by @/sweet-teath bullet points below cut

I can't remember if I've linked his bio here or not so I'll do that first for basic backstory info (click the folded-over triangle on the top left for more info)

For someone that's worked in the medical field his whole adult life, being no stranger to blood and guts (in real life, they don't really phase him, even), he's horribly squeamish about horror films - yeah, even super campy ones.

He HATES phone calls. Getting them, answering them, being on them, anything. If it wasn't required, he wouldn't even have a phone in his office. He'd prefer a written or printed memo above anything else.

He took his wife's surname when they got married! He was more than happy to ditch his old one.

His favorite foods are pretty much any sort of safe, consistent comfort foods that are easy to make. Yeah he's autistic yeah it's undiagnosed

He's slightly farsighted. It doesn't bug him too much now, but he would need glasses eventually.

His PhD (He's an actual doctor! The title isn't just for show.) is specifically in biomedical engineering. It was a job path that made him feel fulfilled and useful in being able to, hopefully, help others.

He's rather picky about being referred to as "Dr. Schaeffer" by colleagues, disliking being referred to by just his first name or without the title. The only real exception to this, as far as fellow Playtime Co. workers would go, would be that he allows Leith to call him just "Nate."

One job path he considered prior to aiming for his doctorate was that of a writer, potentially a poet. He always had an affinity for poetry and prose. However, he decided against this path for various reasons: he considered himself too unskilled in the craft to turn it into a career, he figured it would be too difficult to make a good stable income off, and thought it would not feel as productive or fulfilling as it didn't directly help others.

Nate has a ton of symbolic objects tied to him within his story, but some of the biggest ones that represent specifically him are the sun, fire, the color red, and ship captains/boats. Probably some more, too, but those are the really big ones.

He's maintained the same shitty haircut for years after (accidentally) having a particularly bad haircut for his wedding - more or less ruining all the wedding photos, though there weren't really all that many pictures, anyways. While he was growing that haircut out, his wife mentioned liking how shaggy it was getting, and he kept it in a similar style from then on.

He never really had much interest in Playtime Co. products, even before learning of the experiments they were doing. He wasn't opposed to them by any means, he just didn't have an interest in toys made for kids. If asked what his favorite toy from them was, he'd eventually land on Cat-Bee.

He suffers from both insomnia and hypersomnia. He's very, very tired. Always. Not much seems to alleviate this.

He has fallen asleep at work before on rare occasions, overworking himself and feeling like there just isn't much reason to go home anymore. It just felt like time wasted to sit idly at home by himself, really. After losing his wife, he lost most of his hobbies and interests as well, anyways.

His gender identity and sexuality are not any further labelled than "man" and declarations of how dearly he loves his wife but, on other occasions, weird offhanded mentions of both female and male lovers in his distant past that he fails to elaborate on. He's the type of guy to mention something really out of pocket about it and move on like he never said anything. He genuinely doesn't think anything of it.

If he was an animal he'd be a basset hound. To me

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TAKEMICHI AND SEKI --

            ☆ despite blowing takemichi off in our first thread, regarding the offer of help, sekiko definitely took it to heart. while she wouldn't immediately spill her entire life to the dude, it's a great first step. she craves to stand on even ground with others, so i REALLY DO picture that she would start doing small, kind actions to show that she appreciates him. or, gasp, trusts him. falling asleep near him, weapons set aside on tables away from her person, or even being alone with him. i think he would notice once he saw how held herself and behaved around other people, and prolly get a little emo......

            ☆ it doesn't seem like much, but she wouldn't punch him. she really, really tries to follow her own morals ; despite orders she's given in tenjiku. still, even if izana had paired her up against takemichi in a fight, she would refuse. as much as she hates to say it, seeing her relationship with men is a little....sus, takemichi is a good person. she feels as if she has a decent grasp on who to trust, and if she were to have to fight next to another, she would be pretty alright with it being him.

            ☆ her love language is gift giving. she doesn't often have spare money for extra things, but sekiko DEFINITELY will bring by random objects to give to him. most of it is likely stolen, like random knick - knacks no one would ever miss, but they mean a lot to her. she often swipes food, so i could see her sharing some of his stash with him while they hang out.

            ☆ she would definitely fight another person for him. if she were to find out something had happened to him, she's BRAWLING. full stop. it's another thing she would never own up to, but it's likely that in school, he could see her victim, and some scuffed marks left on herself, and be able to get the picture. only she can hurt her friends!!!!

ELLI AND TAKEMICHI --

            ☆ elli is very good at picking up on emotions, and was very quick to realize that takemichi had many troubles that he wouldn't verbalize. most of her friends do -- she tends to flock towards those she wishes to help, anyways. she's learned the hard way that you can't force another person to allow themselves to have a release of the complicated emotions, so she's become a very good listener. whenever takemichi and herself are hanging around one another, he has her full attention. focused gaze, nodding to show him that she's listening, and even offering verbal feedback whenever she thinks it's alright. she wants to do anything she can to take the burden off of him!

            ☆ while elli isn't really capable of fighting, she is good at getting herself into negative situations, seeing that she doesn't always connect when there is danger around her. she fixates on what she deems as the right choice in the situation, and won't allow the wrongs to continue. i think this would MOST DEFINITELY appear at horrible times. seeing by how often takemichi would run into rival gang members, if any of them were to say a cruel thing to him, elli becomes involved. she'll scold someone twice her size without a twinge of fear in her gut until after everything is said and done. takemichi has 100% had to pull her away or cover her mouth to SURVIVE lol

            ☆ upon noticing him not appearing in school at times, she definitely has offered to tutor him! i think she does it with all the toman boys tbh, but she would more than likely collect his papers from their instructor and deliver it to him when he was unable to pick them up. she also nags for him to go to school on time and make good grades. they're very important!!

            ☆ she definitely notices when he time - jumps. she's quick to pick up on cues from others, and if their attitude or emotions shift in her presence. the 'past' takemichi is just way too different, and elli would more than likely bring it up. she would likely think it was mental illness and not supernatural time powers, however.

[crymeariveronceagain]

Sokeefe headcanons?

mmm yes time for my favorite babies let's go

Forehead kisses are 100% Keefe's go-to form of affection. It's really easy and simple and it doesn't involve thinking, it involves just swooping in and brushing his lips over Sophie's forehead and she smiles gently up at him and his ears get all hot and he looks away.

Sophie's go-to form of affection is quiet little whispers of love in Keefe's ear. It's really quick and quiet, but she goes in to reassure him a lot. "You're doing amazing, darling," she says, just out of the councilor's earshot, when he's finished giving his speech. "You're so smart," she says, in his ear, after he finishes explaining something. "I love you," she says, "So much," when he collapses into her arms after a long hard day. Keefe just mumbles his assent and snuggles closer to her.

Keefe gets hit on a lot. Like, he's attractive. And every. Single. Girl. Knows it. Even some boys pay too much attention to him. And it pisses. Sophie. The hell. Off. She is so jealous. Like, every girl whose eyes stick on him too long has her kissing him on the cheek. Keefe knows she's jealous. Keefe sees it in her eyes. And... for some reason, despite all his jokes, despite how everyone's always treated him, despite how in love Sophie is with him and how attractive she thinks he is, he never really quite gets over it when Sophie hisses at some girl, "He has a girlfriend." It makes his ears get hot and his face go pink. Sophie's eyes could shoot daggers. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses her on her hair. She relaxes a little.

He starts wearing a hair ribbon of hers around his wrist after a while. It makes her unconditionally happy, and makes him unconditionally proud. They're not super loud about their relationship, but it's things like her hair ribbon around his wrist that really show that he's not afraid to show her off to the world. He'd walk through fire just to adore her. And it makes Sophie blush a little to see her hair ribbon on his wrist.

Sophie poses so he can draw her. It took him a long time to work up to ask her, he's always so afraid that she'd say no or be weirded out, but when he finally said, quietly, one warm afternoon with the two of them lazing about under the wide blue sky, "Can I draw you?" Sophie's face lit up, and her eyes went wide, and she whispered, "You want to?" He nodded, carefully. His fingers twitched, a little, and she was scarily quiet. "Why?" Her voice was soft. "You're beautiful," he said. Her face got even more red. "Okay," she said, "Draw me." And he grinned so wide it made her blush even harder. Now it's just a habit. And she kisses him and tells him he has to stop drawing her more beautiful than she actually is. He tells her that's exactly how she looks. She rolls her eyes.

Sophie once overhears Keefe introduce himself as "Keefe Foster." She says nothing. She simply files it away into the back of her mind, where she stores all the tiny little things she wants to marry the heck out of.

Keefe falls asleep really easily. Like, he gets about two hours of consecutive sleep a day, but he can fall asleep really easy. So, like. He falls asleep on her shoulder all the time. And jerks awake an hour later. But he'll fall asleep on her shoulder. Sophie doesn't sleep. Like she actively avoids sleeping. It makes her feel gross and paranoid. So she's awake. And her boyfriend's napping on her shoulder. She smirks and pulls her imparter out of her pocket. She snaps a picture and texts it to him. He'll see it later. When he does, he rolls his eyes, grins, and kisses her forehead.

Sophie said "I love you" first. Keefe thought it first. Sophie finally gets the guts to tell him. Keefe's just straight up terrified of her telling him she doesn't love him that he waits until she says it, breaks down in tears, kisses her, then tells her he loves her. She's slightly shaken by his reaction. But he kisses her again, her cheeks, her lips, her hair, her eyes, her nose, her chin, everywhere he can find he peppers in kisses and his whole face is so full of joy that she starts laughing and that makes him start laughing, and he's just so excited, like a kid offered candy or a trip to a Dairy Queen. He wraps his arms around her and tells her he loves her over and over and over and Sophie doesn't quite know what to think.

But he loves her.

He loves her.

He loves her, he loves her, he loves her, he loves her.

She loves him.

At that moment, that's all that matters.

[chokiipng]

Hay fever : Genshin various

a/n : suffering from seasonal allergies isn't fun . so instead of trying to do school work, i'm gonna write hcs to make myself feel better

character(s) : Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe contents : fluff with a bit of crack (my specialty) + : reader has really bad seasonal allergies

Xiao :

he doesn't really understand tbh

he plays it off as a common cold at first and entrusts you with Verr, much to her annoyance. he didn't realize the true severity of the situation until a week had passed.

he's heard of seasonal allergies before, so it's not like he was entirely clueless, he just didn't know how to go about treating it.

because of this, he turned into a big ball of concern for the entirety of spring

he asked everyone he could for help, even that ginger haired harbinger (to which he had no clue since he basically lives on an iceberg)

this also happened to peek Zhongli's interest, who then took him to Bubu pharmacy to learn more. it took Xiao about 5 different interrogations to actually visit Bubu, he cursed himself internally for not checking there in the first place

of course, Baizhu laughed it off and informed the both of them on how allergies work, how they're triggered, and how to prevent/soothe them

if you sneezed/sniffled, he was immediately by your side with a tissue and some water. itchy eyes, he had a small bottle of eyedrops for you courtesy of Dr. Baizhu and Qiqi

it was amusing to say the least, watching a feared Yaksha running around frantically in order to soothe your allergies

of course, he soon picked up that it was because you went outside every goddamn day to complete commissions and to pick flowers for who knows who (Qiqi, you often found yourself picking herbs with her because who could say no to that face?)

he legit locked you in your room at Wangshuu Inn and did your commissions for you. he didn't want you in any pain, so he stayed with you when he finished all of his tasks

he didn't isolate you though, but if he takes you out he makes sure you take your allergy medicine (given by Qiqi, ty bby) and that you have a mask on

Diluc :

he never really experienced hay fever, but he knows the gist of it

he's heard stories of it from customers of the Angel's Share and was immensely grateful to the Archons for blessing him with immunity to seasonal allergies

but he wasn't prepared to catch you practically sneezing your guts out one morning

Diluc drops everything, much to Adelinde's horror, and orders for a box of tissues and water immediately. he whips out the blankets from under the couch that he knew you hid and props you on some pillows he fluffed in a panicked rush

the maids watch with a nervous chuckle as he runs around the mansion, completely forgetting about his shift at the Angel's Share and his nightly heroic duties

as soon as he calms down from the initial shock of how hard allergies hit you, he asks you how your feeling and if he can do anything

the next day he asks Donna (who stutters at his mere presence), who mind you is an employee at the Floral Whisper, since Flora isn't there herself about hay fever. he figured that people who worked at a flower shop would know about allergies caused by the pollen produced by flowers

he brings back medicine that you've been instructed to take daily as to lessen the affects of your allergies

despite his day duties, he offers to take up your daily commissions during the days you are physically unable to do them or just does them of his own volition

he trusts that the maids will take care of you in his stead

in the mean time, you're allowed to roam the city as you wish, but that's about it. he threatened Lawrence and Swan that they would feel the wrath of retribution if you stepped foot outside the city

Mondstadt was a land of eternal springtime, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the city without his supervision

while all of this may be a bit much, he makes sure to let you know that this is just him caring for you. he doesn't want to seem overbearing and trusts that you know what's happening to your body and how to treat it

Kaeya :

he laughs at your demise

what did you expect ?

but he really is worrying on the inside

he makes sure to check in with Barbara just to make sure that you're not suffering from a lethal disease

once he knows that they're just seasonal allergies, (almost) all his worries subside and he sighs of relief

he notifies Jean beforehand (but sometimes forgets), he works considerably less during the time of your allergies since he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of you

he also doesn't drink as much, surprising, he knows

he refrains from bringing you flowers as he usually does and instead spoils you with unnecessary affection

Kaeya doesn't worry as much since he puts faith in you that you know what's going on in your body. since they're seasonal allergies, he realizes that you must've gone through this before and know how to treat it

since you can't really cure it, you just act more cautious in the outdoors

he often accompanies you on your daily commissions and such, just to be sure that your okay. he takes over the moment you pause to sneeze or itch your nose even once

aside from this, he's the other reason why your allergies are unbearable

once they're all done and over, he teases you relentlessly about how reliant you were on him when in reality it was him doing your tasks of his own volition rather than you asking him. you told him several times that you could handle it, but he persisted nonetheless

he's more reasonable during your hay fever, and despite his unnecessary comments, you find it endearing

Albedo :

he is among the few men who are actually calm during the situation, but since when is he not?

he probably already has a remedy for you that greatly lessens the affect of your allergies

but even without it, he trusts that you know how to handle it

the only factor in here that would cause chaos-

is Klee

once Klee hears you sneeze all hell breaks loose in Albedo's workspace

she runs around everywhere looking for tissues and then ends up bringing Mondstadt's entire supply, which you and Albedo laugh nervously at

once Klee calms down, you explain the bare minimum of hay fever, which she manages to understand

while he has faith that you can treat it yourself, Albedo still recommends that you stay inside more rather than going out exploring and looking for chests, to which you sheepishly comply

Jean cannot thank you enough when it comes to Klee's behavior during this season, as Klee tends to spend more time at home with you and Albedo once you finish your commissions so that "you don't feel lonely!"

she even drew you a picture to show how much she cared!

if you can't sleep at night because of your allergies, Albedo (who is probably still up working) will gladly allow you to indulge in his studies or to just simply read with you until you fall asleep

he too is also happy that you managed to tame Klee

Childe :

this man has no idea what the fuck hay fever is

need I remind you that he grew up in the land of perpetual winter, hay fever doesn't even exist to him. unlike everyone else, he hasn't even heard of the concept

so when you hold a finger up during your weekly sparring, he pauses with a curious tilt of his head

he screams in horror as you sneeze out all of your bodily fluids not once, not twice, but three times

Childe calls off the spar and cradles you in your arms as if you're about to die

it's until he rushes you to Baizhu in a panicked frenzy that he realizes that its...a fever?

now Baizhu is a patient man, he had to raise a zombie child who basically loses her memory each time she wakes up and wields a sword/cryo abilities

but he was getting tired of Childe's endless questions quick.

Childe shrieks as the normally passive pharmacist slams his hands down on the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile

he ceases in his questions, apologizes for bothering him, and races back to the Northland Bank in a cold sweat

it takes you explaining it in a calm voice for him to finally understand it

and he takes this very seriously

while he knows that it's seasonal and that you've gone through it before, he can't help but worry for you

he coddles you, and he doesn't relent even if you tell him

he slaps a mask on you, takes away your fighting privileges, and even order his subordinates to keep an eye on you at all times

that is if he's not already

he clings

he's attached to you

he just wants you to feel better, and you appreciate it, but it can get a little too much sometimes

and while you do tell him this, the same situation happens every year when spring comes around and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Baizhu can't catch a break from the rowdy harbinger

[nephilimeq]

The Teen Wolf characters and their Hogwarts Houses

OOH!!! Yes, I am about to merge two awesome fandoms that I know a massive amount about into one, this is going to be great!!

*And here...we...go!

Stiles - Slytherin

This boy had the best qualities of the Slytherin house: cunning and ambitious. He learned things in his own way, in his own time, and when he knew what he wanted, he went for it. He knew how to manipulate the system to work for him; for example, when he talks to his dad, the sheriff, right in the very first episode, he argues over the semantics of the word "lying". Some might argue he should be a Ravenclaw, but he doesn't fit, because he lied too often and too easily. (see what I did there?) His ambition was big: he decided he wanted to work for the FBI! On the other side of this, this also means that he had a tendency to take on things that are too big for him and his independent streak made it hard for him to accept any outside help. We really saw this when he was taken over by the nogitsune and saw how his cunning streak could be used as a terrible weapon.

Derek - Ravenclaw

We see Hufflepuff-like qualities in him with his pack loyalty, along with his hard-working nature, but what ruled his decision-making and his heart the most, was his head. Canonically, we know he was a big reader, and knew about things such as kanimas, were-coyotes, berserkers, and kitsunes before anyone told him about them. It was also canonically confirmed that he was, at the least, bilingual. (S3--while he & Peter are kidnapped) He knew how to play chess, and he was constantly trying to see the bigger picture. Though we didn't get to see it all that often in the show, he was a strategist, and he knew how to pull information from a lot of different sources. On the downside of being a Ravenclaw, he easily got lost up in his head and psyched himself out really badly. A good example of this is when he was shot and then taken by Kate; we see him completely dissociate and isolate his mind and have a vision of Stiles.

Lydia - Ravenclaw

Obviously a Ravenclaw. Not too much explanation is needed here: smart, calculating, constantly trying to learn obscure facts and languages that no one else knows just because she wanted to. She saw the simplest solutions and could think outside the box really well. But, much like Derek, she got stuck in her head and psyched herself out. This happened when she was struggling to accept that she was a banshee and she couldn't seem to accept it as part of her identity. Overall, she valued knowledge. Which kept her staunchly in the house of Ravenclaw.

Allison - Gryffindor

This girl was all about strength and bravery. She was never afraid to put in hard work: she worked at being a good student and how she dedicated herself to learning everything about hunting so that she no longer felt like a victim. In the show we see her constantly taking risks and doing it all for her friends. Though she occasionally showed some Hufflepuff tendencies, her loyalty quickly shifted when it had to and she followed her heart more than her head. More often, she trusted her gut. Definitely a Gryffindor trait. On the other end of the spectrum, she took a few too many risks and ran headlong into danger, regardless of consequence. We see it happen a few times in the show, such as when she went to the abandoned mall to help Scott.

Scott - Gryffindor

We saw him on several occasions being fearless, running into danger the same way Allison does--but he had more of the negative traits of his house: obstinate, self-centered, and a bully. Though we do get to see him try various times to embrace the protector role, he more often than not ended up being the bully. The instant he was turned, he used his abilities to one-up his perceived tormentors and, instead of trying to collaborate with them, he proceeded to do to them what they did to him. He overthought and went against his gut instincts constantly, which is supposed to be a strength for a Gryffindor, and that's when we saw him make the most mistakes.

Jackson - Slytherin

He had a ton of ambition with all the cunning--but he had a family that made him constantly second guess his own motives. By overcompensating, he hurt himself in the long run. Like the worst of Slytherins, Jackson was hardest on himself when he couldn't live up to his own and other's expectations. In later seasons we saw him finally using his cunning and manipulative nature to his advantage, embracing the parts of himself he didn't like (his kanima side), and then using it as his weapon of choice. He was a good example of seeing what happens when a Slytherin recognizes their toxic behavior and changes for the better, without ever changing who they really are.

Boyd & Erica - Gryffindor

They were both definitely Gryffindors. Fearless, brave, and both were willing to take the fight to the enemy when necessary...but they also had the smart sense to trust their gut. They both chose to accept the bite when Derek offered it to them because they were trying to stand up to their demons; Erica wanted her body to be under her control, again, and Boyd wanted to be able to protect what was left of his family, which then transferred over to him wanting to protect his pack. Boyd had a bit of Hufflepuff in him, as did Erica, what with their pack loyalty, but all in all they were Gryffindors. Their weakness, however, was that their fear still ruled them to some extent, which is why they ran and tried to hide.

Isaac - Slytherin

Despite the cuddly nature he exuded, he was strong, cunning, and always looking for efficiency. He escaped an abusive past and chose to become a werewolf because he wanted to stop the cycle of abuse. Now that is a Slytherin: he wanted the power so that he could stop the abuse of power in the wrong hands. His ambition was different--his ambition was to become a better person than his father, which we saw in how he leaned towards the healing arts and in his soft-spoken nature. Isaac was also fairly adaptable and quick on his feet and willing to recognize when someone else had a better plan. He may not have been as sly as Stiles, or Peter, but he could connive when he wanted to. On the downside, he was hardest on himself when he didn't live up to his own expectations.

Sheriff Stilinski - Hufflepuff

This is a man who is fiercely loyal and hard-working. Though he had strong underpinnings of a Slytherin or Ravenclaw, his loyalty and hard-work are what shined through the most, as well as his trustworthiness. You would be hard-pressed to find someone as loyal as the Sheriff in this show. He kept the secrets that he was given and protected the ones that he cared about, even when it seemed like he couldn't. His weakness, however, was that even when shown that someone had betrayed him, he had a hard time believing it. A good example is when Stiles was taken over by the nogitsune; he struggled to believe it wasn't his son anymore and it pained him to put his son in danger in order to save his son's life.

Melissa McCall - Hufflepuff

Another adult who was a Hufflepuff, but it's true. Through her job as a nurse, she was a healer and a hard worker who showed a deep loyalty not only to her family, but to her community. Throughout the show we saw her trying to keep everyone around her safe, including people that no one particularly trusted. She occasionally trusted too much, like when Scott tried to warn her off Peter, but that was rare for her. Melissa took in Isaac and Stiles, and tried to protect both of them, echoing the true spirit of what it means to be a Hufflepuff, "and I'll take the lot and treat them the same."

Argent - Ravenclaw

Despite being a hunter, he armed himself with knowledge. Chris Argent had a lifetime of experience and used it as his greatest asset throughout the show. Over and over again, we saw him analyzing and re-evaluating everything he knew and learning to accept it as his new reality. When he found out the truths about his sister and his father, he eventually accepted it. Only a Ravenclaw will take new information, confirm it, and then rewrite their belief systems, which Argent does many times during the show. He was a Ravenclaw with Gryffindor like tendencies from time to time, but he used knowledge in the same way he used his weapons; efficiently and with deadly accuracy. The drawback was that he could take too long to make a decision, which can have dangerous consequences when you're in a constant battle and have to act fast. One of those consequences was the loss of his daughter.

Peter - Slytherin

He is who he is. Peter was a Slytherin through and through, in both the best and the worst ways. He had a ton of ambition and he seriously followed through with it: he gained ultimate power and became an Alpha by killing his niece. He was also openly manipulative and conniving, which fully explains why he was consistently drawn to Stiles throughout the series; another person who seems to be just as cunning as him. Though he embodied most of the worst qualities of this house, when he did fight for the right things, he showed the best qualities and gave us a glimpse of who he could have been had he not given in to his darker side.

*I chose these characters because they were either the main characters or the most recurring characters

[devotion]

say it right → t.h

summary: you show a little contempt towards something tom loves. maybe somehow coaxing you into liking it will change your mind. in other words, he fucks you.

prompts: college (uni), porn without plot (?), small town.

warnings: fluff? + smut 18+ minors dni!! extended warnings below the cut.

notes: this ticks my boxes for the prompts on @rosyparkers’s fic bingo! also, no hate towards anyone studying history (i love it) just !! got stumped a bit with the plot but you'll see ;)

word count: 3.2k+ | masterlist

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ex. warnings: mentions of alcohol, dom!tom, bratty behaviour, a bit of ice play, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk, kitchen (unprotected) sex (be safe!), one orgasm denial, pussy slapping, creampie.

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"fucking finally."

tom groans, tossing his backpack to the side after greeting you in the kitchen. settling back into the sofa, he exhales loudly; 'mentally drained' would be putting it lightly and the only reason to explain his pain is because university is stabbing him in the gut lately. however, it's fortunate that it was his last day of term; almost a month of no classes to deal with. and the smell of food wafting in the air is enough for him to forget his worries for a while.

luckily, you took your time walking back from the same uni an hour or two ago, having finished class earlier. tom was at a trip at the time you told him, the slightest bit of upset now that you couldn't get ice-cream on the way back home; only a little custom you both arrange at the last day, and to start the break on a high note.

with a text saying he was almost home, you prepared him some tea─just the way he fancies it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't notice the littlest things, one of them right now being the frequent clink of your ring when you pick your cup of tea. being married and in a six-year long relationship does that. and it subtly makes him smile at the thought of how far you've come. together.

after placing the mug in front of him, you see tom extending an arm around your midriff and before you know it, you're on his lap, his mouth brushing your hairline. then, your lips─meeting them in a sweet kiss. his grip on your bare leg tightens only focussing on how soft he feels against your mouth, how addictively you invade all his senses. like every other time, that same carefree warmth permeates his senses as you're within his hold.

once you hear the timer go off, you pull away, pecking him on the nose. tom releases you, nose ticklish and feeling almost intoxicated after such a short kiss.

"did you have wine?" tom asks you, tongue swiping his lip, savouring the flavour, "can taste it."

you wink in response. "m' mate gave it. left some for you if you want." at that, you head into the kitchen.

"what you making?"

"you know that extra pizza you made a few days ago?" he inclines his head in understanding at your reply as he gets up. "got it out the freezer and popped it in the oven. and can i just tell ya, smells fucking amazing."

he chuckles. the cooking class as an extra-curricular activity works then.

tom tags along behind you, shrugging his blazer off on the way there and hooking it on the coat hanger. he rolls up his polo shirt too and disregards it, the material making him feel stuffy. he feels under-dressed anyway, with you in just a silk robe and no bra─which is normal.

switching the oven off, you spin to see tom only in his slacks and black vest─a perfect fit, for sure. though you don't see a difference if he went shirtless; it's been a while where all of his tank tops, shirts included, have just been showing every crevice and defined structure of his abs and chest.

every time he comes in the room shirtless─now because of weeks of training with his mate, harrison─you've been left in somewhat of a dizzy state. he looks far more than sexy when he arrives home from the gym, in a way you can't particularly describe. you haven't mentioned it in fear of slacking due to the exams you had these past two weeks, knowing full well what would happen if you did. though, you admit it would've helped if you pointed it out, instead of him coming in front of you every now and again like... this. it's like he just wants you to say it.

as if his ego isn't inflated enough.

you roll your eyes at the thought. unbeknownst to you, he catches it, smirking.

it's working, he thinks.

but immediately the buzz of his phone effaces the thought of prompting you further. he'd have to leave flexing his biceps later in the evening.

tom gets distracted by the photos he's taken earlier on in the day, rather than harrison's text. you're taking the pizza out of the oven when tom asks you, making you whip your head around, "wanna see where i went to today?"

tom raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer.

you hum, knowing briefly what he's talking about. he had mentioned it a week ago saying he was to go to a place nearby─somewhere in cirencester─as a treat from the history department and studying your market town.

"c'mere, look," his eyes light up, phone in front of your face as he explains, "this building, right, is the 'cirencester lock-up' where the criminals were kept back in the day."

you sit atop the table as he moves to come stand in front of you, examining the pictures-- for almost a minute. then, compelled to do anything but frown, with both your hands, you tilt his head with your forefinger so he could look at you. mindful of his love for the subject, you question him, "this... is the place you went to on your trip, is it?"

"yeah," his ruffled eyebrow furrows, "why? is it not what you expected?"

"well... thought it would be more... grand is all. looks a bit, dunno... shabby─"

you hear him gasp before you have the chance to continue. "─this is history!" he exclaims, before shaking his head at you; he couldn't believe his ears. "big or small... it means so much to this area. sure, it looks old, but they're literal gems of time's past."

the distress on his face is evident - that you can see. it's beyond him why you feel like this. but then again─the drama gcse he took in secondary school offered him the ability to stress a light situation far too much. up till the point, it looks a bit silly when he's being dramatic. to you, this was one of those times.

meanwhile, when you stare tom down, eyebrow raised, the brief aspect swims in the forefront of his mind─that being, you have a tendency to become a puddle whenever he hopes to cajole you into anything, regardless of what he wants. right now, either due to his boredom or you underrating history, it doesn't matter. tonight he decides that it's just going to be about you and him. with a little fun twist.

"i'll just pretend you didn't say anything for my sanity..." he trails off, a slight teasing tone present in his voice, "for now."

"thank god," you mutter. the light of the sun outside reflects on tom's rolex, the same one you gifted him on your anniversary, almost blinding you as its redirecting near your eyes; it's dusk, and the blinds aren't closed yet─also revealing a really beautiful sunset outside which you haven't had time to admire yet because of him. "can you also not blind me? much appreciated."

advancing towards you, he laughs dryly, head coming in level with your own. his happy demeanour from the moment he came home has changed: he's biting his lip, gaze boring into your own with his jaw tight shut.

but then, what really gets to you, the most poignant sound that makes your heart drop is that... he tuts.

you swallow; knowing tom, you feel like it's not really the end. with that in mind, you're not prepared for what's to come. yet immediately, your thighs squeeze together because of the electrical-like current that passes through your body─all the way to where you want him.

in short, you know you're his. heart, pussy and soul - his. and he certainly acknowledges that. your legs slightly go apart at the thought, ready to give any indication for him to bury his head where it rightfully belongs. it's hard not to - especially with the warmth that's radiating from him, his breath hot as he's a few centimetres away, as if luring you already.

the sudden change in atmosphere brings a chill to your spine. the control within his hands is powerful. and you're his victim.

tom gets the message. yet, he doesn't give in all at once. he wants to enjoy you, savour you, adore you. to simply rush would ruin doing all of those things.

"let's focus on how good you've been for me these past few weeks, yeah?" he starts, retreating back to the freezer. he dives in and then, shuts it, an ice cube at hand.

the confusion on your face doesn't go unnoticed; firstly, only one? second, he doesn't use ice except with gin. and there's none of that in the house. unless...

placing the ice cube on the table next to you to stop it from melting, he continues, "maybe after, i can fuck that attitude out of you."

it takes seconds for you to remark, "just because of history? seriously?" you resist the urge to roll your eyes, turning your head to the side, "for the love of fuck."

he shrugs his shoulders, "yep, that's me. i love to fuck," his arms come on either side of you, "any excuse to fuck you."

"so you're basically admitting that you're being a dramatic bi-"

at once, your bottom lip is captured with tom's, swallowing your words altogether when you deepen the kiss yourself. pulling away a little, his voice is raspy when he speaks, "my girl is always so ready for anything."

he knows you're wet, you suppose. it only burns the fire within you moreso at your implication. just as the belt of your robe is untied, your breasts are being caressed by tom's large and callous hands.

tom moves to kiss the underside of your neck, "my woman," a nip at your sweet spot, "my wife," another kiss at your clavicle, "my everything." the primal desire in his kisses grows with each kiss and the affection in his words is sufficient for you to bring him closer, crying out to him for more.

you plead, "tommy-"

"always ready for my cock," he starts again, making your breath hitch in an instant. you bite back a moan at his brazen choice of wording.

"what was that?" he presses, "you can't take it can you? my pretty girl can't take it."

"'course i fuckin' can't."

tom brings the ice cube from earlier over your clothed pussy, grateful for the cold weather. the extreme difference in temperature makes you hiss in delight, body quivering. already, water drips from tom's hands, and it's hard to tell whether it's your arousal or the melting ice.

after moving your navy blue panties to the side, he swirls it around your bundle of nerves again, hips jerking upwards. not only do you notice the cheeky glint in your husband's eyes, but the absence of the ice cube too as his own thumb replaces it.

"already melted?" tom chuckles, "this─" his middle and forefinger slaps your clit with a slight force that makes you yelp, "─warm for me, yeah?"

he doesn't give you a chance to respond, a finger entering your wetness in a heartbeat. whilst his thumb circles your clit, he adds another digit, starting to move in and out in a slow manner─watching you unravel before him.

"you feel so good for me, princess," he coos, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

darkness soon prevails the room, though not fully, as the street lamp outside only grants tom the pleasant view of your yearning state. a few minutes go by with your chest heaving─letting out aching breaths of air that sears the walls of your lungs. the only thing that treat tom's ears is the squelching sound your cunt produces. his cock twitches at the noise, feeling it pulsing the more the seconds tick by. he feels restrained in his boxers; it's a shame you're not witnessing how hard he is as your eyes are shut tight.

but it's not too long when he feels you convulse around him, because he starts going on a pace that would be considered merciless at this point. whines turn into loud moans, the pressure building up.

owing to this, your legs are shaking, unable to lay off the climax that's approaching. instantly, when at the same moment you become so close, the coil inside you on the borderline of snapping, your attention is averted towards tom's ridiculous belief. again.

"history is what makes us today, don't you believe that?" he pants.

you knit your eyebrows together, trying to focus on cumming first. yet, you snap your eyes open, to see him licking his lips, "t-tom, please─" you falter, chest heaving.

"no," tom responds bluntly, ceasing his movements then and there. his fingers─wedged deep inside your pussy─tense as you somehow suck them in further at his disapproval. you were so near to what you wanted. he goes on, "say it─"

"─gosh, you're insufferable, tom."

he responds by pressing his thumb harshly on your throbbing clit, making you whimper.

"i said say it," tom repeats, "say it right so you get what you think you deserve."

"say what, tom, huh?" you snap through gritted teeth, "history is great?"

"yes, for crying out loud."

"do i get bonus points if i act like i care?" you prompt, seeking to provoke him further; if irritating him will get him to fuck you, then so be it.

he flares his nose, reluctantly pulling his fingers out your dripping cunt. you gulp as you see him remove his trousers as well as his boxers, his cock springing out bold and unbound. you're enticed at his length, no matter how many times you've seen it─stiff and thick and his tip leaking pre-cum. tom catches you licking your lips and you're now more aware than ever of the hunger that lingers in his gaze.

as he strokes his cock, tom's eyes darken as he scans your figure. your body yearns for more, and it shows; the way your body arches up, the way your hands clutch the edge of the counter so tightly─you look so beautiful under his torture.

"just have to prove it to me, darling," he draws closer, "scream my name," he growls, his tip prodding your entrance to which you shakily gasp at the familiar sensation, "when i stretch your walls, i fucking want people to know that i make you feel good,"

"you gonna do that for me, princess?"

his free hand grips your hip, sliding behind to your ass to bring you closer towards the edge of the surface. after squeezing your bum, he slaps it─evoking a sharp jolt of your hips to move forward. the abrupt action causes the aching tip of his cock to slip inside your warm hole whereupon you both groan at the contact.

"reckon i could make you cum in five minutes?"

you shake your head, smirking, "two."

he grins, shutting his eyes and sinking in ever so slowly. he breathes out, "fuckin' ell."

your head falls back, moaning in agreement. fucking hell, indeed; he feels so snug, your pussy accustomed to his size easily as he reaches further. like it was made for him.

whilst your fingers claw into his shoulders, tom moves down to kiss you, mouth hot and wet as it explores every inch of your own and tongues moulding each other repeatedly. you take the chance to clamp around his hips, placing your foot below his ass─allowing him to drive into you deeper.

tom recedes, grunting, "oh."

forget seeing stars─you feel like you can picture planets as he rocks into you. it goes to show how long you've gone without fucking. long enough for your orgasm to be building so soon. two minutes it is. or maybe tom understands your body too well, bottoming out as soon as he sees your jaw going slack. the angle that he's pounding in at is beyond perfect.

soon enough, the shockwaves that edges nearer in your stomach compels you to shove your hips, meeting his strong thrusts without thought. tom's name rolls off your tongue over and over again, the volume of your voice amplifying the more he hits that spot deep inside you─up till the point you're screaming. just like he asked you to before. and there you are, cumming, clenching around his dick as you fail to remember your surroundings. and unfortunately, your neighbours, too.

it's rather quick when you hear tom crying out your name into your neck after you. his thrusts become sloppy, given that he's draining as much of his cum inside you─spending of what he has in him. eventually, he comes to a stop, as well as the harsh bite of his teeth below your jaw. you feel turned on again but not adequate enough for your body to want to come again; you're absolutely spent.

"were you teasing me the whole time?" he mumbles into your chest a minute or two later, still inside you, creating circles with the pads of his fingers on your waist.

the answer you give him lies in the glimmer of your eyes when he looks up at you. "of course i love history, babe," you tease, "glad i pissed you off, though."

"this is why we can't have nice things," he whines, "you're always fucking my feelings over."

"awh no," you murmur, "you know i love you and your inner-nerd of history."

a blush appears on his cheeks. "forget it, now the pizza's cold," he pouts, head resting onto your shoulder.

"your fucking fault, babe," you remark, palms smoothing over the sides of his head, "now eat it."

he has different plans. "wouldn't mind eating you out actually. much better," he murmurs, hands coming to sit on the inside of your thighs. he stretches them again, cock slipping out of your cunt. the whimper you let out is because you feel empty.

you crave to feel stuffed again.

"you really know how to change the mood very quickly. innit, tom?" you ask.

he ignores you; once he's in line with your core, his eyes lock with yours, your breath hitching at the prospect of him giving you head. even after fucking you senseless, you feel like you won't be able to take it.

tom's tongue is already prepared to dive into your hole─some of his cum he's dumped inside moments before decorates your thighs and dribbles onto the floor, though more of his seed seems to still be confined inside you.

it looks heavenly. all his.

"may i?"

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