#this is so embarrassing i know my followers are like crossing the street to avoid this post coming down the dash

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Had a MASSIVE crush on you for years, still think of you fondly. Love the MASHposting

This is such a nice and sweet ask and I'm so incredibly grateful that you generously took time out of your day to be so kind. It means a lot and just from this small interaction I know you must be a very warm, caring person. Truly, humbly, thank you so much. <3

but also real quick no jokes if u have a moment if its not too much trouble or too intrusive a question could u tell me real quick why did u stop having a crush on me please tell me what happened did you find someone else did I do something wrong why didn't you tELL ME PLEASE WAIT COME BACK PLEASE WHAT DID I DO I CAN FIX IT I PROMISE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPSLEALSEPLEAESSEEEEEE

[joelsmorality]

Can’t Keep Going Like This

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader.   Summary: After another argument, you and Joel finally iron some things out.   Warnings: Some angst, but it’s mostly fluff.    Note: This was originally a scene I ended up scrapping from my longer fic, but I figured with some editing it could be a fun stand-alone. So, here it is. lol  Tag list (My Joel fics in general. To be added just leave me a comment saying so!): @faceache111​

The streets of Jackson were quiet at this time of night.

You could hear the odd distant voices or hum of a generator, but otherwise it just seemed that the only other sound was your footsteps. The string of lights above your head that lit up the otherwise dark street added to the peaceful feel of the place–it had been enough when you had first arrived to almost make you forget what the rest of the world outside was like. There were little reminders, moments where you knew things were very different from the world you had left over a decade ago, yet you felt safe. Inside the gates, that is.

All of those facts combined, however, didn’t leave you feeling all that content the current night. You wandered through the darkening town, hands in your pockets with your shoulders slumped. Exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on you, yet the embarrassment of what happened hours ago sat heavily on you.

Having arguments with Joel, even outright fights, wasn’t exactly uncommon. He was stubborn, closed-off, and even frustrating to deal with at points. Yet, it had felt like you had progressed beyond the hostilities a while ago, and there was…something. You didn’t know what. You had been quick to label it as a friendship a while ago, but there was a certain pull in you that wanted more than that. Sometimes it felt like that notion was returned, but neither of you wanted to actually push over that line.

Then there were nights like this. Anger, frustration. You wanted to believe that things were just said in the heat of the moment, but it was hard to tell sometimes.

Usually, things like that happened without the added eyes on you. That was what made the night different from others, and the reason that you had stormed off before Joel could have the last word and do the same. It was juvenile, giving into the childish need to shout and insult. Yet, the reality of the moment had been quick to sink in shortly after that line was crossed, and you gave into the urge to just get out of there. Fortunately, Joel let you leave without following out after you. Though, you imagined it probably took some restraint.

You were just…tired of this. The uncertainty, the pull and push of someone who didn’t know what he wanted. Yet…well, you knew it was unfair to put it all on Joel. You didn’t really know exactly what you wanted, either. There had been many nights where you had time to think about your relationship with him–to overthink and overlook things, too. If you were reading into things too much, or maybe you were missing a signal or something. You didn’t know.

Could just ask.

It really couldn’t be that simple, could it? You knew you hadn’t exactly been completely open about everything, to ask some hard and embarrassing questions. You had certainly asked a few hard questions throughout the time you had been with him–digging into his past, into yours. Yet, this was something you kept locked away behind your teeth. It was something to chew on, but you could never just spit the words out.

Maybe you just should.

With an exhale, you stopped as you knew you were presented with a choice. You could just head back to the place you were staying at, leaving the whole situation behind. Maybe you’d try distancing yourself–there were a lot of people in Jackson, a lot of things to do. It wouldn’t be hard to just foster some space from him, shift out a couple patrols and just…avoid.

Or, you could turn and head toward where you knew he and Ellie were staying. The last you had seen her, Ellie seemed interested in spending some time with some friends she was making and you knew she probably wouldn’t walk in on whatever conversation you’d have with Joel. At least, you would have to hope so. Still, it was an opportunity to just lay everything on the table, ask the questions you’ve been wanting to and just get a damn answer. Whatever it was, you would deal with it. It had to be better than just not knowing and not knowing how to proceed.

With another sigh, you shook your head lightly. The better choice was clear.

Gathering some courage, you turned and headed toward the house. You weren’t sure how he’d greet you when you showed up, but you were sick of things. There had been enough tension and butting heads, you figured you were owed a bit of an honest conversation that wasn’t close to a fully public argument. Still, you hadn’t been in a position like this in a long time–to have to put your heart out in front of someone and let them react to it in whatever way they needed to. It left you with a nervous twist in your gut, despite the determination. It was something that needed to be done, as much as you wished things like this could happen without you having to go about it like this.

The lights of the house were still on, which spurred you to approach his front door. Yet, you couldn’t help the hesitation when you lifted your hand to knock. With a quick exhale, you finally knocked a few times on the door and backed away, tucking your hands back into the pockets of your jacket.

In the moments after, a part of you born of anxiety and some sort of wounded pride, just wanted to bolt. Yet, you knew that was counterproductive and childish too. Upon hearing the dull thuds of him approaching the door, you knew the time for that had passed anyway.

Despite the anger that you both had left with, you were surprised to just see some mild surprise under the tightness of his expression once Joel had opened the door.

“Can I come in?” you asked around a small exhale, sounding more tired than you were expecting too.

“Yeah,” Joel replied shortly, stepping aside to let you slip by him before he shut the door behind you.

Jackson had a number of homes with old furniture in them–some sense of communal living, you supposed, though it seemed like Joel and Ellie had their own place unlike yourself. It wasn’t your first time inside the home, though never in such an awkward situation. Still, you moved around with some familiarity, trying to piece together what you wanted to say. You knew what you needed to say, just not exactly sure how to form the words.

So, it had your arms crossing, coming to a stop in the living room before you turned toward him again.

“Look…” you started around another small sigh, “I didn’t come here to continue to argue with you, but I shouldn’t have run off. That’s not how I handle conflicts, but…I just don’t understand what’s going on here. With us.”

“With us?” Joel asked, his expression tight, a little unreadable, but you could see the way his shoulders had slumped. It was a good sign, at least.

“Yeah, I…” you trailed off, dropping your arms to your sides as you let out a somewhat humorless huff, “I mean, you have to know that I’m interested in you after all this time. At least, I hope it won’t come as a surprise.”

Joel stared at you, taking you in for a few moments before he ran a hand over his mouth, nodding lightly. “It’s not.”

“I just…” you said, bowing your head for a few moments as you pressed your lips into a thin line to hold back the rush of emotion that sat in you. “I haven’t had a group in a long time. People I can trust–people I can genuinely say I care about and who…who care for me. Yet…I honestly don’t know what I’m going to get from you, Joel. Some days it feels like I really get to know you, that things are good and are progressing toward…something, and then you push me away so harshly and I’m just…left completely confused.”

Despite the situation, you could tell there was a bit of a weight lifted off of you at that moment. Finally, you said something about the trend in your relationship with him that you noticed. Still, you knew the conversation was far from over, you weren’t getting the icey dismissal that you had gotten earlier and you figured it was a chance to actually address this situation.

“Am I overthinking things?” you asked, “Seeing things that aren’t actually there? I just want an answer, even if it hurts me.”

“You’re not,” Joel replied simply after your questions lingered in the space between you both, “It’s me. I don’t know what I’m doin’. I’m not a good person, you know this, and I think you’d do a lot better with someone else. That’s why I shove you away when I catch myself thinking differently.”

“I can make my own choices, can’t I?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah, it’s just…”

“I know what you mean,” you clarified, stepping a little closer to him, “I just haven’t really been thinking in the same way. Maybe in the beginning, when I didn’t really know you, but…being here with you and Ellie…I finally feel like maybe I can stay somewhere. With people I trust. I’ll–I’ll accept if you reject me, but being pulled back and forth like I have been is not good for me.”

“I wouldn’t have to keep pushing you away if I could actually reject you,” Joel said with almost a touch of humor in his tone, but you could tell it was a little bitter too. Some previous frustration, maybe? It’d make sense, considering how much you had been dealing with. “I thought you would get sick of me and leave, just make it easier. I guess this is the result I was waiting for, just…it’s a hell of a lot different than I was thinking.”

“I thought about it sometimes,” you admitted, “and I will if it continues. I accept that you can be a thorny asshole sometimes, but I can’t keep letting that happen.”

“Didn’t feel good doing that,” Joel said, “I’m sorry. For tonight, too.”

Throughout the last minute of your conversation, you noticed a shift in him. The familiar wall you had seen him put up time and time again was lowering, as you had seen it do from time to time. On uneventful patrols when moods were high, when you would sit in with him and Ellie when they’d pass a guitar back and forth. The side of him that Ellie poked you about when she’d catch the both of you one-on-one. You knew there was a lot of territory you both had to navigate about each other, but the idea that you wouldn’t have to deal with that being shut off from you again was enough to make you feel like you had made the right choice.

“You want to be with me?” you asked after a few moments, stepping closer to him and watching his expression carefully. While a part of you knew with what he admitted so far that feeling as nervous as you were was ridiculous, but you couldn’t help the way your heart was racing.

“If you’ll have me,” he replied with a small nod. You nodded, struggling to fight back the grin that appeared on your features at the relief that flooded into you.

Which was what had you accepting his hand cupping your cheek, his mouth pressing against yours.

It didn’t take you long to respond to the kiss, despite the small shock it gave you when it fully registered. It was firm at first, a message sent and received, but it shifted more into something natural after a few moments. You wrapped your arms around him as Joel pulled you in closer, nearly brushing your body against his. His beard lightly scratched against you as he deepened the kiss, but you didn’t particularly care as you moved a hand up into his hair.

You were taken a little off guard by how much a part of you had been craving this type of closeness with him. You were attracted to him, had wanted to impress him at first and then just wanted to be closer once you could consider him a friend. A part of you could understand his reluctance, you had played a similar game of tug-of-war with yourself about your developing feelings for him. So, to be in his arms currently like you were was something else. The relief was almost intoxicating, making you almost reluctant to pull back, even with a lightheadedness from the lack of air forced you to.

Finally, you parted from the kiss somewhat, but didn’t really separate. You found yourself resting your head against his shoulder as you tightened your arms around him in an embrace. Joel wrapped his arms around you in return, your hands tightening into the fabric of his shirt in return as if telling yourself that this really was happening.

“I forgive you,” you muttered into his shoulder, “I know it’s not easy for you.”

“I’m still sorry,” he said, voice low and right above your ear before you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head.

You shut your eyes, soaking in the moment for as long as you could. You knew Ellie would be back soon, and you didn’t know how she’d react to the sight before her. Yet, you also suspected that she might not be completely surprised either, but it was hard to say with her.

One thing you knew was that you finally felt like you could be at home with them, in Jackson, instead of being separate and alone for the first time in years.

[mrsnegan]

Hi, are u still open for request? Cause I need season 11 Negan x reader story, well maybe some smut too 😬

[Hiii! I'm so, so sorry I haven't written sooner for your request. But here it is, set somewhere between season 10 and 11. I hope you like it.]

Summary: Negan helps out Y/N to get rid of an unwanted admirer. Surprisingly for both of them, things take an interesting turn.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex

"Ugh, not him again", she whispered to herself while walking the streets of Alexandria. Most people were busy repairing all the recent damages, building new homes, so she figured she would find somewhere to help. But with Robert just a few feet away from her, she wanted to disappear somewhere. Robert was fairly new to the community, he joined Alexandria a few months ago. He seemed to be a nice guy, Y/N thought at first, though he had tried several times to hit on her unsuccessfully and seemed to not accept a simple no. She was frustrated to say the least. He hadn't harassed her in any other way, although he was persistent to ask her out and she wasn't in the mood to test his patience, so she avoided him as best as she could.

But now her luck seemed to thin out. With no other option nearby, she made quick steps towards the little shack where all the tools were stored. Just as she closed the door behind her, Y/N registered she wasn't alone.

"Well, well, hello Y/N."

Negan's deep voice shook her to the core, she wasn't expecting him to be in here.

"Hi", she stammered, half-whispering.

"Are you hiding or something?" Negan asked amused.

"Matter-of-factly I am. Now could you please lower your voice?", she whispered back.

Negan smiled at her, carefully putting down the hammer onto the shelf next to him. With his arms crossed in front of his body, he looked at her.

"So, whom are we hiding from?" he whispered back.

Even if Negan wasn't a favorite among the Alexandrian people, she kind of liked him. He was hard-working and despite his past, he was friendly towards her, so she figured she could tell him. "Robert, the new one. He asked me out a couple of times, I'm not interested and he knows. Though he always keeps on pressuring me into spending time with him. I just don't want to see him", Y/N explained in a low voice, leaning against the work bench behind her, a few steps opposite from Negan.

His face turned serious for a brief second, then they could hear footsteps in front of the shack, coming nearer. With no windows - luckily or not - Negan took a look through one of the gaps between the wooden boards of the shack.

"It's him, isn't it? Fuck, he saw me", Y/N breathed.

Negan nodded, but smiled at her. "I have a plan. Do you trust me?"

Y/N just stared at him, calcuating her response. When she nodded curtly, Negan shamelessly began to moan in front of her - with that damn grin of his reaching from ear to ear. He wasn't even blinking when he upped his game with some dirty talk. "Baby, you feel so good around my dick."

He motioned for her with his fingers to take part in their little play pretend to make it more believable. Y/N gulped visibly, embarrassed to moan in front of Negan. That plan of his was insane.

"Don't go all shy on me now, Y/N, you weren't when you sucked my dick like a damn pro."

The footsteps seemed to have stopped a few feet away, at least none of them could hear them anymore.

She looked at him with big eyes, mouth agape. The balls he had to just do that with no shame made her body tingle. Just for one moment she imagined what it would feel to actually have him buried deep inside of her. This thought alone made her press her thighs together.

"I want to hear you", he added as another invitation for her to join the game, voice raspy.

"Negan", she finally breathed, testing the feel of his name on her tongue. She liked it - a lot. With hot cheeks she moaned lighty, followed by a richer one, her eyes drifting to the floor.

"That's it, show me how fucking good I make you feel. I don't care who hears us, let them all know you are mine."

Negan didn't sound so far away anymore and as his boots came into her view, she knew why.

Her eyes darted upwards, lips parted. She could smell him at this distance, a mix of hard work and his own unique scent.

She moaned again, this time because her body betrayed her, his presence too intoxicating to not indulge.

His gaze was fixed on her lips and as they continued their little play, the air between them shifted.

His knuckles lightly grazed her cheek before he looked from her lips up to her eyes, silently asking for permission.

There wasn't any second thought for Y/N, she nodded instantly and was greeted by his lips crashing onto hers. His body drove her farther into the work bench, his hands grasping her face to deepen the kiss.

Her hands clawed at his blue shirt while his kisses made her go insane with lust.

Without wasting anymore time, Negan's hands undid the button and fly of her jeans, hastily pulling it down together with her underwear. Y/N let out a shriek when he grasped her hips with both hands and positioned her on the bench. He then opened his own trousers to pull out his solid length.

"Haven't done this in a while, excuse the lack of foreplay, but I can't fucking wait to feel you", he explained while he traced his length through her folds.

"Damn baby, you're so wet for me. Did my dirty talk turn you on?"

"What do you think?" she quipped back, as impatient as Negan.

"That mouth on you." Negan laughed while he slowly sank into her.

Hungry kisses drowned their shared moaning at the feel of each other. Y/N hadn't done this lately either, she felt like being pulled up to heaven by the feel of his dick inside of her.

"Fuuuck me, you do feel so good around me", he complimented her while he moved in and out of her at a moderate pace.

"Is he still out there?" Y/N tried to make out the footsteps they heard before but the only thing she could hear was Negan's heavy breathing against her neck.

"The fuck do you care?" Negan hissed, not silencing the moans spilling out of his mouth. "They could all watch, we would give them a show they would never forget."

His boldness made her laugh nervously which bled into a rich moan with the first deeper thrust he delivered.

"Shit, Negan", she moaned in earnest now, clawing at his back while his thrusts got harder.

"There she fucking is", he exclaimed with a shit-eating grin. "That's how you should sound while being fucked."

One of his hands went into her hair at the nape of her neck while the finger of his other hand dug into her hip, so he could drive himself over and over again into her.

Forehead pressed against forehead, they groaned with every forceful push and pull. The work bench squeaked with their movements, everyone walking by would definitely know about what happened inside.

"Negan, I'm close..."

"Don't worry baby, I got ya", he moaned while he let go of her hip to draw tight circles on her clit.

The added pressure together with the insanely fucking he gifted her with drove her into unknown heights. She nearly screamed his name as she came, brain foggy with pleasure.

"Goddammit, Y/N", Negan groaned out loud before he pulled out and spilled onto her thighs.

They both tried to catch their breaths and laughed heartily at what they had just done.

Negan whiped her clean with a spare shirt he kept in his backpack near the door.

"Thank you", Y/N smiled at him.

"You're very welcome, baby. Here, let me help you down."

"I never want to come down from this high", she laughed, pulling her underwear up again, then her jeans.

"Well, then let me cook for you, make up for the lack of conversation and foreplay we had."

With an amused shake of her head she watched him also getting dressed again. "You can cook?"

"Of fucking course I can cook. I make a hell of a good pasta sauce. When we're not as short of supplies as we are now, I will make the most delicious dinner for you."

Y/N went on her tiptoes to kiss Negan. "Helping me out, making me come and also cooking for me? Who would've thought you're this talented?"

"Don't you ever underestimate me, baby. It's true what they say out there, I'm not a good man. But I'm very good with my hands."

With a hearty laugh, Y/N took Negan's hands into hers, inspecting them intently.

"I do believe you, I like your hands. And I would love for you to cook for me."

"Can't fucking wait." Negan kissed her knuckles, shouldered his backpack and, with a wink, went outside first.

His signature grin was plastered all over his face and he hoped he would see Robert just to rub the truth right into his face. And the faces of everyone else in Alexandria that despised him.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @you-a-southpaw-doll

[1800-fight-me]

City Streets

Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Part Two - Castle Hallways

Rating: T

Warnings: Canon typical discussions of depravity? Idk there really aren’t any for this one y’all it’s fluff

Word count: Almost 1k

Synopsis: You accidentally bump into the prince on the streets of King’s Landing. 

Author’s note: I wrote this quickly this afternoon and only read it through once because this idea took hold of me and wouldn’t go away until I wrote it lol hope y’all like it! 

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Aemond Masterlist  

You had a list of things to get in the market today but you were almost certain you took a wrong turn. 

You discovered that you most certainly had taken a wrong turn when you realized you were on the street of silk. 

You pulled out your list as you walked and thought about the quickest way to get all your items so you could return back home and read the book that was calling to you. 

“Oof sorry,” you mumbled as you bumped into a hooded man as he turned. 

Large hands reached out and grasped at your arms to secure your balance and prevent you from falling. 

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly as you looked up at the man.  

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the handsome man’s face and met his gaze. 

“It is fine,” he said, his voice like honey, with a nod and he let go of you. 

Your eyes roamed his distinct angular face and something seemed vaguely familiar about him. 

But surely you would remember seeing a man this beautiful before. And he had an eye patch, which was peculiar, as well as a scar that crossed his brow, beneath the eyepatch, and reached his cheek. 

He turned back to his companion but at the flash of white hair beneath his hood you grabbed his arm.  

“Wait!” you exclaimed. 

He turned to look at you warily. 

You grinned. 

“You are Prince Aemond, are you not?” you asked and his eye widened in surprise. 

He looked around to assure no one heard you as he secured his hood back over his telltale white hair and you giggled. 

“It’s true, isn’t it?” 

He pursed his beautifully shaped lips and nodded at you. 

His companion was still distracted as he spoke to a woman in a doorway behind the prince. 

“Good gods, I should curtsy, shouldn’t I?” you started to attempt to do so but again his hands shot out and grabbed your upper arms. 

“Please don’t. We are trying to go unnoticed,” he said very seriously and you nodded. 

“Well is there anything I can help you with?” you asked, and felt a pang of sadness as he released you once again. 

You were sure you would never feel this level of excitement again outside of the pages of your books for as long as you lived. 

He sighed and looked back at his companion who shook his head at him. 

“Perhaps. We are looking for someone. Do you have any idea where in the city men of depravity find themselves?” he asked and he seemed almost embarrassed to pose the question. 

“Here, my prince,” you said, confusion in your voice as you gestured at the building behind him. 

“No, someplace worse,” he said. 

“Surely you do not want to-“ 

“It is essential that we find this person,” he urged and you nodded. 

“Yes, I know where you may look, but I can only lead you most of the way. I will not go inside,” you said seriously and he nodded in understanding. 

He looked back at his companion and indicated his head at him to follow the two of you. 

You held your hand out and he took it in his large calloused hand and you led him through streets and alleyways towards the place in King’s Landing that you most avoided. 

You were close to the place when he suddenly hissed, “King’s Guard.” 

He pressed you up against a wall and buried his face in your throat. 

His companion ducked into a nearby alley and pretended to relieve himself. 

“Wrap your arms around me,” the prince ordered you and you were more than happy to comply with his instructions as the puff of his breath on your neck made you shiver. 

“Are they gone?” he whispered and his nose brushed your sensitive skin as he spoke. 

“Yes, they appear to be heading in the same direction as us,” you murmured back.

He pulled back enough to look into your face. 

“Perhaps we should linger a moment longer to ensure they do not notice us following,” he said. 

He saw the confusion on your face and he explained. “They are looking for the same person we are, so this is good, we must be on the right trail,” he said. 

You looked up at him, distracted by his gorgeous looks. “You are much more handsome than people say,” you blurted out. 

He smirked. 

“Let’s continue,” he said as he took your hand and allowed you to lead him once again. 

After a few more streets you stopped and he and his companion stopped with you. 

“It is that building there,” you said and you pointed ahead. 

His companion continued ahead as the prince nodded at you. 

“I do not know exactly what occurs there, but beware. I have heard it is truly awful. This is as far as I will go,” you said and he squeezed your hand before he let it go. 

“Thank you, my lady,” he said. 

“O-of course, my prince,” you said, in awe that a prince of the realm thanked you and called you a title you absolutely were not worthy of. 

“What can I do to repay you?” he asked and you shook your head. 

“Nothing, it was my pleasure,” you said bashfully. 

He reached for your hand and took it in his. 

He then lifted it enough to press his perfect lips to the back of your hand and you could not hide how flustered you felt. 

He smirked at you once again before he turned on his heel and left. 

You stared at his retreating form and knew this was a story no one in your life would ever believe. 

You squealed in happiness as you turned and headed off to finally complete your list of tasks. 

Everything taglist:

@spideysimpossiblegirl @dinandgone @ohpedromypedro @littlemisspascal @tombraider42017 @kirsteng42 @just-here-for-the-moment @salome-c

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[throneofsapphics]

Irene I am BEGGING you to give me some Manon & Nesta being in a poly relationship with the reader. PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME I NEED IT

Dating Manon and Nesta headcanons

Manon x Reader x Nesta 

Warnings: not proofread, some suggestiveness 

A/N: I’m trying this headcanon style, please bear with me, also if you want an nsfw version please let me know!

They would be SO competitive with each other, even over inconsequential things. Enough to drive you absolutely insane sometimes.You’d sit down with them and tell them to quit it … 

“We’re not that bad.” Nesta protested, glancing at Manon - who was stewing, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. 

“You got into a fight over who the cat likes better.” 

“There is no argument,” Manon snapped. “It’s me.”  Conveniently, said cat jumped right into your lap, turning around and purring before settling. 

“I think you’re both wrong,” you grinned, stroking the creature’s fur. Manon’s eyes narrowed as she glared at the tabby cat, and you could’ve sworn she mouthed, “traitor,” and looked to Nesta who had an identical expression on her face. 

The two would also be overprotective, to a fault sometimes. Anywhere you went, one of them would want to be with you - and if they couldn’t they’d want to know where you’re going, who you’re with, and what time you’d be back. It didn’t necessarily feel controlling to you and you could tell it came from a place of concern or care. They never stopped you from going out anywhere. If someone had the nerve to look remotely threatening to you, it would not end well for them. 

You were stumbling through the city streets, cheeks flushed from the alcohol with a cheery smile on your face, leaning on one of your friends. You saw Manon and Nesta towards the end of the road, and immediately let out a slightly-embarrassing squeal. Nesta’s mouth twitched up at the corners, and to any outsider Manon’s expression would look the same, but you saw how her eyes lightened the tiniest amount. You straightened, and started taking off ahead of your friends towards them. 

One yanked on your arm, drawing a yelp out of you as you stumbled back. “Wait I wanted to talk to you about -”  You didn’t find out what he wanted you to talk about, because he was pinned to the wall, Iron nails digging into his throat within seconds. 

“Manon,” you snapped, moving to try and pull her off. Nesta’s arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you back into her. 

“Touch her again, male,” Manon snarled, “and you’ll lose your arm.” 

He gave the tiniest of nods, and you tried to yell an apology, but he’d already darted off down the street, a few others following him. 

“It was good to see you, y/n.” One of your friends gave you a smile, and a respectful nod towards them, before heading off after him. 

“That was unnecessary.” You grumbled, and winced as you moved your shoulder. He had pulled rather hard. 

“You’re hurting.” Nesta said, carefully laying her hand on your other shoulder. “You should’ve done worse.” She commented, shifting her gaze to Manon. 

“No.” You snapped before the Witch could take off after him. “Take me home,” you followed, a bit more gently. She looked down the street, then at the blood on her nails, as if contemplating what it would feel like to rip out his throat, before giving a short nod. You exhaled slowly. Murder avoided, for the night. 

One of your favorite things is to watch them spar with each other, the sweat glistening off their muscles, Windcleaver and Ataraxia both twisting in a whirl of steel, half-hearted snarls directed at each other. Afterwards, you thoroughly enjoyed tugging them both right into your room.  

You and Nesta would call each other pet names, (darling, my love, beautiful) and Manon would make fun of you for it, so the two of you came up with the most ridiculous ones you could think of for her. 

“Baby pumpkin,” you called, wrapping your arms around Manon’s waist as she sharpened one of her daggers.

“What did you call me?” She said quietly, believing she’d misheard you at first.

“Is sweety-pie better?” You cooed. 

“It’s not.” She snarled, “I’ll cut your tongue out.” She ran the blade particularly harshly over the stone. 

“You like my tongue too much.” You could’ve sworn you spotted a light blue blush on her cheeks. 

Nesta would read smutty or romance books out loud to you, and in the beginning Manon would pretend she wasn’t interested, but the two of you noticed how she’d start paying more attention to specific books, and made a point to read those. 

The two of them fell in love with you first, and it took some time and lots of coaxing on your part for them to warm up to each other, but they slowly did.

It was your favorite thing to watch how they started falling for each other - Manon would bring home different books for Nesta, or slip in a few of her favorite flowers along with yours. Nesta would figure out what Manon’s favorite foods were and make sure they were always available. 

They’re both relentless work-a-holics, and you have to convince them to take days off at least once a week. A lot of times you resort to guilt-tripping or extra motivation, but you’re able to justify it to yourself. 

They SPOIL you. Like spoil you rotten, always bringing you home different things - whether it’s flowers, chocolates, a new dagger, a pretty bracelet, a kitten - anything you show the mildest interest in is going to end up with you. 

I feel like you’d all live in a scenic cabin somewhere, plenty of meadows full of flowers nearby for Abraxos, some space for a garden (that would grow wild because the three of you have no idea what to do with it and probably just threw some seeds in the dirt to see what happened), and a extensive library (at least for a personal one.)

[cloudninetonine]

since requests are open would it be ok to ask for Yandere wars dating player and just ✨ fluff ✨ in players world?

I hope this is okay, I was bouncing ideas for ten minutes and this is what came out ~~~~~~~~~~

“Someone seems happy.”

From his spot in the bed, Warriors hummed- content, relaxed as he raised his eyes from the book upon his lap to watch you saunter into the room, hair slightly damp from your shower and now dressed warmly in your PJs. 

The others were all situated downstairs on the inflatable mattress and the sofa, some asleep, others not while the Captain had made himself very comfortable in your own bed. Nothing you would hold against him, of course, your relationship deemed it fair to share your bed with him, especially when you knew he liked to be held in the night- “You keep the nightmares away.” was something he had told you a little further back in a moment of vulnerability and since then you had made it your job to keep those nightmares as far as possible.

Your mother had given you a look, a little disinterested and just plain “really?” when you had tried to excuse his presence in your bed one day, stumbling, fumbling and downright bumbling- embarrassing yourself until she had finally interjected for your sanity.

“Sweetheart, I genuinely don’t care- can you please just pass me a drink from your fridge? I can’t be arsed to go downstairs.”

She never bothered you about the subject ever again.

“I said- someone seems happy.” Your chuckle was light as you sat yourself down on the edge of the bed, eyeing the book in his hands- “Link, can you even read that?”

“....Next question.”

You both shared a jaunty laugh, your body moving to cuddle up next to him in the comfort of your thick duvet, nuzzling into his arm. He was warm, the whole bed was warm from his own heat, feeling like a loving embrace after a long, draining shift at work.

“How was your day at the tavern?”

Speaking of such- you giggled at his phrasing, gently playing with a few strands of his hair. “Link, I’ve told you- It’s called a cafe.”

“It’s similar in likeness.”

“It’s really not.” 

At his playful snort, you rolled your eyes, catching his own staring intently at you before you leaned in to kiss him gently, his hand moving to place his book aside as he held your cheek, thumb stroking at the skin as you finally pulled away, smiling at him gently.

“You’re avoiding my question.” He whispered in a moment of calm, concern shrouding his face when your own dropped a little. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Just a long day-”

“(Name).”

With a sigh, you leaned into his hand, your own coming to hold it tighter against your face. “....Just a horrible customer, that’s all.”

He hardened instantly. “What happened-”

“Link.” 

His mouth snapped shut, melting at the soft look that had quickly bloomed on your features- you didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to relive it, it wasn’t traumatising in a sense, who had dealt with shitty customers in your life, but you just….you just wanted to forget and cuddle with your partner in the comfort of your home.

“Let’s just…cuddle, okay?”

“...Okay.”

Warriors had already known what had happened that day.

After all, he had memorised the path to visit you during your shift, turned all the correct corners, and crossed all the correct streets- after following you so many times (sometimes with you knowing, sometimes without) it was only natural he would finally learn how to get there on his own. It was a surprise visit, he wanted to see you, be near you, touch you- he had missed you so! But when his hand had landed on the handle of the cafe’s front door, the sparkling in his eyes diminished, and his smile dropped when he saw the customer, hooting and hollering at you.

His heart pounded in his chest, hand tightening around the handle, missing the subtle ‘crack’ of the wood as the customer continued to shout, throwing their hands about and screaming obscenities at you when you finally demanded they leave, throwing the money back across the counter and pointing towards the door.

You were too distracted with them to see him, didn’t notice when he ducked to the side to miss your gaze following the customer he slammed through the door with an angry huff.

It was when he took a small glance through the window, looked at your defeated expression and watched you wipe away tears-

Did his plans change.

Your mother was confused at the time he had returned, you were already home, already in the shower washing away the dirt and stress from that day as he hung up his coat and scarf, sending a charming smile her way.

“I thought I saw the Shadow.” Worry crossed her face but he soothed her, patting her arm, “I was mistaken, it was silly really, but you can never be too sure with such a thing.”

Wild was able to coax her away with questions about dinner, he wanted the recipe, practically dragging her along as he talked while Time leaned against the doorway of the hall, practically staring him down.

“What happened, Captain?”

Warriors paused, still smiling but with a more manic twist to it’s edge. “I was merely getting rid of a pest, old man, nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“Not a single soul.”

And with an understanding nod, he joined the rest in the living room as the captain jogged up the stairs to meet you in your room.

“I love you, Link.” He shivered as your breath hit his ear, twitching from the heat as you nuzzled closer to him, tightening your arms around his middle in an affectionate gesture. 

“Oh, my dear- I love you too.”

[extremelyblackandwhite]

destroyer chris and reader like cheers? maybe she ran away from a wedding and ends up at his bar

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

She didn't know how she'd ended up here. She'd grown up happy, or at least, happy-ish. Her parents weren't rich but they weren't at the bottom of the feed chain, they'd help her get into an Ivy League school and somehow in the middle, they'd gotten distracted. They'd gotten distracted by having a daughter marry into a wealthy family, the lifestyle that came with old money and soon enough, she found herself trying to make a relationship work just to make her parents happy - after all, didn't her parents deserve this after doing so much for her? She didn't know, but just like she found herself trying to make a relationship work, she was now finding herself escaping from a window. She should've called it off, she should've stopped this the moment she noticed she didn't even like the dress or her fiancé for all that matter.

She didn't know where she was, she didn't know this place, this town, this city. It had all been picked to match a tradition which she didn't even understand and now she was walking across a dirt road trying to hail a taxi, even though she barely had money to get back home. She didn’t know when but at some point she began crying, she was cold, she was tired and all she wanted to go is go back home. Maybe her roommate could lend her some money so she could fly back home or she could come and pick her up. She just needed a phone, she just needed to find a phone to call her. After what felt like walking for miles, her feet numb from the white heels, she spotted a small biker bar and it seemed as if she reached oasis. However, once she stepped inside, it was if all eyes were on her. 

      - Look at that, Bill. - she heard a male voice followed by a whistle. - A pretty little bride. 

      - Come on, girlie, come seat with us. 

She had stupidly thought that perhaps this bar would have a standing phone - at least they always do in movies. Yet again, perhaps it had been naive of hers to base of her safety on movie knowledge. She felt stupid, ridiculous that she didn’t thought about what to do if her plan A didn’t work. 

     - If you’re not gonna buy something, you gonna have to leave. - a man from behind the bar spoke up. She locked eyes with him and he honestly did not look like he would help her. In all honesty, he looked like the kind of man she would avoid on the street. His hair was shaved on the sides and his fingers covered in bulky silver rings, she would’ve definitely avoid him if this was any situation. - Hey, Diane Chambers, you listening to me? 

She didn’t know why and once she felt the first warm tear roll down her cheeks, all she could feel is embarrassment, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming down. She’d gotten herself in a mess and she didn’t know what to do, she just wanted to go back to her flat, she just wanted to go back to the flat. 

     - Hey, come on, stop crying. - she hadn’t noticed that he’d crossed the bar to meet her. - Please, stop crying. You’re killing the mood and driving away costumers. 

      - I’m sorry. - she attempted to stop crying, but the tears were still running down her face and the hiccups were still present. 

      - Jesus, woman, your guy dumped you or something? 

      - I ran away and I thought that there would be a phone so I could call my roommate, I’m so sorry ...

      - Didn’t think your plan through, did you?

      - Didn’t you think about costumer service before taking a job here? 

      - This is my bar, doll. I can do whatever the heck I deem fit. Hell, I can put you outside if I want to. 

      - I just need to call my roommate and I’ll be out of your hair, not that you have much to begin with. 

      - I’ll do anything to see you out of my bar. - he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans, handing it over to her. - Come on, I don’t want to see your and your horrible dress for much longer. 

     - Thank you.

Her roommate sounded too excited that her friend was no longer engaged, a bit too excited; yet Y/N couldn’t really complain. All she wanted was to run away from this place, to be somewhere else and even if that was Georgia’s run down car. She finished the call feeling slightly calmer than before. She just needed Georgia to come pick her up so she wouldn’t come back to that hellish wedding and make the worse mistake of her life.

    - Here. - he placed a pint of Coke in front of her. - Your friend coming to pick you up?

    - She said so but with New York traffic. 

    - I don’t think she’ll actually get here. Fucking storm going towards New York last I checked. 

    - Do you take pleasure in torturing me? Isn’t it enough that I’m in an awful wedding dress in a biker bar? Isn’t that enough?

    - Could be worse. - he took his phone back. - I would start to try and look for a motel if I were you.

Chris, on the other hand, found himself entranced by the woman. Sure, the fact that she was wearing a white wedding dress that seemed to swallow her made her very noticeable - but there was something else he couldn’t put his finger on. The time passed, the customers started to leave but she remained there, staring at the frosted glass in front of her.  The sun went down and she continued there, staring at her glass as the wind and the rain fell faster than before. Deep within her she knew the rude bartender was probably right and she was about to have to go outside in the pouring rain. The last customer left, the only two people remaining being her and the bartender. 

     - You want me to drop you at the motel? - he mumbled as he finished polishing some glasses. - It ain’t much but usually they have free bedrooms. 

     - I can’t. - she sighed. - I left my phone and my wallet at the bridal suite. Unless they accept a wedding dress as a form of payment, I am fucked. 

     - Didn’t think that exit through, did ya? 

     - Are you gonna keep telling me that? You think if I had thought anything through I would’ve gone ahead with this marriage?

     - Fella can’t be that bad. Call him, I’m sure he’d let you crash in your bridal suite.

     - He’s probably thinking about how he can sue me for running away from the wedding at this moment. 

     - You’re a pain, Diane Chambers. - he walked away from the bar, sitting in front of her. - Maybe you can make a pillow out of all that fabric. 

      - Thank you for your phone. - she got up. - I have to go and figure out where I’m staying until Georgia comes. 

       - You’re not gonna find anything close by. The motel is a 30 minute car-drive and it is pouring rain outside. Just stay here until your friend comes to pick you up.  

       - I don’t need your pity. 

       - Oh, doll, I don’t pity you. Spoiled rich girl ran away from her wedding? I’m laughing at you, yet at the same time, I don’t want ‘ya dying anywhere near my bar and bringing bad publicity.

       - Bad publicity? To a biker bar? That’s rich. 

       - Offer is fading every second. 

       - I guess. 

He guided her upstairs where a few doors were locked. She wondered if this had been a bed and breakfast before or if he had attempted to turn it into a bed and breakfast ad had quit. Whatever reason it was, she was happy to find a warm bed awaiting her, a soft place to land and forget that she was still wearing her wedding clothing. 

      - Thank you. - she mumbled. - I will pay you once I get my wallet. 

      - I seriously doubt it, doll. Anyway, we open at 6AM, you’ll probably hear it. 

      - That’s ok. 

      - Well ... - he puts his hands in his pockets. - Goodnight, Diane Chambers. 

      - My name’s Y/N. - she said. - I’d rather you call me Y/N. 

      - Chris. Anyway, my bedroom is two doors down the hall if you need me. 

(...)

The day broke, yet she did not wake up with the sound of the glasses clinking and everyone cheering and drinking until she heard a knock on her door. She groaned, yawning as she got up from the pillow, her legs twisted in the fabric of her wedding dress as another knock was heard. God, was someone dying?

     - Y/N. - a familiar voice had her slightly more alert. - There’s a jittery nightmare of a woman looking for you.

     - Georgia! - she mumbled happily to herself, getting up from the bed and opening the door to see Chris standing there in a very low cut shirt. Low cut enough to make her cheeks heat. - Is it Georgia?

     - Whoever it is, get her out my bar.

She rushed down the stairs to find her friend, looking confused and worried about where she was. Georgia had always been a indie bar sort of person, Y/N guessed a biker bar was not something she’d be interested in, unless she found someone attractive or interesting enough to keep her around. 

     - Oh god, you’re alive. - she rushed to hug her friend. - That dress is an absolute disgrace! I’m so glad I RSVP no to your wedding.

     - If you’d gone you would’ve saved me the hassle. 

     - You know I hate your fiancé ... well, ex-fiancé now but don’t worry, I got a moving company to get whatever’s yours from his flat, and your bridesmaids got you your phone and wallet.

     - Thanks, G. I’m sorry you had to drive down so early.

     - Would’ve been here earlier if it wasn’t for shitty New York weather. Anyway, should we get going? We can get McDonalds on the way home. 

     - As long as you two are out of my bar. - Chris snickered from behind them. - Try not to run away from any more weddings, Diane Chambers.

     - Who’s Diane Chambers? - Georgia turned towards Y/N. 

     - Nevermind. - Y/N sighed. - Thank you, Chris. Really, I’m really thankful.

     - Whatever. - he mumbled.

(...)

Running a bar was easy, Chris found. It didn’t take much brain power as most customers were too drunk or too busy in their own thoughts to cause him any trouble. Days were the same and he was alright with it, he was alright with serving alcohol and peanuts and cleaning glasses. It was much better than his past position and despite bikers gathering a bad rep, they didn’t cause him that much trouble. 

    - Heard the little bride spent the night here. - Bill looked at him through his beer glass. - Did you have fun? 

    - Wouldn’t you like to know, Bill?

    - Wouldn’t hurt ‘ya to sleep with a nice lady every once in a while. 

    - I gotta save all the ladies for you, Bill. - he smirked. - Besides, the last thing I need is a spoiled rich girl in my bed. 

    - That’s not very nice. - he turned towards the source of the voice to see her standing there. He almost didn’t recognise her not in her wedding dress. Instead of the copious amounts of lace and silk, she was dress in smart clothing, a tight black pencil skirt and a white see through blouse. Heck, Chris was almost sure he could smell her perfume and it was doing ... things to him. - You would be so lucky to a spoiled rich girl in your bed. 

    - It’s the little bride. - Bill turned around in his seat. - Came back from me, sweets? 

    - Drink your beer. - Chris rolled his eyes. - Diane Chambers, you clean up nice. Run away from a meeting this time?

    - I came to pay you. - she took her wallet from her bag. - How much is it for the night?

    - I don’t need your charity.

    - It’s not charity. I’m paying you for your services.

    - Well, I don’t need it. - he shrugged. 

    - I’d like another Coke then. - she sat down. - Would you like something, sir? I’m buying. 

    - You should come around more often. - Bill happily got another beer. 

Chris wasn’t sure when it became part of his routine to see her in his bar every Friday night. She clearly didn’t fit, always walking in her smart clothing, looking like a sheep in a wolf’s den. The usual bikers had taken a liking to her, treating her like their daughter but Chris was yet to warm up to her. They were not similar, she was a lawyer at a prestigious law firm and he, well, he ran a bar. 

    - Why do you have so many bedrooms upstairs? - she asked as he finished cleaning up some glasses. 

    - Came with the place when I bought it. 

    - You could make a little bed and a breakfast. 30 minutes away from New York, people would like it. 

    - It’s in the middle of nowhere, little lawyer Diane. 

    - Would it kill you to call me Y/N? 

    - Yes, actually. - he shrugged. - Should you be heading back home?

    - I guess maybe I should call you Sam Malone. You’re just as a much of an asshole. - she smiled. 

    - Ooo ... mean. - he chuckled. - Hanging out here is not gonna find you a new fiancé.

    - Being this grumpy won’t find you a fiancée either. 

    - Don’t need a lady all up on my business. 

    - If I didn’t know you better, I’d say someone broke your non-existent heart. 

He placed a glass back on the shelf in a rather forceful manner, ignoring her. Y/N furrowed her brows, looking around the empty bar and wondering if she’d hit a soft spot. 

    - Who broke your heart? - she asked, softly this time. 

    - I thought you said I had a non-existent heart, Y/N. 

    - Y/N? Wow, I must’ve hit a really painful spot for you to call me by my name. - she attempted to lightened the mood but it didn’t work. Instead, he continued drying and polishing his glasses. - I’m sorry if I hurt you, Chris. I didn’t mean to. 

    - My fianceé took a page from your book and ran away from our wedding. 

    - Oh ...

    - With my best friend. Got the money from the wedding refunds and the deposit from the house and bought this bar. Trust me, I don’t need a lady all up in my business, specially if they all run away at weddings. 

    - Is that why you were rude to me when I first came here?

    - Don’t be over conceited. I was rude to you because you get in my nerves.

    - Well, I can’t get that much on your nerves if you offered me to stay and still let me drink here. 

    - The only reason I let you drink here is because Bill likes you around. 

    - Sure. - she got up from her seat, picking her bag. - Well, goodnight, Chris.

    - Diane? - he called up to her. - You coming next week?

    - I don’t know. - she smirked. - Maybe. 

    - Don’t be a pain and arrive 5 minutes before closure or I’ll throw you off one day. 

    - Goodnight, Chris.

    - Goodnight, Y/N. 

[canichangemyblogname]

OKAY. So I have not yet finished the first 3 episodes of Andor and I know there are so many amazing gifs and discussions I'm missing rn because I still have the tags blocked to avoid spoilers.

Below the cut, I am going to share one of my favorite things (so far) about the show at only 2 episodes in. Warning for Andor spoilers.

I am enjoying how these two episodes have so far portrayed the role that white people and the every-day person play in upholding oppressive and authoritarian regimes.

And I bet you think that I am going to start to talk about Syril Karn, and the role his ambition, dedication, and commitment to order and rules and a strict sense of right and wrong play in the upholding of an authoritarian regime. But I'm not. Because Deputy Inspector Karn is the quintessential, even archetypal, authoritarian sycophant that white people think of when they think of who plays a role in the conservation of injustice and tyranny. When you ask a white person to think of a fascist or of someone who upholds an unjust, tyrannical system, they may often imagine a man in uniform. They imagine an officer, someone with more status, or someone with rank. *Those* are the people who actively uphold unjust systems.

They don't, however, imagine the mechanic down the street. He never crosses their mind as someone who is capable of, willing to, or even a participant in the maintenance of authoritarianism or inequity or injustice or the surveillance state.

Syril Karn is predictable to white people-- to everyone. We know what he is going to do. And I found myself exhausted by his persistence, but generally uninvested in the question of whether or not his character will make the morally right choices. Because I know he won't. He's making the morally correct choices according to the system he exists within, but the morally wrong choices according to the reality we live in. He's a "good guy" according to the ruling power base and the Preox-Morlana corporate authority, but we the viewer know he is the main antagonist and is making choices we should be morally opposed to. And we know he isn't going to make decisions we morally approve of. Why? Because he is the quintessential authoritarian lackey.

But Timm Karlo? He's just your average guy, right? And every time he appeared on screen, I felt like I was was mentally debating with and berating a brick wall about making a morally correct decision. And, so far, he repeatedly hasn't (unsurprisingly). He has repeatedly chosen the "morally correct" course of action *according to* the ruling power base and the Preox-Morlana corporate authority, but the morally incorrect course of action according to the reality we live in and the context from which we viewers are consuming this show.

I think I know where his character is going. I knew that he wasn't going to let up. I knew he was going to continue to stick his nose where it didn't belong. I didn't have hope that he would actually make the correct decisions. That's why I felt like I was berating a brick wall. Because I knew nothing I said or did would get through to him because 1.) he's a fictional character inside a TV show, and 2.) he's your average white guy who feels spurned.

When he first decided to follow Bix Caleen, I literally cringed in the same way someone might when they're watching a gory horror movie. Honestly? I was getting second hand embarrassment. My coworker asked what was wrong after my very visceral reaction (I may have watched half an episode during my lunch, don't judge), and my response was, "I'm watching a white man stick his nose in brown people's business." I commented that he was going to get himself and all of them in trouble because he couldn't mind his own and he couldn't be trusted not to run to the cops, either. And I was right. Because he essentially turns Cassian in. He is the anonymous tip that is going to lead the authorities to Cassian, Bix, the buyer, and even him. In doing the "morally" correct thing according to the system he exists in, he was going to endanger everyone he loves and himself. Why? Jealousy? Because he felt threatened by Cassian? Because he was suspicious and insecure? It's going to cost him everything, namely Bix.

Timm plays an integral role in the surveillance state and the control that the government maintains over the populace. "If you see something, say something" doesn't work if no one's saying anything. But at the same time, if everyone's afraid and suspicious of their neighbor, what community do you have to organize against injustice? Your neighbor is a part of the surveillance state and they think you are too. Whether it's insecurity or a strict sense of right and wrong, there will be people driven to uphold the status quo. Timm is the spy next door.

There are countless stories of real people who lived under authoritarian regimes talking about the danger and importance of dinner parties. One glass too many and you might let something slip. There are stories of people who kept secrets from their spouses for years. There are stories of people who had a friendly chat with a neighbor and the police showed up the next morning. There are stories of someone muttering under their breath in a public space and the person sitting next to them at the train station or the coffee shop either demands their papers or turns them in.

When white people think of who upholds and plays a part in an oppressive system, they think of officers who pull the triggers or force prisoners to dig graves. They don't think of a woman who knits socks for her son on the front, or a neighbor or lover or confidant who tips off the authorities maybe out of insecurity or maybe out of a misplaced hope of protecting their own, or the towns people who ignore prison camps or labor camps. They don't consider the "small" actions or the inaction or the normalization of surveillance.

And that is why it's so important we see Timm Karlos on screen portrayed in the way he is as an insecure and maybe petty man who can't be bothered to mind his own or play it cool or trust his significant other. It's important that he's not portrayed as a completely morally upright or completely morally corrupt person, but as a very average man who will make questionable decisions and, like the average white person, has a stake in the preservation of the status quo.

[kurts-world-101]

ah is a wee bit a cannibalism kink showing? i love that. i have a fic i’d love to show you but unfortunately it was dedicated to me so that would be too much of a hint. fingers crossed you stumble across it organically because it really is divine

it took you years to figure out why it made you so hard, yet you indulged in it nonetheless? there just have been a great deal of denial. what kind of excuses would you make to yourself to try and hide from the truth

it’s this color, specific picture chosen because i went to church as a child as well. was in the choir, in the nativity play, lived across the fucking street. so we have something in common there

research eh? you go back and reread my messages to try and find clues hidden in my words that are oh so carefully chosen to avoid such a thing. how cute. i’d love to know who some of your guesses are. did any of them excite you? or on the contrary, did any disappoint. i’m curious what things about me that i’ve yet to reveal would strike you the most

unfortunately for you it would not embarrass me. hell, put the @ of the person you think i am and if it’s me i’d say so publicly. i’ve already told some of my friends (some of whom follow you, shout out to my besties 😗✌🏻) about the fucked up things i want to do to you, so what’s the harm in telling a few more

which would you prefer, me having my post notifications on, always waiting for that specific chime, or me refreshing your blog in anticipation? i think i can guess. but i have no shame in admitting that yes, one of these is true. what kind of predator would i be if i didn’t study my prey, account for their every move? not a very good one

good things come to those who earn it kurt, the only question is; how badly do you want to know? what are you willing to give?

-⛓️🔪

You could send it to me. I won’t look at the name… just want to read exactly what could be in that fic of yours… what do you mean it dedicated to you? Do you have a big following? A lot of people wanting a piece of you? Dedicated fics for you? Must be special huh?

I just told myself, pretty boys are the same as pretty girls. Told myself that I was young, my brain doesn’t know exactly what it wants yet. When I thought about all the things I wanted to do in the church I just pretended I was someone else. I wasn’t Kurt. I was a filthy catholic whore being used by the priests. It made the thought of me wearing a skirt much hotter. 

That color specifically? I like that you added the little catholic boy in there, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who was raised in the church, now having a religious kink.

Yes I have gone back and looked at clues, looked at anything that gave you away. Wondering if when people tag me in filthy things if it’s you or not. The thoughts excited me wondering which one of you, could possibly be so hungry for me you can’t come into my DM’s…. That you have to keep it quiet. I have NEVER been disappointed by any responses. They all make me feel a certain way. Knowing people want my cock so bad. Begging me to fuck them…. Yet here I am begging you. How the tables have turned.

Every time I think I have something to hold over your head, it always gets away from me. So, you’ve told your friends, just how much you want me? Do they know every little detail? Have you told them things, perhaps you haven’t even said to me yet? Only things you want to whisper into my ear? I wish your friends would help me out a bit. I wish someone would slip up. Good friends you have there. Keeping their mouth shut on just how bad you want me.

You would be bad predator, if you didn’t stalk your preys every move. Watching me get ask and anons of just flithy, disgusting things people want done to them. Does it excite you? Do you like knowing I get attention? Do you like seeing my responses? You know what a filthy cock whore I am for you. But does it get your cock hard knowing people want me? So you can fuck me in front of every single one of them? Showing me exactly who I belong too?

I can’t give anything. I don’t even know what I would give. My brain gets fuzzy by the time I finish these responses. Have the time I’m thinking with the wrong head writing these anyway. 🖤

[ryukatters]

OMG 41 WITH EREN

Dog Days

Prompt: “I’m not jealous!” “You’re clearly jealous.”

A/N: I have no explanation for this other than me pushing my “Eren is a big baby” agenda. Enjoy. Also this picture is SENDING-

Content/warnings: fluff, crack (? do people even use that term anymore LMFAO), the reader has a dog, Eren is an idiot, jealousy

Word Count: .8k

Summary: Eren will only allow one dog in your life, and that is him. He is a mutt. Case closed. @lacheri is right, he does belong to the streets. That won’t stop me from taking him in tho-

“Is he cuter than me?”

“Babe-” you try. 

“Is he better company than me?” Eren cuts you off. 

“Is he more fun to hang out with? That why you haven’t been around lately?” 

He’s rambling now, mouth struggling to catch up with the thoughts racing in his mind. You know better than to interrupt. You stay complaisant, eyes drifting off to a random corner of your living room to avoid Eren’s heated gaze. 

“Eren…”

“Does he make you happy?” he demands. The question makes you snap your head up to meet his gaze, mouth agape in utter disbelief. His eyes seem even more verdant than usual. It was almost as if you were staring into a kaleidoscope, each fragment of green burning with intensity, so full of emotion. It wasn’t difficult to get lost in them. You had to make a conscious effort to tear away, his question ringing in your ears. Despite the bitter tone cutting through his words, you can sense the hint of sadness underneath. You two stay that way, unmoving, Eren’s stare challenging. There’s a pregnant pause until you finally manage to formulate a response.

“Eren, he’s literally a puppy.” 

After being in a relationship with Eren for so long, you’ve gotten used to his little quirks. Heck, you’ve come to adore a lot of them, for the most part. There was the occasional hotheadedness, usually only ever directed at Jean or someone who looked at you the wrong way. Or how he basically loomed behind you 24/7 just so he could be with you. Or his naturally loud nature. You can recall all of the times you’ve caught your boyfriend belting his heart out while washing the dishes or nearly scaring you out of your wits with his frustrated string of curses whenever he gamed. The man was a walking human speaker. Sure, that’s fine. Easy. The one thing that you never got used to, however, was Eren’s jealous and possessive nature. 

It was often a source of conflict between you two at the beginning of your relationship. He couldn’t help it. Having grown up basically as an only child meant that he never had to share anything, and that mindset only followed him into adulthood. He’s gotten better at controlling it for both of your sakes, but there are times where it just can’t help but weave its way into certain situations, much like the current predicament at hand. 

What was that saying? “Old habits die hard”?  

Yeah. 

Eren wonders how he even managed to get into this mess, until he sees the look on your face— eyes pleading and bottom lip jutted out, nearly quivering. The exact same look when you FaceTimed him asking if you could use his credit card the day you got that devil. He sighs.

Lately, you’ve been immersed in spending time with your new puppy. It’s like you didn’t even have time for him anymore. When he saw you cuddling with the damn thing on the couch, cooing at it about how cute it was, he felt his whole mood go sour. That was supposed to be him! His heart could only take so much. 

“Eren, being jealous isn’t-”

“I’m not jealous!” he fumes, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration then crossing them against his chest. A pout. 

You bark out a laugh, covering your mouth to prevent yourself from further self-incrimination. Eren’s lips purse even tighter, signaling his displeasure and embarrassment. 

 “You’re clearly jealous,” you chime.

“I’m not! I’m just sayin’,” he pauses, gesturing towards the small animal, “you don’t have to keep babying it like that. It’s gonna end up spoiled.”

“Like you?” 

He sputters, struggling to formulate a response with his ears turning red before looking away. Priceless.

You decide to take pity on him, placing the puppy on the carpet to make room for your overgrown mutt of a boyfriend. 

“C’mere, you big baby,” you hold your arms out towards Eren. He seems to mull over it for a second before he stomps his way over and flops on top of you. Eren seems to completely disregard the fact that he’s crushing you. He’s just happy to be close to you. 

Eren buries his face in your neck, only to turn his head to glare at the offensive creature. He swears that it’s glaring back. The brunet stretches his arm closest to the edge of the couch in front of the puppy, hand forming a derogatory gesture to show the animal the real boss around your shared apartment. He smirks, gloating internally before a surge of pain rushes through his finger. He sees the small teeth marks around his middle finger, and a wagging tail behind it. 

“Ouch!” he hisses, waving his injured hand. “Son of a bit—”

“Eren!”

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost.

[yanderemommabean]

Hay mama can l have a crumb of a bit little random scenario of y0urb0yfriend pls ÓwÒ

“Sir, I don’t want to be rude or anything but it’s closing time��� you say with as much irritation held back as possible. You weren’t trying to be seen as bitchy and unapproachable, it’s just these shifts are killing you and this guy. He’s just...you can tell something is off with him.

You’ve avoided talking to him ever since he came into the restaurant, wiping down tables and stocking up the most minute things to seem busy and to not be available for him specifically. His eyes always followed you though, as if he knew you were lying about what you were really up too.

But they held no real malice. If anything they held love and obsession. Which was just as unnerving as if he was angry and ready to murder, at least in your opinion.

“Babe you don’t have to act all professional with me” he said with a chuckle, as if you were acting cute. Babe? Jesus was this guys ego that inflated? Did he think he was some player? Disgusting.

“I’m not your babe” you said sternly, pointing to the clock “it’s time to leave. I have to clean up and you’re kinda preventing that”.

The man gives a soft pout, grabbing your hand as he reaches over the table. “Hey...was work that hard today? You look so angry and tired Y/N...anyway I can help?”. His hands clasped tighter over yours, tugging you down into the booth beside him as he gives a crazed smile “I would love to let you take your stress out on me! Anything you want, I’ll do it!”.

You begin to pull away and scoff, and your manager appears behind you with a skeptical expression. “I sure hope nothing funny is going on here” he said with a warning tone, flexing his fingers as his arms crossed over his chest. “Harassing my staff will get you banned you know?”.

You give a thankful nod as you head to the back, allowing the manager to handle everything as you tidy up and gather your senses. That man must be some junkie on some acid trip, why the fuck would he talk to you like you were his lover? It made your skin crawl.

You didn’t see how his smiley, easy going facade fell when your manager stepped in. His entire aura changed the minute you were out of sight, allowing him to show his darker side. “Leave my restaurant or I’ll use force” you heard your boss say, rolling your eyes at how macho he pretended to be. Even though he’s capable, you don’t think fighting is the best way to show who’s “alpha”.

The building goes silent after that, the jingling of the bell being the only sign that he could have gotten the message and left. Crisis averted you shrugged, and began your nightly duties while being blissfully unaware of the eyes watching you from the pitch black parking lot.

You looked so cute when working. That outfit, that professional tone, the way you acted as if you didn’t know him. You’re precious! There’s no need to be embarrassed though, he’s your boyfriend! He’s supposed to support you and be the one to rub your feet. And a little teasing here and there is healthy! Your cheeks look so cute painted pink!

He glared as your manager talked to you before you reached the doors that lead outside. He couldn’t tell what he was saying, only that you were agreeing and seeming more shaken up as he continued. What the hell was he saying?! Was he coming onto you? Threatening you?! Oh don’t you worry, that man will be long gone by sunrise if he has anything to do with it.

“Y/N. ‘M serious. I’ll take you home and move you to morning shift. That guy...he ain’t right” your manager warns, gaze falling to the windows that lead to the parking lot, as if he knew someone was still out there. “Please, I don’t want you hurt”.

“But what if you get hurt?” You counter, worrying your lip with your teeth as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Maybe...maybe just follow me home and then we can discuss this further. Maybe police need to be involved”.

You both continue chatting, and you make your way to your car with shaking hands. You didn’t notice how he hid behind you, waiting for the tell tale sign of the doors unlocking before sliding in. He’s become a pro at timing, making sure to move in sync with you to get a ride to your house every now and again.

What? A boyfriend can’t give a surprise visit? Oh please! It’s fine! And it’s cute how clueless you are. It makes him so giddy to know how unaware you can be. He hunches in the back, facing the rear window as you drive through the empty streets, being followed by the very man who threatened him earlier.

God that guy is creepy! Your manager is clearly a stalker, and why wouldn’t he be? You’re a rare find that captures the darkest of hearts! But not to worry. Your boyfriend knows what he’s doing. If that creep tries to come inside your home, he’ll strike. Although he’s sure you’ll freak out, so some sleeping drugs might be needed. He’s got a stock of needles ready just for that occasion! He can’t have you fleeing from him as if he’d ever hurt you.

No no he’s protecting you! And if it takes a few drugs or a few days tied up to remember that, then that’s just fine! He’s a patient man.

Only for you of course.

-Mommabean

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

[yandere-sins]

Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

[hops-hunny]

Yo-yo’s Girl

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Black!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: Kyoya’s girlfriend is a lot a bit different than what they expected.

Warnings: None, could be read as a chubby or plus size reader!

A/N: This was self indulgent. I wrote this at like 2 AM and didn’t know until I woke up.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Haruhi asked, already done with Tamaki's antics. She knew this was a bad idea but with the promise of some of her debt being removed, she couldn't find herself to do anything but go along with the blonde's crazy scheme.

"Why of course it will! When have you ever known of my plans to go wrong?" He responded, placing a hand over his heart as he swooned around dramatically. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged looks with each other before looking back at Tamaki.

"Do you really want us to answer that?" They chimed, causing Tamaki to deflate with a defeated look. He looked over at Haruhi with puppy dog eyes, hoping the girl would agree with him. She offered him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen senpai, don't get me wrong, sometimes your ideas are great but isn't this...a bit much? I mean why can't we just ask Kyoya about his love life? Do we really need this elaborate plan?" She asked, hoping he would budge. She looked down as Honey hung off her arm, Mori trailing behind him.

"Don't be silly, Haru-chan! Kyoya senpai is a private guy. He wouldn't trust us with anything like that." He said, climbing off the girl and back onto Mori. She let her eyes drift to Mori in hopes he'd help but he just let out a grunt of agreement. She sighed in defeat knowing she wasn't going to get through to them. How had they gotten into this dumb plan in the first place?

It all started when Tamaki overheard Kyoya on the phone with someone and from the tone in the raven haired boy's voice, he assumed it was a girl. More specifically, his girlfriend. However, any other time Tamaki didn't wanna intrude so to avoid doing so, he decided they would all follow him after school to see if that's where he was going!

As they saw a familiar head of black hair walk towards the school gates, they all began to walk behind him, attempting to be as quiet as possible. They had been following him for a few blocks, leading to a nice but unfamiliar part of town; however as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, they all began to hide behind a bush but halted their motions when they heard him speak.

"Do you honestly think I didn't see any of you?" He questioned, not even turning around. They all stayed quiet in hopes that he would assume himself as crazy and continue to make his way down the street. But, as he turned around, parting the bushes, that idea flew out the window.

"Hey Kyoya! My dearest friend, I'd even go as far as to call you my bro-"

"Cut the bullshit Tamaki. Let me guess." He pushed his glasses up his nose before clearing his throat. "You thought that if you followed me you'd get to see my girlfriend, correct?" He asked, their wide eyes answering his question. However, where was the fun in that?

"That's exactly what we were doing! We wanna meet your girlfriend, Kyo-chan!" Honey piped up. The twins glared at him for his willingness to comply with Kyoya's questions so easily. Meanwhile Haruhi just sighed, slumping down even further.

"If you wanted to meet my girlfriend, you all could've just asked. I expected more from you, Haruhi. You should've known better." He chastised, watching the girl who's left eye was currently twitching. Without another word, Kyoya kept down his path towards the airport, leaving his companions to fight amongst each other.

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It was Friday of the same week and the rest of the hosts were beginning to grow hopeless about meeting Kyoya's girlfriend. Was she even real? Perhaps Tamaki's senses had been wrong and the conversation that played out earlier that week was simply meant to teach them a lesson. However, as the hosts were shutting things down for the day, slowly gathering there things to go home, Kyoya cleared his throat. They all turned to him, curious to what he had to say.

"Leaving so soon? And to think (Y/n) was coming to visit today. Oh well, I'll tell her you all said hi." Kyoya started, turning around to face the window. 3, 2,.. a chorus of hot fire questions started around him causing him to chuckle under his breath. "One at a time, I can't answer you all at once."

"Why doesn't (Y/n)-chan go to school with us?" Honey started, staring up at the tall boy. Kyoya turned to face the group, brushing off his blazer as he did so.

"She does during a portion of the year. Due to her parent's line of business, (Y/n) does one semester in the United States and one here in Japan. However, she is originally from America. Next question?"

"What do her parents do?" The twins said, angry with each other that they had asked the same question. "I thought my question was original.."

"I'm sure you've heard of the (L/n)'s before. They specialize in state of the art technology of all forms. Best selling in all of Japan. However, (Y/n) also has her own business under her parents that deals with unbreakable fine china, some of the best of it's kind but I'm afraid I'm biased." He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend, catching the other host off guard. Who was this girl who was able to make Kyoya smile?

"What's she like, senpai? I'm sure she must be special to catch your attention." Haruhi inquired. Kyoya felt his cheeks heat up as he thought of the many things he enjoyed about his girlfriend. He turned back to the window, looking out it once again.

"She makes me laugh and she's beautiful. Don't tell her that though. She always gets a big head when you do." He muttered, checking his watch for the time. She should've been here by now.

"She sounds absolutely radiant, Kyoya! When is she going to show?" Tamaki asked, sighing dreamily at the thought of his closest friend in love with a beautiful girl. Kyoya looked at the clock across the room before frowning slightly.

"She was supposed to.." he trailed off at the sound of his name being screamed continuously and the sound of loud footsteps growing closer. All of a sudden a blur of brown skin and thick thighs stormed in, jumping onto the man. Mori put Honey down, ready to fight if need be but stopped once he saw Kyoya wrap his arms around the girl, embracing her tightly.

"Darling! I'm sorry I'm late, I got hungry and stopped by that little bakery you showed me the other day!" The girl said, looking up at the boy who had an uncharacteristically warm smile. Everyone was even more shocked as he let out a laugh, stroking some of the girl's braids behind her back. She was a short girl, full of curves and rolls in all the right places. Her outfit was very casual compared to the things Kyoya wore on his free time. She had on a jean skirt and a form fitting striped shirt that made the undertones of her soft brown skin pop.

"I told you to let me know if you plan on going places beforehand. You know how sidetracked you get. You easily could've gotten lost." He lectured causing the girl to roll her eyes. She pouted, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Okay and? Clearly I didn't. Lay off 4 eyes. I'm here now aren't I? That's all that matters!" She jumped out of the boys arms finally before turning to face the rest of them. They all had the same question: 'How could such an energetic girl be with Kyoya?' "You're definitely Tamaki." She said, pointing to the blonde. He had a flattered look on as he began to say something but she cut him off. "You look just as annoying as Yo-yo said." She finished. Hikaru began to comfort their boss in the corner as Kaoru began to laugh.

"Yo-yo?" He choked out, laughing a bit more. Kyoya's face began to heat up more as he looked down at the short girl, a pissed expression on his face.

"(Y/n) I told you not to call me that in public." He said in an angry tone, looking away from the girl. She pouted some more, bringing a soft hand up to his face. As she stroked his cheek, hot tears began to form in the corner of her (e/c) eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kyoya! I forgot. You know me, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends." He leaned into the girl's touch, looking down at her sad expression. How could he ever stay mad at that? He sighed quickly, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. She squeaked, unused to him initiating any sort of physical affection in public.

"Forgive me darling, I hate to see you so sad. How about I take you to one of those," his face turned slightly green as he grimaced some, "Commoner malls that you adore so much. I'll buy you anything you want. Hm?" The girl instantly perked, throwing her pudgy arms around her lanky boyfriend. He tensed a bit before hugging her back warmly, glaring at the twins who looked like they may say something to ruin the sweet moment. Haruhi watched in awe, feeling even herself grow emotional at how clearly in love her senpai was.

"Really? Let's go Kyo! What are we waiting for?" (Y/n) asked as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand, beginning to drag him towards the door forcefully. Once they were out she quickly peaked her head back in looking at the others.

"Well? Are you coming?"

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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