The Best Part Of The Hq!! Manga Is Suga On The Sidelines Totally Losing His Shit

You Were Meant For The Ocean

tw: angst, hurt/no comfort, non-mc!reader x Rafayel, couldn't proof read through the tears :') "You were meant for the ocean." He smiles, watching you lay out on the patio with a book in hand. The warm sea breeze washing over you the salty air carrying into his studio.

"I think so too." You smile looking over at him as he paints. He gets up and lays out beside you, squishing the two of you together on the lounge chair. "Raf-"

"I'm tired and I want to take a nap." He lays on top of you, nuzzling into your chest.

"You're such a pain." You roll your eyes but you smile, fingers gently caressing his hair as you continue to read under the warm sun.

What warmth you felt that day. In your hubris you assumed there were many warm days to come. How wrong you were.

-

Watching Rafayel fall head over heels in love with his bride all over again ached your heart in a way that could only be described as soul crushing.

How could you compare to her? Tied by destiny and blessed with the ocean's love. How could you ever compare?

Did you have any right to him? Whatever the two of you shared, it wasn't in any official capacity. But some part of you thought that maybe… Well, it doesn't matter now does it?

It was far too easy how you slipped out of his world. You took quiet steps out the door. Who were you to interfere with destiny? What's the point of making a fuss when you won't be heard? Why fight what has already been written?

-

Rafayel didn't notice your absence for a long while. He was so wistfully in love it blinded him to the rest of the world. It was perhaps months until he realized you hadn't stopped by his studio in ages. There was a time he would come home to his studio and find you lounging on the patio, reading your book and waiting for his return.

When he pulls out his phone to text you he's struck with the painful realization of just how much he's neglected you.

"We should get lunch soon. That cafe by the beach is opening this weekend! c:"

"The arcade just restocked with a bunch of cute plushies we should try to get them~!"

"I heard from Thomas that your art exhibition is happening in 2 weeks. Why didn't you tell me?? I wanna come!"

"Are you alright? You haven't been answering my texts or calls lately.."

"Are you busy? We should meet up!"

"Raf this is getting a bit ridiculous.."

"Can we talk?"

"Lose my number."

He quickly tries calling your number but its sent directly to an automated voicemail. He starts texting you but they remain unsent. He pulls open his social media to check on you but he finds himself blocked from all your accounts. Panic starts to settle in his chest. When was the last time he saw you? Or even spoke to you? He can't remember. In no time he reaches your apartment but when the door opens its a complete stranger that had just moved in a week ago. What the hell?

He's desperate now and rushes to your job. Surely you'll be there right? He's told by your coworker that you were transferred to Skyhaven. You had put in the request yourself. Your co-worker was surprised that he wasn't at the farewell party.

Your departure was sudden for everyone. Every person he calls has no idea why you made the move. Until Thomas.

"Listen… I kind of figured something was up when she didn't show up for your last 2 exhibitions. I thought you were going to bring her when you asked for the tickets but then you brought that other girl around. I didn't want to pry so I left it alone, I figured you were in one of those hyper-fixation phases but then that other girl kept showing up wherever you were and she stopped coming around. I only heard about her leaving because her coworkers called me to invite us to her farewell party. I wasn't sure if you two were on bad terms so I just sent the invite via email. To be honest I was also surprised when you didn't show up but she didn't look surprised at all…"

Rafayel was shaking where he stood. Text messages, calls, emails all went unseen because he was too preoccupied with his beloved bride.

It felt like the world was collapsing in on him and to make matters worse the clouds parted to show Skyhaven floating high above him.

-

You look down at Linkon. The city seems so quiet from high above. Far off in the distance you can see the beautiful hue of ocean blue peeking through the skyline. Your heart longs for it.

"You were meant for the ocean…"

You close your eyes as that dull ache spreads across your chest. "Not anymore."

-

Months pass and Rafayel is in the throws of an artistic frenzy. Painting after painting of raging seas, stormy oceans and bleak, desolate islands. His beloved bride was his only solace but every time he sees her now, he thinks of you and the guilt rages on in his chest.

He's back out on the beach, searching for shells to mix into paint when he sees you for the first in what felt like ages. But you're not alone.

"Caleb! It's freezing!"

"Come on~ You said you used to love the ocean!"

"Used to, Caleb. Used to!" You're bundled up in a warm coat standing in front of a tall man with black hair. He laughs as he helps you bundle up more. "Plus who goes to the beach during the winter?"

"It's the only time I had off. Besides…" He pulls you in closer, nuzzling your red nose, "You look kinda cute when you're freezing." He teases, making you pout more. "Ah, just too cute." He leans in to gently kiss you.

Does he have any right to feel the jealousy in his chest? In a twisted turn of events he finds himself longing for you. Is that even fair? He has his beloved bride. The only one to ever have his heart. So why does his heart ache for you? What is this soul crushing feeling?

He wants to run to you. Hold you again. Feel your warmth. Breathe in your scent. He wants to go back to the days where you lounged on his patio and he could sink into your arms. He wants what he's lost, selfishly so.

You don't even notice him in the distance. Your fingers intertwined with Caleb's as you both walk further down the beach. Away from Rafayel.

"You were meant for the ocean…" He quietly murmurs, the sounds of the crashing waves drowning out his cries.

"I really thought you'd like the ocean, baby." Caleb muses, keeping your cold fingers warm in his pocket.

"Not anymore…" You softly sigh, looking out at the waters that no longer held your heart.

Happy Birthday my darling lover boy 💖🐡💛

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ꪆৎ Caleb, who fucks you in a mean headlock in the middle of your little date — now ruined because of your bratty attitude.

# tws: n/sfw, rough s.ex, degradation, mean!caleb, headlock (duh), he calls himself gege like once, im horrible at writing accents forgive me pls + etc. ik this is very short and self indulgent .. i just needed to get it out of my head.

“I take s-some time off of work t-to— fuck! s’tight baby— take my girl on a cute lil’ date and she fuckin’ r-ruins it by runnin’ her little m-mouth off at me?” Caleb growled into your ear, hips smacking against your ass as his abs pressed against your sweaty back.

“O-oh, Caleb!” You whined before your eyes widened as you felt his arm warp around your throat— effectively trapping you in a headlock. Your gummy walls clenched down on his cock at the pressure of his arm pressing against your throat — not enough to hurt, but to make you lightheaded.

“Dumb f-fuckin’— shitshitshit s’good!— would’ve spoiled ya i-if you didn’t act like a d-damn brat,” he hissed, hips speeding their up their pace, clapping against the plump flesh of your ass with each thrust. Caleb bit down on the curve of your neck, arm still wrapped around your throat as he whined into your ear, “w-would’ve ate your cute pussy out ‘n everythin’..” you gasped as he slipped his free hand down to rub at your clit, the cold metal making your pussy gush around his fat cock. Fuck, your cunt was practically milking him dry.

Caleb’s grip tightened around you, another growl escaping his chest, “but no, you wanted to act like a fuckin’ bratty little princess instead. Now your poor pussy is paying the price, yeah?” He flicked his mechanical thumb at your clit— making you pant and claw at the arm around your throat.

He grinned, a mischievous expression lacing his handsome features as he whispered in your ear— “but I know you like it… like being fucked like a slut by your gege’s big cock, hmm?”

note.. hi 😇 been a while

young, tall, slender, and stupid-in-love simon riley, who’s first mission was to bring you back to the base like a fucking package. the task force had never negotiated with captives on the line, but there’s a first time for everything.

with a sack over your head and your hands tied behind your back, a gruff man yelled out in the rain pouring down above you.

“you’ve got such a perky set for someone so fucking whiny”

“fuck you” you spat, the man wasted no time to grab the sack by his closed fist and yank it clean off your head.

the masked man stared directly into your eyes, his were dark, lit by lust and pure fire. the rain pouring around you did nothing to put a stop to his stare, but as you stared back, his demeanor changed by a singular degree.

“you better watch your fucking mouth,” he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed, causing a raspy squeal to escape your lips, “or i might just have to leave your pretty ass here”

you squirmed underneath the weight of his hand, “be better then going with you.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” simon dragged you by the throat to the ajar car door like a kitten, “just get in the fucking car” he followed behind you, managed to sneak a squeeze from your ass as he hauled in.

simon riley, who makes himself comfortable with you perched on his lap for the duration of the long car ride. your rain-soaked shirt was torn off hours ago, and simon’s lips haven’t managed to get enough of your pretty nipples.

“mmph, such a pretty pup for letting me - fuckk - letting me taste you”

his hands grabbed and squeezed everywhere - your hips, your ass, that pretty belly of yours.

“too bad you’re such a brat”

you grind your hot cunt on his length in retaliation and moaned, “you like it”

simon’s lips crashed onto yours out in an instant, swallowing your breath and any further remarks. you fisted his mask and tore it off completely before threading your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and tugging.

“ungh, fuck you, takin’ off my mask like you own me.”

you snickered into the kiss as his hand snuck under the waistband of your pants.

“want you to own me, pretty.”

What if reader accidentally got pregnant with Harvick? Of course she was on time with taking the birth control, but this one time seems like it didnt work. And maybe he sniffs it out before she even starts to have the symptoms

Let's say this happens a few years after the pregnant reader fic.

When your period is a few days late, you don't think much of it. After all, you're busy taking care of your squirrelly three-year-old who grows more and more like his stepfather each day. Harvick is the best dad you could have hoped for and treats your child like his very own, taking him out to explore nature, reading him bedtime stories and playing with him to give you time to yourself.

One morning when they are at the store buying groceries, you fix yourself a sandwich and have to run to the bathroom to throw up because of the scent of fried eggs. The possibility that you're pregnant occurs to you then. Oh god. Did you forget to take your birth control? It's safe to say your day is ruined after that. You're going to have to tell Harvick sooner than later, but you decide to wait a little, just to make sure it's not a fluke.

You're definitely pregnant, and it hits you fast. You find yourself wondering if Harvick already knows. Is he acting more cuddly and touching your belly often? Is he being more gentle than usual when you make love because he knows?

One night you're out on a date (with your son staying with your mother for the night) when you drop your fork on the floor and it makes you burst into hormone-induced tears. Harvick takes you back to the car and you blurt out the truth. He starts to laugh, something he does when he's nervous, and you quickly go from tears to annoyed confusion. He soothes you with a gentle kiss.

"I've known for a few weeks, my love, but I didn't know how to tell you. It was driving me crazy."

"You knew before me? But it's so early, I just found out myself," you reply, and then you remember that he's a shifter. He can probably smell the change in your scent.

"I didn't want to scare you," he says softly, his gaze dropping to your belly.

"What do we do?" You ask, because even though he's never voiced it, you know he's unsure of you carrying his cub.

"Whatever you want, my love." He cups your cheek.

"Do you want this baby?"

"More than anything in the world," he says, reaching out to place his warm palm against your belly.

It's too early to feel anything yet, but his eyes glow with warmth. You're out of your seat before you know it, clambering into his lap. Uncomfortable car sex be damned, you need him now.

As it turns out, carrying a shifter baby is like a normal pregnancy on steriods. Harvick has always been the one with a lot of stamina in bed, but you're the one seeking him out multiple times a day now, sneaking in little fuck sessions whenever you can manage. Harvick spends the rest of his free time redecorating the nursery for the little one on the way, and you watch movies and cuddle as a family and talk to your baby bump as it swells.

Harvick is vigilant about seeing the doctor frequently to make sure everything is going well and a few months in, you find out you're having a girl.

@idle-monsters

♯ tsukishima kei — dating headcanons

no warnings !!! jus got back from writing, so here's a little smol post atsumu hcs

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 If you dating Tsukki, be ready to get teased all day !!! especially when you have a height difference to him. Like he's 6'2 tf and you are smaller than him ... whenever he gets the chance he'll make you know how small you are compared to his 6'2 tall ass.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 sometimes we just throw away the fact that TSUKISHIMA KEI is SMART. failing maths? no problem, he's helping you (of course, bullying the heck out of your scores.) science, english, history? he's got you covered.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 he wouldn't hesitate to share the other side of his earphones so you could listen to his music. even humming the tune together. (he bought new earphones instead of a headphone because he wanted you to listen to music with him together.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 see the first pic? yeah, imagine him looking at you like that when you failed your math again... this isn't the first time. he'd be flicking your forehead and sighing, he's got a unique girlfriend.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 to be honest, he doesn't broadcast much about your relationship, heck even karasuno didn't know he had a girlfriend after 6 months into your relationship when tanaka saw you handing tsukki his water bottle outside the gymnasium.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 tsukishima stays up all night texting you, yeah he'd be annoyed (he would take it back when you stop texting.) "hey, u haven't texted for a while." " im sleepy, tsukki "

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DISCORD DATES WITH TSUKKI. may it be him teaching you, trying new games, or you just looking at him while studying.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 tsukki makes you playlists you often listen to. And he gives it teasing names like "In her moody era" .

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 last but not least, he wears your hair tie around his wrists so whenever you need to tie your hair tsukki's got your hair tie prepared.

this is so RUSHED. want more headcanons? send request :3

he wishes you good luck.

Angsty idea for the dark mermaid x alucard fic. 

What if they don’t know each others true name? 

Like hear me out alucard doesn’t tell the mermaid his because Adrian is dead and now he is alucard. But she doesn’t tell him her name because (A) she doesn’t have a human name or (B) mermaids could be a type of fae creature in which giving someone their name would be giving that person power over them and hide their name to preserve their power. So in A I would think he would give ther mermaid a name after finding out she has none and in the event of B him finding her name would be like a human man taking a selkies coat to trap them (that idea is kinda inspired by you using the seals eyes in the mermaids design)

A/N: Oh my gosh, Nonnie, YES to both of these!

TW: Yandere! Behavior (Implied Abuse & Manipulation). Reminder: none of this is okay in real life. If you need help, please reach out.

Like sure, some people are aware of Alucard’s full name, namely Sypha and Greta— Sypha having researched the history of ‘The Alucard’ who she and Trevor left behind, and Greta only because she was bemused upon hearing Saint Germain use it.  

But besides those few folks, The Alucard is known as simply that- ‘The Alucard’.

Our Siren friend becomes known as ‘The Landwalker’ amongst the townsfolk but that is not her name. Alucard’s quite certain she’s never offered her name, although he has several varying suspicions as to why.  

The first is as you said, it may be a case of the siren’s name not having a human equivalent. Perhaps it is not a sound that can be made easily above water. Alucard has spent a lot of time listening to his beautiful Siren speak, and he’s managed to surmise that her native tongue must have soft vowels as well as soft constants, seeing as how she has the least trouble pronouncing those in the Romanian language.  

Alucard’s second, more vindictive suspicion is based on fae laws concerning ownership and possession. She is clearly not human, and although she is a water-dwelling supernatural creature, Alucard is stealthily aware of a handful of water-adjacent fae species, such as Selkies, thanks to the combined knowledge of his Father’s tomes and the tomes contained within the Belmont Hold.   

He briefly considers directing her to that section of the Hold, just to see if she’s willing to point out her species, or the nearest recorded cousin to it. However, he quickly disregards that thought, not wanting to let her know the exact range of knowledge he has up his sleeve.  

He asks her one day while they’re in the bath (the only way he’ll let her take them now) if she would perhaps be interested in donning a human name for the time she is here.  

Across the large Roman bath, the Siren bares her fangs in displeasure but makes no hissing sound. She’s since learned her snarls and hisses do little to discourage Alucard’s advances, and despite how disparaging that may be, she finds that she has fewer and fewer reasons to rebuff his wishes anyway. It is as if the longer she stays here, next to him, amongst humans, the less feral she knows how to be.   

She wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s taming her, oh no. To hell with that!  

 (Of course, Alucard would, if you were to ask him.)  

“Whhy?” She finally croaks out, more interested in learning his reasoning than fighting him about it.  

“You know my name, yes? You live in my home, you sleep in my bed, and still, I do not know yours. Do you not think that's odd?”  

‘I thinnnkk itt meahn you sstupid.’ She wants to retort, but holds her tongue, settling to shrug her shoulders instead.  

“Well, have you heard any names you like?” Alucard asks.  

The Landwalker opens her mouth to answer, but Alucard cuts her off, never having intended for her to answer anyway.  

“No, no, that wouldn’t work. All the names you’ve heard are ones already belonging to people in Village Belmont, and it would seem weird to steal your new name from them.” Alucard was speaking more to himself than her at this point, an air of certain superiority about him.  

Suddenly, Alucard snapped his fingers in realization. Upon hearing the sound, The Landwalker’s pupils grew wider and more fearful, and her chest started to fold in on itself before she realized this time, the noise was not directed at her.  

“Adela. It’s a strong name with Germanic origins. Dating back to the 10th century. William the Conqueror named one of his daughters Adela.”  

“Conkerrrr?”  

“He was the first Norman King of England, some 700 years ago.”  

“Meahn?”  

“Well, I sincerely doubt anyone dubbed ‘the Conqueror’ was known for their niceties.”  

The Siren shook her head again, scooching forward in the bath the best she could, which was a rather difficult feat with a tail such as hers. Once she was well within his personal distance, the Siren gently placed her clawed hand on top of Alucard’s bent knee, which was protruding well above the water level.  

“Nahm meahn?” She tried again.  

Alucard’s expression stayed the same stoic, unreadable expression he always wore for just a moment before a genuine smile broke out across his face. Throwing his long blonde hair back, he let out a hearty laugh.  

She was such an adorable thing at times, wasn’t she? Alucard’s heart felt lighter upon hearing her clarification. To him, this encounter wasn’t a tense negotiation, oh no. To him it was akin to a pair of lovers choosing their bard song, or their very own constellation in the sky: it was a sign of further love and devotion.  

Of course, it did not feel similar for The Landwalker, although she would be lying if she refused to admit the sight of her dhampir partner laughing filled her heart with hope.

Yes, ‘The Alucard’ was a bastard in so many ways, but deep down, he was still just a boy, looking for love and adventure the way all the silly young swashbucklers would.  

Perhaps one day he could be beautiful to her— perhaps even as beautiful as she was to him.  

“Of noble kind,” Alucard finally said, having come down from his high. “It means of noble kind.”  

‘Noble? Huhh.’ The Landwalker thought.

Well— she certainly wasn’t opposed to that. 

A/N 2.0: Full disclosure, I copied and pasted this ask into my To Do’ folder on Google Docs but when I went to post my answer to it, it had somehow vanished from my ask box??? So I resubmitted the ask to myself via Anon, the same as it was submitted originally. (If you’re wondering why it took so long to answer, this is why. It’s also because I’m the slowest writer ever, but we don’t have to get into that right now lol.)

AND ALSO, UM, I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS UNTIL I STARTED WRITING, BUT THANK YOU! Seriously, this will make writing future answers in this series so much easier! I kept juggling between ‘The Landwalker’ & the Siren, and it just felt like a mouthful at times.