#And they're supposed to react to them every time

[kaayyyys]

How the walking dead men react to you wiping their kisses 💋

(negan smith, daryl dixon, rick grimes)

The world outside might be a brutal landscape of walkers and warring factions, but within the walls of their sanctuary (or maybe even a quieter, more secluded safe haven they've carved out), Negan and (Y/N) have built a haven of their own. It's a place where the usual rules of survival are softened by the warmth of their connection.

Negan, the charismatic, yet fearsome leader, has a surprisingly tender side he reserves almost exclusively for (Y/N). He’s a man who's seen too much death and destruction. He finds solace and a grounding force in this relationship. The comfort of her presence allows him to truly unwind.

Kisses are a frequent language between them. Quick pecks on the cheek as he passes by, lingering embraces that end with a soft press of his lips to her forehead, or passionate, all-consuming kisses that leave them breathless and wanting more.

These aren't just mindless gestures; they're infused with the weight of their shared history, the dangers they've faced, and the quiet understanding that blooms between two souls who have found each other in the middle of chaos.

It starts subtly, almost unconsciously. The first time Negan kisses (Y/N)'s cheek as he heads out on a supply run, she instinctively wipes the spot with the back of her hand. It’s barely perceptible, a fleeting motion, but Negan's sharp eyes don't miss a thing.

He pauses, that signature smirk playing on his lips. A flicker of confusion, maybe even a hint of hurt, crosses his face, but it's quickly masked by amusement. "Everything alright there, darlin'?" he asks, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

(Y/N) simply smiles sweetly, offering a vague, "Just had something on my face," and goes about her business, leaving Negan to ponder the subtle rejection.

The next time, it's a quick kiss on the lips. As Negan pulls away, expecting that soft smile he's grown so fond of, (Y/N) quickly wipes her mouth with her finger. Again, no words, just a seemingly innocent gesture.

This time, the amusement in Negan's eyes is replaced by a glint of something else – curiosity mixed with a touch of annoyance. He’s used to people fearing him, respecting him, even hating him, but being subtly rejected by the woman he adores? That's a new experience.

What started as subtle gestures on (Y/N)'s part quickly evolves into a full-blown, silent prank. Every kiss, regardless of where it lands, is immediately followed by a discreet wipe. Cheek, forehead, lips – nothing is spared.

Negan's reactions are a study in controlled exasperation. The smirks become wider, the eyes more intense. He starts trying to catch her in the act, leaning in for a kiss with a knowing glint in his eyes, only to watch her casually wipe it away as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He feigns offense. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" he'll demand, his voice a low growl, but his eyes betraying the playful nature of his annoyance. "(Y/N). Are you tellin' me my kisses are unclean?"

When she offers no explanation, only a mischievous smile, he gets theatrical. He'll dramatically clutch his chest, pretending to be heartbroken. "After all I've done for you! The sacrifices I've made! And this is how you repay me? With disgust?"

But underneath the theatrics, a genuine curiosity begins to simmer. Is she trying to tell him something? Is this some weird game she's playing? Or is she simply trying to drive him absolutely crazy?

Negan, never one to back down from a challenge, decides to play along. He starts showering (Y/N) with even more kisses, each one more lingering and passionate than the last, just to see her reaction.

He'll ambush her with kisses when she least expects it – while she's cooking, reading, or even cleaning her weapons. Each time, she wipes it away, her smile unwavering.

He starts varying his approach. Sometimes, he'll pull her close for a slow, sensual kiss, his eyes locked on hers, trying to gauge her reaction. Other times, he'll plant a quick, playful peck on her nose, just to elicit a giggle before she wipes it off.

The dynamic between them shifts into a hilarious dance of affection and playful rejection. The other members of their group, if they happen to witness these interactions, can only watch in bewildered amusement. They know better than to interfere with whatever strange game their leader and his girl are playing.

Negan tries to get answers. He will sit her down and say, "Alright (Y/N), you gotta tell me, are you trying to tell me something? Are my kisses that bad that you have to wipe them off your face every time?"

The longer (Y/N) keeps up the charade, the more Negan's frustration mounts. He’s a man who thrives on control, and this silent, playful rebellion is driving him slightly nuts.

Finally, he corners her, his eyes narrowed, his voice a low rumble. "(Y/N). I'm serious. What the hell is going on? Why do you keep wiping my kisses away?"

(Y/N) simply shrugs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just a little joke, Negan," she says, her voice soft. "I wanted to see how long it would take you to crack."

Negan stares at her, momentarily speechless. Then, a slow, genuine laugh erupts from his chest. He can't help but admire her audacity, her ability to tease him so effortlessly.

He pulls her close, his grip firm but gentle. "You little minx," he murmurs against her hair. "You had me going there for a while."

He then proceeds to demonstrate the error of her ways with a kiss so passionate, so all-consuming, that she forgets all about wiping anything away.

Or perhaps, the reason is because he starts to wipe off his kisses from her face instead, causing them to both laugh.

The playful game doesn't necessarily end there. It becomes a recurring theme in their relationship, a little inside joke that they both cherish.

Sometimes, (Y/N) will still wipe away a kiss, just to see Negan's reaction. And sometimes, Negan will anticipate it, catching her hand before she can wipe, holding it in his and kissing her knuckles.

It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love and laughter can thrive. It's a testament to the strength of their bond, their ability to find joy in the simplest of things.

And it's a reminder that even a man like Negan can be brought to his knees – not by fear, but by the playful affection of the woman he loves. He will always be on guard though because who knows when she will strike again. He makes a mental note to kiss her when she least expects it.

Ultimately, the game highlights the depth of their connection. It's not just about the kisses themselves, but about the underlying trust, the shared humor, and the unwavering love that binds them together. It's a playful reminder that even in the apocalypse, there's always room for a little bit of romance and a whole lot of teasing.

The flickering firelight danced across Daryl's face, highlighting the rugged lines that time and hardship had etched there. You loved those lines. They spoke of strength, resilience, and a quiet intensity that always drew you in. He was sitting beside you on the porch of your shared home in Alexandria, the familiar creak of the wooden planks beneath you a comforting rhythm in the otherwise silent night. He’d been quieter than usual tonight, lost in thought as he cleaned and re-cleaned his crossbow, a nervous habit you’d come to recognize.

You leaned against his shoulder, the rough denim of his jacket a comforting presence. "Penny for your thoughts, Daryl?" you murmured, your breath ghosting against his neck.

He grunted softly, but the corner of his lips quirked upward ever so slightly. A tell. "Just thinkin'," he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

You knew better than to push too hard. Daryl shared when he was ready. So, instead, you pressed a soft kiss to his temple, a silent reassurance that you were there, always. He tensed for a split second before relaxing again, the warmth of your lips seemingly melting some of the tension from his shoulders.

This was your Daryl: a man of few words, but immeasurable depth. And you loved him fiercely.

That's when the idea struck you. A playful spark ignited in your eyes. It was a silly, childish notion, but the urge to tease him, to lighten the mood, was too strong to resist. You decided to start a little game, a silent comedy between the two of you.

Daryl finally set his crossbow aside, the metallic click echoing in the stillness. He turned to you, his blue eyes searching your face. There was a question there, unspoken, but clear as day. You smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"What?" you asked innocently.

He hesitated, then ducked his head, a rare blush creeping up his neck. "Nothin'," he muttered.

You knew better. You tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Tell me," you insisted, your voice laced with gentle prodding.

He sighed, finally relenting. "Just... wanted to kiss you," he mumbled, his gaze dropping to your lips.

Your heart fluttered. Even after all this time, the simple act of him wanting to kiss you could still send shivers down your spine. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, your breath mingling with his.

His lips were rough but gentle against yours. The kiss was slow, tender, a silent exchange of love and longing. You savored the moment, the familiar warmth spreading through you.

And then, just as quickly as it began, it was over. He pulled back slightly, his eyes questioning.

This was your cue. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reached up and deliberately wiped your lips with the back of your hand, a blatant, exaggerated gesture.

Daryl's brow furrowed. He stared at you, a mixture of confusion and hurt flickering in his eyes. He didn't say anything, just watched you with a bewildered expression.

You maintained your innocent facade, meeting his gaze with wide, unblinking eyes. You said nothing, offering no explanation for your actions.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, he shook his head slightly, as if dismissing the incident as a figment of his imagination. He reached for his crossbow again, his movements a little more jerky than before.

A few minutes passed, filled only with the scraping sound of metal against metal as Daryl resumed cleaning his weapon. You could feel his eyes on you, though, stealing glances whenever he thought you weren't looking.

You suppressed a giggle. He was so easy to fluster, despite his tough exterior.

Deciding to press your luck, you snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. You nuzzled your cheek against his, breathing in the familiar scent of leather, woodsmoke, and something uniquely Daryl.

He stiffened again, but this time, he didn't pull away. He remained frozen, his body tense beneath your touch.

You turned your head slightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek, a lingering, affectionate gesture. His skin was rough beneath your lips, but warm and comforting.

You pulled back, and without missing a beat, wiped your cheek with the palm of your hand, mimicking your earlier action.

This time, Daryl’s reaction was more pronounced. His head snapped up, his eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to think better of it, clamping his jaw shut.

The confusion in his eyes was slowly being replaced by something else… annoyance? Maybe even a hint of anger? You couldn't be sure, but you were definitely pushing his buttons. And you were finding it incredibly entertaining.

You continued to stare at him, your face an innocent mask. "What?" you asked again, your voice barely a whisper.

He just glared, his jaw working. He looked like he was trying to solve a complicated equation in his head.

The silence became almost unbearable. You could practically see the wheels turning in Daryl's head as he tried to decipher your bizarre behavior. He was clearly baffled, but he refused to ask directly, his pride getting in the way.

You decided to take things one step further. Leaning forward, you gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and placed a soft kiss on his brow.

And then, you wiped your forehead with dramatic flair.

That was it. The dam broke.

Daryl dropped his crossbow with a clatter. He grabbed your wrists, his grip surprisingly gentle, but firm enough to stop you from moving. His eyes were blazing, the blue intensified by a mixture of confusion, frustration, and a dawning realization that you were deliberately messing with him.

"Alright," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "What the hell is goin' on?"

You couldn't hold it in any longer. A giggle escaped your lips, and then another, until you were laughing uncontrollably.

Daryl's grip tightened slightly, but he didn't release you. He just stared at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and grudging amusement.

"You… you're wiping my kisses," he said slowly, as if trying to understand a foreign language.

You nodded, still laughing. "Yes!" you gasped, wiping tears from your eyes. "I am!"

A slow smile spread across Daryl's face, chasing away the anger and confusion. He shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he said, his voice softening.

You grinned at him, your heart overflowing with affection. "I know," you said, winking.

He released your wrists and reached out to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes filled with a love so deep and profound it took your breath away.

"Why?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper.

You leaned into his touch, your smile fading. "Just… because," you said, shrugging. "I wanted to see what you'd do."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement returning to his eyes. "And?" he prompted.

You blushed, suddenly feeling a little sheepish. "And it was really funny," you admitted.

Daryl laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made your heart sing. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

"Next time," he murmured against your hair, "I'm gonna give you so many kisses, you won't be able to wipe 'em all off."

You laughed again, snuggling closer to him. "Is that a promise?" you asked, your voice teasing.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's a threat," he growled playfully, before capturing your lips in a long, passionate kiss. This time, you didn't wipe.

The fire crackled, the crickets chirped, and the world faded away as you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the playful game forgotten in the depths of your love.

The world outside might be a dangerous, unpredictable place, but within the walls of your shared haven, a different kind of game unfolds – a playful dance of affection and teasing that only you and Rick Grimes understand. It started innocently enough: a quick peck on the cheek, a stolen kiss on the lips, and your instinctive, playful reaction – wiping it away with a dramatic flourish, all without saying a word. You never anticipated the delightful chaos that would ensue, the silent conversation that would blossom between you, spoken only through gestures and the gleam in Rick’s usually serious eyes.

Here’s how Rick, the hardened leader, the man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, would react to your charmingly infuriating habit:

The first few times, Rick would be genuinely perplexed. His brow would furrow, those familiar lines deepening as he searches your face for any sign of distress. Did he do something wrong? Was the kiss not to your liking? He’d study you with an intensity that could melt steel, trying to decipher the hidden message behind your seemingly dismissive gesture.

He might subtly ask, "Everything alright?" his voice laced with concern. Your only response, a mischievous smile and a shake of your head, would only deepen his confusion, leaving him to ponder the mystery of your actions.

He'd replay the moment in his mind, analyzing every detail. Was his breath bad? Was he too rough? Too gentle? Rick Grimes, the master strategist, reduced to a bundle of uncertainties by a simple, playful act.

After a few repetitions, the confusion would slowly give way to amusement. He’d start to notice the glint in your eye, the suppressed smile playing on your lips. He'd realize this wasn't a rejection, but a game, a peculiar expression of your affection.

A slow, reluctant smile would creep onto his face, a rare and precious sight that only you could coax out. He’d shake his head, a mixture of exasperation and fondness in his eyes. He might even mutter something under his breath, like, "You're somethin' else," his voice thick with affection.

The seriousness that usually clung to him would begin to dissipate, replaced by a lighter, more playful demeanor. Your little game would become a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of their world.

Once he understands it's a game, the kisses would become more frequent, almost as if he's daring you to wipe them away. A quick peck on the forehead as he passes you, a lingering kiss on the cheek while you're cooking, a stolen moment of lip contact while he thinks no is watching.

His kisses would become more deliberate, more lingering, as if he's trying to leave an impression that even your playful wipe can't erase. He might deepen the kiss, just a little, testing your reaction, enjoying the way your eyes widen in mock annoyance.

He would start leaving small trails of kisses. Going from your cheek down to your jaw, leaving a sweet tingle on your skin.

Rick isn't one to back down from a challenge. He would start returning the favor, playfully wiping away your kisses whenever you initiate them. The surprise on your face would be his reward, the tables turning in this silent battle of affection.

He might exaggerate the wiping motion, making a show of it, adding a dramatic sigh or a playful eye roll. He would watch you carefully, gauging your reaction, savoring your mock outrage.

He'd start attacking you with kisses when you least expect it. Sneaking up behind you while you're doing dishes, pulling you into his lap for a surprise smooch, ambushing you with affection when you're least prepared.

Your game would evolve into a secret language, a nonverbal expression of your unique bond. A kiss, a wipe, a shared glance – it would all speak volumes about your love, your trust, and your ability to find joy in the simplest of moments.

The wiping wouldn't be a rejection. It would become apart of your love language. It was a habit you both grew used to, and loved.

Even a small reaction between the two of you would tell a story. A small smirk from you told him you were up to no good. A sigh from him showed you that he was tired.

There would be moments, of course, when the game would cease. Times when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on Rick's shoulders, when the fear and uncertainty threatened to consume him. In those moments, his kisses would be different – desperate, clinging, a plea for reassurance.

During those times, you wouldn't dare wipe away his kisses. You would meet his urgency with your own, holding him close, letting him know that you're his safe harbor, his constant in a world of chaos.

Similarly, if he senses you're feeling down or vulnerable, he'll shower you in kisses without expecting a playful wipe. Those kisses would be gentle, comforting, a silent promise of unwavering support.

In public, Rick would be more reserved, mindful of maintaining his image as a strong and capable leader. However, even in front of others, the unspoken connection between you would be evident.

He might steal a quick glance, a subtle smile, a gentle touch of your hand. These small gestures would be his way of acknowledging your presence, of reminding you that even in the midst of chaos, you are always on his mind.

And who knows, maybe once in a while, he'd risk a quick kiss, just to see if you'd dare to wipe it away in front of everyone. The challenge in his eyes would be unmistakable, a silent invitation to continue your game, no matter who's watching. Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't, but you'll always be there for him no matter what.

Your playful game of kisses would become a symbol of your love, a testament to your ability to find light and laughter even in the darkest of times. It would be a reminder that even a hardened leader like Rick Grimes is still capable of tenderness, affection, and a little bit of playful foolishness, all thanks to the woman who dared to wipe away his kisses and steal his heart.

[cosmogyros]

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[hoshifighting]

ok but how about we imagine the reader just lounging on the bed or sumn on their tummy and not wearing underwear inside their shorts because they're just home and its just you and jihoon and its comfy like that, maybe scrolling thru phone or smthg and jihoon comes and see you like that and without warning pulls down their shorts like hmm gonna eat them out from the back

woozi eating you from the back when he sees you chilling without panties

WARNINGS: smut, pussy eating, fingering, reader tries to not look affected by woozi eating her out—it doesn't last tho

it’s not like you planned this. you were just comfy, sprawled out on your tummy, scrolling through your phone. no underwear, just one of those oversized shirts jihoon always leaves behind. you weren’t expecting him home this early—it was supposed to be just you and the quiet hum of your timeline.

but then, you hear the door click open. you lift your head slightly, listening as his familiar footsteps echo down the hall. whatever. it’s jihoon. you don’t move. no need to—he’s seen you like this a thousand times before.

except… maybe not exactly like this.

“...seriously?”

you turn your head lazily to glance at him, your cheek pressing into the pillow. “what?”

his mouth is open. like full-on, jaw-dropped, wide-eyed suffering. you’d laugh if it wasn’t so funny. his gaze is locked on the way your shirt has ridden up over your hips, just barely covering the curve of your ass but definitely not hiding the glimpse of your cunt between your thighs.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses, his voice strained.

“literally no?” you shrug, playing it cool. “it’s comfy. every woman does this.” you turn your attention back to your phone like his whole world isn’t crumbling around him.

without another word, he’s crawling onto the bed, settling himself between your thighs. the weight of him presses against the backs of your legs.

“hoon, what are you doing?” you ask casually, even as he pushes your thighs apart and drags his thumbs along your folds.

he doesn’t answer. instead, his breath fans over you, and then his tongue—wet and warm—licks a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance.

you don’t react. not immediately, anyway.

“hmm,” you hum, scrolling aimlessly. “that’s nice.”

you can feel him pause.

“‘nice?’” he repeats, his voice muffled against you. there’s a challenge in his tone, and you know you’ve poked the bear.

jihoon doubles down. his tongue delves deeper, penetrating you, licking and flicking in ways that make your toes curl even though you swear you’re not going to let him win. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working you over fill the room.

you’re trying to hold strong.

“yeah, like… whatever,” you manage, biting down on your lip to keep the gasp trapped in your throat, as you smirk nasty.

“oh, we’ll see about that,” jihoon mutters, his voice dripping with determination.

he doesn’t hold back now, his tongue fucking into you has your thighs trembling. he pulls back to spit, letting his saliva mix with your slick before diving back in, his nose pressing against you with every hungry lap.

you squirm. just a little.

but jihoon knows you. he knows exactly how to make you melt.

when he slides two fingers into you, curling them in that devastating way only he can, it’s game over. you gasp, your phone slipping from your hand as your hips start to roll against his face.

“oh? what happened to ‘nice?’” he taunts, his voice smug and soaked as he pulls back just enough to breathe.

“shut up,” you manage, but your voice cracks, and you know he hears it.

he hums, the vibrations making you shiver, and you can’t help yourself anymore. your hips grind against his face, chasing the pressure of his tongue and the stretch of his fingers.

“fuck,” you whisper, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

jihoon groans against you desperately, the wetness between your legs is obscene, dripping onto his chin, smearing across his lips, but he doesn’t care. it only makes him harder inside his pants, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to make you moan louder, to make you wetter.

your forehead presses into the pillow, muffling the broken sound that slips past your lips as jihoon’s mouth latches onto your clit. his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud before his lips close around it completely, sucking it inside your mouth until your start to drip on his upper lip.

“fuck, babe—” you choke out, your voice muffled by the fabric. instead of giving you a break, he doubles down. the bastard knows what he’s doing. he knows how sensitive you are, and he’s still going for it, his tongue swirling and his lips pulling at your clit like it’s his fucking life mission.

you’re unraveling, your resolve crumbling like a cheap tower of jenga blocks.

your ass lifts off the mattress on instinct, hips wiggling as if you’re trying to escape him. but that’s a joke—you don’t want to escape. not really.

jihoon hums against you, the vibrations making you choke strangled as you push yourneck further on the pillow “oh, now you’re running?” it’s clear he’s not about to let you go anywhere. his hands grab onto your thighs, holding you still with a grip that’s firm but reverent.

“not running,” you whine, though your body says otherwise. you’re grinding back against him now, your hips bucking on his tongue involuntarily as his tongue works you over.

“yeah?” he says, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “then why are you wiggling, huh?”

you’re not about to let him win this round. no fucking way. “you’re barely doing anything,” you bite out, though your voice cracks halfway through.

jihoon lets out a dark little laugh, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, the meat scaping inside the fingers as he presses his face back between your legs. “oh, i’m barely doing anything?” he says, and you can feel the smirk on his lips.

then he sucks.

your head snaps back, and a choked cry escapes you as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and entrance, pulling at it like he’s determined to break you.

“hoon! what the fuck—ngh!”

“what was that?” he murmurs his tongue flicking in quick, torturous motions.

your response is unintelligible, a series of breathless gasps and broken moans as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless. your ass is in the air now, raised high as you grind back against his face, the wet sounds of his tongue and your slick filling the room.

you feel his grip tighten on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin as if to steady you. “don’t play with me, baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

your fingers claw at the pillow beneath you, your body shaking as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and insistent. your legs tremble, and you let out a high, desperate whimper, wiggling your hips again as if it’ll somehow lessen the intensity.

but jihoon doesn’t let up, he doubles down, his tongue flicking against your clit in rapid, precise motions before sucking again, his lips pulling at you, making your roll your eyes to the back of your school.

“you’re taking it so well, baby.”

and just like that, the floodgates open. your body arches, your face burying deeper into the pillow as the orgasm slams into you, hard and unforgiving.

jihoon groans against you as you grind into his face, riding out the your orgasm as your legs quake and your moans dissolve into sobs. but he doesn’t stop—not yet. his tongue slows, but it’s still there, gentle and coaxing, milking every last drop from your trembling body.

when you finally collapse, boneless and spent, jihoon presses a soft, almost teasing kiss to your ass. “still think i’m barely doing anything?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with affection.

you don’t have the energy to answer—not with words, anyway. instead, you reach back weakly, your hand finding his hair and giving it a lazy tug.

jihoon just laughs satisfied, before leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of your back. “that’s what i thought.” he murmurs.

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. in the name of you .

in a world where everyone forgot their own religion, it's not wrong for luka to look at your ethereal self and immediately mistake you for a divine being, no?

featuring : luka

cw : female reader, implied stalking(for just a little), luka is obsessed with reader, luka isn't obsessed with hyuna in here for the sake of the story lol🙇‍♀️

a/n : i made a till one, and now i'll make a luka one! i was trying to make it seems as if luka is obsessed with reader, but i was having a hard time showing it, and ended up making it seems like luka had become a better person after meeting reader lmfaoo😭🙏

from the moment humans were taken away forcefully by those disgusting aliens—they all had forgotten about their creators. the one who gave them life, the one who gave them the will to continue living. each day felt like a stab to the heart, it feels as if someone had taken your lungs out of your body, before putting it back inside again.

it feels empty, like a void.

while all the kids run around anakt garden happily, although not genuinely, all luka could do was lean on one of the trees, while holding his knees close to his chest. what can he do? what does people expect him to do? he is a weak child, a child born with diseases, a child unable to live without support from others, including the tree he is currently leaning on. without anything to lean on, to hold on to, what was he supposed to do, weak and dependent as he was?

nothing. he could only weep himself to sleep every day, and it changes nothing. he has heard from the other kids that there is a powerful divine being that could help you in times of distress, how it's called god, how you're supposed to believe in it for it to help you, and he did. luka believed in god for a day, but nothing had changed. his everyday life had remained the same.

like waking up early, even though he doesn't know what time it is because of all the fake painted skies the aliens put in the garden, go eat breakfast with the other kids, with no one else sitting besides—"hey, is this seat occupied?" in the midst of the suffocating silence, a cheerful, almost unreal voice had reached his ears. he had first thought that it was just his imagination, his desperate feelings of wanting to be accompanied by someone. but it wasn't, as the voice echoed in his ears once again.

"uh, hello...? did i catch you on a bad day? i'm so sorry, i'll find another seat then." after what felt like a minute, he finally looked up at the person talking to him, only to notice that they're gone. he clenched his fist in regret. he should've looked up earlier, he should've answered whoever that was, but he didn't. such a shame, he thought to himself.

after half an hour, luka finished his breakfast and was getting ready to leave, before being stopped by someone whose voice was so familiar to him, it almost feels as if he is dreaming. "hey, um... i'm really, really sorry for bothering you earlier. as an apology, i got some bread for you!" that cheerful voice had struck something inside him, his eyes grew wide slightly, and his hand trembles at the sight of you. if he were to believe in the divine, he would immediately get down on his knees and pray for you, an angel.

your soft gaze, your skin that looks almost as delicate and fragile as a glass, and your small fingers offering him the bread you got for him. it took him almost a minute to react, and all that came out of his mouth is just a small gasp, so small that even you can't hear it. "don't tell anyone about this though, but i stole it from someone's unfinished breakfast! so take it, please?" you shoved the bread to his face, which made him raise his eyebrows. but he took it anyway.

he examines the bread carefully, to which you took great offense. "i won't poison you, so there's no need to look at it so intensely!" you pout at him. if you squint your eyes really hard, you can notice the faintest hint of smile on his face, and probably the first time he has ever smile so genuinely.

his everyday routine had consisted of the same, basic thing. but, now that you talked to him, it changed his life forever. it changed his views of the world, of everyone. some kids may have believed in the divine from the moment they were born, but luka just believed in the divine the moment she graced himself with her kindness.

from then on, whenever luka woke up and entered the garden, the first thing—or person he looks for, is you. whenever he went to the cafeteria, the first person he approached is you, and when luka went to his first performance on stage, the first person he looks for in the audience is you, holding a cream-colored lightstick.

whenever luka goes anywhere, the first person he looks for, thought of, and wishes to see first... is you.

his god, his universe.

and if he happens to notice some... imbecile, or other people trying to approach you, he won't hesitate to show them that no one can approach his angel without consequences. no one other than him.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[juicebuck]

can't stop thinking about roommates buck and eddie wanting this to last forever and ever and both feeling bad about this. eddie feels Bad because like, he keeps selfishly hoping and praying for things to be Wrong with the apartments buck is looking at. even though he knows buck deserves to have his own space and his own life and that's Fine it's just so fine. he can’t make him stay. but also he can’t stop trying to make buck stay. he's calling it our house and our bedroom and he plants a little herb garden because buck mentioned wanting one and he's asking buck if he thinks they should put up new shelves in the kitchen and get some cool glass jars for buck's baking ingedients and buck's got his own column on the weekly organiser and god what is he doing? and buck feels BAD because eddie's being so kind and patient and accommodating, but he deserves his space back, his house back. it was never really buck's. he was just supposed to hold onto it until eddie and chris came back. and they're back now. but also he just, can’t bring himself to keep looking for another place even though he knows he Should. he does at first. half-heartedly. but then he just stops. and he keeps not just letting eddie believe he's looking at places but like. lying about looking at places. he's literally making up apartments and then making up things that were wrong with them and he knows it's bad but he can’t Stop. and eddie's trying to react Normally and be supportive. like, man that sucks. don't worry, you'll find one! but really he's just like, so fucking relieved every single time. everytime buck mentions looking at a new place eddie's like, holding his breath. until buck rattles off a list of things that were wrong with it and he can finally breathe again.

and then one night, they're on the couch, watching tv, having a few beers. buck's just told him about another fake uninhabitable place. and it just slips out, quiet. "stay" eddie barely registers he's said it at first. but when he does, he says it again. like now that it's out there he can’t Stop. stay. buck, stay. and buck's like, what? and eddie sets his beer down and turns to buck like, stay. i want you to stay. i don't want you to find another place. i want you here. with me. with chris. where you belong. stay. and buck's breath shakes, fingers gripping his beer too tight, and he says, okay. and eddie's like, yeah? and buck's like, i— swallows. i haven't really been looking at places. i—meant to. but i couldn't, didn't want to. the thought of not—not being with you was... so i made them up. and eddie breathes out a laugh, surprised. says, you made them up. all of them? and buck ducks his head like, at least 90% of them. and eddie reaches out, tilts buck's face back up to look at him and says, i planted you a herb garden. and buck laughs, bright and loud. says, we're so stupid. and eddie laughs too, fond and relieved and just. in love. god, he's in love. and he just fucking says it, i love you. it slips out the same way stay did. and buck's laughter catches on an inhale. and he says, eddie. a little awed. a little desperate. and eddie thinks, this is it. no going back now. not that he wants to. this is it. this is his joy. and he takes the beer from buck's clasped hand, fingers brushing over his knuckles. sets it down next to his own. reaches back out, holds buck's face in his hands and kisses him. and buck makes a sound like a whimper and well, that's it. they're all over each other. hands everywhere, pressed together, moving together. and they can’t stop kissing. like they’re trying to climb inside of each other. can barely part long enough to shove down their pants. at some point one of their legs knocks the beer bottles over but they barely notice. at some point eddie manages to form a somewhat coherent thought long enough to get his hand around them both. at some point eddie says it again. stay. i love you. and buck realises that he didn't say it back—so he does now. breathes an i love you too into eddie’s mouth that slides into groan as he comes all over them both.

[aayakashii]

How would they react if you received a confession from some random student?

Warning: yandere behavior, possessiveness, A LOT of manipulation etc etc you know the drill

Gasp! You received a confession! A human student fell for you and confessed that they have had a huge crush on you ever since they saw you in the admission ceremony. They even invited you on a date! You're so excited! But... wait... how will your ghouls react to that...?

Fuji Kaito

Absolutely distraught.

He knew you first! He was supposed to be your first option!

He doesn't try to hide how desperately jealous he is.

Bombards you with self-deprecating messages that do more harm than good because it gets super annoying after a while.

Stops eating properly and pays even less attention to class, which makes him take even more remedial classes.

Asks you for your help immediately. He's so insistent on you tutoring him, that you end up saying yes just so he'll stop whining.

He happily creates a schedule that eats up most of your time, so you can only see him every single day. After all, he has such a hard time learning! You gotta help him a lot 🥺 and no, Luca isn't an option.

It's almost like he planned this... but nah, that's Kaito we're talking about. He wouldn't do this, right

Right?

Lucas Errant

He doesn't really understand what he's feeling at the moment

At first, he has a positive reaction – after all, you're an amazing person! It's only obvious you'd have admirers.

But then he finds himself thinking more and more about it.

Is that person capable of protecting you? Do they possess any type of skill in combat so they can fend off anomalies? Will they pay attention to your needs? Will they hold your hand when they walk you home? Will they actually walk you home when it's late??????

He starts worrying more and more about your safety until he can't brush off his concerns any longer.

He will not approve of this relationship. He's pretty sure that person isn't capable of providing you with all you need and deserve.

At least not like he can. He knows he can protect you. So... stay with him instead, will you?

Ishibashi Tohma

Hm... Really. So you have a little admirer. How cute.

Tohma couldn't be more obvious with the disdain and contempt towards the person who confessed to you.

He always manages to spot you wherever you are, just to steal you away and drag you with him to do something 'important'.

"Why yes, you must come with me to pick up this order of tea leaves I have put on. Of course I can't do this alone, you have to learn the ropes of my work since you're my dear helper."

You better not be thinking about going on dates. Tohma will ruin all your plans by summoning you to his side as soon as you step out of your dorm.

He will control your time and your schedule until you forget entirely about that silly little person who tried to take you away from him.

And when you hear the first whispers of awful rumors about that person, Tohma already has his hands on you, permanently dragging you away from them and their terrible influence.

As if he wasn't the one that spurred the gossip in Frostheim from the very beginning.

Kamurai Jin

No. Just no.

Don't even think about it.

You just aren't allowed any distractions from your work for him. You're his servant.

Actually, sratch that. You're his, period.

The fact that someone would be so bold to try and take you away from him is unbelievable.

And you're CONSIDERING their confession? Are you insane? What do they have to offer you? How can you even begin to think of them as more important than him?

You're crazy if you think he'll just let you go and date some peasant.

Jin WILL bribe the person who confessed to you to make them go away in a heartbeat.

He's convinced that everyone will fold when they're faced with money. Everyone but himself, because he already has it all.

All except you, apparently.

Jin will offer them a life changing amount of money just to keep them away from you.

Don't worry, he'll be right there to see your little heartbroken face when you're walk back to him after all that.

He'll take his sweet time picking up your pieces and putting you back together.

Mido Alan

Alan stuffs his hands inside his pockets and scowls as soon as you let him know about someone confessing to you.

Oh, he despises that idea.

At first, he wonders whether it is because he might see you as a little sibling or... some other platonic thing... that activates his protective instinct.

But then he sees you crack a little smile as you talk about actually going on dates, and the jealousy he feels is simply undeniable.

Alan may be stoic, but he's very well acquainted with his ugliest feelings.

And this jealousy is simply the most hideous thing.

Do you know that person? Do you think they truly care about you? No. They don't. At least not like him.

Alan doesn't say all that openly, but he hangs around you for longer and longer, like a guard dog. Arms crossed and scowling, ready to pounce at anyone crazy enough to invade his space.

And obviously, you're in his space. You're the only one allowed in it. The only one he wants attached at his hip.

He eventually wins by wearing down his competition. After all, no one is brave enough to poke this lion with a short stick.

You're just not worth them risking their lives like that...

Don't worry, Alan is right by your side to pet your little head and comfort you.

He'll always be by your side.

Haizono Sho

Well, look at you. Being popular and shit. Gotta be feeling good, huh?

Kinda upsetting that the one who likes you is a loser that definitely doesn't deserve you.

Who said that.

Sho immediately bans you from eating at his food truck.

If you're gonna play these dumb games, then he has his own cards to play, too.

Even if you have zero intention of making him jealous and genuinely just want to go on a cute date, he WILL see it as a challenge.

He would rather get hit by a car than see you taking some random ass dude to HIS food truck to eat HIS food during a date. You're supposed to eat his food only if you go on dates with HIM.

He's gonna make you choose between him and your stupid new guy as soon as you tell him about the confession.

Are you going to abandon him? Are you really going to choose some dude instead of a friend? Someone who needs your support and ideas? Someone who ACTUALLY cares about you and didn't just randomly appear out of nowhere?

There is a correct answer for his ultimatum, and you better choose wisely.

Kurosagi Leo

???????????

Some people do have awful taste, huh.

Cannot fathom why someone would ever fall for you.

You're plain and boring, just a stupid NPC. That person must be just as boring as you, if not worse.

He makes sure to tell you all of this so you know your place.

But then you decide to give that person a chance and begin to ignore his messages.

How fucking dare you answer him only in the end of the day. You're supposed to be at his beck and call. You're supposed to be by his side whenever he needs you, like a good NPC.

He gets antsy. He's bouncing his legs, biting his nails and feeling his stomach flip flop inside him.

Okay he GETS it. You can stop trying to make him jealous now, god. You're so fucking desperate for his attention, aren't you?

Just... answer his fucking texts for once, okay?

Otherwise, he's gonna have to handle that rando that's been glued to your side on his own terms, and you don't want that.

Don't make him do something both of you will regret <3

Sagara Haru

Of course someone would fall for you! Who wouldn't?

You're so sweet, strong, patient, helpful, comforting, and you always do your best to spend time with him so he feels less overworked and...

Oh.

If you have a s/o, this means you won't be able to help him and spend time by his side, huh...

...

That is a problem.

Haru needs your company. He needs to know your whereabouts and what you're doing. You won't leave him hanging behind on his own, right?

He knows that you care for the animals and you wouldn't abandon them, but what about him?

Will you really leave him behind?

Haru is busy with everything in Jabberwock, so it's not like he can neglect his job to follow you around, but... Maybe he can keep an eye on you through his little gps.

Whenever he sees you out and about, he'll shoot you the cutest, most heartwrenching message about how he the animals miss you.

It never fails.

After all, you're so sweet. He knows exactly how to tug on your heartstrings until you run back to him.

Otonashi Towa

No.

You're not going to date anyone.

Towa loves romance, yes, but only if it doesn't involve you with someone else.

You're his Dandelion! You're his. You're not going to leave him, ever. Why are you even thinking about someone else? You're so silly, Dandelion.

Towa doesn't try to be subtle. He will threaten the other person and kick them out of your life immediately.

If he needs to strike them down with a dozen lightnings, he will do it. Do not doubt him whatsoever.

Don't be sad, though. If you wanted to go on dates, you should have just said so!

He will take you to every pretty place he finds in Darkwick – cave systems, flower fields, dense woods, and anywhere else you feel like going!

As long as you go with him.

He's not letting anyone steal you from him, ever.

Shiranami Ren

Whines and whines and whines and whines.

He becomes actually insufferable.

"You're actually going to become one of those disgusting people that flaunt their relationship everywhere, aren't you?"

"Ren, I don't even know if I'll accept the date..."

You don't get it, though. He thought you were different. He thought you weren't like everyone else! But you got A CONFESSION?

EUGH

That's like the most normie thing in the whole world...

And who's gonna watch B-horror movies with him now? Who's gonna play his mobile games and do his dailies with him?

You're gonna be just like those assholes that forget their friends when they start dating, aren't you?

He knew you were just too good to be true. That's on him, though. He was stupid to believe you would stick around.

Wait, no, please don't go. Please don't get mad at him.

He just doesn't want you to spend your time with someone else... but also, he would rather die than straight up tell you that.

Maybe read between the lines of all his whiny ass messages and forget about that other guy, how about it? It's almost time for a raid anyway.

Hoshibami Taiga

Oh honey. I don't know why you think you can even leave Taiga's side for long enough to receive a whole confession.

Although, if someone is crazy enough to mess with TAIGA'S little kitten, they are very brave.

Taiga may let them shoot their shot just to amuse himself and see how the dumbass would try to woo you.

But if they got even a little bit closer, his gun would fire immediately.

It would either end in someone getting terribly traumatized and/or wounded, or in death.

Getting away is just not an option if you're Taiga's.

You're always in his reach. No reason to think about silly little scenarios like "receiving a confession".

Pffft. Don't be stupid.

Romeo Lucci

Are you fucking insane? Shut up and go fetch him a face mask.

Of course he's not letting you date anyone. You're his assistant. You dont have time for shit like that.

What do you mean you don't need permission? Oh that's RICH.

Romeo isn't very patient about this whole situation.

If you try to argue too much, he just pushes you into his secret room and then inside one of his cages until you understand your place.

He's never letting you just walk away and spend your precious time with some broke asshole. Your time is HIS. YOU are his. Don't get any funny ideas.

It doesn't matter if you get mad at him. He will keep you locked up until you're sweet and compliant again. Just the way you're supposed to be.

And if that doesn't work quickly enough, he can always order his men around and beat whoever tries to get too close to you.

No one fucking steals from Romeo. Much less what is the most valuable to him.

Shinjo Ritsu

?

Ritsu is incredibly confused once you bring up going on dates with someone who confessed to you.

Did you forget you are legally bound to him by the terms of your partnership?

You have no time to go on dates. During working hours you have to be fulfilling your part of the contract right beside him.

It's not his fault that there's so much work to do that you end up needing to work overtime...

Yes, he IS very against unpaid overtime, obviously.

But it's not like you're not getting anything from this! You'll have the best lawyer in Japan always ready to help you.

But you'll only have this rare privilege if you stop being foolish and forget about dating that silly student.

You have to focus. Focus on your partnership.

Focus on him.

Focus on Ritsu alone.

Kusanagi Haku

Oh, so you hesitate to accept his invitations, but you're quick to go on a date with some other random person?

Ouch. Yikes.

Immediately lets you know that the person a very nasty spirit posessing them.

But you'd be a bit silly if you believed what he says because Haku is going to blatantly lie.

If that's what it takes to keep you far from anyone trying to get their hands on you, you BET Haku will try to manipulate you.

"Exorcising them? Nah, can't do it. Too strong of a spirit, you know? Better just keep your distance ;)"

He's honestly shameless. Doesn't stop following you around for a second and always manages to barge into every conversation you have with a general student, even if it's not even the person who confessed to you.

Can't be too careful, you know? After all, you're so sweet, what if more people fall for you?

He hates competition, so it's best to just cull everyone that gets too close to you. Makes things a lot easier for him.

And you know, since you're so eager to go out on a date with someone, why don't you choose him for once?

It's not like he'll ever let you have another option besides himself after all.

Kagami Subaru

Oh, he's guilt tripping you right away. All those years of acting are SHOWING.

Have you watched a kabuki play? There are some SAD ones, you know.

And you best believe Subaru is going to look like you've just ripped his heart apart as soon as you tell him about the confession.

You're the only actual friend he has besides Lyca... Do you really want to leave him in the dust like that? All for some dates? He really thought he mattered more to you than that...

It doesn't matter how much you try to reassure him you won't abandon him, he'll only stop being gloomy once you tell him word for word that you are not going to date anyone else.

And as soon as you do that, it'll be like clouds letting the sun shine again. He'll smile and cling to you like a magnet, gently feeding you the softest daifuku.

All while subtly touching you and checking your memories for the face of whoever dared to confess to you.

His good relationship with Darkwick will definitely come in handy to keep them far away from you.

Kotodama Zenji

He is having such a hard time with this!

He is more than happy to know you're appreciated! You are such a wonderful person! His lovely little human!

However... he can't help but feel awful about it all too. What if you stop talking to him?

After all, besides you, only Haku and Subaru see him. He knows you wouldn't be able to talk to him if you had someone unrelated right next to you. Much less someone who isn't even a ghoul!

His late night visits become more frequent. He stands at the foot of your bed, looking at your sleeping figure, very conflicted.

Is he allowed to be a little selfish, even though he's a spirit?

Soon enough, you stop hearing from the person who confessed to you. It's not that big of a deal, but you ARE curious as to why they up and vanished.

You'll never know how they suddenly got prophetic nightmares about how they shouldn't date you, complete with some bloodied messages on their wall...

Mizuki Rui

He's absolutely distraught. Not only he cannot touch you, now he must be tortured by the sight of you touching someone else?

Even worse: someone else touching YOU?

His days just keep on getting worse.

Will you still please visit him at his bar then? You won't completely starve him of your company, right?

Maybe he should just touch this crush of yours.

Haha, just kidding! He wouldn't do that.

He will, however, hide in the darkness for as much as he needs until he's sure that he approves of that date of yours.

Spoiler: he will never approve of anyone that isn't him.

Rui will bombard you with messages until you understand that his jealousy will never subside unless you reject that person once and for all.

And maybe, for some peace, you should. Because Rui is nothing if not insistent.

From the corner of your eyes, you see the way he lurks in the shadows of every place you visit.

Give yourself a break and mend the shinigami's heart for once, please?

Edward Hart

Oh dear. Who's going to take care of him now 😔

You're heartless, you know. Wasting your finite human time with a pointless date, instead of helping an old man when he needs you... You wound him so...

Ed is the king of emotional blackmail. He will moan and groan on and on about how weak and alone he is (even though Rui does everything for him) and how cruel you are for not spending your days in his room, tending to all his whims.

It doesn't matter if Rui can help him with this malware-riddled website. He wants YOU to help him. His plain but pretty little thing.

Didn't you learn you must respect your elders, love?

Then go lay down on his bed with him, thread your fingers through his hair, and shush him when he's tired and in pain. You're his walking balm, dear.

Don't leave him hanging. That would be so rude of you.

Lyca Colt

No no no no no no no no

NO!!!!!!!!!

You're not gonna date anyone!! You're not going to hang out with anyone else, ever!!!

Lyca is another one that's not subtle.

He'll just cling to you 24/7 and growl at the person who confessed to you until they run away.

He'll NEVER let you spend a single minute longer with some boring human. You have to spend time with him and teach him more about... well, about everything! You're his caretaker, aren't you?

The fact that he used to protest every time someone called you his babysitter does not matter anymore!

He is going to stay by your side and chase everyone away. How dare they try to do those disgusting things with HIS human!

It's overwhelming how clingy and possessive he gets – even more than before.

Lyca won't let you breathe peacefully. He'll be clinging to your arm, your hand, your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can grab just to show everyone that you belong WITH HIM ALONE.

It's best if you just accept it. They do say it's hard to teach older dogs how to behave, don't they...

Isami Yuri

He didn't expect much from you, but to waste your time with meaningless endeavors... Disappointing!

You better never sleep then! Because he's not letting you off the hook! You're still spending more than half of your day in Mortkranken, under HIS watchful eye!

And if he sees you texting some random guy, well. He'll just have to snatch your phone away from you.

How dare you think of anything else besides your apprenticeship under him?! Him, Isami Yuri, the best doctor in Darkwick. You're so ungrateful!

Yuri will wring you dry. He's so merciless, it'll be honestly best if you just focus on him...

He wants your full attention and focus. If you go on... *retches* dates... your mind won't be into your work.

Stop this insanity, worm, and pay attention to him. Pay attention and praise him. Don't go praising some random, worthless person. They don't deserve it.

But Yuri does. Yuri deserves your praise.

Praise him.

Please.

And forget all about anyone else.

Kirisaki Jiro

Hm... will going on dates affect your health positively? Your mental health, maybe? Huh.

Jiro doesn't really understand what he feels about you spending time with someone else.

What he does know is that he likes having you around, as much as he can process how "liking something" feels.

He likes how you take care of him after he showers and how you worry about him, no matter how many times he tells you it's pointless. He likes your reactions and how you try to be helpful. He likes you.

If you spending time with someone else means he won't have you doing all this anymore, or at least not as much as he'd like, he can't say he approves it.

Jiro straight up tells you he doesn't want you to go on dates and why.

It'd be wise to listen to him. Otherwise, he'll try to get his fix of you by following you around.

Not sure you'd want the tallest and strongest man in Darkwick following you around like a shadow... but you do you.

[local-dragon-haunt]

hey! i’m an artist and i was wondering what about the httyd crossover art made it obviously AI. i’m trying to get better at recognizing AI versus real art and i totally would have just not clocked that.

Hey! This is TOTALLY okay to not have recognized it, because I DIDN'T AT FIRST, EITHER. Unfortunately there’s no real foolproof way to distinguish real art from the fake stuff. However I have noticed a general rule of thumb while browsing these last few months.

So this is the AI generated image I used as inspiration. I will not be tagging the account that posted it because I do not condone bullying of any type, but it’s important to mention that this was part of a set of images:

This is important because one of the BIGGEST things you can use to your advantage is context clues. This is the thing that clued me in: right off the bat we can see that there is NO consistency between these three images. The art style and outfits change with every generated image. They're vaguely related (I.E. characters that resemble the Big Four are on some sort of adventure?) and that's about it. Going to the account in question proved that all they posted were AI generated images. All of which have many red flags, but for clarity's sake we'll stick with the one that I used.

The first thing that caught my eye was this???? Amorphous Blob in the background. Which is obviously supposed to be knights or a dragon or something.

Again, context clues come into play here. Artists will draw everything With A Purpose. And if what they're drawing is fanart, you are going to recognize most of what you see in the image. Even if there are mistakes.

In the context of this image, it looks like the Four are supposed to be running from these people. The thing that drew my attention to it was the fact that I Didn't Recognize The Villains, and this is because there is nothing to recognize. These shapes aren't Drago, or Grimmel, or Pitch, or any other villain we usually associate with ROTBTD. They're just Amorphous Blobs that are vaguely villain shaped.

Which brings me to my second point:

Do you see the way they're standing? There is no purpose to this. It throws the entire image off. Your eye is drawn to the Amorphous Villain Blobs in the background, and these characters are not reacting to them one bit.

Now I'm not saying that all images have to have a story behind them, but if this were created by a person, it clearly would have had one. Our group here is not telling a story, they are posing.

This is because the AI does not see the image as a whole, but as two separate components: the setting, and the description of the characters that the prompter dictates. I.E. "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other"

Now obviously the most pressing part of this prompt are the characters themselves. So the AI prioritizes that and tries to spit out something that WE recognize as "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other".

This, more times than not, is going to end up with this stagnant posing. Because AI cannot create, it can only emulate. And even then, it still can't do it right. Case in point:

This is not Hiccup. The AI totally thinks this is Eugene Fitzherbert. Look at the pose. The facial structure. The goatee. The smirk. The outfits. He's always next to Raps. Why does he have a quiver? Where's Toothless? His braids? His scar??

HE HAS BOTH OF HIS LEGS.

The AI. Cannot even get the most important part of it's prompt correct.

And that's just the beginning. Here:

More amorphous shapes.

So these are obviously supposed to be utility belts, but I mean. Look at them. The perspective is all off. There are useless straps. I don't even know what that cluster behind Jack's left arm is supposed to be.

This is a prime example of AI emulating without understanding structure.

You can see this particularly in Jack, between his hands, the "tassels" of his tunic, and the odd wrinkles of his boots. There's just not any structure here whatsoever.

Lastly, AI CANNOT CREATE PATTERNS.

Here are the side-by-sides of the shit I had to deal with when redesigning their outfits. Please someone acknowledge this. This killed me inside. THIS is most recognizable to me, and usually what I look for first if I'm wary about an art piece. These clusterfuck bunches of color. I hate them. I hate them so. much.

Anyways here's some other miscellaneous things I've noticed:

Danny Phantom Eyes

???? Thumb? (and random sword sheath)

Collarbone Necklace (corset from hell)

No Staff :( No Bow :(

What is that.

So yeah. Truly the best thing to do is to just. study it. A lot of times you aren't gonna notice anything just looking at the big picture, you need to zoom in and focus on the little details. Obviously I'm not like an expert in AI or anything, but I do have a degree in animation practices and I'm. You know. A human being. So.

In conclusion:

(Y'all should totally reblog my redesign of this btw)

[fireinmoonshot]

heart of gold | joaquín torres x fem!reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: When you get injured during a fight, Joaquín will do anything to save you. Warnings: Mentions of injuries/bleeding. Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I love writing Joaquín when he's Falcon 🥰 I got a request to write Joaquín having to save reader when they're hurt and this was created from that. I brainstormed most of it at work today and then wrote it when I got home. Very happy with how it turned out. Enjoy! 💗

He hears the sound of gunfire before he sees what it hits. At first, Joaquin tries not to look away. He doesn’t want to be distracted from his own fight when he knows both you and Sam can hold your own. It’s only when he hears a strange sound through his comms that he risks a glance across the sky to where he last saw you fighting.

It was meant to be a quick in and out, but things had gone wrong. The people they’d been trying to avoid had been waiting for them when they’d arrived, leading to a fight in the sky and on the ground. You’d all been ready for a fight, but none of you had wanted one.

Joaquin’s heart stops in his chest as he sees you. You’re in the air, not far from where you’d been before… but instead of flying, you’re falling. He can see the smoke coming out of your jet pack, a nasty grey colour, and the orange glow of fire. The bullets had hit your jetpack, causing it to malfunction and send you out of the sky.

“Oh my god,” Joaquin mutters, abandoning his own fight without a second of hesitation and heading off in the direction you’re falling. “Angel, can you hear me?” He tries, attempting to reach you through your comms. He tries again but you don’t answer – either you’re unconscious or there’s been damage to your comms too.

Either way, he knows he needs to get to you as soon as possible.

He’s moving faster than he’s ever flown in his life – something that the man would usually brag about through the comms to Sam – but such a thought never even enters his mind as he hurries towards you, watching as you spin through the air. Your body is limp, leading Joaquin to believe you’ve passed out. You’d be trying to fight the fall if you were awake. He knows you well enough to know that.

 He’s relieved when he can see that the fire in your jet pack has gone out, no longer seeing flashes of orange. He supposes with the air pressure and how fast you’re falling, it had put itself out. There’s still smoke pouring out of it, though. Nothing about this is good.

“Can you hear me, angel?” He tries again, though to no avail. There’s no sound coming from you and he’s terrified. He pushes himself faster, making his own jet pack work double time to reach you. The ground is getting closer now but he still can’t reach you. If you fall and hit the ground before he can catch you, he’ll never forgive himself.

You’re so close to the ground now, getting closer and closer every second you’re falling. But he’s almost got you… he reaches out his arms, fingertips brushing along the side of your suit and pushes himself to stretch a little more. His forearm wraps around your waist and he pulls, tugging you until you’re in his arms and against his chest. The relief he feels is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before.

He’s breathing heavily as he sets himself down on the ground, holding you tightly in both arms. He’s right about you having passed out, judging by the way you’re not reacting and simply laying in his arms. He sets you down on the ground gently and disconnects your jetpack, throwing it off to the side where it continues smoking.

Joaquin falls to his knees and moves to cradle your body in his lap. He gently removes your helmet, glad to see that there’s no visible blood anywhere and that you’re breathing. He doesn’t even notice Sam landing beside him, he’s too busy turning your head from side to side and making sure there are no injuries. He checks your ears and lets out a breath of relief when he sees that they’re free of blood as well, meaning it’s less likely you’d been hit in the head by something during or prior to the fall.

“My love, you’ve gotta wake up now,” he says, gently stroking a thumb over your cheek. “You’re safe now, please wake up. I’ve got you. Please wake up. Angel, please. Just open your eyes for me, please? Baby, please open your eyes.”

Sam stares down Joaquin, his eyebrows knotted in worry. You’re breathing, so that’s a good thing, but he’s never seen Joaquin act like this before. Joaquin, who is usually so upbeat. Joaquin, who makes him laugh countless times a day. Joaquin, who never lets things get to him and is so happy-go-lucky all the time. Joaquin, who has a heart of gold.

Joaquin, who has tears streaming down his cheeks as he holds your unconscious body in his arms. Joaquin, who is gently stroking your hair with so much care. Joaquin, who cannot fathom existing in a world where you don’t.

Your eyes slowly flutter open as you regain consciouness, as if summoned by Joaquin himself. It takes a moment for Joaquin to register it – he thinks he might be imagining it at first. But then your head moves a little and you blink and he knows it’s real. 

“Angel, oh my god. You’re okay, everything’s okay. I’ve got you,” Joaquin breathes. His heart is racing as he takes in the fact that you’re awake. “Don’t try and move, okay? Do you remember what happened? Actually, that doesn’t matter. Are you okay? Of course you’re not okay, you just fell out of the sky. But it’s okay, I caught you. You just must’ve passed out from the fall but–”

A hand falls on his shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze – Sam. He looks up, meeting Sam’s eyes. “Joaquin, it’s all right,” he says simply. “Take a breath, okay?” 

Joaquin looks back down at you and tries to take a deep breath. It comes out all shaky, but it’s better than nothing. His hand continues stroking your hair, trying to ground himself and remind himself that you’re okay. He’d caught you in time. You’re alive. He’d gotten a little carried away, as he tended to do sometimes when he was worried or distracted. He’s grateful that Sam is here to help keep him grounded.

“Baby,” you manage, trying to ignore the way your head is still spinning a little. You’d passed out almost immediately once you’d started falling. For a few seconds you’d tried to reactivate your jetpack and tried to reach Sam and Joaquin on your comms, but it’d become clear quickly that something had gone wrong and they’d stopped working. “You caught me?” 

He nods, looking down at you. “I did. Flew faster than I thought it was possible to get to you in time, but I made it.” He glances back up at Sam. “I think I actually moved faster than the speed of light. That’s  pretty impressive, hey? Bet you haven’t done that before.” 

Sam chuckles. Just like that, the kid is back to his usual self. 

Joaquin doesn’t wait for Sam’s reply before he looks back at you. “I’d always catch you.”

You reach up a hand to touch his own face, cupping his jaw. He leans into it, relaxing at the feeling of your palm on his cheek. “You’re crying, baby.” You swipe your thumb across his cheek, wiping some of his tears. 

He sniffs and moves one of his hands to touch his cheek and wipe away the rest of the tears. “Damn,” he mumbles. “I would have looked so much cooler if I wasn’t crying.”

Sam, behind him, scoffs. “Joaquin, she almost died.”

“Yeah, I know! That’s why I’m crying.”

You laugh, then, but it quickly turns into a bit of a cough, making you realise that maybe you haven’t come out of this unscathed – perhaps the impact of being caught or something to do with the explosion that had hit your jetpack. Joaquin’s amused face quickly changes to one of worry, like it had been moments before. Whatever the injury is, though, you somehow know it isn’t serious. You can’t feel pain anywhere and you’re not bleeding.

“Thank you for saving me, baby,” you swipe your thumb over his cheek again, catching another one of his tears that’s just fallen. “I’d catch you too.”

Sam kneels down on the ground next to you. “Let’s go get you checked out, okay?” He says, looking between you and Sam. Once you nod in agreement, he’s quick to help Joaquin in getting you off the ground and standing up. 

Joaquin wraps an arm around your waist to help you stay standing. “You all right?” He asks as you wobble a little. You’re clearly a little dizzy which is understandable considering the height you’d been falling from. 

For a moment, the two men wait for you to get your bearings and steady yourself. When you manage a thumbs up, Sam starts walking ahead of you. He’d taken down the last of the people you’d been fighting just before he’d seen what happened to you, but the item they’d been trying to get was clearly not here after all. 

“I think I can walk on my own, Joaquin,” you say as you start walking.

He shakes his head, tightening his grip on your waist a little. He doesn’t care if he has to walk slower than a turtle with you right now, he’s not going anywhere. “I’m not letting go,” he hums. “I said I’d always catch you, and that applies to falling on land as well.”

You chuckle and relent, accepting his help. “You reckon our next mission might actually go to plan?”

Joaquin flashes you a grin. “Statistically speaking, at least one of our missions should go to plan… whether it’s gonna be the next one or not… I feel like that’s unlikely…”

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Jinx (or 5 times you mess things up in front of Logan and 1 time you don't) || Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: You bring bad luck and have all your life and when you meet Logan you expect him to react the same way everyone has. To your shock he doesn't. That doesn't stop you from making a fool of yourself in front of him though. Many. Many times.

warnings: flirty logan, swearing, reader has mutant fire powers, fighting, logan has ptsd in water, he lashes out bc of it, possible ooc but idc, fighting, injury, comfort, blood, explosions

wc: 5k

a/n: Okay so I fucking LOVE arcane and I thought about a fic where the reader is like Jinx in the sense of she just has really bad luck all the time. She also has fire powers because I think they're cool and after that one drabble I wanted to do more with it. This is my longest fic so I hope you like it!!!

The First meeting

You might be the first mutant with a nickname that is more of an insult than a call sign. It started when you arrived here. Just a teenager looking for a place to call home. The mansion was that home and you loved every second of it. Your fire wielding powers were dangerous but exciting and with the help of the teachers you sort of learned how to train them.

But for some reason you didn't get some cool fire nickname you got stuck with Jinx. It's not your fault that bad things just happen around you. Really. You don't do anything to cause them on purpose but the bad luck seems to just follow you where ever you go.

You got the nickname after you managed to break the fountain. Seriously though how can that be so fragile. All you did was kick a soccer ball and you might have taken its head off.

Bad things just seemed to happen over and over again. You might have set fire to some curtains. Or the carpet. Or smashed a vase or two.

Even when you graduated and became a teacher things just happened. Missing papers, breaking pencils, the ceiling caves in because a family of fat racoons decided to make their home there. Things that were out of your control just happened.

So they called you Jinx. Was it lovingly? Maybe.

No one has kicked you out yet so that's a good sign. They do tend to avoid standing too close to you though. Which honestly is for the best.

It was a commotion in the main lobby that catches your attention today. The sound of a gruff voice peaks your interest. Peering into the room you see Rogue and Storm talking to a man.

"It's good to see you Logan." Oh! Wolverine.

You missed his first stop by the mansion. You were off doing something else for Charles when he was brought here originally and you were supposed to fly back to help as usual. You flight got canceled due to weather. So by the time you came back he had already gone.

You heard Rouge gossiping with the other students about him. She mentioned he was handsome but fuck he was even better than you thought.

You lean forward a little more and end up losing your balance and falling flat on your face. The three of them look at you and you wave, trying to save yourself some embarrassment. You can see Logan looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Jinx! Come meet Logan." Rogue calls you over and you stand up. Brushing yourself off as you walk over.

"Nice to meet you Logan." You hold out your hand but he just looks at it.

"Jinx?" He says instead. A smirk on his face as he speaks.

"It's a nickname, don't you have one too Wolverine?" He chuckles and you have hope that you're charming enough. Most of the time something really unlucky happens when you meet someone for the first time.

"Will I see you around Jinx?" If you didn't know better you'd say he was flirting.

He steps closer to you and you stumble back in surprise. He's intimidating with his broad shoulders and animal like grin. You let out a small scream as you trip on your feet and fall backwards. Right into Scott. Scott falls like a domino and you hear a crack.

"Scott! Are you okay?!" You rush to his side but suddenly a beam of energy shoots through his eyes.

You feel someone grab your arm and pull you away from him. Ducking your head as the beam shoots into the door. Scott closes his eyes but the damage is already done. The front doors of the beautiful mansion were destroyed. Everyone waits in silence as Charles appears from his office holding an extra pair of glasses for Scott.

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you." Apologies tumble out of your mouth as Scott fixes his new glasses.

"Don't worry about it, It was an accident Jinx." He places a hand on your shoulder and smiles but you can tell you fucked up. Again. You smile back but it falls once he leaves.

"I'm sorry about your door Professor." You mumble as you look at the destruction.

"It's alright, we'll get it fixed." You slowly walk off, letting people asses the damage.

You pass by Logan who watches you as you slink back to your room. You had hoped that maybe you could have gotten to know Logan before he found out how you got your nickname.

So much for first impressions.

2. In the kitchen

The next time you encounter Logan is in the kitchen. Despite your inherent unluckiness you still loved to cook. Sure you had cuts and burns from all your attempts but your dishes ended up pretty good. You're making a stew this time. Band aids are already on some of your fingers as you stir the pot.

"Smells good." You let out a scream as you drop the spoon into the soup. The fridge opens up and you see Logan rummaging through the shelves.

"Beer's behind the peas." You mumble as you try and fish out the spoon.

"Ow!" You hiss as you burn yourself again.

The hot metal spoon burned your hand. Logan watches as you put your hand under the sink and put some cold water on it.

"Ironic I know, the mutant with fire powers burns herself when cooking." You mutter catching his amused look.

He walks over and takes your hand, pressing his cold beer to the small burn. You sigh as the cold drink sends relief through your hand. You get a better look at Logan like this.

He's just dressed in jeans and a tank top. His muscles are practically bulging through the already stretchy fabric. He's got this dangerous aura around him that makes you hesitant at first. Not to mention the whispers about him. How violent he could be, the things he’s done. Everything he’s been through. But you didn’t care.

"So is Jinx because your clumsy?" He asks as he checks on your burn.

"Kind of, more like unlucky things just seem to happen to me I guess." Your eyes are focused on where Logan's hand is holding your wrist.

His hands are rough but his touch feels so nice. His grip is firm but not enough to hurt you. The fact that he's even helping you is bizarre. Anyone else would just chalk it up to you and let you deal with it yourself.

"I'm surprised you haven't run for the hills yet. You know, the first day you meet me I end up destroying the door." To your surprise Logan laughs.

"Technically Scott destroyed the door." He counters.

"Yeah well I broke his glasses." You take your hand away from his beer and turn your attention back to the soup.

For some reason Logan doesn't leave. He watches you as you cook and you like the company. You tense as you feel him get closer to you. His chest almost against your back as he peers over your shoulder. He's so close. You take a wooden spoon this time and stir the soup. Lifting a little bit to your lips.

"Can I have a taste?" Logan asks.

You turn your head to find his face incredibly close to yours. Really close. So close that you can barely focus on anything other than his lips. You don't notice the burner getting more intense as all your focus is on Logan.

"Shit!" Logan hisses as the soup practically explodes all over the kitchen. Soup splatters every possible place including your clothes. Making a massive mess.

"Dammit!" You turn down the burner and see if there's anything left you can salvage but there's nothing. You must have caused the burner to go haywire.

"I'm sorry Logan." You say defeatedly as you wipe soup from your forehead. Logan takes his thumb and wipes the soup off your cheek.

"Tasty." He says as he licks his thumb. He doesn’t break eye contact. Enjoying the effect he’s having on you.

You stand with your mouth open as he walks off like he didn't just do that. The flames on the burner get bigger once again and you turn it off. You grab the roll of paper towels and start to clean.

The faint touch of Logan's thumb still on your mind.

3. In the garage

After your kitchen disaster you found yourself wandering the mansion instead. It had been a couple weeks but you decided to avoid the kitchen for now. Now you had too much free time on your hands. That's how you ended up here, in the garage. Except this time it was you who found Logan. He was working on his motorcycle. Shirtless. Okay that's totally normal right? You think to yourself as you sit and watch.

"When did you learn how to ride?" You ask as you watch him screw in something to somewhere, you don't know too much about motorcycles.

"Long time ago." He answers gruffly as he wipes his forehead with a rag.

"Like ten, twenty, a million years ago?" Logan chuckles and stands up. Your eyes trace the veins on his arms as he puts his hands on his hips.

"More like a hundred." He sits on his bike and turns it on. He's double checking everything and notices you looking in awe.

"You ever ridden before?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Alright then come here." He gestures for you to get on and you perk up. He gets off and holds the handle bars, letting you get on. You're extra careful. This bike looked expensive and Logan had just spent hours working on it. The last thing you wanted to do was jinx things. Again.

"Woah." You giggle as you run your hands along the smooth metal.

"So you put one foot here and the other stays on the floor." He guides you gently and you do as he says. You place your hands next to his on the handlebars.

"When I was a kid I this bike. It was purple with a basket in the front." You tell him. You loved that bike. Rode it whenever you could. You had the bruises to prove it from the amount of times you fell off.

"I rode it into a bush once. Got these bumps all over my skin." Logan takes his hands off the bike leaving just you holding it up.

"Well it's no purple bike, but I can take you on a ride one day. There's this diner about twenty minute away if you’re interested.” He offers. You grin and tighten your grip on the handles.

"Sounds like you're asking me on a date." You say boldly.

Before Logan could say anything there's a loud bang. Backfire from something but it scares the hell out of you. Without thinking you heat up the bike and jump off of it. Logan tries to grab it but the handles burn his hand. You watch in horror as it falls on its side. You try to stop it but it only ends up landing on your foot.

"Fuck!" You grab your foot as pain shoots through your body. That thing is heavy. Logan clutches his hand for a second before the burn heals. He picks up the bike and kicks the stand open so it can stay up on its own. Your eyes brim with tears when you see the dirty and scratches that have ruined the newly cleaned shiny metal.

"Logan I'm so sorry." He sighs and walks over to you.

"Your foot okay?" It hurts but it's not broken. You try to set it down but you can't. The pain is too much. You try to hide it but he sees right through you.

"Let's get you to the lab." You try to protest but he doesn't listen. Helping you out of the garage and to the lab. Ignoring the fact that you just caused him even more trouble. As you get patched up he leaves. You hang your head low as you think of a way to make it up to him.

Later that night Logan can't sleep. The nightmares don’t let him. So he makes his way back down to the garage. He needs to start over on fixing his bike anyways. As he approaches the door be notices the lights already on. To his surprise he finds you there. Fast asleep with your head on a chair.

You're body is uncomfortably kneeling on the ground. Your foot is wrapped and there's crutches leaning against the wall. There's rags and wax sitting by your side and his bike looks brand new. He kneels down and shakes you awake.

"Hey there sweetheart." He says as you open your eyes.

You mumble something incoherent and shut your eyes. Logan bends down and picks you up in his arms. He carries you back to your bed laying a blanket over you as you melt into your pillows. He elevates your foot before he leaves. People may call you a Jinx but you've got a heart of gold. He goes back to the garage and cleans up everything, making a mental note to take you on that date when you're foot is better.

4. Ice Skating

It took a month for your foot to finally heal up. Broken no, fractured, yes. It was a pain trying to get around on crutches but Logan ended being your own personal transportation. He would help you get down the stairs, reach the high shelf, drive you to the store. Whatever you needed he was there.

He even took you to that diner. Sharing a milkshake and cheese fries. He looked past your nickname, sure he called you Jinx but when he did it felt sweeter. He had seen your unluckiness first hand and yet he still chooses to be by your side. It was all you ever wanted.

Sure you had friends at the mansion but you could tell they thought of you as a small burden, a nuisance. They were still kind to you but you always saw their faces when something went wrong. With Logan there was none of that. He embraced every part of you. Now with your foot all healed and the winter starting to settle over the mansion you were all clear for winter activities.

Your favorite one being ice skating. A large pond was the perfect place for you and some of the kids to go. Logan had tagged along but only did so because you begged him to go. Pretty please with a cherry on top was enough to get him to chaperone.

You skated along with some of the kids. Others had set up an ice hockey game. It was pure childhood joy. Something that these kids didn't get all the time. Logan was sitting on a bench by the edge of the pond just watching. You skated over and put your hands on your hips.

"Come on Logan, you can't just come to the lake and not skate." You whine. He raises an eyebrow and stays put on that bench.

"I don't do skating sweetheart, or lakes."

"Ten minutes, just ten minutes and I'll leave you alone." You pout and clasp your hands together. He stares at you for a moment before relenting.

"Fine." You let out a happy cheer as he laces up the pair of skates you got for him. You hold out your hands as Logan struggles to balance on the skates.

"See, you're a natural." Logan wobbles and lets out a string of curses as he tries to walk on ice.

"Shut up." He says with no bite in his voice.

Your fingers interlock with his hand as you start slow. This was hell for Logan but seeing your smile made it worth it. You skate around the lake with him, laughing when he glares at the kids who laugh at him. Seeing him so out of his element was funny.

"Okay that's it I'm done." He grunts out as you come to a stop near the middle of the lake.

"Thank you for trying." You know he's not really having fun but it meant a lot he was willing to even get on the ice for you.

"Teacher! Jinx!" A loud cry comes from the kids. You gasp as you notice the ice starting to crack. You made sure the ice was thick enough. You triple checked how could this be happening. You see Logan start to panic so you take action.

"Everyone stay calm!" You yell out.

"If you can make it off now then do it. If you're too far away then I need you to get on your stomach and spread your legs out. Then slowly crawl to the edge. Anyone who is off the lake help pull others to safety." You stay as calm as you can as you make sure everyone is safe. To your relief the ice stays intact as the kids make it off. Now it's just you and Logan. There's fear in his eyes as the cracking gets louder.

"We need to do the same thing Logan. It's going to be okay." The two of you get onto your stomachs and army crawl towards the edge. A student with super speed has already gone to get help thank goodness.

"Fuck." Logan panics as the ice starts to give way. You grab his hand as he starts to freeze.

"It's okay it's okay." You're close to the edge but not close enough.

You yelp as the ice breaks and both of you plunge into the water. You try to keep your grip onto Logan but he's sinking fast. The water is bringing back horrible, horrible memories as he struggles to breathe. Your head barely bobs above the surface as you see familiar faces running towards you.

Water fills your lungs as you scream when Logan's claws nick your arm. He plunges them into the dirt. Trying to pull himself up and out. Your body is becoming numb and every movement hurts. A pair of hands drag you out of the water. You cough violently as you grip onto the frozen grass. Trying to catch your breath. Logan's eyes are wide as he does the same.

"Are you okay?" You reach out to him but he snaps.

"Don't touch me!" He snarls and your heart plummets. His eyes are unfamiliar as his teeth bare like an animal. For the first time since you've met him he's angry with you. Really fucking angry.

"I'm sorry I..."

"I'm sorry Logan, I didn't mean to scratch your bike, I didn't mean to explode the fucking soup. Is that all you can say?!" He shoves off the people trying to help and stands up. His face cold and unforgiving as he looks down on your shivering body.

"You really are a fucking Jinx." You let out a sob as Logan walks away.

A fluffy blanket feels like ice against your skin as you're ushered back to the mansion. You hear Storm trying to talk to you but everything sounds like white noise. Your heart is stomped and crushed right in front of your eyes and you can't even blame him.

You're nothing but bad luck.

5. On a mission

There's no more accidents around the mansion anymore. Probably because you've locked yourself away since the ice skating incident. With the school on a break you didn't need to teach so all you did was stay in your room. Only leaving in the dead of night.

You just couldn't face the mansion anymore. You were embarrassed, upset, and heartbroken. Logan was supposed to be different. You wanted things to be different with him but apparently the universe decided you can have nothing good. It was only a matter of time before he saw the truth. His words repeat in your head over and over.

The anger, the fear. You caused that. Students and teachers alike would stop by your door but no one could get you out of your room. Sometimes you swear you hear the sound of his boots outside of your door. But he just stands there and then he leaves.

You can't cause any more problems if you stay here. Only issues for yourself and that's okay. Professor Xavier would pop into your head every now and then just to check up on you but this time what he needed was urgent.

The moment you walked through his office doors you could feel everyone's eyes on you. Especially a certain someone's who’s brooding in the corner of the room. Even with everyone here he's just overwhelming. You keep yours forward, not sparing a glance to him or to anyone.

"Thank you for joining us." Charles smiles warmly.

Apparently there's a mission and they need your help. Why they would send you out there you don't know. The targets had a fire mutant too and the best way to fight fire is with, well with more fire. The moment you stepped on the jet you could feel the nerves.

Everyone was worried something would go wrong with you around. Keeping your eyes glued to the ground you take a seat as far away from everyone as possible. Counting your fingers over and over as you wait to land. Someone makes there way over to you, their boots are oh so familiar.

"Hey." You look up to see Logan. He's holding onto the seat next to you for dear life.

"Don't worry I'm not gonna touch anything." You mumble as you try and somehow make yourself smaller.

"Listen I just wanted to talk." The plane jolts and Logan slams his fist against the wall. He freezes up again, fear creeping up onto his face. Just like on that frozen lake.

"We're hitting some turbulence. Logan you need to sit down." Scott commands.

Logan's lips turn into a growl but he sits down anyway. His hands clutching the armrests of the chair. Apart of you wants to go and comfort him but you would probably just make things worse. So you close your eyes and wait for it to be over. The turbulence calms and eventually the jet lands with everything and everyone unharmed.

The goal was to shutdown a group of mutant hunters and rescue their victims. The worst part was they had mutants on their side too. Good money you guessed. It shouldn't be too hard of a mission but knowing yourself anything could go wrong. You followed the team in, fighting with everything you had.

Logan had stuck by your side since you got here. Keeping his distance but always watching you. His super senses and metal claws made him their number one target. Suppress the Wolverine. They were no match for him though. But Logan's focus seemed to wane as they sent more people after him. A mutant who could make copies of himself did their best to confuse and take Logan down.

"Watch out!" You shout and Logan dodges another attack.

However you get shoved to the ground before you can say anything else. You send a blast of fire at your attacker but they wave it off. So this is the other mutant. The two of you become locked in combat. Fire meeting fire with no clear winner. It isn't until Jean’s voice shouts through your comms that you find the upper hand. They had found the kids and were bringing them back to the ship. It was a losing battle and you think the hunters were staring to realize that. Calling for a retreat.

You can't let them get away. If they get away then all of this is for nothing. They'll rebuild, they'll hurt more people. You notice a gas tank nearby by their vehicle. You were always good at making things explode. Usually on accident but fuck it, might as well try on purpose now.

"Get to safety and get out of here!" You run past the team as you chase after the retreating foes.

"Where the hell are you going?!" Logan calls as he helps a kid get onto the jet.

You ignore him, running as fast as you can. Just one big blast should get that thing exploding. God this was so stupid but its the only thing you can think of. You fucked up the door, you made a mess of the kitchen, you hurt Logan. All you do is ruin things. You're a Jinx and for once you can try and do something good. Even if it kills you.

As the car starts to drive past you channel all your power and launch it at the gas tank. For a second its like everything is in slow motion. You hear Logan roar, turning back only to see him running towards you. Suddenly everything gets really hot and then.

Nothing.

In the medbay

The first thing you feel when you can finally feel things again was how uncomfortable you were. An itchy blanket, itchy arms. Your back hurt and your head was killing you. When you opened your eyes all you see are the bandages wrapped around your arms and legs.

There were cards and flowers sitting on your bedside table and to your left was Logan. He's got his feet up on your bed and he was squished into a chair. His head bowed and his arms crossed. You try to sit up but start to wheeze. The heart monitor starts to beep wildly and Logan jolts awake.

"Sit back down." He pushes you back onto the bed and you try and breathe. After a little bit your heart rate steadies and Logan seems to calm down.

"What happened?" You ask and Logan clenches his jaw.

"You blew yourself up that's what fucking happened." Your memories were slowly getting pieced together.

"I blew up the gas tank. I wanted to stop them from escaping." You say as you recount what led you to the hospital bed.

"Well you stopped them and then almost killed yourself in the process. You had severe burns, a concussion, you were bleeding everywhere. I picked you up in my arms and you were coated in blood." He growls.

The words I'm sorry almost fall out of your mouth but you remember what Logan said that day on the lake. If you're being honest you aren't sorry either. You did what you thought you had to do.

"I'm a Jinx Logan. You said it yourself. I used my destruction to help this time." Logan winces when you remind him of his harsh words.

He wasn't in the right state of mind when he said them. Flashbacks of drowning, of the pain he went through. Being submerged in water and sinking were usually the scenes of his nightmares and for it to happen in real life. It was awful. But that doesn't change the fact he lashed out, he hurt you.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that." Logan gently brushes the bandages on your arms. The scar from when he cut your arm in the lake peeks out from your bandages. He let his fear get the best of him in the water.

"I've hurt a lot of people, sometimes on purpose. Sometimes on accident.” His eyes never leaving your scar. “You’re not a Jinx. You’re perfect.”

"I still make a mess." Logan cups your face and studies a stitched up wound on your forehead.

God when that gas tank exploded. Even he was blown back by the force. He ran to your still body. Ash and pieces of metal were scattered across the field. You're lucky you didn't get fucking impaled. Your body was limp. Dirt and blood caked your face so much that he couldn't tell where you were hurt.

He carried you back to the jet, your blood staining his suit as he laid you down. He listened for your heartbeat for a second he swore it stopped. The longest second of his life as he waited to hear that soft beating.

"Why are you still here?" You just don't understand. How he can be sitting here after everything you've done. All the problems you caused.

"A little mess isn't gonna scare me sweetheart, I like your mess. I like you." He tilts your chin up and kisses you. You're taken by surprise but it's certainly welcome as your eyes flutter closed.

The heart rate monitor starts to beep faster as Logan leans over you. Your fingers rake through his hair as you pull him closer. Logan's grip tightens on the hospital bed railing. He's too lost in the taste of your lips to notice. You tug on his hair and his claws shoot out, cutting one of your IV wires.

A loud beeping blares through the room as Logan jumps back from you. You cover your mouth and laugh. Not even in your sweetest moments can you catch a break. Logan sheaths his claws and shakes his head in disbelief, joining in your laughter.

Jean rushes in with a panicked look on your face. It morphs into confusion when she sees the two of you laughing as your IV drips to the ground. She quickly fixes your IV and gives both of you a scolding for not letting anyone know you were awake.

"Keep your hands and claws to yourself. I'll be back later Jinx." She eyes Logan who puts his hands up. Smirking at you as she leaves.

"You know we could call you something else." Logan suggests. You think for a while before shaking your head.

"I think I like it." It reminds you of your faults yes but this has something that's followed you for the longest time.

You supposedly bring bad luck but you can try and counteract it every day by doing something nice. Plus maybe with Logan your luck might turn around. Maybe. As long as you steer clear of any lakes.

"Alright, but I think sweetheart has a nice ring to it." He says with a grin.

"Oh you want everyone to call me sweetheart?" You tease. Logan leans over and kisses you again.

"No. Only I get to call you that." Bad luck you may bring but Logan doesn't care.

You're a Jinx but you're his jinx and he loves every part of you. The good and the bad. So what's a little bad luck? If it means he gets to be yours then he'd happily be your lucky charm for the rest of your lives.

[alessandra-14]

A slip of the tongue

Dean Winchester x sister!reader and slightly Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Summmery: After a tough hunt, leaving the three hunters bruised and hurt and Dean angry at his little sister. But when she slips up and calls him "Dad," everything shifts.

Warnings: none really

(It's been requested weeks ago but I just now I managed to get it done)

Being raised by two older brother who don't really know what they're doing, may not be to ideal but for Y/N that's all she could have asked for.

Their dad was rarely ever home, usually away on hunt and blinded by the need to revenge his wife. So Dean and Sam had no other choice than to step in and raise her to be a strong smart woman. And she wouldn't trade that for anything in this world.

Like that one time when Dean tried to get her ready for the day.

“Sam, do you know how to braid hair?” Dean asked, frowning at the tangled mess called a ponytail. She was 5, sitting cross-legged on the motel bed, flipping through an old, dog-eared picture book.

“No, but I’m not the one who promised she’d look like a princess today,” Sam shot back, rolling his eyes. He was fifteen, gangly and awkward but always ready to help.

Then Dean also rolled his eyes and glared at his little brother. "You know you don't have to be so sassy all the time Sammy." He sayed in an obnoxiously annoying tone, to which Sam didn't say anything further.

Dean huffed, trying to mimic the motions he’d seen in some movie Y/N had made them watch. “Hold still, kid. You’re gonna look amazing.”

Or that time when both brothers decided to take her to the fair after she had been begging to go there for days.

The fairground lights twinkled and Y/N was full of energy, practically dragged her brothers toward the entrance.

“Dean! Funnel cake first! No, wait—the merry-go-round!” she shouted, her voice rising above the carnival buzz.

“Slow down!” Dean laughed and quickly tried catching up to her. Sam slightly less enthusiastic, rolled his eyes but followed close behind.

They played games. Dean won her a stuffed lion and they shared a funnel cake, When they reached the ferris wheel, Y/N squeezed into the seat between her brothers, resting her head on Dean’s arm.

“This is the best night ever,” she whispered already sleepy and exhausted after this fun night out.

Dean smiled, pulling her close. “Yeah, kiddo. It is.”

But their lives weren't always fun and peaceful. More often than not it was the complete opposite. John's anger, the constand yelling and fighting between Sam and John, the hunting. Oh especially the hunting.

The two brothers were never a big fan of taking her with them on hunts but John insisted she had to learn, so they hadn't much of a choice than to agree. But after seeing how good she actually is at this they decided to let her tag along even after John was long gone.

The Impala’s rumble was a soothing constant, a reminder of safety despite the chaos that had just unfolded. Sam’s face was taut with worry as he pressed a blood-soaked rag against her arm, the gash beneath stinging like fire. Dean’s jaw was clenched as he drove like a mad man, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

Y/N sat in the backseat, trying not to wince every time the car hit a bump. Blood was soaking through her white shirt, but she knew better than to complain about a piece of clothing at the moment. Even if she really loved that shirt.

The hunt had gone sideways—what a surprise.

Dean and Sam had both sworn to protect their sister at all costs. But lately, she’d been trying to prove she could handle herself, trying to show them she wasn't just the kid tagging along anymore.

It was supposed to be a simple salt-and-burn. Ghosts were her bread and butter. Something relatively easy to handle. But this one had been different. Angry. Vengeful. And ridiculously fast. Before anyone could react, it had slashed at her, sending the girl flying into a set of windows.

“Pull over,” Sam said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but firm. “I need to stitch this up before she loses too much blood. We've wasted to much time so far."

Dean didn’t argue, which was how she immediately could tell he was mad. He pulled into the parking lot of a dingy gas station, threw the car into park, and slammed the door shut behind him as he got out.

Sam turned to his sister, pulling out the first-aid kit. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” she said through gritted teeth.

Sam sighed but didn’t push it. His hands were steady as he threaded the needle and got to work, his murmured apologies lost in the sharp sting of every pull. Y/N tried to focus on the familiar sounds of Dean pacing outside the car, his boots crunching on gravel.

When Sam finished, he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and got out to check on Dean. The girl was alone for maybe thirty seconds before the driver’s side door opened and Dean slid in loudly. He turned to face her, his green eyes scanning her pale and tear struck face and then her bandaged arm.

“You okay, kiddo?”

“I’m fine,” She muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“Fine?” His voice was sharp, edged with frustration and anger. “You know you could’ve died back there.”

She flinched at his firm tone. “I wasn’t trying to get hurt, Dean.”

“You think that matters?” he snapped. “You’re supposed to be careful. You’re supposed to stay back and let us handle it. We know what we are doing!”

“I know what I am doing too and most importantly I’m not a little kid anymore!!”

“Well, you sure as hell act like one sometimes!”

The words hit her harder than she wanted to admit. Y/N looked down at her lap, blinking back tears. She knew he didn’t mean it—not really. Dean was scared. He always got like this when something happened to her or Sam. But that didn’t make it sting any less.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered after an intense silence.

Dean sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face. His voice softened. “I just—damn it, I can’t lose you. You get that, right? You and Sam… you’re all I’ve got.”

The tears she’d been holding back spilled over, and before she could stop yourself, the words slipped out.

“I know, Dad.”

The silence that followed was definitely awkward.

Her heart sank as soon as she realized what she’d said. “I—I mean, Dean. I didn’t mean. I—”

But he didn’t look angry. His eyes widened for a moment, then softened into something she couldn’t quite place. He reached out, his calloused hand gentle as it gripped her left hand.

“Hey,” he said softly, cutting off her rambling. “It’s okay.”

She looked at him worried and confused, her bottom lip trembling. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Yeah, you did,” he said, a small, sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And it’s okay. You’re my kid as much as you’re my sister. Hell you’ve always have been.”

The weight of his words settled over her, warm and reassuring. For the first time since she’d climbed into the Impala, the tightness in her chest loosened even for just a moment.

“Thanks, Dean,” She whispered.

“Don’t thank me,” he said gruffly, though his hand lingered for a moment longer before he pulled away. “Just… stop scaring the crap outta me, alright?”

She nodded, a small smile breaking through. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” He started the car, the familiar rumble filling the space and waited for Sam to come back in too. “Now, let’s get you patched up for real. And next time, you’re wearing body armor, I don’t care how stupid it looks.”

Sam climbed back in, raising an eyebrow at the sudden shift in mood but wisely deciding not to comment. As the Impala roared back onto the highway, Y/N leaned her head against the window, a strange sense of peace settling over her.

Dean might not have been her dad in the traditional sense, but in every way that mattered, he was. And now, she didn’t have to pretend otherwise.

[deerspherestudios]

Small(or not) what if scene 👀 What if Mushroom Boy didn't have the ability to hypnotize people, but just read their minds???

Like an AU where his powers are different? I'll indulge since the scenario does seem interesting! 🍄

If Mychael didn't have hypnosis but instead read minds under cut:

Mychael's hypnosis is pretty much his main go-to for survival. As a pacifist (or at least he tries to be) the fastest way to de-escalate a hostile situation is throwing a hypnosis blanket over the threat and make them docile/non-aggressive. If it has a mind he can manipulate why go about it any other way? And keep in mind it's a one-way street. He can feed thoughts into your head but the only way he knows it's working is you reacting externally like with your words and actions.

But suppose he can't manipulate minds but only read them? I think it would shift his entire personality. Knowing people's true intent and what they think of him would change his survival behavior. Instead of placating the threat directly and just force people to accept his presence (albeit under mind control), he'd have to adapt on the spot more often.

He'd have to say and act in whatever way that would earn others' trust enough so they won't hurt him, or just turn and run if he feels like they're out for his blood. He'd be more manipulative, less open and honest, and wear several more masks than he already does now. He'd never give away that he knows what you're thinking at any time, since that's basically his only tool to survive so he wouldn't give up that information easily.

And I imagine after hearing "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" over and over and over every single time he meets someone new, he'd just accept nobody wants him at all. So would he even begin to yearn for company? Absolutely not.

This was a really fun scenario so I made a quick doodle just highlighting their main mindsets:

[chronosdawn]

How the LaDS LIs would react if you already had a romantic partner in the reverse isekai AU, from best to worst:

TW: jealousy, possessive and manipulative behaviour (some of these veer into yandere territory) and just Caleb being Caleb.

Zayne is by no means happy to learn you're already dating someone but he's not especially surprised you met someone else while the two of you were still worlds away from each other. He's not the most expressive man, but if you pay close attention, you'll be able to catch the way his expression shutters when you tell him, some small spark winking out. As long as you're happy, he won't interfere in your relationship, and normally finds a reason to leave the room whenever you and your partner are together.

With a medical license from an association that doesn't exist in this reality, he can't exactly throw himself into work as he otherwise would and so he does the next best thing which is to borrow your laptop so he can lose himself in research papers. Every so often though, you'll catch him looking at you with a mixture of longing and sorrow in his eyes.

Sylus still takes things comparatively well compared to the other three on this list (who all take the news horribly but we'll get to that later) but he's a little obviously more displeased than Zayne when you tell him. He does, however, respect your ability to make your own choices, even if he very strongly wishes you'd reconsider now that you have other options. Like Zayne, he won't actively sabotage your relationship but that doesn't mean he backs off entirely. While he never forces anything from you, he makes it abundantly clear that should you grow tired of your current partner, he's right there.

Add into this the fact that Sylus is good-looking, self-assured and honestly pretty intimidating and there's every chance he'll scare off your partner without ever actually doing anything.

And now we get onto the problematic three. I honestly struggled a lot with which order to put them in but have settled on going from the least to most unhinged responses.

Rafayel is NOT happy with this development and is fairly vocal about it, at first. After the initial upset, he seems to quietly, albeit begrudgingly, accept it. This, my dear reader, is when you should start to worry. Rafayel is still colder than the arctic ocean towards your s/o whenever they're around but he doesn't seem to actively cause problems either so you suppose you should count your blessings.

What you are unaware of, however, is how he acts when you're not in the room. It's not hard to tell that your s/o is perhaps a little perturbed by the fact you suddenly have a very attractive man spending a lot of time around you, and Rafayel feeds into those insecurities like there's no tomorrow. He's subtle about it too, retaining just enough plausible deniability that when your partner starts to get progressively more paranoid, it's very difficult to pin anything on him even if you suspect he had something to do with it. In the end, it's highly likely that your relationship will end up imploding and guess who's right there to help you pick up the pieces? And besides, do you really want to be in a relationship with someone who’s that insecure, Cutie?

Xavier is also very unhappy to learn you have an s/o who isn’t him, and while he isn’t quite as vocal about it as Rafayel, it doesn’t matter as the ominous way the lights in the room flicker when you tell him the news speaks for itself. He’s also much more obvious in his efforts to get the two of you to break up, which he does by effectively taking over and one-upping your partner when it comes to couples activities. Given that Xavier is skilled in pretty much everything except cooking, it isn’t particularly hard for him to win at boyfriending, much to your s/o’s dismay.

Trying to sit Xavier down to have serious conversation with him about this is difficult too, as when you try, he hits you with those deep, sleepy blue eyes and asks if you’re saying all of this because you don’t like him, and you’re left scrambling how to answer in a way that still gets your point across. If he thinks he can successfully seduce you, he’ll try that too. Should you at any point give into this, whether because you’re in an open relationship and you’ve acquired your s/o’s permission beforehand or because Xavier’s previous antics have pushed you and your partner to go on a break, your other relationship is effectively over. While you’re lying passed out exhausted beside him, Xavier will text your now ex from your phone informing them of the break up and that you’ve already moved on so they shouldn’t contact you again. He then blocks their number, just to be safe.

And then we get to Caleb. Now I think we all knew he would be at the bottom of this list, but it's not because he tries to break you and your s/o up like Rafayel or because he starts acting like a replacement partner like Xavier, no it's because what he does instead is much stranger, especially from an outside perspective. I've talked a little before about how desperate Caleb is to be useful to you in this AU and as part of this ends up taking over most of your household chores but in the circumstance where you’re already dating someone else, this gets dialled up to one hundred, and he starts acting like an overprotective helicopter parent. I cannot emphasise enough how weird this gets—if you give him half an inch, he’ll start cutting up your food for you. It’s pretty difficult to stop him too, as any time you bring up the way he’s acting, he's able to spin the conversation so you’re left feeling like an unruly child who won’t eat their vegetables.

When your s/o drops by to pick you up for a date, Caleb’s there, stopping you in the doorway so he can put your shoes on for you, fussing over whether you’ll be warm enough in the jacket you’re wearing. Your s/o is just left watching this bizarre spectacle, until Caleb turns to them and asks what time he should expect you home, because as a responsible partner, they’ll make sure you don’t get back too late, right? And while the question seems innocent, there’s something about the look in Caleb’s eyes that makes your s/o fear a little for their life in the event they don’t bring you back at an appropriate hour. This is to say nothing of the utterly terrifying shovel talk they’ll get if Caleb ever catches them alone for more than five minutes.

Whether your relationship can survive this will depend on how long your partner can last under Caleb's scrutiny, but I will tell you now, it will only get worse.

[joyswonderland1108]

Jikook aren't just dating, they're in their honeymoon phase for the 10th year in a row and i've HAD ENOUGH

No because you do not understand. I made the mistake, no, the lifestyle choice, of rewatching everything Jikook from the very beginning and now i'm spiraling at the speed of light and my heart is doing parkour. Ain't no way in the multiverse someone watches Jikook and goes "Yep, just bros being bros". What do you MEAN "Just friends"??? Like ??? Be so serious right now. Be biblical-level serious. Look me dead in the eyes and tell me Jikook is just platonic when :

They have almost kissed multiple times, in 4K, in front of live audiences, and cameras. You don't accidentally almost kiss someone that many times unless you're in a K-drama. Or in Love. Like are we supposed to believe they were just practicing for a drama they weren't even in?

JK out here showing up with a whole hickey and them casually telling us "Yeah, we were drinking (alone) and he picked me up spun me like we just said 'I do' he wouldn't put me down so i bit his neck" Like.. Sir?? That's no friendship, that's foreplay. Also, let's not pretend that was a one-time thing. We've seen random hickeys, the mystery marks, Sherlock who? We been solved that mystery.

The inside jokes, whole conversations happening telepathically while the rest of the group looks at them like "Here they go again" Like, sorry, but when you start a sentence and your man finishes it, that's not friendship. That's spousal telepathy. "I am you you are me" you know..

The ear bite. THE EAR BITE. And the glistening saliva trail. Broadcasted to the world like we weren't sitting there eating cereal. Do you know how intimate that is? They weren't even trying to be subtle. At this point, i feel like they want to get caught. I had to pause, breathe, reevaluate life, and then hit replay 10 more times like a masochist.

The GCF in Tokyo. A soft, romantic video edited by Jungkook, starring only Jimin, set to a love song. Boy didn't make a vlog, ihe made a wedding montage. If my boyfriend made that for me, i would cry and then marry him immediately. Oh wait.

Their solo eras? JK's lives were practically sponsored by "Jiminie-hyung" , the "Can you handle it?" Sir, this is a Wendy's. Who gave you the right? Reading each other's comments during their lives like a giddy crush. The flirtation, the teasing, the INTENSE GAZES. That wasn't fanservice, that was a whole relationship slipping through the cracks of BigHit's NDA.

Matching clothes, matching earrings, matching bracelets, matching rings, matching tattoos, matching souls. I'm not saying they're soulmates but i am saying if they lived in ancient Greece there would already be statues of them carved out of marble with captions like "Eros incarnate". No one matches this much unless they're married or playing twins on Disney Channel.

And remember, they made a whole show about the two of them going on a trip. Swimming together, cooking for each other, bickering like an old married couple, sharing hotel rooms (read: one bed), and giggling like they're the only people alive on Earth. JK said "let me film my husband being adorable for several days straight". WHAT IS THIS? "Married Life: The Prequel". Honestly? Cinematic masterpiece.

The stares that last 10 seconds too long. The little touches. The way they gravitate toward each other in every group setting like magnets with one thought that says "stand next to Jimin" (Standing next to Jimin *Ba Dum Tss*)

That one time when JK sniffed Jimin like he was inhaling the very concept of Jimin, like a man trying to bottle the essence of love..

Them showing up on each other's lives (Physically or via comments). Jimin lurking in the comments like a clingy husband. JK not even trying to hide his grin when Jimin's name shows up. "Oh, is Jimin watching?" Giggle. Okay.

And let's talk about the Jungkook Reaction Lives, this man really sat down multiple times, on his own accord, just to watch Jimin. Reacting to "Vibe". Reacting to "Set me Free pt2" like a proud husband watching his husband dominate the stage. Watching "Like Crazy" and smiling like he choreographed it himself. Then he really said "Let me react to Jimin content", pulled up Jimin's episode on Suchwita, and pulled up a whole compilation of their moments together during "Best of Me" and just sat there giggling, vibing, and whispering "cute" like we weren't watching him fall deeper in love in 1080p. He's not subtle. He's never been subtle. He's a Jimin fan account with privileges.

Let's not even get started on JK's long-term, unsupervised obsession with Jimin's ass. The playful slaps turned into casual grabs, and we all remember when he straight up squeezed Jimin's butt cheek on stage during PTD in Vegas like it was his birthright. Jikook pt3 : The ass chronicles.

And THEN they enlisted together. Not like "Oh what a coincidence" or "Same week, same day, how sweet", no. These two signed up for the BUDDY PROGRAM. Like, the official military bestie package where you apply as a pair and get placed together. That's not "we happened to align schedules". That's "we legally want to be stuck with each other for the next 18 months or we're not going". Besties don't do that. Husbands do that. They're out here planning government service like it's a honeymoon lol

And let's not ignore the energy lately. The way "certain things" keep popping up that scream "married and living together".

So no, i don't care what anyone says. Jikook aren't "Just friends". They're not even just dating. They've been cosmically handfasted since 2015 and i'm just a civilian living in their universe. The only thing missing is the wedding livestream.

[al-1-na]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ~ 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Based on this req.

Pairing: Drew Starkey x gf!Reader

CW: angst angst angst

Summary: When Drew begins pulling away, you're left questioning everything-especially when rumors swirl about him and a co-star. So you leave. No goodbye. Just gone. But how will he react?

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

01 | 02

It started with unread texts.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. People get busy. People get distracted. Especially when they're actors on the brink of something big. You'd text him in the mornings-simple things like "Hope you slept okay" or "Wanna grab dinner after set?"—and by the time the sun went down, maybe he'd shoot back a tired thumbs-up emoji. Sometimes not even that.

It stung, but you brushed it off.

The thing about love is that it makes you good at making excuses. Too good.

You and Drew had been dating for a little over a year.

It wasn't always like this-God, no. He used to call you on the way home from set, just to hear your voice. You used to fall asleep on FaceTime when you were in different cities. He used to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

But now, the silence between texts stretched longer, like slow, heavy breathing. He started replying in fragments. "Busy." "Can't tonight." "Rain check?"

And you kept telling yourself it was fine. That he was tired. That he was just overwhelmed. That he loved you—he just didn't have the energy to show it all the time.

But then the date nights stopped.

You had this little tradition— every Thursday night was yours. No matter how chaotic the week was, Thursday meant takeout and wine and the two of you cuddled under a throw blanket watching the worst movies you could find. And that was your anchor.

That was your constant.

Until suddenly, it wasn't.

The first Thursday he bailed, he said something had come up on set. The second, he said he was sick. The third, he didn't say anything at all. Just didn't show.

You waited until 11:47 p.m. before finally blowing out the candle you'd lit for ambiance and packing away the pad thai that had gone cold. You didn't even bother texting him. What was the point?

What made it worse-what twisted the knife-was opening Instagram.

There he was. Smiling in the sunlight next to Odessa.

The caption wasn't anything special-just a "grateful for days like this @" kind of thing-but the comments were wild.

"omg are they dating??"

"i KNEW there was something between them"

"sorry to this girl but drew and odessa >>>>"

Your hands went cold as you scrolled, the blood rushing in your ears.

You didn't want to be that girl. You didn't want to spiral. But how were you supposed to feel when the man you loved hadn't touched you in days and yet looked so warm and alive in someone else's frame?

You turned your phone off and buried it under your pillow.

It got harder to talk to him.

Every time you tried —every time you even so much as hinted at how distant he felt-he'd change the subject or wave it off.

"I'm just tired," he said one night, brushing a kiss against your hair. "Don't make this into something it's not."

But it already was something. You were starting to feel like a ghost in your own relationship-like some vague obligation he kept around out of habit.

And you hated yourself for not knowing how to fix it.

The apartment was quiet a few nights later — quieter than it had ever been.

You sat curled on the edge of the bed, suitcase half-zipped on the floor. Your chest ached, not with rage, but something far more hollow. Exhaustion. A kind of numbness that settled into your bones after weeks of trying, waiting, and hoping.

You hadn’t planned to leave like this. Not really. You didn’t even know where you’d go — just that you needed to be anywhere but here. Anywhere that didn’t smell like his cologne or echo with the memory of his laughter.

You didn’t leave a note.

You left the keys on the counter, the spare hoodie of his you always wore folded neatly on the couch. Then you walked out the door and didn’t look back.

No goodbye.

Just… gone.

Drew didn’t realize you were gone until late that night.

He got home around 1 a.m., buzzed from a wrap party, the city humming outside the window. He’d promised himself he’d talk to you tomorrow. Apologize. Explain. Try.

But when he stepped inside, something was… off.

The lights were out. The scent of vanilla candles—your usual—was gone. The blanket on the couch sat undisturbed, flat and unused.

“Babe?” he called out. “You up?”

No answer.

He checked the bedroom. Empty.

The closet. Half your stuff was missing.

He paused, suddenly aware of the open space. The missing toiletries. The silence pressing in on him like a vise.

His stomach dropped.

He found the keys on the counter.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “No…”

At first, he thought maybe you just needed space. A night away. But hours passed. Then days. No messages. No calls. No posts. Nothing.

He texted you.

Drew: Please call me. I didn’t know it was that bad.

Drew: I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. Just tell me where you are.

Drew: Please.

Nothing.

He tried your friends. Half of them didn’t know anything, the other half refused to talk. He checked your favorite coffee spots, drove past the bookstore you loved, even swung by your sister’s place.

It was like you’d vanished.

And for the first time in his life, Drew Starkey panicked.

Not the usual kind of panic — this was a bone-deep terror that he’d pushed the one good thing in his life so far away that you didn’t even feel the need to say goodbye.

He sat in the apartment, your absence clawing at the walls, and wondered when exactly he’d let it all fall apart.

He thought about the way you used to light up around him.

How he used to feel like he could breathe when you were in the room.

And how now, the silence felt like punishment. And he deserved every second of it.

One week later.

Drew was on set when Odessa sat down beside him. She looked hesitant, cautious, and a little sad.

“You okay?” she asked.

He didn’t look up. “Not even a little.”

She hesitated before speaking. “I got a message from someone I think you should see.”

He looked over, brows furrowed.

She handed him her phone. A DM. From your best friend.

It read: “Please tell him to stop calling. She’s not ready to hear from him. And no, she didn’t leave because of you. She left because she didn’t recognize herself anymore.”

He stared at it for a long moment.

Then he handed the phone back and stood up abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Odessa asked.

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tight. “To fix it.”

It took him three days to find you.

You’d booked a place three towns over — a little AirBnB near the coast, somewhere quiet. Solitary. You weren’t running from him, exactly. You were just trying to remember who you were before loving him took up all the oxygen in the room.

When you opened the door and saw him standing there — eyes red, sweatshirt wrinkled, like he hadn’t slept — your heart stuttered in your chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t let it end like that,” he said, voice hoarse. “I couldn’t let you think I didn’t care.”

You crossed your arms. “You didn’t act like you cared.”

“I know.” He swallowed hard. “And I hate myself for it.”

You stood in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame to keep yourself grounded. Your heartbeat was roaring in your ears, your body torn between stepping forward and slamming the door shut.

He looked broken—his usual composure stripped away, the charming exterior gone. Just a man standing in the wreckage of everything he neglected.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” you said softly. “I didn’t think it would matter.”

“It mattered,” he whispered. “I just didn’t realize until you were gone how much of myself I’d lost trying to keep up with everything else… and how much of you I pushed away in the process.”

You didn’t speak.

He took a slow step forward, eyes never leaving yours.

“I stopped answering. I stopped showing up. I stopped being your partner, and then I looked around and wondered why you weren’t still holding on.” His voice cracked. “But the truth is… you held on longer than anyone should have.”

Your lips trembled, but you forced yourself to ask, “So why now? Why show up when I’m finally breathing again?”

He paused. And then he told the truth.

“Because I don’t want to be the reason you forget how to love. And because I finally realized that you weren’t just any part of my life—you were the best part. And I threw it away.”

Your throat tightened. “It’s not that easy.”

“I know. I don’t expect you to forgive me today. Or tomorrow. I don’t even know if you ever will. But if there’s even the smallest part of you that still believes in us… I’ll wait. I’ll show up. I’ll be better. Even if it’s too late.”

You looked at him, really looked—saw the man who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, the man who once knew exactly how to hold your hand when the world felt too heavy. But also the man who made you feel like a burden, like background noise in his own life.

You stepped back into the threshold and looked him in the eye.

“Drew,” you said, voice shaking but steady, “I loved you so much I forgot to love myself.”

And with that, you gently closed the door.

Not a slam. Not a scream. Just the soft click of a chapter ending.

He didn’t knock again.

He stood there for a long time, forehead pressed to the wood, whispering your name to a door that wouldn’t open.

And for the first time in a long time, you chose you.

Whether he ever earned a second chance or not… wasn’t your burden to carry anymore.

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[magicians-abode]

"You're sweeter than wine"

How would Dungeon Meshi characters (men) react to you telling them this phrase?

hopefully this isn't ooc, I tried my very best to make it accurate to each character's personality but, well, it's kinda hard for me. Anyways, here's me proving I haven't died and that I'm still willing to write despite my brain being a wreck because of anxiety. Hope you enjoy!

Laios: he's not exactly sure what you mean, but he smiles regardless of his confusion. "Oh! Thank you" but then the doubt crawls up his spine and it makes him ask "what kind of wine? Red? White? Rosé? They're all pretty different in their own way, you know?" so he starts making you explain exactly what you meant, which makes him end up smiling even more now that he knows exactly what you had wanted to express to him since the beginning.

Kabru: I feel like he's used to people thinking he's attractive, he's very analytical when he knows someone new, always paying attention to every detail, every gesture, every roll of their eyes or even when their breath hitches. So when you walked over to him and said hi, but your next words were such a thing, he froze for a moment, blinking owlishly. A little hint of a blush and a laugh erupt from him. He's both amused and flattered by how blunt and sudden you were with it, but he let's you know he appreciates the gesture by saying something along the lines of: "thank you, I could say the same thing about you" and then winking one of his pretty icy blue eyes. (I think I'm fainting)

Chilchuck: not a fan of sweet things, unless it's your compliments, so at first he's taken aback, but then he chuckles. "Well, where did that come from?" He tries to tease you, poking wherever he can reach on your body (depends on how tall you are, if you're a tall-man he probably pokes your stomach) he has a cocky smile on his face, and through all the teasing it probably looks like he wasn't really affected by it, but deep down he really, really liked it. It was a funny thing to say so suddenly, but that didn't mean it didn't make him feel happy and flattered. As an alcohol enjoyer, he finds it funny you're using such an analogy for him.

Thistle: "What??" He's a bit surprised you'd say that to him of all people, but still, a soft blush appears on his cheeks due to embarrassment and a bit of confussion because he just received a compliment from someone he loves. We all know that when he cares for someone, he cares... a lot. So it means a lot to him when you choose to compliment him in such a way, even if he doesn't really get it, since it's canon he doesn't like to drink, at all, but he supposes by your comment that all wines must be sweet then and therefore it makes sense for you to say that. (Even if he doesn't think he's sweet to begin with)

Yaad: he's a softie, so his immediate reaction is a surprised expression, accompanied by a soft blooming blush on his cheeks, and then a smile. "Oh, um, thank you..." he's not sure what wine tastes like, since he didn't use to drink even when he was able to taste food and drinks, but he remembers people around him enjoying a cup of wine from time to time before, which makes him capable of appreciating the compliment. Once the initial shock calm down quickly, he composes himself and with a smile, returns the compliment: "You're very sweet yourself" keep in mind that while he's saying it he's picturing a jar of honey in his brain since it's known that honey is sweet and soft. Just like you ;)

[kawhh]

I need to know how you think Quinn would react if he caught his gf getting off without him. Would he restrain her so she couldn’t do it again? Or show her what she was missing by not asking him to help? Or something darker…

Warnings: toy punishment. A tiny line of spanking. Q being controlling and upset.

He's warned you time after time that you aren't supposed to touch what belongs to him.

He doesn't want you watching porn or reading porn without him. If you watch it, he needs you in his lap, needs to see your every reaction. Needs to see what makes you whimper. Needs to make sure you're watching safe videos. Needs to be there to give you a little practical demonstration.

If you're reading, he wants to read the book to you. Needs you to hear the words coming from his mouth. Needs to speak the words directly in your ear, feeling you shiver, stoking the fire until he can feel you soaking him.

He doesn't want you using toys on your own. You're easily startled, you might overwhelm yourself, press the wrong button and he won't be there to slowly calm you down after you cum. You might use something too big for you, you're so incredibly tight and it takes him a while to warm you up himself before fucking you.

He doesn't want you feeling yourself up. Touching yourself. He doesn't want you to touch your own breasts, to skim your fingers up them. They're his. His to bite, to suck, to touch, to fuck. Doesn't want you to touch your adorable pussy on your own, doesn't want you soaking your own fingers. It's his. Only he gets to feel you.

He's made all of these rules incredibly clear with you - so why the fuck has he come home to this? To you spread out with that fucking vibrator against your clit?

Do you think you're being funny? Are you doing this on purpose to get a reaction from him? He went out for groceries. It's not like he's been on a roadie. Not like you have the excuse of being lonely.

If you think he's letting you get off, you're mistaken. If you think he's going to fuck you, you're mistaken. If you think you aren't getting punished, you're such as fuck mistaken.

You don't even notice he's there. Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head. He wonders how long you've been at it, adjusting himself in his jeans, trying to ignore how hard he is, how tight they've gotten. He can't let himself get carried away. You broke the rules. Your cute little cat underwear taunting him. His innocent girl, such a needy fucking slut sometimes.

Marching towards you, flipping you onto your stomach, dragging you to rest your cute ass over the edge of the bed, rubbing his hand over the globes of your ass, spanking you directly over one of the kitties. Glaring down at you as you squeak.

Spanking you again and again and again, alternating sides, seeing your thighs squirm, feeling how hot your skin burns under his hand.

"Felt like being a little whore for me huh? Couldn't wait? You know what happens when you disobey me baby girl? Wanna test me?"

You don't deserve him treating you with care. Don't deserve how he warms you up. If you can't even follow a few basic rules, why should he?

He's searching through the drawer filled with toys he's bought you. Needs one to send a message. He could go light. Go easy with a clit sucker. Another bullet. But he's pissed. Grabbing one of the silicon vibrating dildos, eying you up.

He's ripping your underwear, brutally thrusting it into you. He hopes for your sake that you were touching yourself for a while. Just leaving it there. Turning the vibrations up to max, watching you scream into the bed. Your ripped underwear holding together enough to keep it in place.

"Do you really need me to have cameras in here baby? Need me to keep watch on my little whore 24/7? I'm supposed to be able to trust you. Now look what you're making me do."

You're sobbing, you're begging, you're claiming that you'll never do it again. Screaming at him to take it out, to give you a break. But you don't deserve that. Not after you've made him mad. Shown him you can't be trusted.

He's leaving you there. He'll come back in an hour or two. Cum or don't cum, he doesn't care. Scream all you want. Throw as many little tantrums as you want. This is your fault.