#sorry i had to put them both together IT WAS FUNNY and for context

[minorbutmajorbios]

11th November 2022

[kxsagi]

Hello! Super impressed with how much you’re able to write so often and I hope you continue having fun doing it/ don’t get burnt out! Would it be possible to request a scenario about a reader who’s dating isagi (and has for awhile since before blue lock) but is from an affluent family who wants them to get engaged for family political reasons. They later decide to temporarily get engaged to reo to help cover up both of their relationships (reader and isagi and reo and nagi) and kind of become besties through it. For a one shot/ scenario maybe have them judging other people at a fancy dinner (or if head canons on the general idea would also be great - whatever is easier) thank you!!

“𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬”

a/n: hi and thank you so much!!!

rich reader x longtime boyfriend isagi x fake fiancée reo that has a secret relationship with nagi? this request was very specific lol, so i’m sorry if i got anything wrong! (i did make all 4 four of them besties from the start to make the writing a little easier, they become even better best friends throughout the engagement drama)

for later context, isagi is invited to the dinner party because he is now a pro soccer player after his achievements in blue lock. i also threw in some gay nagireo in there cuz why not they’re gay anyways 

you’ve been with isagi since before blue lock, since his hair was messier, his dreams quieter, and your family's expectations a little easier to ignore. back when being together meant holding hands behind the school and sneaking into your driver’s car after games. he’s always made you feel like a person, not a pawn. which is exactly why you can’t let your family know about him. 

not when they’re talking about engagements like they’re business mergers. 

your father puts down his wine glass at a family dinner and says, “we’ve had interest from the mikage family, you know. a strategic partnership could benefit both parties.” 

you blink. “you mean like… i get stock options? or i get married?” 

your mother’s smile is tight. “don’t be crass, sweetheart. you’d get both.” 

and just like that, you're being politically packaged like a luxury handbag. 

you don’t even panic. not really. you just call reo the next day and say, “wanna fake an engagement to avoid being sold off like cattle?” 

he hums. “sure. nagi thinks it’s funny.” 

you smile. “isagi said it’s either this or he beats up your dad. so i guess we’re going with this.” 

thus begins the most fabulous scam of your life. 

it’s about a month into the fake engagement when the dinner party happens, one of those rich people breeding grounds where everyone wears cream-colored suits and says things like “let’s circle back” when they mean “go away.” 

you’re seated next to reo, who looks like he just walked off a magazine cover, because of course he does. your parents are three seats away. nagi is conveniently not invited. and isagi is somewhere across the room, seated like a polite accessory at the farthest table, trying not to combust. 

“my real boyfriend is glaring at you,” you whisper to reo. 

reo raises a glass. “i know. isagi looks like he’s thinking about setting fire to this floral centerpiece.” 

you both clink glasses in solidarity. 

across from you, some heiress with a platinum trust fund is explaining how she’s “completely self-made” because she once opened a vegan bakery in london. 

“girl,” you mutter. “you own six apartment buildings.” 

reo leans in. “her dad had to pay two million in damages after she accidentally poisoned someone with mushroom powder she found on pinterest.” 

you bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “damn. you really do your research.” 

“i'm thorough,” he says smugly, and starts texting nagi under the table like a giddy middle schooler. you sneak a glance at isagi, who’s pretending to stir his soup while definitely texting you with his hand under the tablecloth. 

isagi [8:41pm]: i miss u 

you [8:42pm]: you’re 20 feet away 

isagi [8:42pm]: i’m dying. reo’s dad just said i look like someone who “played sports at the public school” 

you [8:43pm]: okay he’s getting coal for christmas 

reo tilts his phone so you can see nagi’s response. 

nagi [8:43pm]: make them eat the centerpiece. they won’t notice 

you almost choke on your water. 

the woman next to you tries to engage you in a conversation about equestrian bloodlines, and you politely nod while messaging isagi under the table like you’re in some sort of underground operation. reo’s playing his part like a total pro – he throws you looks like “i’m so in love” and sighs dramatically any time you talk, which only makes you both look obnoxiously engaged and secretly evil. it’s perfect. 

“what do you think of this one?” reo whispers when the next guest starts bragging about launching a NFT for gourmet olives. 

“looks like a young benedict cumberbatch if he lost a fight with a hedge fund,” you say. “he just said the word ‘synergy’ unironically.”

“disqualified,” reo mutters. 

you clink glasses again. you’re starting to like this way too much. 

but later, you escape to the garden to breathe, because all this secret-love-fake-fiancée-corporate-dinner-lunacy is exhausting. reo follows you out with two glasses of champagne and a subtle wink. 

“nagi’s bored,” he says. “he tried to facetime me under the table.” 

“isagi sent me a meme and called it ‘the real appetizer.’” you sigh. “do you ever feel like we’re the only sane people in this capitalist hellscape?” 

reo raises a brow. “you’re fake engaged to me. you think i’m sane?” 

you clink your glass against his anyway. “you’re the only one who gets it.” 

for a second, the two of you just stand there in silence, watching the glowing windows from the outside like kids pressed to a candy store. 

“thank you,” you say, suddenly, seriously. “for helping me.” 

reo waves it off. “please. i get a fake fiancée and tax write-offs. nagi’s obsessed with the drama.” 

you smile. “he should’ve been an actor.” 

“he is acting. like he doesn’t love me.” 

you glance at him. “do you ever wish you could just… tell everyone?” 

“all the time,” he says. “but for now, we have each other. and excellent wardrobe coordination.” 

you bump his shoulder with yours. “ride or die.” 

he grins. “now tell your boyfriend to stop sulking and come steal you away.” 

“only if nagi lets you come over for game night.” 

“deal.” 

back inside, you walk past your mother, who whispers, “try not to look too smug. people are already talking about how perfect you and reo look together.” 

you give her a dazzling smile. “just wait till the wedding photos,” you say sweetly. “they’ll be iconic.” 

isagi meets you by the door with that look on his face, the one that says i’d break ten social contracts to hold your hand right now. you brush fingers briefly as you pass. 

and later, when you sneak into isagi’s apartment with leftover cake in your bag and tell him all about the NFT olives and poisoned mushroom heiress, he kisses you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. which, really, you are. 

reo texts you at 1 AM. 

reo [1:01am]: nagi just said he wants to “elope but in a cool way.” do you think that means vegas or sword fight? 

you [1:02am]: depends. is there pacman involved? 

reo [1:02am]: always 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mahg-stuff]

Hi. Can I request a big daddy elvis (late 70s) in which he and female reader are having an argument and he says something really mean so she heads into the bedroom and cries. He goes into the bedroom to apologize and then make out. Smut, detailed if you can and also some aftercare. Thanks

Tysm for the request! Enjoy it lovee! ♡

Kiss'n make it better

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Word count: 6.4k (quick) Summary: Bde grows stuffy as he witnesses you playing a card game with the guys, but not only that, you are in your delicate bed attire while you do it. Pairing: (1976)bd!elvis x afab!reader Warnings: 18+!, smut, p in v, elvis finally fully takes the reader, cherry cream pie (if you know what I mean...), kissing whilst bodily fluids are present on the mouth, tasting of bodily fluids, playing around with spit?oral fixation?, mention of elvis’ medications/pill use & dr. nick (im sorry), elvis’ standards for his women, toxicity, once again elvis being volatile, use of the word daddy, & of course fluff + baby talk!!

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AN: Hello there! I was off and on while writing this since I was eager to let it out soon bc I felt I’d left the anon hanging for too long so, certain areas may seem rushed/lack context but I did my best with the details! I hope it’s not a bother, but overall I enjoyed writing this little piece. Anywho, my dear anon I hope you are pleased with this! And to the rest of you loves, enjoy! ♡ (keep the requests coming!!😚)

- pls excuse any errors, your girl got tired half way through cleaning it up 🥹💋

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Elvis was, as of now, getting his day-by-day measurements of meds from Dr. Nick within the master bathroom in his room. In the meantime, you held up in his bed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited, you both had just woken up. He would always make sure to do it in a different room, given that you had eventually told him that you didn't enjoy seeing everything they put in him. When you witnessed firsthand how much his body had to ingest, you expressed your concern, but he waved you off, saying everything was always under control.

At some point, you stopped showing concern upfront to him because it had resulted in the first argument between the two of you, however, you'd unconsciously always be pinching away at your arm's flesh as you worried about him. You were still relatively new to his lifestyle, but you were gradually adapting.

Things were taking quite a while, so you began wandering around his room. You'd only been together for a few months now, so you were still trying to settle in. Elvis asked you to move in right away, and you soon found out he didn't like being left alone. As you moved around the room, you were still in your night slip. It was a look that he found especially appealing. You tip-toed barefoot to the door, peeking outside, and then back over to the closed bathroom door in the bedroom. 

You heard them mumbling inside and decided, Why not go downstairs? 

Making your entrance to the living room and taking in more glances of the house you hadn't paid much attention to before, your eyes shot up towards the voices in the kitchen. As you peered into the kitchen, you saw two of his guys sitting there chatting with some cards in their hands. They took notice of your presence and glanced over at you, their eyes lingering on your attire. Going quite unnoticed by you. 

One clears his throat.

"Hey there, y/n, ya need anythin'?" 

You shrug, not really knowing what you need or want, but feeling a bit restless. 

"No, just bored waiting on El," you reply absentmindedly. 

One of the guys chuckles and nudges the other, whispering something to him. You catch a snippet of their conversation and wonder if they're talking about you.

"What's so funny?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. 

The guys exchange glances before one of them speaks up, struggling to find the right words. 

"Oh, nothin', just...you know...we were just talkin' 'bout how...um...how fashionable you look today." 

You give them a skeptical look, not fully convinced by their compliment. 

"Really? They're just my pajamas, the first thing I found in the closet last night," you admit with a sheepish shrug as you look down at your delicate garments. 

They both burst into laughter, causing you to giggle along. The guys exchange knowing glances, struggling to contain their amusement at your naivety. Being new in Elvis' life and feeling a bit clueless around the guys sometimes—I mean, you'd never been surrounded by so many men before, so it was uncommon for you to catch their brash ways.

 

One of the guys begins talking, "Since you're bored, why don't ya join us? We're playin’ a card game." 

You happily agree and take a seat at the table. They explain the rules to you as one of them shuffles the deck of cards. The game soon progresses, and the guys bring out their competitive sides, teasing each other and making playful taunts. Even though they might’ve been acting a little abruptly, it was clear that they were enjoying themselves. Amidst the banter, one of the guys turns to you with a mischievous grin. 

"Hey, watch out, I wouldn't want ya to get too confused with all these cards. It might be a bit too much for a girl to handle," he says snarkily. 

You titter and shake your head, clearly letting the comment go over and past your head. 

"I can handle." 

You say it humbly.

***

Elvis, grumbling his way downstairs to look where you'd wandered off, stops at the bottom of the stairway as he hears his precious girl's laughter from the kitchen. He stalks quietly towards the doorframe of the kitchen, there he sees you sitting pretty with his men. He scans your body until he gets to your bare, wriggling sooties that are dangled just above the ground in the chair. Elvis clenches his fists, feeling his irritation rise at the sight of you playing with the guys.

As he watches, he can't help but notice the unkempt yet alluring exterior you possess. Your tousled hair and streaked makeup from the night before only seem to enhance your beauty, giving you a tempting appeal that could captivate those around you. He had set certain expectations for you, and seeing you in this compromising situation with the guys confirms that you were not fulfilling them. He storms in, his footsteps echoing through the room as he confronts the scene before him. 

"Darlin', you know bedder than to be gallivantin' 'round in your night attire with these fellas." He narrows his eyes, his southern accent thickening as he speaks.

Your head quickly turned to that familiar gruff voice, his appearance matching the roughness in his tone. There he stood, portly and only in a silk robe, a region of dark hair trailing down his navel from the open slit and his luscious sideburns framing his face. His noir hair, slightly disheveled from a restless night, completed the picture of a man who demanded attentiveness. As you caught his gaze, you could see a mix of disappointment and fret in his eyes. You instinctively straightened up, feeling a twinge of shame creeping into your conscience for some reason as you looked down at your attire and then back at him. 

"Well, I thought it'd be okay. I mean, I do live here now. Shouldn't I be comfortable, El?" You voiced cunningly, not purposefully trying to provoke him but unable to resist the urge to justify yourself. 

But there was an inimitable standard he held you to, one that required impeccability and grace. 

"Goddammit!" He started. 

"No man's woman should be 'round men in such whorey showin' garments. 'Specially not mah women!" 

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his strong reaction. The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew tense, and you could feel the weight of his disapproval pressing down on you. 

His pride was unexpected for you. 

As you searched for words to respond, his intense gaze never wavered, making you feel insecure and exposed. 

"W-Well, the guys think otherwise!" You spoke aloud as your throat tightened. Well, at least you thought they didn't find your attire whorey—a word Elvis had introduced to you when he saw an outfit you picked out while shopping with him. 

Elvis glared over at them, and they both quickly stood up from their positions, some cards falling off the table as they did so. 

"That right?" 

"N-No Ep, 'course not." They stood there longer than they should have. 

"The hell y'all still doin' standin' here, for?! Go on an' do sumn then." Elvis spoke sternly as he pointed, his robe falling more open with his motion. 

The guys hastily scampered away, not wanting to further incur Elvis' anger. You look at Elvis, noticing his neglected appearance and glazed eyes. Nervous, you place your cards down, your eyebrows puckering in disarray. 

"What was that, Elvis?" you ask softly, but your voice is filled with slight perplexity. 

"They didn't do anything." You squeaked. 

"Didn't do anyhtin'." He scoffed under his breath. He shook his head and met your gaze again. 

"Matter uh fact, the hell were you thinkin' wonderin' off?" His words were a bit slurred. 

"Know all yur attention should be on me, 'n only me." Elvis' words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of fury and vulnerability. 

You could sense an ache behind his harsh tone, and it struck a chord within you. 

"Elvis." You delicately said his name, the concern evident in your voice.

But before you could continue, he raised his voice again, his drooping eyes glaring. 

"Kept mah eyes off ya for just uh moment, den I find you playin' bimbo wit' 'em fellas." 

Your heart sank as Elvis' words echoed in the room. 

This wasn't your Elvis. 

Your bottom lip quivered as you stood up from your seat, covering your face with one hand as you moved to leave the room. 

"The hell are ya goin'." He says this as he tries to stop you, but you pull away forcefully and hastily walk upstairs. 

Elvis hears your faint sniffle from the hallway, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. He paced around, mumbling words to himself as he held his forehead, trying to make sense of what just happened. 

It was clear that his head wasn't in the right place. 

***

As Elvis continued to pace, he barely grasps the impact of his words and considers the hurt he may have caused. 

"Baby," he muffles to himself as he looks around. 

He rubs his eyes and begins to walk towards the staircase. 

"Baby." He muffled again, as if he were whispering a plea into the empty space. 

He reaches the top step and hesitates, unsure of whether to knock on the closed bedroom door or barge right in. 

"B-Baby, a-a-ah wannas come in," he says gently in his gruff voice. 

"W-Wanna come in." Elvis stands in front of the door, his voice quivering with desperation. 

His babyish tone reveals the depth of his regret. Your ears perk up on the other side of the door, straining to catch every word. You can sense the turmoil in his voice, the vulnerability, and the longing.

It's a side of him you were weak for, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Slowly, you rise from the bed, your footsteps barely audible as you make your way to the door. With a shaken hand, you turn the knob and open the door, revealing Elvis standing there, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. He takes in your appearance—your tear stained cheeks, red, fuzzy nose, and the slight puffiness of your eyes. His face softens with concern, and without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Your face buried into his exposed, hairy, warm torso through the opening of his robe. 

Feverishly, he brings his large palms up to either side of your face and pulls your face upwards. Taking in your babyfaced features. Your damp lashes flutter as you meet his gaze. 

"A-Ah made my little 'un cry." he mumbles as he grazes the pad of his thumb under your eye. 

"Y-Ya know ah ain't meant what I said back dere," he continues, his voice filled with veracity. 

"M-My temper… mah words came out wrong. A-Ah, wudnit wha I meant—", he trails off just before he wavers off, trying to focus his eyesight all of a sudden. 

As his eyelids droop, a gentle sigh escapes his lips. You can see the drowsiness etched across his weathered face, the lines deepening in the dim light of the room. 

It always tortured you when you saw him like this. 

You noticed it was one of the many effects the pills had on him, before starting him up, they'd slow him down first. 

Even with his abrupt weariness, you recognize that sincerity in his voice and the sorryness in his slumped eyes. You reached out and took his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it, offering a silent reassurance that you understood what he was trying to get out. 

You cared deeply for him, so forgiving him always came in a hurry for you.

***

As you both stood there, the grogginess began to fade, and his eyes soon became more and more focused. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He gave your cheek a gentle squeeze. His gaze lingered on your face as he continued to graze his thumb gently on your cheek. 

"Let me m-make it up t-ta mah sweet girl, hmm." He says it so softly with that drawl of his.

As you listen to his soft voice, filled with tenderness and warmth, it becomes evident that he was speaking to you with the same affection one would reserve for a baby. One of his traits you had gotten used to and valued thoroughly. Your cheeks fill with warmth. He holds you by the waist, turning you over, and fully enters the bedroom with you. Shutting the door, he then leads you to the bed, helping you sit down on the edge. Elvis sits down beside you, and you feel the bed sink from his weight. 

He turns your face over to him, and he places a hand on your cheek. He begins caressing your face ever so lightly, as if you were made of spun glass. 

"Kiss'n make it better." He mumbles pouty-lippedly as his thumb runs over your lips. 

You stare into his hollow eyes, nodding, as he begins to push his thumb into your small mouth. Politely opening your mouth for him, the taste of his skin lingers on your tongue as his thumb explores the contours of your mouth. You both hold each other's gaze, and you lightly suckle on it, watching his eyes light up at your action. He gently brings his thumb out, a string of saliva dribbling down your lip. Elvis smudges your saliva all around your soft pout, making your lips appear glossy, then brings his thumb up to his lips to suck off your slobber. As you both continue your intimate encounter, the air around you seems to grow heavier. His fingers then work their way down your torso, tracing your dainty body. With a famished mutter, he slides his hand beneath your slip, teasingly grazing over your soft, small chest, giving one of your nipples a tug. You can't help but whimper at his action.

And want grows between you, feeling a surge of heat run from your face down to your toes. 

"C'mere, let ol’ daddy kiss ya," he leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent, persistent kiss. 

The taste of him fills your palate as he slips his tongue inside your pretty mouth. You find yourself feeling fuzzy in the rush of the moment, willingly giving into his actions. His large hands begin gripping your small waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His supple kisses had always been tender and gentle, but this one was different. It left you almost breathless. His touch was heavy, and you found yourself slipping in the heat of the moment. Your slip rises upwards at his action, revealing the pair of tiny matching ruffled shorts. 

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his pillowy lips glistening. His eyes lock onto yours—a look of want. Elvis' hefty hand goes down to your upper thigh, and he grazes the fabric of your shorts. 

"Take 'em off, 'ittle." He rasps quietly, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

Your breath hitches with a half-laugh. "Kay." You gently get off the bed and look over at him as he keenly stares at you with his still-glazed-over eyes. 

A look you may never get used to. 

You began pulling down at the hem of your waistband until the fabric hit the ground, being completely bare underneath. 

While the length of your slip fell just enough to cover your most delicate parts, he whispered, "Lemme see her." 

His voice is playful as he motions for you to come closer.

You take a step toward him. He reaches out and gently tugs at your hip, his thumb rubbing your hipbone, sending a muzzy feeling to your belly. With his other hand, he reaches over to the hem of the fabric, pulling it up—he throbs between his legs.

From his view, he could see all of you. Your narrow hips and thighs and the smallest patch of curls that covered your pussy. The little crease in the middle—so sweet, you were puffy, and sticky just from his kisses. You looked over at his garb—his robe now fully undone from all his movement, also nothing underneath. You took in as the section of his body hair went from his pudgy chest to his soft belly, which hung just barely over his waistline, and then turned into thick curls at his mound. His corpulent and hard, leaky cock presently standing tall just for you against his paunch. You gazed at the ridge of his pretty, purplish, rosy tip weep as it peeked from his foreskin.

Suddenly, you jolted as you felt his thumb at your swollen clit, a splotchy pink filling your cheeks. His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers perfectly caressing your sensitive nub. You couldn't help but whimper, the lovely sound escaping your pursed lips as your hips instinctively bucked against his digit. 

"Ain't nothin' more purdy than seein' you all pink 'n warmed up. Could spend all day thumbin' away at that ‘dorable clit uh yours." He babbled as he applied more pressure and quickened the pace of his movements. 

Making you even more rosy. 

You could feel the heat building between your legs, the ache for release becoming almost unbearable. Every swipe of his thumb seemed to bring you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the brink of ecstasy. Your back began to arch as you leaned into his touch, but just as you were almost there, he pulled his thumb away. You let out a frustrated whimper, desperately wanting him to continue, then you went to cup yourself until he swiftly stopped you. 

"Dun cha get greedy on me now," he whispered, his voice coated with directness and a hint of humor. 

You couldn't help but pout, your need for satisfaction overwhelmed your senses. You ached. He had never stopped on the brink of your release like this before. His hand left your trembling body, resulting in you feeling empty and yearning for more. You watched as he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting the remnants of your sweet desire, a sly smile playing on his lips. The rosiness in your cheeks seems to grow darker with his action.

"Ah can't have ya fallin' apart jus yet," he murmured, his voice low. 

You looked at him doe-eyed as you clamped your legs, standing there. 

"Little 'un." Elvis whispered as he reached out for a hand. 

"Idenit time for ya to blossom," he continued as he pulled you closer, his warm breath hitting your cheek. "'ittle flower of yours needs ta bloom." Elvis gave you a nod as he spoke and guided you. 

"Bloom," you repeated as you held his strong gaze, and he began helping you lay on the bed. 

"Mhm, correct baby." He cooed as he helped you lie down. 

When you finally understood what he had said, your heart seemed to race. Staring up at the mirror above you on the ceiling, you took in as you laid delicately on his silk bedding. You began recalling the past nights and days of glancing up at yourself while Elvis rutted against your tummy when he cuddled you until he came, or when he'd only do little more than barely let the tip of his cock pierce your tiny hole—but never more than that. 

Now, he indicated that he wanted to take things further. You were both a little afraid and excited by it. Even so, you were genuinely more willing than ever. It made you rub your legs together thinking about it. You would constantly pester him for more, but he would tell you that it wasn't the right moment and that he knew when it would be. Thinking of his words from earlier, you thought maybe this would be his way of making it better after he'd lashed out. Maybe, he wanted to make it up to you by fully fulfilling your needs. You beamed at the thought.

Lost in your little mind, you were interrupted as you felt the bed sink next to you.

There he lay, still in his loose, silky garb, fully open, his hairy manliness laying solid against his belly while his balls were perfectly nestled below his shaft. You looked over at him as he began lying on his side to face you. His jawline was soft and his cheeks full, adding to the suppleness of his overall appearance. His overgrown sideburns adding to his rugged allure. The word ‘mesmerizing’ repeating in your head.

"Rest on yur side f'me, baby." You began turning over for him, but before you could, he stopped you—he saw the mild unease in your eyes. 

His hand cradled the side of your cheek as your eyes stared into his. However, he couldn't help but smile, thinking your muddled face looked adorable. 

"Hers dudden needs to be afraid." He whispered softly and patted your head now. 

With each light pat on your head, his warmth enveloped you, making you feel comforted in his presence. You smiled back at him softly, it sort of surprised you when he caught it. 

"H-Her knows." You whispered back in the same way he spoke to you. 

It was really rubbing off on you, for sure.

He leaned in, placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then motioned for you to rest on your side. Such a baby, you thought as you gave his chubby face one last glance. As you shifted onto your side, he scooted in closer, so he was spooning you, his round stomach pressing into you. You felt the hardness of his length up against your lower back, feeling the warmth radiating off as it throbbed against the thin fabric of your slip. You couldn't deny the growing ache between your legs, yearning for his touch and for him to take control. 

Elvis began lifting the hem of your garment, exposing your bare, pretty, round backside to him. His hand rested on the curve of your hip, his touch both firm and gentle. A shiver ran down your spine as his palm traced delicate patterns on your skin, sending those funny feelings through your body. You felt him move your leg a bit, so your pussy lips were peeking out between your thighs from his view. You felt him pulsing along your rear now, slick already forming at your petals. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. You heard him snicker behind you, bringing a blush to your cheeks. Elvis grabbed his thick shaft in one hand and brought it between your thighs, your slick and his precum mixing into one as he rubbed the ridge of his cock along your lips. 

Eagerly, you try to slide down, so his tip pushes up towards your entrance. 

"Careful, too big for yuh to take so fast," he warns as you bare down on his leaky tip. 

You move back unconsciously, and the head of cock grazes at your swollen clit causing you to shudder. 

Trying again, you huff, "Won't fit." 

Elvis is quite amused by this, and he tittered as he leaned into your neck for a quick peck. 

You feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "Baby, needa take time t'stretch ya out properly." 

He trails his fingers along your inner thighs, teasingly rubbing circles on your sensitive heat. Your body reacts, flushing with chills and impatience. You can feel yourself clenching at nothing. Elvis raises the leg you weren’t resting on with his other arm, and you blush at how vulnerable you seem in the pose. He moves the hand he was massaging you with toward your mouth. You understood what he meant, of course. Carefully, you used your hand to hold the back of his large one as you carefully spit into it. You watch as Elvis gruffly giggles at your compliance as you gaze up at the mirror, his eyes peeking over you as he watches his hand lower back down.

Bringing his hand back down to your throbbing core, now slick with both your juices and saliva. His fingers glide along your folds, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. As his thumb brushes against your clit, a shudder runs through your body, aching for more. You arch your back, silently begging for his touch to become more demanding, more intense. His finger begins to pry at your snug cunt, slipping inside with ease from all your wetness. You feel him begin to inch a second finger inside of you, stretching you further and filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, his fingers deeper than you were used to. He would only nag at your hole in the past. You whimper as he starts to move his fingers in and out—a slow and deliberate rhythm. Your hips instinctively press down on his hand, seeking more friction and more of his lengthy fingers. You can't help but squeal, the sound escaping your lips as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a sweet spot that makes your whole body shiver. You try closing your legs, but he still holds one up. He feels your leg shift and hears your cute squeal. Elvis lets go, letting your leg rest down, with a snicker as he looks over at you with a mischievous grin. Soothing his palm up and down against your thigh, he leaned to kiss your upper arm. 

"Ya kay, 'ittle?" he whispered in his southern drawl. 

You nod, unable to form words, as the sensations overwhelm you. 

Slowly, he removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you aching for more. But before you have a chance to say anything, Elvis is already positioning himself between your legs from behind. He catches a glimpse of your sweet little gaping hole that was dripping with want. He begins rubbing the ridge of his cock along your pussy, you feel his chest vibrate behind you from a low groan. His tip begins to ease in as he coos in your ear slowly. Without delay, he plunges inside you halfway, his lip curling at your tightness. You wail as he bucks his hips further, and you try to get away due to the harsh feeling of the big stretch. He carefully moves the arm he was resting on to go under your waist to hold you from your firm stomach as he hitches up the rest of your babydoll. Pulling you towards him, his gut pressing into you more. 

Taking a glance at your clenched fists and shut eyes, he grumbles, "S'okay baby, breathe." 

You gulp down and gasp, "'S't-too much." 

"Needa bit more little 'un." He croons and brings his empty hand to swipe at your clit from the front in order to break you in with more ease. 

With a final buck of his hips, he fills your sweet cunt completely, taking him all in. You cry out at the forceful pinch, your hand gripping at his hand that held you from your tummy. Elvis grunts loudly when you clench at his cock. 

"M-Mah god, baby, let loose f'me. You'll break me off wit' all tha squeezin'." He blurts out, his voice strained with pleasure and urgency.

Your body trembles against his, and he continues to swipe at your tender nub, wanting to bring any type of pleasure to you right now. Elvis glanced up at your face, a tear dribbling down from the corner of yours. He leaned in, kissing it away. Gently opening your glossy eyes, you look up towards the mirror, taking in the way you were both at last bound. His robe was still hanging loosely on his body, and his hair was tousled as he pressed his face into your nape. As you gripped him with your hand, you felt him grab hold of it and start pulling it down to your heat. Placing it between your thighs, where you and him connected, you traced his weighty balls over with your small hand. Indicating he was practically balls deep inside your dear little hole. 

"Yuh feel him inside ya." He whispered airily into your nape, the bass of his voice rumbling against your back. 

You blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of shyness and alertness. You nodded, unable to find the words to respond, as you focused on the sensation of him filling you completely. His hand remained on yours, guiding your movements as you continued to explore the intimate connection between your bodies. Your digits now covered by both yours and his fluids. Elvis let his hand loose and moved it over to your waist, both of his arms now holding you in a spoon position. As the initial sting began to fade and pleasure took its place, you began moving, slowly your movements against him became more confident. Each motion became braver as desire continued to build between you both. Your whimpers got louder, and you felt the hairs on your nape stand as you heard a little huff come from Elvis behind you. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Pulling himself out slightly and then bucking into you again, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan as you experienced the overwhelming sensation for the first time. A dance of pain and pleasure intertwined within you. You were sure a trickle of blood had stained the satin sheets beneath you both as you felt the warm wetness building between you two. You were too busy taking in the feeling of his hardness inside you, he noticed as he peeked up at the mirror and saw you lying there with your small mouth gaping and your hand buried between your thighs where he had left it. 

"Touch yuh'self sweetheart." He grunted into your ear as he strained himself from moving his hips too harshly, his grip on your waist still firmly in his arms.

You complied, your fingers danced over your sensitive folds, slick with arousal, and maybe more, until they found your swollen clit. As you began to rub circles around it, your moans grew louder and more dire, echoing through the room. The mirror gave you a clear view of your own flushed face, your eyes filled with desire and vulnerability. The way he watched you, his dark eyes smoldering with lust, only fueled the fire burning within you. Every movement caused the robe to sway gently, revealing hints of his luscious curves beneath. As your fingers continued their rhythmic dance upon your clit, you couldn't help but imagine his hands—those strong and skilled hands—taking over. The thought of his touch, his fingers tracing the same patterns you were now creating, made your toes wriggle. Your breath hitched as you quivered as the warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen became more and more unbearable. His thrusts became more vigorous, matching the intensity building within you. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans mingling with his low grunts. As he maintained his relentless pace, you surrendered yourself completely to what your body was feeling. The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter until, finally, with one strong thrust, you unraveled into a state of euphoria on his cock. Your body trembled with sheer bliss as he continued to move inside you, he watched as your pretty face contorted and your blush deepened. 

"O-Oh god." You whined loudly, tightening around him, and the throbbing of his girthy cock became even more pronounced. 

His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you with renewed vigor, looking for his own release. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you moan prettily but uncontrollably. He glared over at you, bringing one hand up to grasp your jaw, his thumb once again finding its way into your mouth.

"N-Not so loud baby. Ain't want no 'un else hearin' ya gone like this, only me." He spoke between each heavy breath, sounding imposing. 

You nodded, unable to say any words. 

His thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing your moans as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of skin pushing against skin, blending with your muffled cries of pleasure. You felt your ears grow hotter as his grunts turned into gruff whines, it made you wonder how such a man could make such pretty sounds. He pressed into you harder, the suppleness of his hair-filled belly now squished into your lower back. Elvis' grip on you toughens under you, his fingers digging into the skin of your tummy as he pulls you closer, seeking an even deeper connection. His other hand now filled with your drool. Watching as his lip was now curled, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his beautiful expression slipping into that o-face of his through the mirror. With one final thrust, he let out a garish whine, emptying himself inside of your now-tamed pussy, filling you completely with his essence. You couldn't help but muffle a sob and bite down on his thumb as you felt his scorching seed paint your walls. 

He was still so far buried inside you as he let out heavy sighs. Elvis slowly began to withdraw his upper body from you, looking down at the slight space between his belly and your back, shifting his hips slowly to pull out, the base of his cock streaked with your pure blood. He paused as he felt your tongue pushing at his thumb and looked over, your eyes were watery. 

He withdrew his large hand, you turned your head over to him, the position putting a little discomfort on your neck as he was still spooning you. You were in awe of his blushed face and matted, lush hair sticking to his forehead from all his sweat. Bringing the hand you still held between your thighs over to hold the side of his face, your eyes widened as you focused on the redness of your blood on your digits, which had now smudged a bit on his cheek. Elvis took in your expression and glanced over at your small hand against his cheek, he snickered. Grabbing ahold of it, he brought it over to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss and even a subtle lick. Your purity now smudged along his soft lips. 

"A fine 'ittle flower 'as bloomed," he mumbled as he leaned his face into you. 

Your heart raced as his lips pushed against yours gently. The taste of his kiss, a mixture of your blood and his own essence, sent warmth down your spine. He steadily pulled away, enjoying the fact that your lips were stained right along with his. 

It left you brain-scattered and your hind eyes in a fuzzy state.

You were brought back when you felt him pulling his practically flaccid cock out of you. You winced as a dull ache shot through your body. Quickly sensing soreness, but a satisfied, weak smile tugged at the corners of your lips, knowing he'd finally gone completely with you. You stiffened as the warmth of his spew slowly oozed out of your snug, bruised hole. 

Elvis' view was a delight, he thought, watching as the scarlet milky mess glazed your puffed-up pussy lips, running down your inner thigh. Slumbering on your back now, your babydoll still pushed up but remained covering your small chest. 

But before you could turn to fully face him, you panicked as he stood up from the bed abruptly. 

"E-Elvis," you sputtered out, even reaching your hand out for him. 

He ignored your plea as he hurriedly walked towards the bathroom. His footsteps echoed in the silence, and you suddenly felt anxious. Moments later, he emerged with a damp towel in his hand. As he approached you, he saw the look on your face as you laid on your back. 

"Hey, what's wit' da worried eyes baby," he asked gently while gently leaning over at you. 

You still felt the pang of fret in your chest as Elvis leaned over you, his concern evident in his eyes. 

"I-I just got scared. Thought you w-were leaving," you admitted, your voice shaky. 

Elvis' expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair off your face. 

"Aww, don' worry, sweetheart. Am here now, ain't goin' anywhere," he reassured you, his voice smooth and reassuring in his drawl. 

His touch was comforting, and you felt yourself relax under his calm presence. 

As his hand lingered on your cheek, he spoke again. "Ah's needs ta clean my little girl now, kay." 

You nodded as Elvis stood in front of you while you lay splayed on the bed. He softly lifted your legs and began to gently wipe away the sticky residue, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His sunken eyes met yours briefly, a glimmer of tenderness, before he focused back on cleaning you up. You flinched as he swiped at your tender bud, and he couldn't help but grin. Finishing up, he tossed the used rag aside. Elvis had always been thorough in his caretaking when it came to you. As he gently began tugging your delicate top down to cover you, he paused and scrunched it up, revealing your small, supple chest and your soft pink meek nipples. 

Leaning down to give both of your petite mounds delicate kisses, "Almost forgot 'bout 'em sweet lil' things," he muffled as he kissed your warm skin. 

You found yourself giggling as you ran a hand through his tousled-up hair. One of the things he had made you become—a giggler. 

He stood back up and fixed your babydoll fully now as he smiled at you.

"All done, my little 'un," he whispered softly, his voice filled with pride and adoration. 

Collapsing beside you, his hand tenderly stroked your hair, whispering, "We'll get tha rest uh us cleaned up later." 

He then continued as you moved over to fully face him, his robe now imperfectly tied. "Needa hold ya darlin’, ah know how emotional you puny things can be after experiencin' this kinda thing." 

You snuggled closer to him with a giggle, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. The tubbiness of him being all the more cozy. As you both basked in each other, you felt the palm of his hand smooth down at your lower abdomen. 

"Yuh sore?" His voice held that babyish tone. 

"Bits," you mumbled as your cheek rested against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. 

His hand continued to caress your belly, his touch gentle. “Love her lots,” he suddenly blurted and leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. 

You gazed up at him, leaning in to kiss the fullness between his neck and chin. “Loves daddy lots too,” you whispered as you followed up with another kiss before you snuggled into him again. 

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[writers-reach]

If you do aged up chatacters (or in this case P4AU) is it alright to request some wedding hc's for Akihiko? For some context they were both in SEES or something like that (I haven't played the Arena games myself, so up to you).

Just wanna add, love the stuff you write so far! It's really good :3

persona 3: wedding headcanons (akihiko sanada)

notes: persona 3 spoilers, gn!reader (i tried my best but some of it might be leaning towards a more fem reader), post-p4au sees, fluff

he strikes me as the kinda guy to either overthink or underthink everything. no even amount of care put into the wedding.

like... he's either obsessing over the most useless of details or is just "yeah babe i'd be happy with whatever :) as long as you're there :)"

ofc regardless of what you two decide on doing, he's gonna pull his weight! he's no slacker.

definitely invites junpei, mitsuru, and ken as his groomsmates (mitsuru is his best woman, just b/c they spent so much time together. if it's in the timeline where shinji is alive, he'd take that place but point stands. senior squad fr)

speaking of, because of how important sees is to the two of you, all of them are groomsmates or men/maids of honour for the two of you, somewhat evenly split

koromaru and/or his puppies as the ring bearer i don't make the RULES!!!!!!!!

tries not to cry during his vows. didn't cry during the rehearsal. cries during the ceremony, fumbles over his words, tries to look manly but fails and embraces the tears.

during the kiss he'd definitely grasp your cheeks in the most tender kiss you've felt in your life. leans you back slightly and pulls away just enough to see your eyes brimming with happiness.

the ceremony is sweet and wonderful, but the reception is where your real aki shines

sheds the nervousness that comes with being the main event in front of dozens of people but still isn't a huge fan of parties

definitely loosens up once there's some alcohol involved but doesn't overindulge. he wants to remember this night :)

everyone in sees gets a turn at a speech, some doing them together!! (junpei and yukari put aside their slight differences and annoyances with one another to do a cute and funny speech). they all talk about how they knew you two were destined from the start, even if life was super rough.

even now, with akihiko as a boxer and shadow operative, he's still that same schoolboy who had trouble talking to his crush. it's adorable.

uhhhhhhh i've got a few loose joke headcanons too:

aigis catches the bouquet by doing a rocket-powered double jump. much to junpei's dismay (he wanted it :( )

mitsuru getting hammered at the reception

fuuka tries her best to hold it together at the ceremony but she's the first to start sobbing

yukari joking that akihiko FINALLY wears something normal (his suit) and not that ugly ass hoodie cape

a/n: sorry about the wait! hope you like it <3

[official-darkforest]

Sorry I would love for you to explain all of your rare pairs. I love deep warrior cats thoughts pls if you want to do so

ThornRat (Thornclaw x Ratscar) Dark Forest trainee pairing. They're also both old enough to remember the Old Forest . The whole dynamic I have in mind is Thornclaw being rather oblivious to his sexuality and also being a huge fucking hypocrite (he's one of the more conservative warriors of TC, ironically). Ultimately his relationship with Ratscar, if you can even call it one, is doomed from the start and Ratscar is stuck yearning for someone that's not worth pursuing for multiple reasons.

BrambleFern (Bramblepaw x Fernpaw) I specify -paw because I see them as a bit of a tragic pairing where it doesn't end up working out because Dustpelt swoops right in and inserts himself in Bramblepaw's place. Also, in the context of my rewrite, Brambleclaw is the one to run away to ShadowClan instead of Tawnypelt so whatever spark he and Fernpaw had going never gets to go anywhere. I imagine they're still friends but have some moments of 'what if' every now and then.

BrindleFlint (Brindleface x Flintfang) Honestly I just wanted to give Ashfur and Ferncloud a father that already existed in the series and also didn't fuck up the family tree any more than it already is. I think I got this idea from someone else but I can't exactly remember who - but it's a very interesting concept considering the events of the first arc and how Flintfang was still alive for the events that happened (according to Tigerstar's Fury and Blackfoot's Reckoning). I headcanon that Ferncloud is named after her aunt Fernshade, too. Additionally, in the anthro AU, their story is a lot sadder but that's another story...

LongWind (Longtail x Runningwind) Childhood friends to almost-lovers! They're around the same age and would've definitely trained together. As mentioned in my HalfOne family tree post, they had a budding interest but it was cut short by Runningwind's death. Sad :(

IvyBreeze (Ivypool x Breezepelt) This one is just funny. "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" kind of shit. Breezepelt would be fucking fuming over it because he doesn't want to be like his dad.

HalfDove (Half Moon x Dove's Wing) Another one that's mostly in the context of my rewrite! I'm imagining it's very one-sided since I also love HalfJay, but it's a very complicated thing where Jay's Wing is very focused on saving their colony and too scatterbrained to really put any serious commitment to Half Moon (something he tells her explicitly, but she pursues anyways). Dove's Wing is embarrassed of her crush and knows it was never meant to be, not only because she's a prophecy cat but also because Half Moon doesn't even like her that way.

IceApple (Icewing x Applefur) Another Dark Forest Trainee pairing! I have a lot of these because I got attached to them. Not my only Applefur ship but certainly one that's kinda fun to think about. I don't have much to say about these two sadly but I thought it was a cute idea that I could maybe build off of later.

MinnowMouse (Minnowtail x Mousewhisker) I don't actually think this one is that much of a rare pair, I've seen a lot of ppl talk about this but I was kinda running out of ideas since there's a lot of characters idgaf about sorry LOL anyways this one is based on a scene in Dark River and the fact they were both Dark Forest trainees in their adulthood.

[mccnstruck]

like LIKE you

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: fluff, misunderstanding, more crack, reader is DENSE af, proofread, op was writing this while their crush was right behind them so they apologize if this is incoherent

a/n: @soleillunne ALY !1!!! HIIIII i had so so much fun writing this for kazuha and i hope you have much fun reading it as i did writing it!! this is for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event !! pls reblog and enjoy <3

- When you almost lost yourself in his eyes and hurriedly snapped your head away from him, you knew you were so screwed.  - Your racing heart knew.  - He’s cute. And he most likely knows that you think he’s cute. - You first saw Kazuha in your literature class when you had to sit next to him. He smiled at you before going back to his own work, thus leaving you both to do your respective duties.  - But as the weeks passed and class discussions were more frequent, you found yourself enjoying listening to Kazuha’s discussions on the text presented, sometimes bringing in your own input.  - His voice soothed your mind, and your heart clung onto every syllable he had spoken. His eyes sparkled everytime you listened to his thoughts-  - Ahem.

You were, inevitably, starting to crush on him. 

You walked into class and whispered a quiet prayer to yourself in hopes that you wouldn't reveal anything to him right now. 

And plus, Valentine's Day is such a cheesy day to confess! Besides the couples giggling and buying the really good chocolates, and seeing people talk to Kazuha, and noticing how cute he is when he laughs…

You internally smacked your head and chided yourself for the spiraling thoughts and sat in your seat. 

Kazuha smiled at you, before he resumed talking with with his friends. His friends snickered and patted his shoulder, before he covered his smile with the back of his hand. 

Huh. He never really gets flustered. Did he…

The bell rang, and his friends left the class, yelling out “Good luck!” before closing the door. 

Kazuha sat down and smiled at you once more, yet it was filled with excitement. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly.”

You shook your head and smiled back. “It’s fine. Are you doing anything today?”

“For Valentine’s?”

You shook your head. 

“I was thinking of confessing to someone today. I’m meeting them by my locker after school.”

“You have a crush?!” 

Damnit, you thought.  

He laughed, and a soft red tinted his cheeks. “Mhm. I was thinking of sending them a poem with some sweets today.”

He showed you the gift and you internally recoiled. The gift was so unbelievably throughout, with your favorite sweets inside, along with a poem so sweetened the other person would become dizzy with love. It was beautiful, just like the grin on his face. 

Your heart shattered, and you wondered what you would do after school if you still had time after crying. 

“Kazuha…you put this together so nicely…” 

His grin widened, and he put the gift down. “I’m really glad you like it. It gives me a little bit of reassurance.” 

The teacher walked into the room, and both of you straighted your chairs to start the class. 

“So, because it’s Valentine's Day, we will do an activity…” 

Well, thank the teacher for rubbing it into your face.

Class went on for a begrudgingly long time, and the ache in your heart began to grow. Kazuha noticed your solemn expression and brushed your hands together. When you straightened yourself in a panic, you saw his face of concern. 

“Are you alright? You look stressed right now.”

“Uh.. yeah. Sorry, I have a project for another class that’s really stressful right now.”

He nodded, and you both resumed your work. The teacher droned on about the analysis of the text and the context of the author’s work, yet you couldn’t really get yourself to focus, not with this heartache that remains.

A thought rushed past your mind. What if this was for you?

You? That’s funny, if it didn’t hurt so much. There’s no point thinking about it anyways.

After some more time, class finally ended, and you packed your bag while Kazuha stood up. 

“Ah, I have to head out, I have something urgent to do for a class.” 

He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled. 

“I hope you finished this project of yours. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

You snapped your head back and felt your face burn. “Oh, thank you. I’ll see you later.” 

Kazuha left the room and you almost felt yourself succumb to the hot flare that passed your body. Your shoulder, where his hand was, almost felt weak to the touch, and you barely packed up your bag without having a heart attack. 

You looked to the floor and saw Kazuha’s gift underneath his desk. Quickly picking it up, you grabbed your bag and said your greeting to the teacher, before leaving the classroom. 

It was your free period, and you would finally decide on what to do with Kazuha’s gift. You wouldn’t want him to show up to his confession empty handed, or worse, his crush not show up at all. So, you would wait by his locker and make sure you run out before then. Alright. 

Well… it would be alright if it didn’t hurt so much.

And so, classes went on, droning about formulas and equations, and the minutes wouldn’t stop ticking, and your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of who would be the receiver of his gift. When the final bell rang for the day, you took the gift and rushed down the hallways to find his locker.

Except… there’s no one there waiting for him. 

A little concerned, you decided to wait to either give it to Kazuha or whoever was waiting for him.

But the minutes had steadily gone by, and you started to worry whether the person even got a message from him. 

“Ah…There you are.”

Kazuha’s face beamed as he got closer, and you laughed at the sight of him. 

“Here's your gift that you left behind.” You extend your hand to him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hm?”

Surprised by his reaction, you were silent as your own eyebrows furrowed. 

“This…this isn't yours? Kazuha, are you sure you're in the right mind?” 

“That's yours.” 

“But, you left it there?! Kazuha, what are you on?” 

“Why do you think I left it there?” 

Your mind blanked, and you looked at him with panic. 

“Kazuha, you left it there. I am here to give it to you.” 

Kazuha started laughing and covered his face with his hands. 

“You are so… I left it there for you.” 

You stayed silent for a second. Then another.

“What?!”

Now that you think of it, Kazuha is never forgetful. And the way he looked at the gift multiple times, and the way he knew of your favorite sweets, and the way he looked at you… 

You covered your face in embarrassment, yet your smile grew into a grin. 

“You could've told me, Kazuha…”

He took your hands and clasped them in own.

“Well, you are aware now, and I am sure you are aware of what I want to ask, dove.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes flickered between him and the gift. 

“Hm? Dove?”

You failed to response, as your body was still in shock and in complete utter denial. 

You finally spoke. 

“Why?”

Kazuha smiled at you and took your intertwined hands to his chest, right where his heart was. 

“Well, ask my beating heart. I assure you it beats the syllables of your name every time I see you.”

You swore to every archon that this man right in front of you would somehow be the cause of your death as well. 

“So, dove, will you be my valentine?”

mccnstruck

[jyae23]

Dark Rise Chapter 21 Crack Impressions/Assumptions

When the guy you had forced on the ground is now penetrating your tied up and sweaty body in front of a crowd AND your [Redacted] (Everyone including your [Redacted] is demanding him to thrust deeper into you.)

I redacted James's father because their relationship is a big spoiler methinks. I think enough of these out of context posts would convert one of my followers to pick up this series and I wouldn't want to ruin it for them should they decide to read Dark Rise. If they choose to read more, then that's on them y'know? Wait, fuck, it wouldn't matter anyways because I'm gonna draw my faves immediately afterwards, huh.

Omg I just realized that they both had their hands stained by each other's blood and it happens on the same day too! They're practically married now <3

"Hello, Father." (Pacat 257)

FATHER? JAMES IS YOUR SON???? The plot is plotting so hard. WAIT A MIN THE PROLOGUE IS MAKING SENSE NOW "If you felt anything for me" "If you felt anything for us" no gay just on same side. He was training like a good Steward like the rest of them :(

"Catamite"

Pause. I have never heard of that word before. The High Janissary said that with his full chest too. Omg new vocab word of the day?! Lemme look it up before listening any further— 😦

Okay, sorry, I'm slow, but I always thought that they called James "Simon's prize" because of the strength he possessed and ties to the Dark King. I didn't know that there was another meaning behind it.

James was denying those "rumors" when Marcus brought it up.

Simon's followers circle that name/title around.

The High Janissary spews some more shit about it and James refutes. It's kinda fucked up for him to say all of that about his child. I think in this moment James is 17?

James further denies being Simon's lover when Will meets him in the cell.

I feel like I'm being weird about this, but they bring it up a lot and I'm only now putting two and two together as I type this. Man, why they gotta poke the Catamite (allegedly)?

"First son died six years ago" So, James would be 11 or 12 when he became the Betrayer? He was a kid and ultimately a victim. Am I feeling bad the enemy? YEahh and it's because we got to see more of him on a deeper level than just being beautiful, strong, and cunning. (Jyae discovers empathy????)

"No one could look at him and not want to posses him." (Pacat 261).

The first time around I thought ooo JAMES YOU SHOW THEM, but on the second and third time rereading this chapter, I don't think that line was all good as I thought it was. (I still love the line, but I feel like it has more of a negative implication that a positive one?) I feel like I'm reaching, but I'm actually gonna reach more when we get to the aftercare scene (yes, I'm calling it the aftercare scene) and I dunno it feels like he's being objectified at this point. The objectification of James St. Clair. (Wow, what a sentence.) All this talk about his appearance and how people on BOTH sides throw names at him and now this idea of possessing him just make feel things.

"Not someone who holds a grudge against him in their heart." (Pacat 260).

Oh yea, because Will is the most neutral in this Hall. Taking in their previous encounters, Will has something more intense going on in that heart of his for James. It may not be a grudge, but it's something alright. The book made that fucking clear for sure.

They got me with the cup thing too. Honestly assumed it'd be something with cannibalism the way it was a secret and all. James turning the tables and playing everyone like a fiddle is so funny. Even when he's tied up and in pain, he has everyone playing his little games.

I don't think I can fully capture what I felt when Will was thrusting that stick into James's arm. Overall, I had a euphoric bookgasm for the poking. Nothing could have prepared me for that and the scene afterwards. I really hope someone went ahead and illustrated these scenes somewhere (I'm a visually learner wink wonk.)

I think it's too early for me to think about fanfics for this, especially when book three isn't even announced, but I can see a lot of fics utilizing the Horn of Truth for many reasons...

AFTERCARE

I thought Will being forced on all fours by James's magical hands wouldn't be topped, but then the public unicorn pegging scene dropped and I thought nothing could top that... AFTERCARE IN MY CELL????? I didn't ask for that nor did I think I needed that, but holy shit and what the fuck and thank you????

I live for the innuendos "You're the center of attention again. But I suppose you're used to that." (Pacat 268). "You can stick it in again." (Pacat 268).

"Unlace my shirt." (Pacat 269). James... *unlaces shirt* WILL!!! These two are always surprising me I cannot catch a break. I'm deadass because why the fuck is Will getting ANGRY for James in the next few lines??? Will treats James tenderly as if James doesn't have a high body count (KILLS).

"How many times did he try to brand you?" (Pacat 270). Will, what are you gonna do if James had an exact number? You can't even move a candle flame yet.

I was doing mental gymnastics on ways to redeem or justify James slaughtering xx amount of Stewards, but I think Will handles that well for me:

"I think what people were is less important than what they are. And what people are is less important than what they could be." (Pacat 271).

Not gonna lie, I had to reread that a few times, but I get it.

Everyone is saying the Dark King is coming. How many more times will he come? STOP COMING- Sorry. I like the eerie build up they're setting and having James, an almost unstoppable force, speak about what's about to come makes the weight of everything more dire.

James is a reborn and Will is a descendant. They're acting really suspicious together despite being on opposite sides. Pulling more shit out of my ass. Are they like previous lovers in the past or something? Wait but the High Janissary said James was was the Dark King's lover in the past, so that'd mean Will would have to be the Dark King. But how the fuck would that work? But also, didn't the Elder say something about the Lady being in love with the Dark King? Dark Rise, Dark King, Dark... Will... Unless she had a child with someone else. Or wait was that Simon who is a Descendant of the Dark King? I CAN'T REMEMBER AND I JUST WANNA READ MORE RATHER THAN LOOK BACK. SOMETHING FISHY IS GOING ON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I usually raw-dog these posts, but I had to bust out my laptop just to gather my thoughts, and even then this post is super unorganized. I thought chapter 20 was a lot, but chapter 21 is a gift that keeps giving. I keep breaking the 4th wall, turning my head to the invisible nonexistent camera to check if the invisible nonexistent audience heard what I'm hearing and saw what I'm reading. I don't know how much more gasps I can gusp. Every time I thought they couldn't go any deeper, they went deeper (and so did the horn.)

[otakusheep15]

Twisted Wonderland x Wicked

The winner of the poll I posted! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with school lol.

I didn't mention this in my Hatchetfield post, but this is less of an AU and more of a "What if NRC had a theater program and did this show?" I'll also be giving more explanation this time around instead of just making a cast list!

Elphaba: Malleus Draconia

Where should I even start with this one? They're both green, sad, and lonely. They have physical differences that make them come off as scary to "normal-looking" people and they have powerful magic they don't really know how to control. On the inside, they're sweet and caring and very loyal. They're both very intelligent and observant. Like Elphaba, I think Malleus would fall in love easily if given the chance, both with friends and potential lovers. Both have an issue with anger management and both have complicated family dynamics. The similarites can honestly go on and on but I think I've made my point by now.

Glinda: Cater Diamond

This might be a hot take since I know a lot of people cast Glinda as Vil, but hear me out! On the outside, both Glinda are bubbly and nice, making them very popular among peers. That being said, they are also both vapid and vain, making it difficult for them to make any lasting relationships. I think Cater would react to Malleus similarly to how Glinda first reacts to Elphaba, making fun of him by pretending to be kind. I also think Cater as Glinda makes sense because of Glinda's character arc, as she learns to be less self-centered and open up to others. I also just really like the dynamic between Malleus and Cater and I think they would be good as leads together.

Fiyero: Kalim Al-Asim

This was honestly the most difficult role to cast, as so many characters can fit Fiyero, but also no one really can. I was also considering Floyd, since he has the most similar mindset, and Leona, since I think he could pull off the emotional and romantic parts the best, but after talking with a friend, I think Kalim suits the role the most. Like Fiyero, he has this sort of "why bother trying, let's just party" vibe going on. He doesn't care much about school and he instead chooses to focus on living life and partying. He's closed off about his real feelings, choosing instead to put on a more approachable, laid-back vibe in order to attract people while also keeping them at a distance. He and Cater have a fun dynamic in canon already, and that would translate well to Glinda and Fiyero's dynamic. Malleus and Kalim don't have too many interactions, but I can see it working in the context of this story. I think Kalim's version of Fiyero would be a bit kinder but still joking, and he would kill "Dancing Through Life" better than anyone.

Nessarose: Riddle Rosehearts

Part of me just thought this would be funny because of her name, but after thinking, I do have a few actual reasons. For one, a sibling dynamic between Malleus and Riddle just makes sense to me. Nessarose does also remind me a lot of Riddle, especially in act two. She tends to be self-centered, partially because of favortism growing up, but also because of the resentment she has for Elphaba. I think Riddle matches Nessa's vibe of a somewhat niave person who uses that niavety to be mean. I also think he fits that obsessive vibe she gets towards Boq, and I also think he'd play her well when she becomes govenor of Munchkinland.

Boq: Ace Trappola

This is mostly just me pushing my AceRid agenda, but I think it can work. It's lowkey funny to me for Ace to have a crush on Cater, but I can see it happening in a story like this. He has that same goofy, kind of awkward vibe Boq gives off in act one, but also that anger and drive we see in act two. Ace leading the witch hunt works well, as he's always known to be on the front lines when it comes to a fight. His dynamic with Riddle works well here too, as their relationship in-game is very complicated but still interesting, much like Nessa. I can see him befriending Riddle (Nessa) as a joke/because of Cater (Glinda) but feeling bad about it because, deep down, he is kind.

The Wizard: Dire Crowley

There's always those schools that cast staff as older characters, and I can definitely see NRC pulling this move. I tried so hard to think of a student who could fit this role, but no one can play THe Wizard like Crowley. For one, this fits well with the theory that he's secretly Malleus's father, which makes me laugh. Besides that though, this fits well with other theories that Crowley is secretly behind the overblots like how The Wizard is behind the animal's being mistreated. He's also very eccentric like The Wizard, and he'd absolutely kill when using the floating head The Wizard uses.

Madame Morrible: Mozus Trein

Again, very similar vibe to Crowley playing The Wizard. I think he'd fit that older, more experienced teacher who very obviously has favorites. He's kind and takes care of his students, but he's selective about who he shows this side to. I can see him developing a sweet relationship with Malleus before the big reveal, and I can also see him working with Crowley behind everyone's back. I also think that, out of everyone, he'd be a decent manipulator, especially for someone like Cater.

Doctor Dillamond: Lilia Vanrouge

I almost went with someone else, but I just cound't stop thinking about this. In-game, Lilia is the one to take Malleus in and give him a home. In Wicked, Dillamond is the first person to show Elphaba genuine kindness. Lilia is the oldest of the students, and he's very wise and knowledgable, so him as a history teacher works well. I could also see him playing up the emotional aspect when Dillamond gets taken away. I also think Lilia would enjoy getting into costume for Dillamond, but that's not very important to the character.

[kalinara]

(A+X #18)

This post is a rerun. If you scroll back twelve years on this tumblr, you're going to see these exact panels. But I was reminded of it when @rei-ismyname posted this review of X-Women.

So for some context, this is part of a series that plays with team ups of Avengers and X-Men characters post Avengers vs. X-Men.

Scott Summers and Steve Rogers was a natural team-up as they're both leader types who generally act with restraint and try to be idealists and sometimes fall short but never maliciously.

There's a natural source of tension too. Steve is a law-and-order type (except when he isn't.) And Scott, at this point in time, is a fugitive Mutant revolutionary who had (under Phoenix possession) killed Charles Xavier.

They actually do work together pretty well. But this is the ending of the story. Where you have both characters coming to blows because Steve wants Scott to submit to arrest and trial.

Presumably in the meantime, Scott is supposed to go back to that prison run by a human supremacist who put him in a shock collar, tortured him, tried to have other prisoners murder him, and got a comparatively innocent young civilian murdered instead.

And then he's supposed to have a jury of his "peers". And Scott has a good question about whether those peers are supposed to be mutants, or whether they'll be human - you know, the people who generally are completely fine with the existence of genocidal robots who attack mutants immediately.

After a conflict that came about because the Avengers (led by Steve) invaded Utopia's sovereign soil and demanded a child, then an Avenger (Tony Stark) split the Phoenix, causing five unprepared people to suddenly be forced to be Phoenix hosts.

And the whole need for the Phoenix came about because an Avenger (Wanda Maximoff) decimated the mutant race. I like Wanda, and acknowledge that since then she's more than made up for it. But at the time, the question was valid: where was HER trial by jury?

Okay, I reluctantly admit that Steve Rogers has his own flaws and blind spots. He could genuinely believe that Scott would get a fair trial and that justice would be served. He might think he can ensure an imprisonment that doesn't involve brutality. But since he doesn't SAY those things, he just looks like a cartoon here.

And that's not even getting into the callousness of the observers. Let's let them "have their moment", as though they're just fighting over whose turn it is to buy dinner, and not whether or not one of them should go back to be tortured in prison.

I actually mostly liked A vs. X (the X-Men parts anyway), and I loved most of the aftermath stuff. And I even loved the vast majority of this team up. But this wasn't a funny ending. Sorry.

...okay, the cowboy hat is pretty funny. I'll give them that.

[futchknopfler]

@carbuckety Hi, I actually ended up writing way too much for a reply so i had to make it a separate post instead. I am so sorry for how long this ended up being. My attempt to be concise was over taken by a need to share quotes from both of them about each other. Knopfylan below:

So, originally Bob Dylan and Mark Knopfler (from dire straits) became like a crack ship to me because while I was reading Myles palmers unauthorised biography on Mark, he used a quote from Dylan that said:

“this is the easiest record I have ever made because of Mark Knopfler. He understood the songs so well; of course, he’s a songwriter himself, you know, and one of the most sensitive guitar players around. He encouraged me to go to the studio when I didn’t feel like it, when I’d had rather been some place else. Actually, we’re soul mates. As far as guitar playing goes, he never steps all over me with his fancy licks, Yeah, Mark was incredible he helped me make this record in a thousand ways.” – Bob Dylan, 1983 (no idea which interview this is from as Myles doesn’t say sorry! But I have seen it around online before)

For context, Mark was chosen to be the producer on Bobs album infidels (by Dylan), and from what I had heard from interviews and antidotes about the sessions from Marks POV was nothing like this (que classic Dylan moment). I knew Mark was a huge fan of Dylan from a young age (he used to try and dress and act like him at 13, something about drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes and copying his style) and its clear from his discography with dire straits his rough vocals are in part, inspired by Dylan. But I was severely unaware of how deep their affinity to each other went.

Especially because it was actually Dylan who cornered him when they first met after he saw Dire Straits gig at the Roxy in 1979 and invited Mark back to his hotel to jam. John Illsey, the bassist of Dire Straits outlined their meeting in his biography saying,

“We all drift back to the bar, we get beers, and we start talking. Dylan is very interested in Mark’s songs and his distinctive playing style. In spite of being the heart of the band, and quite literally center stage, Mark isn’t crazy about being the center of attention. He’s shy and modest. But who’s going to mind the spotlight if it’s being beamed by one of the great figures of the twentieth century, the crown prince of sixties counterculture? After a time, I leave them to it, to talk guitar and songcraft… Toward the end of the night, the party starting to break up a little, Bob Dylan’s still there, still talking. He says, “They put you up at the Sunset, I guess.” We nod. “Me too—why don’t we hang out back there?” –  My Life in Dire Straits by John Illsley 2021

Which is what lead to Mark and Pick (the dire straits drummer) recording on Dylans album 1979 Slow Train Coming.

Theres a lot of funny anecdotes across just those two instances of working together alone, just listing off the top of my head, when Mark and Dylan went out of the studio while working on slow train coming they ran into fans and mark was shocked to find out that Dylan is a notorious liar and lies to people all the time, which is very funny to me. Another one is Bob showing up to Marks house unannounced when he wasn’t there to ask him to be his producer, as Mark was not there, Bob sat awkwardly with Marks then wife before leaving shortly after.

It wasn’t until I started reading more about both of them that I kind of felt like well, it seems obvious that they would be a rare pair, one in which Dylan would always show up unannounced (again classic Dylan) and Mark would just happily play along, but it’s not like, that insane. But then I ended up reading a few more Mark interviews where he spoke about his protectiveness for Bob,

“He means a great deal to me. I was about 11 when I heard 'The Times They Are A-Changing' and it made absolute sense to me. Then I loved it when he went electric. Totally. I saw him at Newcastle City Hall on the 1966 tour, and I was filled with anger against the fundamentalists who booed him and walked out halfway through…

So I’ve always felt protective of Bob. The first time I met him I felt like putting my arm round his shoulders because... I think he’s always had a difficult life, being deified virtually since he was a kid. I remember one night when we were recording Slow Train Coming at Muscle Shoals. Some fans camped outside the studio and when we came out this guy approached him with these Manson eyes (he takes a deep breath as if sensing the tension of the moment all over again). ‘Hi, Bob.’ It was OK. Bob said a few words. It’s just... difficult.

I remember I hired this old convertible and drove to Santa Monica to run down songs with Bob thinking, ‘This is it, this is really groovy’. And I was just wearing a vest and I got sunburnt (laughs an inner laugh, perhaps at the Icarus-style symbolism). I suppose it was daft the way that I felt because the world is full of people who don’t give a damn about me, never did and never will, but for me at the time it meant something. I felt I’d been through a few tough places to get there." – Mark Knopfler in MOJO, May 1996

And from a joke I kind of ended up enjoying them as a pairing, like they do like each other a lot despite also not always understanding each other (oh yeah did I mention Mark is very clearly very autistic? Lol) and its like well maybe gay sex would have fixed the infidels recording sessions. Probably not, but I like to think Bob also would agree it might have. They went on tour together again as recent as 2012 btw… like the old man yaoi possibilities here are endless. And how can you not think rpf thoughts when you have little stores like this:

“I was living half the time in New York and half in London. I think Bob quite liked walking the streets of Greenwich Village again. He used to come round to our house on Bank Street armed against the cold in a fur hat, long blue cashmere coat and biker boots. I’d make a pot of coffee and we’d play pool.” – Mark Knopfler, rolling stone 2009

So yeah, that’s my very brief little overview of how I discovered this beautiful gem of a rare pair and now I always send my findings of it to robin (sorry). It was also a funny juxtaposition after reading so much about Dylarrison to see Dylan become the pursuer, despite mark being such a fan. Beautiful, beautiful things happening in the spiderweb that is Bob Dylans web of rpf.

[gerardsbest]

Our Lady of Sorrows

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Chapter 6

Relationship: Gerard Way x Reader. Frank Iero x Reader

Tags: love triangles, slow burn, meet-cute, angst, fluff, falling in love, unrequited love, love confessions, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, awkward flirting, love at first sight

Summary: Gerard goes to a venue hosting local artists on a whim one day and sees you. Completely enamoured, he makes it his mission to see you again.

You see him, too. And you wonder what made him stand so close to the stage.

Frank sees the both of you.

(or the formation of mcr but you're there, and you have a special bond with gerard. frank is your long time friend, and the reason you got into music)

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"Oh my god! Your face! Are you alright? How did this happen?!"

You and Frank looked to each other, then back at the band. They had been in the midst of getting ready for practice when the two of you walked in; which after doing so, and after Maggie oh-so loudly exclaimed, they dropped whatever they were holding and came running. It would have been a little funny if it weren't for the context of the situation.

"It's..." You began— the classic thing to do here would be to just say "nothing" or make up some kind of excuse or both, but you didn't want to do that.

This was the sort of thing that shouldn't be buried like you were ashamed it happened or anything. What was real was the fact that it happened. It happened and it was all kinds of shitty and whenever you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but stop and stare at how this stain was on your face, but that didn't mean you're ashamed by it.

So, you sighed and just spoke the truth, "My boyfriend and I got into it last night."

Maggie, as expressive as she was, gasped while the rest of the band just had these sullen faces to them. Grace in particular put her hand on your shoulder and firmly but gently asked, "Did he do anything else?"

"No. I got out of the car and the rest is history. This one here drove me home, though." You elbowed Frank.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry... are you still able to practice today? It's totally understandable if not." 

You shook your head, "James, c'mon, I'm all good. And look, the last thing I want is to let that loser have control over my life after our relationship ended, so I want to continue on like normal. It's not like I'm telling you guys to not acknowledge it or act like it didn't happen because it did and I've come to terms with that, but it doesn't define me, y'know?"

That statement earned a few nods. You could tell that a few questions were in the air still, but no one pried. Not yet, anyway. 

"So," You spoke loudly, clapping your hands together. "What's new?"

Glances were exchanged, Chase in particular looked like he wanted to say something. That's how you knew this must be something big since he tended to be the bearer of news regarding the band, whether good or bad. You nudged him, "What's up?" You asked, trying to not let your concern be known. "Is it bad?"

"No, not in the slightest..."

You sighed in relief, "Then what is it? Don't keep me hanging here."

"Well..." Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. 

You took it from him and gulped. It looked official, or maybe that was just your delusions talking. You felt Frank shuffle closer and lean over your shoulder so he could see before slowly opening it.

The letter was long, but what immediately caught your eye was the logo for Eyeball Records being on the top left corner. Your heart skipped a beat as you read through it; if you were being honest, you skimmed through it a little but the purpose of it was still clear.

You were signed. Officially.

"Oh my god! We're signed!" You ended up dropping the thing in excitement but that didn't seem to matter. Despite the somber start, this news seemed to ignite the fire back in everyone.

Frank hugged you right away, full on embracing you as he sputtered a slew of "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit". Of course, you hugged him back, or tried to because the nerves made your limbs feel all weird and weak— like that numb feeling after getting a bunch of those mandated flu shots in school— so ended up just awkwardly slumping against him instead.

Still, Frank supported your weight, even as the rest of the band joined in and the whole thing became a messy group hug. 

The burden of everyone made you stumble, then you quickly tried to blurt, "Wait, guys, I think I'm gonna—"

But it was too late. You toppled, and when you did, everyone else did as well like a pile of bricks. Six bodies came crashing down onto the floor, but there weren't any casualties since all the instruments were thankfully out of the way. 

Everyone groaned and moaned about various parts of their bodies hurting— Grace landed right on her ass, Chase hit his elbow against the edge of a speaker, James nicked a tiny piece of skin from his finger after it scraped against the floor, and Maggie was fine, somehow. As for you and Frank, because he was hugging you, he ended up cushioning your fall but took the brunt of the damage.

"You're gonna be liable if I can't play the guitar anymore." Frank complained, practically whining. Even so, he was still holding onto you as you laid together since no one wanted to get up, apparently. 

"Hey, not my fault..." You chuckled. "But are you okay?"

"Just fine. I've had injuries ten times worse from performing."

You snorted, "You're a real health hazard when you're playing the guitar, y'know. I don't know how your bandmates haven't gone to the hospital yet."

"Don't start praying."

"I wouldn't dare."

You were all still staying put on the cold, wooden floor. The practice rented out practice room was quite cheap, hence the place not having any pleasantries like heating or air conditioning during the summer. Sometimes, it would get so bad that you all would just cut your losses and practice in someone's room instead; it was cramped, but it was better than freezing to death or suffocating from the Jersey heat.

"I can't believe we're signed. Can you guys still believe it? After only a few months, we're signed." You said after a while, and was met with a handful of dreamy sighs as well as variations of "I know, right?"

"And I can't believe that I'm here to revel in your guys' glory when I'm not even a part of this band." Frank added.

"You're an honorary member, Frank." You said.

"True that."

"Plus, we'll be label-buddies." Grace reminded.

Your eyes went wide and you lifted yourself up to look at Frank directly, "Right! We're label-buddies."

Frank smiled lightheartedly, a tiny giggle following. His eyes were a hazel-green, but under fluorescent light like this, they tend to appear more bright and green. You watched as they darted around, clearly trying not to fixate on the imprint on your cheek. 

"It's okay." You whispered.

You never specified "what" was okay, but Frank knew and you also knew. Frank looked like he wanted to say something, you hoped it wasn't an apology because him apologizing would mean he did something wrong. 

Then, he opened his mouth and you just shot up. It was a sort of shitty move, but you swore you could see him about to form the word "I'm—" so you cut him off.

"Okay! Let's get practice started, hm? We wasted precious time just laying here like a bunch of roadkill."

That part was true, and you all had this space for only an hour-thirty more so everyone got up quite quickly. You helped Frank, though, extending your hand and even dusting a little speck off his hair.

"Gonna stay and watch?" You asked.

Frank made a face like you just asked him what the color of an orange was, "Duh." He said dismissively, rolling his eyes.

🦇

Gerard felt like he couldn't be normal again. 

From school to his home to the park to the grocery store and anywhere he might have frequented in between, Gerard thought about the night he gave you the drawing, it had only been four days since then, but it might as well have been years with how surreal it felt. And Gerard knew he shouldn't feel like that because you were you and he was himself. A.K.A. you were a normal girl just like he was a normal dude. 

You were a person he could contact at any time since Mikey had your email, and Gerard would be lying if he said he hadn't been mulling over whether or not to send you a message over these long four days. 

To send you a message or not send you a message, that was the question. There were pros and cons to each option.

The pros were that Gerard could gain a new friend, and that was always good. He might not know you too well (at all, really) but if he got to know you, he was sure you'd be lovely. 

The cons were that none of that could happen and you'd be entirely uninterested, or perhaps he was looking at this too optimistically and the two of you would in fact, not mesh well in the end.

Gerard would have to think about it some more.

As for now, he was back to being on the couch with Mikey. Most of their days were spent like this if nothing exciting was happening like a concert or a new video game dropping. 

Then, out of nowhere, Mikey mentioned that you'd be stopping by for a moment by simply stating, "She borrowed my calculator and is gonna swing by around eight."

Now, that wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for what he said next, which was, "But I promised I'd help my friend with something so could you grab it for me?"

Gerard gawked at him, "Me?" He asked.

"Yes...?"

"Why me?"

"Why... not?"

"I..."

Hm. Gerard had no response to that. In fact, he had no excuse as to why he'd feel this way so he quickly retracted, "Never mind, I'll do it. Eight, right?"

Mikey gave him a weird look, but ended up just nodding before going back to watching the TV.

At seven-thirty, he had to leave, but wasted like ten minutes trying to find his keys - at a certain point, Gerard had to get up and help him look. They must have turned the living room and kitchen upside down before Mikey stuck his hand down the crack of the couch cushion out of whim and pulled out his keys which were covered in lint.

That made them laugh for a bit, and Gerard saw him off at the door afterwards. Now, it was just him alone and it would be twenty minutes more until you arrived.

While he was sitting on the couch, Gerard couldn't help but wonder, Should I do something? Prepare a snack, maybe? Mikey did say that she'd only "swing by", so it's not a visit or anything. I'm probably thinking about this too hard.

Gerard tried to leave it at that, but he couldn't help but notice how messy the living room had gotten while he and Mikey were scavenging for Mikey's keys. Even if you'd only stop for a minute or two, Gerard still wanted your second impression of the place to be a good one so he began cleaning. 

I'll only tidy up what we made misplaced. Gerard decided as he got up to put the pillows back on the couch.

Then, he realized the kitchen was well within view from the door so he had to neaten that up, too. Gerard put the pills back in the pillbox, closed the silverware drawer, swung the cabinet doors shut, and put whatever else that was strewn on the countertop in the pantry.

By the time he noticed that some of the coats and scarves had been taken off the rack while Mikey bumped into them when he left in a hurry, the doorbell rang.

Gerard practically ran to the door, but paused for a second to smooth down a part of his hair before turning the knob. 

"Hey." He said when he finally opened it, almost breathless.

You stood there for a moment, blanking, eyes wide since this clearly wasn't Mikey. Gerard tried to smile, but he was afraid it probably came across as the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, showing a bit of teeth while doing so.

"Oh, hey!" You exclaimed, brightening up. "It's you, Gerard."

Gerard nodded. It was the bare minimum that you remembered his name, but he was happy about it nonetheless, "Yep, it's me, Gerard."

You chuckled, "How've you been?"

"Pretty great, actually. I just finished this project of mine and handed it in today, so."

"That's awesome! That reminds me, Mikey and I are gonna finish up our project soon, too. I'm just here to return his calculator," You explained, reaching into your bag to pull the item out. Gerard held back a laugh as he retrieved it because the thing was just so Mikey— scratched up, looking like he should seriously just let it go, with a few faded stickers here and there. Anyway, you continued, "Speaking of, where is he?"

"Funny story, actually... he's sort of... out right now? His friend needed something or whatever, so he told me to get this from you." Gerard gestured towards the calculator.

"Ah, I see. Well, here, then."

You'd already given it to him and Gerard had taken it so the interaction should have ended there; except, you didn't leave right away. It was sort of hard to see your face since the porch light was indefinitely broken, but the silhouette of your body was still there clearly. Gerard waited as he tucked Mikey's calculator into his pocket, thinking you might say something.

And you did, eventually, after a minute, "Hey, is that The Nanny playing right now?"

You pointed to the TV that was just in view right past the door and Gerard turned— indeed, the nineties sitcom was playing. He didn't know how you could have spotted that, but you did.

"Oh, yeah, it is. Are you a fan of it?"

"Totally! I grew up with sitcoms, y'know? All the greats. Friends, Boy Meets World, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Saved by the Bell... they really gave me unrealistic expectations about the world, but they were and still are a comfort to me nonetheless."

"That's cool. Yeah, sitcoms weren't my scene, I was more of a cartoon kind of guy. They also gave me unrealistic expectations of the world, though," Gerard admitted, and you let out this sort of "mmm" kind of noise in agreement. That's when he suddenly blurted. "Wanna hang out for a bit? I haven't watched this show, so maybe you can tell me about it."

What was this? Gerard was scaring himself a bit. He thought that talking to you would be so much more difficult, especially after that horribly cringeworthy first encounter, but it wasn't. You were making it incredibly easy and this simple conversation was just that because of it. Simple. Something between two friends.

You probably looked taken aback, Gerard wouldn't know since he only saw the faintest view of your eyes and mouth through the small cracks in the shadows.

"I'd love to," You answered, though, right as his nerves felt like they were about to be set aflame. "Are you a shoes on or a shoes off kind of household?"

"Whatever you please."

Taking your shoes off, you came in and Gerard could finally see you in the light.

There you were. Bright-eyed and glowing even off-stage, just as pretty as when he'd drawn you if not even more so. But there was something wrong, a detail he picked up right away— your face, your cheek, it was bruised. Faint, but bruised nonetheless in subtle purples and blues which formed the outline of a handprint.  

Gerard sucked in his breath. 

What should I do? Should I ask? Gerard thought rapidly as he quickly shuffled away to close the door. I shouldn't, right? We're not close enough. We just met, actually, if you really look at it. I'd be crossing a boundary here.

"... Are you wondering about what happened?"

"Huh?" Gerard was sweating now.

You smiled while taking your jacket off, "It's fine, I'm not offended. C'mon, let's sit down."

Despite this being his house, Gerard suddenly felt like a stranger in it. You sat down first and he did so after, leaving a few inches of space in between.

In front of the TV light, the bruise was even more prominent and Gerard was looking right at it. 

It looked so angry. Any mark of this nature, would, but this one especially so. Unlike any other kind of bruise, this was clearly in the shape of a hand; irrevocably manmade and wholly out of place on the peaceful visage that was your face. Gerard winced— how hard were you hit for it to have left such an imprint? You definitely didn't have this the night he gave you the drawing, so it was recent. He couldn't imagine you having enemies, especially not of this level of fervor to have assaulted you this way. Was it a wild fan? A random attack on the street? Someone on campus?

"It was my boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, I should say." You answered for him, criss-crossing your legs and keeping your eyes glued to the screen. To the sitcom of your childhood, presumably, to the show that gave you "unrealistic expectations about the world".

"I'm so sorry." Gerard said because it felt like the only thing to say.

Your boyfriend did that. Not a stranger, not some drunkard, not someone who hated you. 

Gerard clenched his fist, and he felt it appropriate to look away now but he still spoke, "Him being the one to do this to you must have been the biggest hurt of all."

You didn't say anything for a while. You just kept watching the show.

The episode was already halfway over and the plot fell to cluelessness for Gerard since he'd never seen it before. From what he could gather, who he assumed to be the main character was getting dressed up for some kind of special event at the moment, as evident by the incredibly extravagant and sparkly white-gold gown she was wearing.

When the outfit appeared, you stifled a chuckle, "I've always wanted to wear something like this when I was younger. I might not look it, but I quite love the subject of fashion."

"I could tell from that dress you wore. It's handmade, right?"

"Yeah, it is."

"I had a feeling since it looked like it was made with love."

"That's really sweet of you... I thrifted the whole thing and spent days gluing on those stupid rhinestones— my fingertips had blisters for days from the hot glue," You were laughing, Gerard snuck a peak because he wanted to see the face you were making. "Most of those little suckers have probably fallen off by now. I wanted to have a nineties feel to it, though, since the whole era was a period of great fashion muses."

Gerard marvelled at that, "What a lovely way to put it.

"Is it?"

"You have a very eloquent way of speaking."

"Thank you. So do you."

"Do I?"

Gerard never would have thought to describe himself as "eloquent"— probably more like a smidge poetic at best and just above average at worst. Not eloquent. You were the first person to have said that about him.

"You were right about what you said; the fact that it was him did hurt more than anything else. But I don't want to let this moment define me. I've been trying to follow this philosophy of mine, to live this whole thing down since it happened and I can't change that but not to let it affect my life drastically. I can allow myself to feel my emotions as they come, but they aren't me."

"Because you're more than that."

For the first time since you sat down, you stopped looking at the TV and instead, turned your head towards him instead. Gerard did the same.

"What did I say? Eloquent way of speaking." You smiled, gentle like a flower.

Gerard tried not to get bashful over that. Whatever confidence he was exuding up until this point crumbled because you were staring so directly into his eyes that he felt like he would just be sucked right in. The drawing he made might have been accurate, but it was nothing compared to the real deal. 

"Anyway," You finally broke apart and went back to watching the screen. "I thought you should know this and I wanted to tell this to you since you're our number one fan, but we finally got signed to an actual label."

"Wow!" Gerard gasped. "That's fantastic! Which one is it?"

"Eyeball Records. Have you heard of them?"

Gerard shook his head.

"Yeah, they're pretty small, but my best friend is also signed with them so I'm happy to be label-mates with him."

"Even better. I'm so happy for you."

For the second time, you looked at him, but this time you had a purpose. You were analyzing him. Gerard stiffened, feeling like he shouldn't move. 

"It's strange," You concluded. "I feel like I can talk to you so freely. I mean, I came here expecting to just drop off MIkey's calculator then go on my merry way home but instead, here I am with you, having this conversation even though we've barely just met. I didn't overwhelm you, did I?"

Gerard was quick to assure you, "No you didn't at all! And if I'm being honest... I thought the same. You make conversations easier."

"Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you."

Both of you cracked a grin. This third encounter instead felt like the three-hundredth. 

"Oh, and by the way, I keep your drawing in my wallet," You said proudly while patting your bag which had been left on the coffee table. "I wasn't lying when I said it was the nicest thing anyone had done for me."

Gerard reddened, "In your wallet...? Dang."

"I feel like I should give something back to you."

"Please don't feel pressured to. Like I said, it'd be shitty of me to expect anything back."

You hummed for a moment, in thought, "Then... how about this? As your friend, I want to give you a gift as well. There."

Your friend.

He was your friend.

"Good enough for you, Gerard?"

"... Good enough for me."

You stuck your hand out for a handshake and Gerard obliged. 

A friendship was formed that night. It was stupid to talk about it like it was some kind of official event or this dramatic landmark, but that's what it felt like. This moment was the culmination of the night he first saw you on the stage and was entranced by how you were. Your quality. This mystifying aspect of you that just drew him in; and now, Gerard found comfort in knowing that you were as normal as he was. You were still incredibly beguiling, but in a way that felt more personal. 

[mierstaer]

Since it’s jetko week, do you any hc about jetko ? Any hot takes about jetko ? Any specific thoughts ?

hey anon !

i think that my fav hc jetko would have to be either Jet becoming his personal bodyguard, first as an attempt to “keep the new Firelord in check” and then in an attempt to just protect Zuko when he sees how often Zuko’s life is threatened by him being the new Firelord.

or Jet & Zuko living together far from any big cities, with a big family, after abolishing the FN monarchy. it’s probably the least realistic one but it’s I think the one where both get that they deserve : a peaceful life, filled with love and happiness.

now if we’re speaking about hot takes, i posted this thread on x bc anon inspired me to put my thoughts on paper so I’m just gonna copy past it here

it’s not specifically jetko thoughts but I do think that the fandom tends to be too harsh on Jet & Zuko in one specific episode. and for me that’s City of Walls and Secret.

now don’t get me wrong. yes, Zuko was lying about his identity, yes Jet was stalking two people and started a fight, but that’s really, textually, not that bad. Jet is traumatised, paranoid and stressed so when he has the slightest hint that maybe Iroh might be a firbender he’s TERRIFIED literally and every single part of his brain that might think rationally just doesn’t work anymore. and that’s perfectly understandable given what happened to him.

that’s doesn’t make it 100% ok since, yeah they are so many EK citizens that might come from colonies, with mixed heritage, or with fn ancestry that might make them a firebender without being fire nation, and Jet had no way of being sure about this. but as I said his reaction is textually completely understandable.

now for Zuko, he would be in mortal danger if his identity was revealed (which people tend to forget) and he cannot afford to give up on his secret identity for a boy he barely knows. I know y’all like to make it big by saying he kind of betrayed jet’s trust, but jetko, as much as I love it spent max a few days together on the ferry, and that’s it. that’s literally it.

zuko even declines Jet’s offer because he cannot afford being close to someone when he is hiding his identity. cuz it would be risky, it would be even more lying, etc. it’s perfectly understandable and sincerely it funny that out of all the horrible things Zuko did it’s often that one that people will point out. I know that canon divergent jetko au might use that angst potential with Zuko lying to Jet but in canon it’s really not that deep. if he doesn’t lie = he dies/or gets imprisoned at BEST. if he does lie, he gets a chance at surviving both the EK and the FN. and that’s basically it.

as much as it is a popular trope to make Zuko or Jet guilty in jetko fics, I really don’t like it because canon jetko and fanon jetko are really two different things. canon jetko isn’t about betrayal. it’s more about how two severely flawed and traumatised teenagers start to form somehow a friendship because of how similar they are, but the instance of war, trauma and the sick need of survival get between them and tore them apart before they start to remotely form a meaningful relationship.

like in canon these two boys owe each other NOTHING. and I mean it. no Jet doesn’t owe Zuko his trust and no Zuko doesn’t owe Jet his honesty. not in that specific context. and that’s something that a lot of people don’t get about these two in canon

people even fail to realise that Jet’s lack of trust and hostility towards even the slightest hint of firebending & zuko trying to survive, burying his honesty to do so, are wonderful parallels that could be exploited in fics. not necessarily the “you lied/you attacked me” but just the “I had no other choice, I’m sorry” which is so much more tragic.

I would add that this specific trope of “Zuko earning Jet’s forgiveness” when it one sided doesn’t work for me. it works for ships like maiko or zukka, and especially zutara, but not really jetko. at least not if it isn’t reciprocated. like both guys did horrible things but none of these “horrible things” were directed towards eachother.

what happened in BSS is ultimately tragic because both didn’t had another choice. both were clinging on the idea of surviving. both were terrified by what could happen to them. DO YOU SEE HOW TRAGIC THAT IS 😔

[peachsayshi]

i’m not so big on pregnancy-related things etc. but. . . i really was just having some deep thoughts about an idea with heian era sukuna & a concubine of his. she’s the first of all concubines he’s been with to actually end up pregnant — meaning she’s the one bearing the king of curses’ firstborn.

and she probably wasn’t even with him as long as the others — maybe only for a couple months, at the least. but it’s her body that was special enough, strong enough to carry his seed. i’d take it’s unexpected for her too, with the context that she became his concubine out of the sheer conclusion she had nothing else to live for.

so this baby changes everything but it’s also horrifying because pregnancy means this concubine is being hit with something that she’s never learned to bear before. (as if putting up with sukuna was easy as is.) she’s probably a person who keeps to herself a lot, still hasn’t adjusted well to this life!

i imagine sukuna is just sukuna about it. i think he’d be more possessive over this concubine — keep her to himself more, have her sleep with him in his bed, etc etc. (maybe just maybe the both of them feel that attachment towards one another, perhaps more so the concubine because sukuna’s all she has now. and let’s say she wants to help raise this child too—) on top of it he’s expectant and so sure of having a son to be a rightful heir. but instead when the concubine gives birth — the king of curses’ firstborn is a daughter. (fate is just kinda funny that way idk!)

also bonus for dad!kuna. im so sorry im jus rambling atp LOLLL

nonnie!! I am squealing over this! this is generally my thought process when I write out anything for dad sukuna regarding him and his concubine, especially because his concubine is capable enough to carry his child. I alluded to that in the most recent part of my dad sukuna story - but honestly? I always pictured sukuna as a boy dad that I never thought of his first born as a daughter!!

his daughter may look like you, but her attitude is all sukuna and he falls in love with her instantly! and of course an attachment forms (it was already starting before his fiery little girl came into this world) but more so now whenever sukuna sees the two of you together 🥺 he wasn't even sure if he was capable of feeling any type of softness until he started witnessing these moments of domestic bliss.

can you imagine him coming home after a night of terrorizing humans and sorcerers alike, only to find you and his girl snuggled up in his bed?

oh, how that man would melt instantly!! 😭

[jowiththeflow]

And just a week later we're meeting again 🤭

Where do I even begin with this new chapter? Let's get Geto out of the way 🙄 Riko was so real for being annoyed at him. He just spouts the same party line but doesn't truly mean that and saying that to someone you saved? If I was her I'd think I was weak too.

Now onto Satoru and Yuuji 🤭 they make me laugh every time you put them together. They're so funny. Satoru asking about Yuuji's domain and Yuuji being like 🙂‍↕️ decline to answer. So funny. Eventually he will have to tell them who he was a vessel to 💀 so far I believe only Yaga knows the most truth including Yuuji being Sukuna's vessel specifically. Back to domains, Yuuji gushing about Satoru's to him was adorable.

Haibara showing up and Yuuji immediately realizing that this guy most likely died but can't give that away per se and Satoru also realizing and helping distract with Nanami showing up? Once again showing Yuuji how he cares in a way 🥺 Yuuji slipping up when he sees Nanami calling Satoru sensei and saying they could have been making fun of him when he kept Yuuji in his basement was hilarious. Out of context for both Haibara and Satoru making Satoru laugh at how absurd it was. Yuuji being excited to see Nanami and yelling his nickname? Which someone else pointed out in a comment and I agree with them that Satoru will eventually get jealous that Yuuji gave Nanami a nickname but he doesn't have one. Probably will flutter his eyelashes and whine to Yuuji that he needs a nickname too 😆

Let's move onto Satoru and Yuuji in Yuuji's bedroom 😉 loved everything about this. Satoru having a moment to himself wondering just what his other self did to have Yuuji let his guard down enough to take his sunglasses off and be comfortable about Satoru was nice. Yuuji avoiding the Geto talk while using Satoru's crush for him was perfect. Though I love how Satoru was like "is it different in the future when it comes to being gay" and Yuuji explaining that it's more common to hear about and see so that's why he's comfortable to talk about it. Again though Yuuji will have to talk about Kenny at some point 😬 especially if he wants to save them from him.

The whole dick conversation 💀 finally Satoru gets a reaction out of Yuuji. And Yuuji trying to distract himself by singing the pokemon song causing Satoru to jump was so funny. Shoko showing up and just 🧍🏻‍♀️ in the doorway like do I need to give you the talk? And Yuuji is desperate for her to leave saying they were fine? Priceless. That entire moment was priceless.

Thank you so much for the update 💖 I am in fact going to reread it again right now. I love Satoru and Yuuji's relationship development. I love how you write them. Also sorry not sorry for how long this ask is 💀 at this point I need to just dm you I fear 🤭also sorry for any spelling mistakes. I literally just woke up and saw you updated and immediately read the chapter lol

There you are! My life would be incomplete without your asks for every chapter!

I think this is another chapter that I kind of think of as filler, but it's also setup for a lot of important things. One of those things is Getou's character development. His arc is a really interesting one to me because of how particular the timing with it is. Satoru clearly objects to the way Suguru thinks about the purpose of the jujutsu sorcerer, but objections from someone equally morally bankrupt about your moral bankruptcy. And Shoko is too removed to try to get into it with him. In canon he was eventually forced to grapple with his thought process, but the trauma of losing someone he was trying to save and also losing to someone he had deemed "lesser" pushed him towards the wrong answer, where the best solution was just to eradicate the people that hurt him. I gave myself a unique opportunity in this au by giving Riko the chance to confront him too.

And Yuuji and Satoru!! These two are fun to write. Though I meant what I said when I said having plot relevant dialogue with them is challenging lol. But there setup was really fun here, especially compared to what Yuuji actually says and what Satoru takes it as. Yuuji confesses that he gets Suguru’s face mixed up with his mother’s, Satoru gets too distracted by this to ask for clarification for why that happens in the first place, and in turn, Satoru just assumes that both Suguru and Yuuji’s mother held different but equally villainous presences in Yuuji’s life. Interesting, interesting. And that doesn’t really get into why Yuuji is trying to draw Kaori's face in the first place, does it?

As always, thanks so much for reading and sending me your ask!! I'm glad you loved the chapter. More to come :)

[fortemelody]

I'm bored so imma send an ask but what are your Amy Rose headcanons?

HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! i didn’t know how to answer it and then i got busy and then i forgot but i’m here now!

and tbh i still don’t entirely know how to answer it becus im not someone who makes headcannons very often. i usually just see some on my feed and be like “oh yeah that’s so them” and then immediately forget about it LMAO but i do have a couple even tho they are a bit basic and so i’ll try to describe those few in as great detail as possible

knuckles and amy are sibling 100%. they have that dynamic for sure! they train together and they tease each other. amy’s in the small demographic of few people he trusts too. many have also pointed out that they look similar and some people hc her as part echidna which im not really opposed to either

amy and shadow are definitely besties. whenever sonic is too stubborn to do “girly” things such as try on makeup for example, shadow would do that with her instead. he doesn’t care about his public image unlike sonic. music is something that brings them together too, seeing as we already know that they’re both swifties and went to hot honey! and she was the one who brought him back to his senses in the ending of SA2 (which btw im praying that the third movie has that scene aughdkftk). shadow has a clear soft spot for her that can only be brought out by amy. i feel like the next follow up question would be if i ship them and the answer is…not really?! i think it would be a situation where maybe amy is a bit touchy at times without realizing it and shadow blushes, or shadow does stuff to make sonic jealous (to clarify them hanging out in general is purely becus shadow wants to -not just an act so he can get back at sonic- but i think it would be funny if he would take the opportunity to brag about it when sonic gets on his nerves). i do not think either of them would actually date tho even with these one off situations and they are way better as platonic besties fr ong ‼️

this one is a bit random but i’ve always thought of amy being like… a starbucks addicted girly (in the world of mobius- not irl where they could possibly be funding a genocide 😭). and it’s kinda an ironic thing in my mind. yes, she’s the least ordinary girl you could get: wields a giant hammer, incredibly strong, is hyperfixated on and can use tarot cards as weapons, and has an indescribable intuition. however, calling back to the events of SA1, she really is just a normal hedgehog at the end of the day trying to lead a normal life. she had to learn all of these attributes, she wasn’t really born with an ability like the rest of team sonic. she also lived in an apartment for part of sonic x (i think?? haven’t watched the full series and i don’t remember everything) and actually liked it. so i think she would really enjoy simple more earth like customs. i think she honestly might be embarrassed of this fact too, seeing as she’s come all this way in her life just to resort to her old ways of living.

(…okay i’m gonna be honest that last one was a bit of a stretch and it originated from me and my friend calling her a basic white girl at one point as a joke LMAO but then i thought more about it and it kinda made sense once i put it into context)

the last one is a concept i kinda stole from a comic i saw a long time ago (i have no idea of the username- but if someone does lemme know). it was the idea that sonic started liking amy once she had started to move on, how the “chasing” kinda switched roles, and after she dialed down her “fangirling”. how sonic now wants her to be obsessed after she’s made so much progress in being her own person. i kinda wrote a fanfic based off of this and expanded upon my interpretation of it through amy’s POV. although i never posted it, i think the words i chose still capture it well so i’m just gonna copy and paste that:

“When Amy started to slowly change her childish and obnoxious mannerisms towards Sonic, he immediately felt more comfortable around her, and even started subtly reciprocating his feelings to her. Amy was obviously maturing no doubt about it, but she felt as if she had lost a part of herself in doing so. That side of her that would boldly protect and proclaim her love to him. That side to her that wouldn’t stop until she got her way. That side of her that was, as Jewel stated “…constantly following him”. She felt as if she had given up so much of her personality just to feel less incomplete, to have that soulmate she always dreamed about. On top of that, Sonic loved to come and go as he pleases. She knows that he was always going to be the adventuring type, but she wish more often that he would make an effort to chat or to invite her to tag along. Chaos knows when she tries to plan anything with him, she’s too paranoid for her own good, wondering if he’ll instantly interpret it as a date and chicken out.”

-different scene-

“Amy was surely blushing before, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that statement. She felt her heart beating, no, throbbing out of control. She looked like a full on tomato now. It’s always been her dream to dance with Sonic, but in the past he always ran away, so she gave up after several attempts. But this was the “new” her. He liked the “new” her, apparently enough to dance with him.”

(ik a lot of this doesn’t make sense without more context but uhhh this is getting too long already so if you wanna know details just DM me ig 💀)

and if it wasn’t obvious already- i take a lot of what is said in the twitter takeovers, tailstube, and idw comics to heart becus i think they have the most genuine and interesting versions of these characters and tell us about small details that we wouldn’t otherwise know. i not only make this info my hcs but also like to expand upon them and use them in my evidence- so that’s what most of the things i said above are referencing.

sooo yeah i think that’s all i got. sorry i guess a lot of these were more about dynamics of character interactions rather than amy herself… i hope that’s okay! tysm anon this was a lotta fun to answer and i hope to get more of these types of questions!!

[fabdante]

hi! i was tagged in this arcane questions trend by @robinainthood !! but it was getting kind of long so i made my own post! the post i was tagged in can be found here

Favorite girl: Jinx probably, this one is difficult but her design delights me

Favorite boy: Ekko!!

Least favorite character: Cait. I'm sorry I just asdfghj I just do not care for Cait

Favorite ship: Timebomb had me from like the get go

Least favorite ship: On a level I don't want to answer this but on another level it's anything with Cait in it. Like look asdfghj look Caits fine and all but also I just asdfghjk I don't care about Cait I'm sorry my fellow gays I just don't care about Cait sdfghjkl

Favorite side character: Sevika my beloved. I love a large woman with a nose.

Favorite song: Anything Woodkid did. I'm a big Woodkid girlie so, the Woodkid songs. I guess To Ashes and Blood first then Guns for Hire. Honorable mention to What Could Have Been

Favorite episode: Both episode 7's I think? I love an alternate universe episode and the bridge fight is so good. But like it's hard to pick a favorite episode honestly, especially since I haven't finished rewatching season 2 (my GF has not seen it yet and I was rewatching it with her and we stopped asdfghj, I've been meaning to get back to it when she's not awake however honestly so much happens I don't know if she could spoil herself without any context i should just keep going on my rewatch lmao)

Least favorite episode: The finale purely because I know they had to leave out a lot they wanted to put in there that they had to cut. I hate when people make a team do that. Like let them finish it how they wrote it?

Favorite duo: Any duo with Heimerdinger in it purely because he makes it so silly to me. I love everyone taking him very seriously and he's just like this small puppy man who has seen all the horrors. Honorable mentions: I like duos featuring Silco

and if crossovers are allowed, since I received an ask a little while ago about this, I have been very amused by the concept of a reboot crossover purely to make Jinx and Vergil work together because it'd go really badly and I think it'd be funny how much she'd hate him and how she would express such hatred because she's not allowed to kill him yet (she asked)

Favorite design: Impossible to pick they're all really good. I really like all the women with noses in particular. Like I really love Vi's face design in particular, her nose is perhaps subtle but like the nose bridge bump and everything like I will never forgive the fandom for not drawing her right asdfghj. All the women in particular are so well designed and so uniquely designed it's a delight. My favorite to draw though is Jinx because like it's all the hair. It's the hair. I love the hair I'm obsessed with her hair.

Least favorite design: Impossible to pick asdfghj they're all so good asdfghj but I guess if I have to pick I don't know if I like Ekko's alternate universe university outfit but idk if that's the outfits fault or just the fact the other Ekko design is cooler. And there's just something about like apocalypse wasteland Jayces outfit which upsets me and I could not tell you why.

Favorite scene: The Ekko's hesitation during the bridge fight like those few seconds specifically. Any scene in Silcos shark room because I like the shark room. The tea party, also very delightful. I LOVED all the little flash backs before the episodes that would play during season one also, I thought they were really clever.

Least favorite scene: I keep ragging on Cait I promise I don't hate her I just don't care much about her asdfghjk but like...the weird little music video bit for her mothers like burial? Like it felt...like they had a more ambitious idea in mind and instead went for this strange story board version because they ran out of time to do what they actually wanted. That just does not work for me. Some of season 2s other musical bits felt a little like this but not nearly to the same degree and felt a lot more integrated where as the Cait one just idk did not work for me asdfghjk I'm sorry Cait

anywho idk who else finished Arcane but if anyone else wants to do this feel free!!