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thelunarfairy · 8 months

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Hey hey hey! I'm not sure if no one has mentioned this, but I haven't personally seen this kind of thing, so here you go just my random ideas regarding the twins.

What drives me so crazy is the fact that in chapter 81, Tsukasa says after Yashiro returns, " Nene-chan and I are the same! ". I know that Tsukasa probably said that because Nene said he liked Amane, but for some reason I want to believe that there's more to that phrase than just sympathy for Amane. For example: In chapter 15, after Tsukasa's first appearance, Hanako emotionally pins Nane to the floor, but after a couple of seconds, he gets scared and recoils, apologizing. And for some reason, it seemed to me that by pinning Nene to the floor, Hanako felt that he was in the same position that he was in when he killed Tsukasa, which is why he was so scared and depressed.

Those are two little moments that I noticed, and in fact, after that I started to think that maybe the incident and the reason for killing Tsukasa would be revealed directly through Hanako and Nene's interactions, and Idk why, but it just inspired me.

Also, before I get it out of my head. When Amane gets sick, Tsukasa turns to the monster under their house, sacrificing the beasts to get what he wants. The monster or demon, whatever, acts just like Hanako-san, and I'd venture to guess that it was the very first form of Hanako-san even before the ghosts became more human (in terms of something along the lines of the devils that were in the village in the no.6 mystery arc), but my main association was that Tsukasa also begins to adopt the trappings of the no.7 mystery. He also offers to grant Amane his wishes, just as the creature under his house offered to grant Tsukasa's wishes, and it seems to me that if Amane wasn't meant to become the no.7 mystery, then Tsukasa was originally destined to become the no.7 mystery, while Amane committing suicide inadvertently ascribed such a fate to himself? Also, Tsukasa disappeared for an indefinite period of time on Amane's birthday, so I think the fact that he's been living and raised in a circle of baddies for a while could also explain his behavior now.

That's all I wanted to say for sure now. If it was inappropriate, just ignore it, pls.

This phrase from Tsukasa is a mystery to many people. I've seen some people saying that Tsukasa compared himself to Nene because he also loved him "romantically" - when they talked a lot about the theory of the abuse that Hanako suffered from his brother. (one of the old hypotheses)

Hanako is a very emotional boy, despite not saying how he feels he shows it a lot (even against his will) and that's exactly what happened. Hanako killed Tsukasa in that position (apparently) so when Tsukasa reappeared for the first time on the roof, Amane reacted desperately, he was sweating cold, his eyes were petrified, he swallowed hard and started crying. This boy was panicking, I wanted to hear his thoughts at that moment.

He remained motionless and didn't react when Tsukasa appeared, Yashiro threw herself forward to defend Hanako, when Tsukasa left Hanako finally reacted. He didn't see Yashiro there, he saw Tsukasa. Then he pulled her hard and threw her against the ground thinking it was Tsukasa. When Yashiro talks to him, Hanako realizes that she wasn't his younger brother, so he apologizes and leaves.

Apparently, Hanako hadn't seen Tsukasa in a long time, so when he reappeared he simply panicked. He didn't expect and didn't want to meet Tsukasa again, he killed his younger brother, and what does he do when he meets him again? Attacks in the same way as the first time. The problem is that he was so shocked that he didn't react immediately, he reacted later. If he had had an instant reaction, he would have thrown Tsukasa against the ground and they probably would have spoken, although Hanako made this sudden movement, he didn't attack using the knife, he kept looking at Yashiro (imagining it to be Tsukasa) while crying.

So you're right, Hanako reacted that way thinking it was Tsukasa (this just shows us how traumatized he is, because every time he meets Tsukasa he's still in shock, even if it's not the same as the first time he finds him again) Even Kou noticed this.

So let's compare.

Interesting, isn't it? Another interesting thing about this position is that Hanako uses it frequently with Yashiro, did you notice?

If you pay attention to this scene in chapter 39, you will notice that he did the same thing

So we return to Tsukasa's phrase "we are equal" this phrase was not thrown around for nothing. I've seen some people saying that Nene would have the same ending as Tsukasa because they two are really similar. Tsukasa and Yashiro have a very similar behavior pattern in some ways, so this sentence scares me a little. What if Hanako who loved his little brother so much and killed him, did the same for the girl he loves so much? The big question is, why?

So you suspecting that interactions between Yashiro and Hanako might reveal why he killed his younger brother makes sense. The problem is that if you really follow this path, it means that Yashiro will have the same ending as Tsukasa (maybe?)

WOOOOOOOOW I LIKE THIS HYPOTHESIS SO HARD XD

What if Tsukasa was the one who was supposed to become Hanako-san? This is perfect. We don't know what the creature looks like, even if it doesn't have a human appearance, generally it should have a shape, but it seems it doesn't. That's because she was inside Tsukasa, and apparently she also lives inside Amane.

There is a bond between the three, we know that the twins were ordinary humans, and the creature beneath the house (and the abyss) is seen as a God, as it grants wishes. But let's talk about Hanako-san from the legends.

The legend of Hanako-san has several stories about how she died and how she appears when summoned. I did a little research on this, although this legend is very similar to the legend that exists here in my country (almost identical) I noticed that some things could match your theory.

Let's skip the details that you already know about Hanako-san, so they say she could have died from taking her own life, from murder, a bomb, or from being sexually abused before she died.

Taking your own life fits with Hanako-kun's story, ok, let's continue, of all the ways it can be invoked, there is one that matches your hypothesis.

"Hanako-san, after being summoned, can respond with a hoarse voice, as if she were possessed by a demon, because in fact it is not a girl, but a supernatural person who tries to deceive you with the voice of a child, and she says "I'm here" and when you open the door you are faced with a monstrous creature"

If we combine these two parts of the legend "he took his own life" and "whoever opens the door is a demon" this theory makes sense. Hanako-san is a legend that changes over the years, so I can't know for sure if this is the most popular version (because I found many, many)

And the wishes, Hanako-san doesn't grant wishes in any version. The authors are intelligent, and they wouldn't use the legend for nothing to make it easier to predict hahaha

But don't worry, JSHK is like that, you fit a piece here and realize that it doesn't fit right with other pieces of the story. Remember that we are dealing with temporal paradox so this is common.

The twins' connection with Hanako-san is mysterious. It's true that it's possible that other supernaturals could take the 7 Mysteries' place by defeating them, but no one talks about the original Hanako-san. Kou already knew that it wasn't a girl and he also doesn't say if there was another one before Amane. He is from a family of exorcists, even if he wasn't born at the time, family members would mention it, right?

So we have Hanako-san and the God under the house. Are they the same creature? It's a possibility. But if Amane took Tsukasa's place, why does the legend of Hanako-san as a girl still exist? Amane has lived with this creature since he was 4 years old, if he had become Hanako-san from the legends, it wouldn't be Hanako-san, it would be Hanako-kun. Yashiro is surprised to discover that Hanako-san is a boy, which means that the information does not match.

But calm down, don't rule out the hypothesis yet, what if God used someone else? A girl, Hanako-san, and then for some reason Amane took her place?

This is very interesting.

We don't know if Tsukasa would be Hanako-san, the only thing we know is that he was going to stay in the red house and he only came back when he found out about his tragic future, so why would he become Hanako-san? He did not intend to return.

So even if Amane stayed alive and became an adult, Tsukasa wouldn't come back. He said that, he said he knew how to go back but he didn't want to. He only came back because Kou and Nene said that Amane was going to kill him in the future.

Tsukasa was in the red house with the creature and other supernaturals for 6 months, then he returned home. (These 6 months were outside the house, we don't know how time moves inside the red house)

So Tsukasa was missing for six months after his and Amane's anniversary before deciding to return.

Hanako-san probably has a more direct connection with Amane than with Tsukasa. We don't know the relationship Amane has with the creature, your hypothesis remains valid because of this point.

What if the God is Hanako-san and Amane joined him and became Hanako-kun for some specific purpose (because he grants wishes like the creature, I mean, almost) We don't really know how Amane grants wishes, he and Tsukasa don't seem to use the same method as God. The creature magically does what you want instantly and charges a life for it.

Not the twins, they do it on their own, and there is not always the possibility of them being able to do it (even using supernatural abilities). What they ask for in return is random, meaning they don't ask for anyone's life.

You remembered Aoi, didn't you? Yashiro's wished to extend her life, that power is not in Amane's hands, but who can accomplish this? God, of course, which is why Aoi is used as a sacrifice.

It's no wonder that number 6 was doing the same ritual that he did in the village that sacrificed young girls, they sacrificed directly to God. Amane accompanied Aoi on the train, he wanted to take her to the other side since number 6 couldn't.

So Amane asked God to fulfill Yashiro's wish (it's a hypothesis)

It's very interesting to think about the possibility of the God being Hanako-san, but we still need more information to be able to better fit this theory. We know that mysteries change with rumors, so this could have happened to Hanako-san too, but don't you find it curious that the rumor about Hanako is that he is a girl and even though he has this rumor he is still a boy?

Because you know, when a rumor changes, the supernatural is forced to change, whether it's their personality or appearance. Why was it different with Hanako? Why didn't he become a girl?

It's an interesting question.

So, I think your theory is very good! I really liked it and I will remember it! For now it's difficult to fit her into the story now, but we don't know in the future! Never discard a hypothesis until it is proven to be invalid. Let's wait for more information to arrive before we can draw more conclusions.

I'm still going to evaluate your theory further, so I may develop it better in the future and talk about it again. If you find more evidence in the future, you can share it with me if you want :3

I hope you liked it, thanks for the aks!

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thebreakfastgenie · 11 months

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'sometimes you do' for the WIP asks! (I may just know it under a different name but taking a gamble!) 💜

You know idk if we have talked about this one!

This was also one of my earliest MASH WIPs! Things have changed around a lot as I decided whether I wanted to include certain things in the same fic or branch out. This is the current version.

Shortly after he gets home, Hawkeye goes to see Tommy Gillis's parents. There's a bit about how Tommy's dad treats him as a man now, in a way he never did even after med school, because he's been to war. Tommy's parents give him Tommy's manuscript, which was returned to them with his other personal effects, and ask him to do something with it because they don't know what to do.

Hawkeye wants to finish it and publish it, and ends up publishing it as is, with an afterword explaining how he knew Tommy and what happened to him. He decides he needs to talk to someone who both met Tommy and was in Korea, and ends up going to see Trapper, who hasn't spoken to since he left. This is tense but it goes well. He publishes the book without telling anyone else from the 4077th, but he sends a copy to Father Mulcahy because he was there when Tommy died and did last rites.

He also talks to Amy Clark, his teacher friend from Letters, so I can develop the dynamic between his childhood friends a bit. In this fic, Tommy was gay (though his relationship with Hawkeye was always entirely platonic on both sides) but it only comes up briefly. I wanted to portray the grieving parents a bit.

I'm not sure quite where it ends up, so this might not be included, but I do imagine BJ sending him a letter like "uh you wrote a book??" I don't really want to get into the "does BJ know about Tommy" question in this fic, although in my head he probably does not (and neither does anyone else from the 4077th who wasn't there in season 1).

A bit from the beginning:

The first people he sees by choice are Harold and Alice Gillis. He knocks twice—they never replaced the doorbell after Tommy hit it with a baseball—and waits, studying his washed-out reflection in the glass pane of the Gillises’ storm door. He didn’t wear his uniform, and he wonders briefly if he should have. He hates the idea, but he thinks maybe it would be the appropriate thing to do, and he hates himself more for thinking it. His clothes are neat, but they’re old, and self-consciousness stabs at him in a way it never used to. A suit might be worse than the uniform, and he’s not sure he has one that fits, but still, he could have taken more care. Anyway, it’s too late now; he’s standing on the porch in an old flannel shirt and he can hear footsteps approaching. The door opens and Mrs. Gillis throws her arms around him, pulling him down, crushing him against her shoulder. His lungs fill with her cloying, rosy perfume—Tommy had helped his father choose it, one Christmas, and she’d never worn anything else since. His world is her set gray hair, the fuzz of her pink sweater, for well over a minute. She pulls back, finally, but she doesn’t release him; her fingertips dig into his biceps. “It’s so good to see you,” she says hoarsely. She’s already crying. More footsteps, then a man’s voice: “Well, Alice, aren’t you going to bring him inside?” Harold Gillis stands in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his corduroy slacks, yellow shirt neatly tucked in and buttoned all the way to the neck. He still combs his hair the same way he did in the thirties. Except for a few wrinkles, he’s exactly he way Hawkeye remembers him. It’s strange to see them this way—made up, in cheerful colors—grieving, but not bereaved. It’s been over a year, he realizes, since they buried their son. Time moved differently in Korea, where a year seemed to pass each day, and each year seemed over in minutes. He’s glad, suddenly, that he didn’t wear a suit, that he didn’t dress like he was going to a funeral. He missed the funeral, like so many other things.

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years.

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n”

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted.

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table.

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend-

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along.

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey.

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot-

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live.

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job.

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind.

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time.

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL-

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet-

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it.

“answer.”

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him.

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,,

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving.

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived-

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up.

#stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids yandere #skz yandere #anon #Cherrymail🍒

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Kemonomimi/Hybrid Darling - Genshin

Another January req ahhh, sorry this took me so long. This was the earliest but I got a ton of animal-girl asks after that one catgirl post, so, this was what I came up with.

I had too much fun with this. I wanted to go for a couple types of kemonomimi and the kind I think they'd like/work well with. And I tried to include some lesser-appreciated kemonomimi as well, and not just the standard cat, bunny and dog, although they're there. And some I had more than one I couldn't decide on so I did both.

This isn't exactly all yandere, it's more like mild-to-moderate dark content. Some of these are pretty wholesome and some get darker/have problematic content. The darker ones and hornier ones are beneath the cut. And some are a longer than others, I just had more thoughts on some.

TWs: fem reader, contains light-to-moderate ns//fw content, forced domestication of feral hybrids, hybrids are property, discussion of heats, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of non/dubcon, impregnation mentions, discrimination? Idk basically hybrids are looked down on/considered property, sexualization of animal traits, kidnapping/trapping, you get the idea, also kinda emotional abuse bc Scaramouche

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So worldbuilding, I'm thinking like... a universe of like, you know, kinda the same road we were going down with the catgirl thing, where hybrids are kinda seen as "lessers" and are essentially property. They're less intelligent than humans, some are domesticated, some are feral.

They're more or less treated exactly like actual dogs and cats and the like - they can be bred and sold as property, some are feral and live on the streets/in the wild, and generally if found, they're free real estate as long as you can care for them. I imagine anti-abuse laws exist, though.

Venti - cat

It's unfortunate, really, for him to fall in love with the one animal he can't be around. He likely takes in a stray, a little lost catgirl rummaging through trash outside the tavern or something like that, he takes pity on such a sweet creature and decides to hand you some food day after day. Living in the city, this catgirl is perfectly adjusted to human speech, so he just kind of offers to let you come with him. He doesn't really have any place to stay long term, but he lets you come with him throughout the day, and it's really a lot better than staying outside all by yourself.

But there's the obvious issue... that he's allergic to you. He invests in some really strong allergy medicine, likely commissions the alchemists to make some for him, just so he can be around you. Being the lenient owner he is, he still lets you roam around during the day, gets you a pretty little collar so that way you don't get lost and can't be returned. He likes showing you off to people, his pretty little kitty, and besides, people are weak to animals in general, so you end up earning him a bit of extra mora because you soften people's hearts and make them a bit more generous when giving him donations.

As a catgirl, you have a natural desire to be taken care of and owned, and given the immense amounts of freedoms you have, you don't ever really have a lot of conflict with him. It's a good life, honestly, one of the best that you could have gotten. ...There's still the slightest hints of yandere tendencies, though. You can't help but notice that the collar isn't a normal one that just clips, but has a lock and key so that you can't take it off. Just a subtle, little reminder that even if you wanted to leave... well, you know.

Chongyun - fox

Specially the arctic variety. It's hard to obtain, and he most likely has to pay a good deal for one, but he figures an arctic fox hybrid, which are very rare, is best suited for his lifestyle, so you won't be bothered by the cold. He's a little embarrassed of buying a hybrid, but to be honest he does intentionally seek one out, being the sexually repressed horny teenage boy he is, he's had more than one fantasy about them.

He's the sweetest. He takes good care of you, really, he's super into trying to be the best owner ever, you get the idea. He borrows books from Xingqiu on how to properly care for foxes, what food you like, etc. Since they're so rare, you're likely captured right out of the wild, and can't speak very well, so you work together on that. He spends a lot of time on care and grooming and the like, giving you baths and brushing your tail and hair. He likes the fluffy tail to be honest. It's... a thing for him.

He's slightly shy in terms of others seeing you, he tends to be a bit defensive and overprotective, especially because, he figures, you're so rare and expensive that someone might try to steal you away. This results in very limited contact with others, and limited freedoms. You can't roam around or anything, he keeps you by his side. He's ok with you staying with Xingqiu if necessary, but that's about it. He has a leash and will keep you on it anytime you're not securely inside.

Xingqiu - fox

Yeah, they match, he honestly decides to get one right around the same time as Chongyun because hey, if he's getting one, he might as well too. He goes for a more normal kind, but still somewhat an exotic pet as foxes are to begin with. Likely a red fox or a black fox hybrid. They're highly coveted and turn heads wherever you go, and let's be real, spoiled rich kid that he is, he loves his status symbols every now and then.

And speaking of status symbols, he invests a startling amount of money in a collar -- it's got jewels and gold and all that, has your name and his engraved into it, along with the commerce guild's emblem to make sure people know where to return you should anything happen. He likes to take you for walks in public, he's not too afraid of theft, since his house is well-secured, but he does keep you on a leash when you're outside.

It's a normal thing in the family, it's likely his brother also has a hybrid, so whenever one is gone, the other supervises, and lets the two hybrids play together or something. He won't take kindly to the idea of you potentially developing a fondness for his brother, though. If you do, or even if you're misbehaved in general, you lose estate-wandering privileges and end up in a cage until you can promise to be better.

Bennett - bear

Bear hybrids are, you see, notorious for being hard to domesticate. They can be pretty stubborn, clumsy, need to eat a lot, and, the primary factor that deters people from having them as pets, they hibernate. Most people can't afford to feed them as much as they need before hibernation, and don't want to keep a pet that sleeps several weeks at a time.

But as such, bear hybrids, unlike many catgirls and doggirls and the like, don't worry much about being taken or claimed as property, so they are more careless. They're... less fetishized than other hybrids. You don't have the long fluffy tail or big moving ears that humans tend to sexualize, you have a short stumpy tail and little round ears. Feral cat/dog/fox girls would never be so careless as to sleep out in the open, but you naively think you have nothing to worry about. But to him, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. He's seen plenty of catgirls and doggirls, but you're special.

Luckily for him, you're not moving a muscle, because he manages to catch you in said hibernation. He slips and falls directly into some cave, and you're just laying there. What incredible luck, he can't really believe something so fortunate would happen to him. And hibernation is so deep, you don't even wake up when you're being transported. He can't afford to bring you back home, since he doesn't have a place of his own, and his dads would never let him keep you, but he can't risk this little beargirl that he's fallen in love with at first sight getting away and never being seen again. So he drags you away to a little place where he once found himself trapped... The temple. He now knows how to operate the mechanisms keeping you trapped, so he can always get out and keep you in.

It's rather disorienting and frightening when you wake up in a completely different place than you fell asleep, but he's so sweet about it, you know? Insists that there's nothing to worry about, because sure, most people can't take care of a bear hybrid, but he will dedicate all his time and energy (and there's a lot of energy!) to keeping you happy and healthy.

After all, he's always finding food in chests rather than mora, and he frequently has beehives fall out of trees right on his head, which he'll bring back for you to eat, covered in stings. He assures you that if you were outside, you'd surely be mistaken for an animal and get hurt by hunters, this keeps you safe. He even brings back logs for you to scratch your claws on so they don't get too long. And he's not too restrictive, he'll take you for long walks in the woods. Unfortunately, your human side renders you still weaker than him, unlike an actual bear that could kill him in one blow, so you can't really get away. He'll do anything you want as long as you accept your life, and he visits you so often that it's somewhat easy to adjust to, he even sleeps there often at night. It's an easy life, and you no longer have to worry about finding food yourself or getting hurt, so, like a lot of feral hybrids, you can adjust to this life pretty easily, if you try. He doesn't mind the hibernating, it's not quite like actual bears, it's only every few months for a week or so, and it's not as if he can't play with you in your sleep anyway.

Zhongli - cat

The standard, of course, but it's fitting. Literally one of the best owners you could ask for. Definitely one of those people that pours unreasonable amounts of money into a pet, making sure they have the nicest of things, and gets new things all the time. He could acquire one in a variety of ways, really, but also most likely ends up taking in a stray. Ironically, likely not just a homeless one like Venti, but an actual feral one, one from the actual wild that doesn't speak well, doesn't wear clothes, is a little bit aggressive and very scared. He likely rescues one from an unfortunate situation, being cornered by some predator or stuck in a hunting trap. He's just weak to pity, really, and your soft little crying and struggling tugs at his heart, he can't just let you die, so, he takes you in. Even though you're hissing and thrashing and clawing at his clothes the entire time he's dragging you along, until dumping you right into the little abode you'll be spending your life in.

It's kind of funny because you're not exactly suited for the soft, gentle housecat lifestyle. You're used to struggling and running around, not spending your days lazing and being taken care of, and certainly aren't used to obedience. It's... frustrating how you struggle, but don't worry. He's patient like that.

Declaws you early. Assures you it won't hurt a lot, and it's better for you this way! ...After all, now you stand no chance of ever surviving on your own. You need him. Not that you didn't already need him, but it helps you recognize that. Besides, you're so soft and sweet , at least he knows you are deep down, so having those sharp little things just isn't befitting, you have no use for them in your world of softness and gentleness. And besides, thanks to you he had to buy new clothes.

Despite being rowdy and moody and initially not fond of taking commands, you have to admit that having reliable food sources is pretty nice. You settle into the soft lifestyle, and eventually find yourself liking it, apologizing for being so disagreeable when you were first rescued, the word you now use rather than taken.

But he accepts that and assures you it's fine, you were just scared and lashing out as animals do. He takes a lot of pride in the taming process, honestly. There's something really fulfilling and satisfying about seeing you go from feral and aggressive and defiant to soft and obedient. The heats make you crave touch and help, and they're an important part of said taming process, using your desperation as leverage to remind you how nice he is and how grateful you should be.

Kaeya - dog

He actually doesn't go get some doggirl from an actual market or source of any kind, no, that doesn't quite fulfill the savior complex style narcissism he has, and he considers himself too busy to own a hybrid anyway. Until one day he's forced to deal with one, some little mutt hybrid that was caught stealing food out of homes or something of that nature, and he's told to go handle the situation, since they can't put the little thing in normal jail with a bunch of human men for, well, her own safety, so they just have her locked up at the headquarters.

All locked up, stuffed in a crate, and sniffly, tears in your eyes and ears pressed flat against your head, it's pitiful really, and so unfair, he thinks, you're too dumb to be held responsible the same way a person is, and you had no choice, you were starving after all. Much like actual dogs, people tend to neglect mutt dog hybrids, view them as having less value, so your life is probably one of neglect and being tossed around from one apathetic, cruel owner to the next. It's just so, so heartbreaking.

You'd be so much better off in an actual home than prison, and something like you deserves another chance. So he pulls some strings and gets you out, on the condition that you have to come live with him. Signs a few papers and it's a done deal. And you'll be grateful.

You're so, so grateful to not be locked away, and for the first time in your life you have an owner that loves you and is nice to you, so of course you'll be obedient and adoring. Unlike the doggirls you can buy and obtain in high end places, that are stuck up and ungrateful, that haven't known hardship.

In a way, you're kind of alike. He understands the feeling of being thrust into a new scary environment, of feeling discarded and abandoned, so it's partially that, too, as well as the security of knowing you'll be thankful, that makes him decide it's a good idea. There's a feeling of understanding there, as well as pity and the more manipulative aspect of your thankfulness, and, deep down, the fear of abandonment he knows you have, and will be good to make sure you don't end up thrown out again. Dogs are loving, loyal creatures after all, and they have a desire to be loved in return, that is, they crave affection, which he can give you if you're good, and deprive you of if you're not. It's even easier to control you than a human darling. And the heats help, making you needy and begging and the process is good for bonding, becoming so used to and attached to him you can't imagine a life without him.

Oh, and if said past cruel, abusive owners live in Mondstadt or anywhere nearby, they'll be getting an unpleasant visit.

Childe - cat, bunny

Ah yes, the standard kemonomimis of horny™. And they're supposedly insatiably horny themselves. He has no shame, so he'd just buy one. He's a lot more restrictive with a hybrid than a normal human darling, likely putting you in a large cage a lot of the time. In this world, people are more envious of hybrid-havers and are more prone to trying to steal them, and being creatures who become senseless when it comes to food, you don't know any better when it's being waved in front of your face and you'll just walk right into the hands of anyone holding out food, so he can't just let you roam.

Cats are notoriously temperamental. Hence, they tend to be sold to people who enjoy... taming rowdy things. They have a bit of fight in them. And he likes that well enough. It would be no fun if you just did everything you were supposed to by default. He gets one that still has claws, but it's a control factor, constantly threatening you with declawing if you don't behave. You know they put you to sleep for it, but he still exaggerates and makes it sound so awful it scares you anyway, so you'd best not scratch if you value them. And he will, actually, follow through on it if you are bad enough, but you'd have to really scratch him up to reach that point. He exploits cat weaknesses, honestly, like laser pointers and dangling things and kinda makes fun of you for being so easily entertained and simple minded. Given the tsundere nature of cats, it makes you mad, but your angry pouting is easily turned once again to mesmerized entrancement, cutting you off mid sentence the moment something is once again dangled in front of you.

Bunnies are less temperamental, but have a lot of energy that can be hard to keep up with. But, they're highly sexualized in this culture, often marketed as submissive little bunny sex dolls, complete with fluffy puffball tails and the consumer's choice of pointy or floppy ears. Still, a lot of that energy translates to just needing to get bred and stuffed with baby bunnies, so, it works out, he can exert all the daily frustrations of work and you can get out the energy you need to with bouncing. And you sleep in spontaneous sessions, which can get annoying if you're wide awake at like 3 am, so he tends to force you to lay down anyway, even leashing you to the bed if necessary.

He also likes to just, tug the tail, no matter which creature you are. Whether it's fluffy bunny tail that you can wrap the fuzz around a finger and tug on or a waving winding cat tail that can be grabbed. He just likes the mewling/squeaking reaction it gets and the way you jolt.

Diluc - dog, bird

He probably owns actual dogs, really, for security purposes or whatever, so he kinda lets you play with them whenever he's busy. He's... slightly shameful, likely has someone else go buy one, or rather, adopt one. That way he can insist he just wants to be a good person and adopt a hybrid to a nice home, you know? Not for... other purposes. He's generally a sweet but strict owner. His actual dogs can go where they want, but you're an inside doggirl only. Even though you don't leave the house, though, it still feels somewhat appropriate to get a collar, it's just kind of the thing you do.

You're limited to indoors, but can still walk around. He gets maids to take care of you if he's too busy, but doesn't mind if you come in and lay on the floor while he works either, provided you're not too whiny. Not that it's annoying, but because he's weak to said whining and whimpering and will end up dropping whatever he's doing to give you attention and ends up getting nothing done.

Still, doggirls do have heats, and so that is something that needs taking care of. He's awkward about it, but still sweet, even if a bit rough. He's not actually all that familiar with the process and has to ask you how long it lasts, what you need, etc. It becomes something to look forward to.

It's not exactly a kemonomimi, as they have no tail and have human ears, but I could also see him having a bird hybrid. They're rare, and highly elusive, but they exist, and they're very, very afraid of people, so contact is limited and you can't really find them for sale anywhere. And notably... they love fruit. It's likely by a stroke of luck that a bird hybrid is hungry enough to start sneaking into the vineyards and taking off with what's more or less his profits, so that's a bit irritating, so he'll just kill whatever pest is stealing, he thinks. It starts at night (maybe out of smarts to avoid being seen, maybe an owl hybrid, your choice), but he knows something is stealing from him, so he decides to stake out one night and wait for whatever thief animal is running around and is rather surprised to see something so rare. Obviously killing you now is out of the question.

It's a really strikingly beautiful creature, too, really, and it's more or less just an instant fascination/obsession. But if he lets you get away and scares you, you won't come back, so he knows he only has one chance, so he lets it slide that night and plans ahead, gets a net trap of sorts, or has workers help him capture the thing the next night. You fight and struggle and all, but in the end you can't get away, so you get dragged inside.

The first order of business is, obviously, clip those annoying wings of yours. It's honestly an instant game over situation, and traumatizing for poor bird darling. Not only is it painful, but it seals your fate -- it's a permanent procedure, and without them, you'll never be able to survive on your own, so you are more or less forced to accept whatever this man has in store for you. Poor thing. But at the very least, you're loved and taken care of, given a pretty cage to stay in, and now you can have all the grapes you want, so... that's a plus, one little highlight amid your misery. It's what you get for stealing.

Xiao - raccoon/tanuki

Honestly it's hilarious. Raccoons are cryptid forces of chaos. Replace with tanuki if you want to go for something more setting-appropriate. They're fast speedy lil things, they're nocturnal, but they sleep all the time, they eat anything, they're lazy, they climb trees, they hide. They are generally thought of as being very unintelligent and, most of all, are relentlessly stubborn, both in real life and in North American/Japanese folktales respectively. They fear neither God nor death and they will look you in the eye as they defy you.

Being known to live around the bases of mountains, especially where there are bodies of water, it makes sense a little feral raccoon would find Jueyun Karst a good place to make a little den. Lots of amber deposits/tree resin to lick at, nice protective trees, a rocky environment to nestle in. And you happen to choose a spot right smack in the middle of the territorial local adepti. This is, of course, an issue, so he goes on their behalf to tell you to, well, get out, that as a half human, you're not welcome to stay.

Now, most people are generally terrified of the adepti and would run away at the first sign that they are unwelcome, so it's quite the surprise when this creature, angry at being awoken and bothered just says... "no." Refuses to budge. Tells him to get his own tree. He's... taken aback? Again, it's actually rather funny, he doesn't know what to... do, he's never really dealt with someone simultaneously so weak and small but so blatantly defiant before.

The natural reaction is to just throw you out himself. Snatches you right out of the tree by the ringtail and drags you squealing and whimpering. Now, these creatures have quite the claws on them, so it's only natural to lash out and scratch him, but that... makes him mad. You get a slash in on the arm and he gets so mad that he drops you and gives you one good thwack to the head and puts you out cold. He didn't really mean to, the anger just got the better of him. But now, he can't just dump you outside Jueyun Karst, because you could easily get eaten by monsters, and well, as a half-human, he's technically obligated to protect you. So dragging you to the abode was supposed to be temporary, he might even let you out once and put you back in the wilderness, telling you to go find somewhere else to live... only to find you back in the same spot. So he throws you out again. And you come back. Out of stupidity or defiance, he's not sure.

Eventually he realizes that you're just going to keep coming back no matter what, so, to permanently deal with the issue, he decides to be nice and, rather than just killing you or whatever, keeps you. You are one of those hybrids, after all, and he doesn't know a lot about the culture surrounding humans and hybrids, but he knows that they essentially keep them as pets, the same way you would any other pet, except they're fuckable. This way you stay out of the way.

Unlike a lot of owners, he doesn't focus on trying to domesticate you in a human sort of way. Most hybrid owners try to get their little hybrids to be more human-like, with a few exceptions like obedience and sometimes leashes, but they encourage them to have human behaviors in terms of eating at a table, dressing themselves etc. He takes the pet idea a bit too seriously so he just... goes off of what he knows you're supposed to do for an actual animal. He's seen humans take care of dogs before. You get them a bowl for food and water, you put collars on them, bathe them every now and then, buy them things to chew on. He also clips your claws down to nubs so you can't scratch him anymore.

Unlike with normal yan!Xiao, this time around it starts off as keeping you just so that you're not a problem, until he can figure out what to do with you. Problem is he never really does figure out what to do with you, so your captivity becomes permanent. After a while, not that he'd say so, but he realizes he's become emotionally attached, and actually enjoys your presence, and kinda likes watching you walk around all naked and shameless, so he just decides to keep you. He never really announces that he's made that decision, but if you ask when you get to leave, he'll just bluntly tell you you're not. Too bad for you. Should've listened the first time.

Razor - wolf, deer

People probably mistakenly think he's a hybrid a lot before realizing he has no ears/tail. He knows hybrids exist but has never seen one, probably thinks they're limited to cats and dogs, but at some point whilst making the ventures he likes to avoid into human society for this or that reason, sees you! And gets confirmation that you're not a doggirl, but an actual wolfgirl!

The thing about our wolfgirl is that she's... completely domesticated. Born and raised in captivity, never set foot in the wild. The situation is the complete ironic opposite of all our boys here ripping animalgirls out of the wild. But that doesn't really deter him, he's convinced that once you get outside, where your real home is, you'll fit in, and everything will come naturally. You weren't meant to be in the city, you were meant to be out in the woods. It's where you belong.

It's like... reverse domestication? Sure, you don't know how to hunt, but you can be taught. You must have been so sad and alone in human society. You're pack animals, meant to be with others of your own kind, it's basically cruelty for them to deprive you of that and force you to live with humans. Honestly, you probably belonged to someone else already, being domesticated and all, he just... straight up steals you. He doesn't have much concept of theft -- you were there walking around, only chained up to a wall in a yard, practically asking to be taken, the chain is so easy to break.

Also, the jealousy. He wishes he was a hybrid sometimes. Like, how come YOU get to have ears and a tail and sharp teeth like lupical while he's stuck with dumb human ears and teeth? The world is unfair.

Now, what's honestly funnier is a prey animal darling. A sweet little deer (maybe a cat or bunny, too, it all works really). It's on sight. Growling and eyeing you. He knows something about you is... exciting in a weird way. Same as the thrill of the hunt. Wants to chase you down and watch you run as you squeak and squeal out of terror, the little white fluffy tail bouncing around. Watch your little ears tilt and flatten, watch you cower and tremble, but at the same time, oddly enough, he doesn't actually want to kill and eat you. You're... exciting in some way he doesn't quite understand yet. He'll figure it out.

The thing is, you're in constant terror because the wolves, unlike him, are ready to absolutely rip you apart, so he has to tell them that you're friend not food and that you might be the odd one of the family, but you're still part of it. That doesn't stop you from noticing that sometimes they... look at you with a hunger in their eyes... drool a bit when they watch you... Fortunately for him, this results in you quickly running to him for protection and comfort, crying because you're scared and would greatly prefer to not be eaten.

Scaramouche - lamb

Ah, lambgirls. Soft, fluffy, and by far the least intelligent, but most soft and timid of all hybrids. Wooly curly ears and a puff tail. They're actually not too popular, as they require a lot of constant vigilance so they don't get themselves killed in some dumb way, and their wool is more easily matted and requires more cleaning than a furry animal, and they're not culturally hypersexualized in the way other hybrids are. They're incredibly spacey and airheaded, often drifting off into space and very unaware of their surroundings. And they're all domestic, can't survive in the wild, but this actually makes them somewhat rare, as there are no feral lambgirls, yet people don't often create or breed domestic ones as they're unpopular.

He probably acquires you by accident, some stray thing that ended up lost and just wandering out on the road, no real destination or even knowing where you are, so on encounter with this odd-looking guy you say exactly that, not even really capable of pretending otherwise. That you don't know where you're going or what you're really doing.

He'll never say he took pity on you, but that you seemed at the very least competent enough to follow basic instructions, and if nothing else can be useful as a dumb slave animal. Better put to some use than just existing, so returning you is out of the question. You don't really have any better ideas, and the guy says he'll feed you, and you are hungry, so... you just follow him. It's that simple. You don't complain over being collared and you don't argue over the choice of name when he gives you one, since you tell him you don't have one, and you'd know if you did, since, despite being cognitively... challenged, sheep do have excellent memory. He remarks that you were probably just thrown out for being too stupid, but before you can confirm or deny, tells you that that's ok. It's better if you're stupid, since stupid, dumb animals follow orders better. They know their place and accept it, and that's good.

You get accustomed to life as a pet pretty easily. And he throws a fit every time you do something dumb, since you do fuck up a lot of instructions, but (not that you have deep enough thoughts to notice), he never actually threatens to get rid of you. And whenever you fuck up something you were doing for others, on the occasions that someone else needs this or that fetched out of drawer or cabinet and he allows them to delegate that task to you, he shoots death glares at them when you hand them the wrong thing, a silent message to not dare criticize it, so they just thank you and pretend it's fine.

He complains about how difficult it is to untangle and brush your wool, why can't you just have fur like the better kinds of hybrids, it's a waste of his time, but... he always insists on doing it himself, won't let anyone else do it, not even you. Always grumbles that the collar is useless and a waste of money, but... also insists on getting the best kind, an expensive leather one that won't easily come off, and a little bell so he can find you more easily. Talks about how other hybrids like bunnies and cats are hotter and more fuckable, but doesn't seem to have a problem with fucking you on a daily basis and cumming to the little noises you make. He bullies you, pulls your ears or tail at random to make you bleat, chokes you on your own collar, tells you how dumb and simple you are, but once beat a subordinate for mocking you. Every now and then will occasionally absent-mindedly stroke your head in a way that's oddly gentle.

If you were smarter, you might be able to draw conclusions about what he says versus how he truly feels, but you aren't. Just a dumb little lamb happy to have someone that likes you enough to make you theirs.

Albedo - ???

Yeah see the thing is. What the hell are you? He doesn't know, and neither do you, actually.

He finds some little hybrid out in the mountains or something that's... vaguely mammalian. It has limited human contact and not the best speech, but it's manageable. The thing is, whatever you are, it's a solitary creature that doesn't exist in groups, so you don't actually know what your kind is, and have little to no memories of a parent. Or so he finds out by trying to make conversation. Probably originally finds you caught in some animal trap or digging through his things, or, in your human side's curiosity, watching this new intruder to your habitat from a distance, and he likewise takes notice. So it actually becomes a sort of obsessive fascination with him. He's constantly trying to figure you out, he knows a lot of things you aren't, but not what you are.

Uses process of elimination to filter out possibilities -- the tail is too fluffy for a dog or wolf, too short for a cat, too long for a bear or rodent. Ears are somewhat pointed, somewhat round, not quite big and not quite small. He decides he can't go on physical evidence alone and needs to observe your behavioral patterns as well. The only way to do that is to eventually transition you to captivity.

So he's nice. Builds trust with the weird little feral hybrid creature. Leaves food laying out, gradually moves the bowl closer and closer to the little camp he has. He knows you won't come willingly, but it's for the sake of science, so he feels less bad about eventually setting a trap, or drugging the food. And you get more aggressive in captivity, but hey, all hybrids are domesticatable with time, you're half human after all. Even though hybrids are a bit on the unintelligent side, you're even more so with the extreme naivete. So he can pretty easily convince you that it's for a good reason, that he's protecting you from predators or something. And he begins to perform experiments and observations on you. What time of day you sleep, are you nocturnal or not, what foods do you like the most or dislike, a carnivore or a herbivore or omnivore, that kind of thing, narrowing down possibilities, the irritating thing is eventually it reaches a point where there's something wrong because just when he thinks he's got it figured out, you do something or have some feature that rules out that possibility. So he moves onto reproductive abilities. Do you have heats or not? It turns out you do, he finds out unintentionally while just checking up on you in your little cage. And it would be animal cruelty to just let you suffer like that, you know. And gives you medicine that induces lactation, just to make sure you're a mammal. Not that it's a fetish or anything, no.

Eventually you become domesticated and easier to deal with. This person feeds you and gives you a warm environment, and you're safe from the cold and predators here, so once you're past the initial phase where you freak out and struggle because you're just scared of an unfamiliar environment, you become adjusted and realize this life is better for you, easier, without worry. All you really have to do is exist and follow instructions and not cause problems, it's easy enough. The collar he eventually gets you is uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it. And he never does figure out exactly what you are, but decides it ultimately doesn't matter that much. He didn't come to a conclusion, but he still got something good out of the whole venture.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dark content #tw: dubcon #.hybrid

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mopillow · 2 years

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hey just saw the deleted post lol. and yes aside from the jian yi telling his tale part, i forgot the rest, but i’m actually going to make a new point based on that panel:

never noticed but zhen xi asks where jian yi was pretty casually. someone who supposedly was devastated and heartbroken- just to ask That casually where he was all these years like “oh hey” is kinda hmm. idk if it’s a form of protection/his reluctance aside from the unbelievableness of jian yis rendition, but now he’s doing this unfair thing to himself holding this grudge while jian yi is trying to get him back in his life. like just as jian yi needs to own up to a lot, zhen xi can’t pretend either, and at some point needs to stop going out of his way to push jian yi out of his life when he probably is dying to return to normal too. i imagine the more he holds that grudge, jian yi could be convinced he doesn’t even like him as a friend anymore, let alone a supposedly future romantic partner (considering too future tianshan are past that point while it seems very likely jian yi could just let zhan xi go at this point-like he “gets zhan xi’s point and never showed signs he even liked me so i will leave him alone”).

so unless they both man up and have that “tell all” moment (insert angsty rain confession scene bc yes) i honestly think zhen xi needs to start expressing himself more…plus he’s kind of a needy betch so it’s not like he can pretend he doesn’t want jian yi 😅

Thanks a lot for replying Anon, I was getting worried that I may had offended you in some way

Please note that OX made this chapters long ago and it is possible that they may have changed their mind about the plot once they started writing the flashback and since they’re about to publish a 📕 they may explain better on in a different way in it but we do notice that the ZZX from the first chapters and the ZZX from the future in resent chapters are not exactly the same neither is JY, ZZX is more aggressive and JY is a perv but still an idiot and the present versions of the future are not like that, ZZX does hit JY but not with the same violence and JY blushes more and sexually harasses less,

I get what you’re saying and I agree to some degree although I do have an explanation for ZZX attitude towards the question, it is possible that ZZX asks that way because he doesn’t know if Jian Yi is ready to share this with him since he hasn’t talk about it so far, I don’t think he has a grudge against JY is more like “hey dude we’re not boyfriends why are you touching me without my consent” kind of behavior and that is completely understandable

They appear to be living together, the Christmas specials seem to be suggesting that but we see it in the 5/20 too, true they don’t look as intimate as TianShan but maybe their relationship is that way there’s always the possibility that they’re one of those couples that barely touch and lastly but not least

Here is my main problem with JY, I know he’s the favorite of a lot of people and I respect that but for me he is not shy he is sly, ZZX has shown that he has no problem with him yet JY still doesn’t say what he wants, he does gives hints but in my opinion he needs to be straight forward about it because ZZX has this mentality

We have witnessed that just trying to force intimacy doesn’t work but talking about your feelings and needs does get you closer of what you want, I mean HT is winning in life and he got it by being sincere with Mo, that’s why I believe that JY should be making an effort to ask ZZX out, he’s the one who has the “is either you or celibacy” mentality but at the same time he is waiting for a signal of his stone faced friend like g damn it JY don’t you know him?! Instead of copying the ass grabbing technique of He Tian learn the “now you can’t live without me” one, the fucking worst part is that ZZX already is in that place, at least ZhanYi is not like QCheng, poor Cheng can’t be more clear but Q just don’t get it

#19 days #ask box #don’t get mad at me anon #is just that this guy has already a bf but he rather keep it casual than actually ask #god damn it #is a slap in my unrequited love feelings #is like looking a person who can eat all they want an have a great body with barely any effort complaining about it #like seriously

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 3 years

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The Beast Within

An Asahi x fem! reader fic || Technically SFW but there’s sliiiightly suggestive content || Fluff at the end

Warnings: Violence, Anger, a veiled reference to sexual stuff?? idk what else to call it

Asahi was the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person you had ever known. Even though his ace persona took over whenever he played Volleyball, in real life he was the kind of person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. You had been friends with him for about a year and you could have sworn up and down that you had never even seen him raise his voice at anyone.

So, it came as a complete shock to you when you heard a loud thump and a crack and you turned around to see Asahi standing over a fallen figure. His right hand was balled into a fist, and there was a look of pure, unadulterated anger on his face.

The figure, that looked like he might have been a college boy, was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, groaning in pain. Suga and Daichi ran to aid their friend and you watched in utter disbelief as Asahi lifted the man roughly by his collar and raised his fist, looking ready to strike again.

The whimpering boy, half-hanging in air, held up by his collar with Asahi towering over him and his bleeding nose, ready to strike again; the entire scene sent chills down your spine. Asahi looked like he had every intention of killing the boy in front of him and you finally realized what other people meant when they said Asahi was scary. You had never taken any heed to those words before because he had always been such a teddy bear but today, in this moment, you had goosebumps. And for the first time in your life, you were afraid of Asahi Azumane.

The terror must have been written all over your face because Asahi looked up at that moment, saw your face and his expression seemed to soften a little. His eyes still sparkled with rage but he lowered his fist. He loosened his hold on the person’s collar but instead of simply letting go, he pushed him into the ground as he stood up.

He stepped away from him and as he walked away, Suga opened his mouth to say something but he stopped him before he could get any words out. “Suga, not now, please. I need some space to clear my head and calm down for a bit.” Even though he said those words in a normal tone, there was a “no nonsense” air about it and Suga nodded meekly as Asahi walked away. You watched with your mouth half open as he walked past you, not meeting your eyes and his face as serious as it could get.

Suga and Daichi came up to you and so did Kiyoko after a few minutes.

Suga: W-What the hell?!?! W-What happened?

Daichi, staring with his eyes wide at Asahi’s retreating figure, was at a complete loss for words. “I have never seen him like this. Ever. Almost three years I have known him and I have never even seen him even talk to strangers without fumbling over his words, much less get violent-”

Who would have thought today would turn out to be like this? It was your last year in High School and you and your group of friends (Kiyoko, Asahi, Daichi and Suga) had all decided to take a weekend trip down to the beach together. Asahi had looked exceptionally hot today in his red Hawaiian shirt (which he had conveniently left open at the front) and his perfect abs had been quite a distraction for you as you tried to enjoy your time with your closest friends.

You had looked no less, though. With your maroon one-piece swimsuit with slits on the sides, showing off your waist and perfectly hugging your curves, you had looked absolutely smoking.

After a long day of frolicking in the water, splashing and chasing each other around and playing a lot of beach volleyball, you all had decided to relax and take a stroll through the beachside market. Kiyoko and Asahi had somehow gone ahead of the group while you strolled around lazily, idly chatting with Suga and Daichi. You had been browsing through a souvenir stall when the entire incident took place.

Which brings us back to the present.

“- I’m sure he must have had a good reason but for Asahi to do something like this???” Daichi said as he paced around.

It’s true. Even in your wildest dreams, you couldn’t have imagined Asahi like this.

“He deserved it,” Kiyoko said quietly.

All three heads turned to her instantly.

“You know what happened, Shimizu?” Suga asked.

She nodded.

“Tell us!”

“I- I’m not sure if he would want me to say,” Kiyoko replied. But as she said it, she was looking at you with a slightly troubled expression on her face.

“What’s that expression- why are you looking at me like that, Kiyoko?” you ask.

“It’s nothing-” Suga intervened, "It's obviously not nothing I mean this is Asahi we are talking about. It must have been something really serious for him to act like this. Please, Kiyoko. Tell us.”

Kiyoko sighed, “Well, I guess it’s not exactly a secret since that guy was really loud.”

“So, Asahi was shopping at that stall over there,” she said, turning around and pointing to the stall that was located right next to where the altercation took place, “and I was helping him choose something when these two college boys came by us.”

“They seemed really drunk and they were talking very loudly. The guy in the green shirt saw Y/N standing here with Suga and Daichi and he whistled. He thought he was far away from you so he could say whatever he wanted.

He started commenting on your body and how sexy you looked.”

Kiyoko stopped to read your expression. You could tell she was hesitant about continuing her story because she did not want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, Kiyoko. I want to know what he said.”

Kiyoko continued, “Then he proceeded to describe to his friend in detail - uh - the - uh - things he.... wanted to do you. It was absolutely filthy and vile and even I am not comfortable repeating his words.” You can tell how bad it must have been by the way Kiyoko shivered as she completed her sentence.

“I had no idea Azumane would react the way he did, though. He walked up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. I assumed he probably wanted to tell him off or ask him to go away or, at the most, threaten him with his intense expression like he usually does. But as soon as the guy turned to look at him, he just straight up punched him in the face.”

“Wow. Yeah, he totally deserved it,” Suga said, looking deep in thought, “Even so, I would have never expected Asahi to use physical force. I swear, I have never even seen the guy so much as swat a bug away. Although, it also kind of makes sense seeing that it was Y/N that guy was talking about.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A look of panic flashed across Suga’s face before he said, “I m-mean, seeing that you’re one of his best friends! He would totally feel protective about you.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion and you also didn’t miss Daichi and Kiyoko glancing at each other when Suga faltered. However, you didn’t press the matter further. You were more worried about Asahi at this point.

“I should go find him and see if he is okay. You guys should look for a nice place where we can have a chill dinner. Preferably with no alcohol,” you say, rolling your eyes. The others nodded and you set off to find Asahi.

It wasn’t difficult to find him. The sun hadn’t set yet so it was still bright out and his red shirt and large build were hard to miss. He was sitting in a rather secluded part of the beach, surrounded by large rocks on both sides. He didn’t seem angry at all anymore. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared at the ocean in front of him.

“You okay?”

Your voice broke him out of his reverie and he turned to see you standing behind him.

“Y-Yeah” he seemed almost apologetic as he answered you.

“Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

You were not sure if he wanted you near him or to talk to you since he had asked Suga for some space so you were very hesitant while asking him this.

He winced. “I knew it. I scared you. I am so so sorry.”

“W-what? I didn’t mean-” He stood up. “I saw it in your face. I saw how you looked at me when I... when I punched that guy. I saw how terrified you were of me.”

He wasn’t meeting your eyes, instead he was looking straight down at the ground and, large as he was, he seemed to shrink before you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“I-” you were at a loss of words. He was right, you HAD been scared of him in that moment. You couldn’t control how you reacted to the situation. But before you could start to speak, he continued.

“You were one person who never thought I was scary. You always treated me like a normal person. You were never scared to approach me.

But I am afraid that I ruined that tonight with my behaviour. I have seen that look thousands of times in people’s eyes whenever they look at me. But-” his voice was cracking now, “P-please believe me when I say that I did it for a reason. I cannot tell you the reason but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I know you are probably going to be scared of me from now on. But please believe me, I would never, ever in my life even think of hurting yo-”

He was cut off as you threw your arms around him and enveloped him in a tight hug. He was so surprised by your reaction that it took a moment for him to return the hug. When he did, he buried his face in your shoulder and you could feel his tears on your bare skin.

“I already know what happened.”

He broke away from you and looked at you in surprise, his eyes red.

“Yes. Kiyoko told me most of it. She didn’t elaborate on what the guy said exactly though but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. And it’s true, I did feel scared at that moment. But it was just a reaction. The look in your eye was murderous and I have never seen you this way. So it surprised me. And scared me. But now that I know why you did what you did, I am not scared anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“O-of course.” and after a brief pause, “How are the others doing?”

“They’re fine. I asked them to look for a restaurant for dinner tonight. Let’s go to them?”

“Yeah uh- before we do that, I - uh - wanted to give you something.”

“Oh?”

Asahi was blushing when he took something out of his pocket. You put your hand out and he placed something on your palm. Your eyes widened as you looked at what he gave you. It was a seashell pendant.

“Oh my God, it’s beautiful!! And in my favourite colour too! I had been looking for one like this since ages!”

“Yeah, you had mentioned it in passing once when we were planning this trip. This is what I was buying when, you know, shit happened. I asked Kiyoko to help me pick it out for you because I didn’t want to get the wrong thing.”

“I can’t believe you remembered that! It’s perfect and I love it! Can you help me wear it?” you asked him, handing the pendant back to him. “Y-yeah,” he blushed. You turned your back to him and held up your hair with one arm so that he could put the necklace on easily. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he placed the necklace delicately on you. He used his fingers to move away stray hairs and his touch was so gentle that it sent shivers down your spine (the good kind this time).

As he fumbled around with the delicate clasp with his large fingers, he spoke, “I - uh - I - I- actually wanted to tell you something.”

You could tell he was really nervous. You waited for him to continue.

“I-I know it’s our last year and soon we will probably be in different cities and this is probably the last thing you want to hear from me right now but-”

The clasp snapped into place and the necklace was now secure around your neck. You turned around to face him.

“But?” you reached your hand out to hold his.

He was really taken aback by your action and his eyes widened. It seemed to give him some confidence.

“B-But I know I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t ask you when I have the chance. A chance that I thought I’d lost forever today. So, Y/N, I really, really like you. I have liked you for a long time now and you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. A-and I was wondering if you w-would like to go out with me?”

“I really, really like you too, Asahi.” You were smiling widely as you said “Yes” and stood on your toes to give him a light kiss on his forehead.

Asahi was blushing furiously now. You laughed out loud at how flustered he was. It was good to have the goofy, old teddy bear back.

As you linked your arm through his and walk back to your friends, you couldn’t help but be giddy with happiness.

You were going out with the best, most gentle, most caring person you have ever known. But you now know that there is a beast within him. A beast that will do anything to protect you.

FIN.

Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it.

Sorry if you think it is ooc for Asahi but I do think that, when it comes to it, he is the kind of person who would go to any lengths to protect the people he cares about. Case in point, when he used his looks to scare off two boys who were trying to hit on Kiyoko during the third years’ shrine visit (manga only scene).

I am kind of not really satisfied with this one but I also just spent more than half a day writing this so I didn’t want to ditch it halfway.

Reblogs, likes and follows are very much appreciated.

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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I’ll Fuck You Like A Pornstar || K.H

Summary: Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be fucked, like a pornstar?

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Words: Ask God, he might know Idk

Genre: Smut

⚠ drinking, punishment, pornstar!au, spanking ⚠

A/N: I love Hongjoong’s lips :)). Enjoy 💖

ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ

Seonghwa ver. || San ver. || Jongho ver.

“Good morning Sir! What can I get you?”

“Your number.”

Your sleepy eyes widened and you took a better look at the smiling man in front of you. He had bleached hair, swept back into a beanie, and several earrings decorating his ears. His eyes were serene and soft, and his style, although casual, was very eye-catchy. The man was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Your doubts rested in his question: why did this idol-like stranger want your number? You had very visible eyebags from the lack of sleep and there was a huge stain of your shirt from when you had tried to make a smoothie but forgot to put the lid on the blender.

You had no answer to the flirty line, not because you were shy or not used to being courted like that, but because your sleep-deprived mind could not formulate an adequate response.

He chuckled with the most attractive voice you’d ever heard when he saw you frozen. You watched as he pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jacket and unlocked it, handing it to you.

“Is that a yes?”

You finally broke out a smile and bit your lip. You hesitantly reached for the phone and typed in your number. Instead of typing your name, however, you decided to redeem yourself from your previous lack of response and type in ‘princess’.

The male’s smile widened when he saw your name and he chuckled.

“Well then, princess,” He said, looking at you with a hedonistic expression as his tongue grazed his lower lip “I would like a caramel macchiato to go.”

“Certainly Sir, and what would be the name for the cup?” You asked, teasingly, holding a black pen near the cup.

“Hongjoong.”

The second he left the café (after winking cheekily winking at you of course) you couldn’t help but wait for your phone to vibrate with a text from him. You had never noticed how many texts you received throughout the day until you were waiting for a particular one.

The day went on painfully slow, but your heart was racing, waiting for the handsome man’s text… You were getting a little impatient, you had to admit, and by the time you were closing up the shop, you were a little upset about the fact that you didn’t even get a ‘Hello’ text.

You were pouting to yourself when a loud sound rang from your pocket. Who could be calling you at this hour!?

You set down your broom and grabbed the phone.

Unknown Number

It had to be Hongjoong, although you were a little surprised, you didn’t expect him to straight up call you, who does that? Nevertheless, you slid your thumb across the screen and accepted the call.

“Hello?” You asked, beginning to think that this was all a prank.

“Hello princess, are you done with your work?”

His voice was mellow and in that tone, he could make you do whatever he wanted. You bit your lip at the pet name. You loved to be called princess, but it just sounded so much better when it was him saying.

“Just about, I’m closing the café now.” You informed him.

There was a pause, and when he was about to speak you interrupted him.

“Hongjoong, why did you call me though? You know a text would do just fine…”

He chuckled from the other side of the line.

“Texting just feels so impersonal, you know? Especially when I’m about to ask you out for a drink.”

This man had no shame… He sweet-talked you like you were his already, and he spoke with an overwhelming amount of confidence.

“Out? Right now?”

“Yes, right now. Meet you in front of your café in say, two hours?”

You smiled to yourself and grabbed your coat, ready to leave.

“If you’re not on time I’m leaving.”

“Gotcha, princess.”

You hung up, and the cheeky smiled stayed on your lips. You were attracted to the way he behaved and carried himself. He was good-looking, he was fashionable, and he knew so. Hongjoong knew exactly how to handle himself and fuck, it was hot.

You nearly sprinted to your house, out of excitement. It was about twenty minutes away from your workplace, but you managed to get there in twelve.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment you stripped from your work attire and threw it somewhere on the floor. You only had about one hour and fifty minutes to get ready, and you had to rush yourself.

One hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye, and you absolutely had to leave the house.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and pulled down the tight skirt of your flashy cocktail dress. You nodded at the hot-shot staring at you in the mirror and threw a jacket over your shoulders as you left the house.

You hated to walk in a short dress, alone at night, so you walked as fast as you could in those nude-coloured stilettos of yours.

When you could finally see the café in the distance, you noticed someone leaning against the big glass window. His style wasn’t very common, but you had to admit that he looked amazing in that deep red turtleneck and black beret.

“Hello!” You greeted once you were close enough.

Hongjoong looked at you from head to toe and smiled. You watched as he said nothing, while straightening himself, taking his phone from your pocket and showing its screen to you.

“8:32. You’re late, good girls aren’t late.” He said, expecting a flustered response.

“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”

Hongjoong cocked a brow and looked at you in amusement, absolutely enjoying your blatant behaviour.

“Let’s go then?”

You and the male walked to the famous bar nearby making some small talk before you reached.

You learned that the both of you shared a common passion: getting absolutely shitfaced. You loved the you that came out whenever the shots of tequila hit. You loved the thrill and shamelessness drinking brought out of you.

The bar wasn’t far, so in just a couple of minutes you were entering the alcohol and smoke-reeking place. You huffed in a breath, as if you were smelling the fresh air in a park. You missed these environments.

Hongjoong noticed and chuckled, leading you to a booth that had a round table, and a large, red sofa almost all the way around it.

You sat in front of each other and ordered a couple of light drinks, since it wasn’t even close to an acceptable hour to ask for a round of shots.

“So, princess,” He started “mind telling me your real name?”

You blushed a little at the fact that you hadn’t even told him your name yet.

“My name is Y/N.”

He nodded along to the information.

“Pretty name.”

You chuckled and looked at him teasingly.

“You’re not gonna hit me with a ‘Pretty name, just like you’ line?” You asked.

Hongjoong smiled at you and took a sip of his scotch.

“No, I don’t need to.”

You looked at him in disbelief, at how smooth he was, and took your drink up to your mouth to hide the slight pink tone on your cheeks.

As per usual, most of the talking the two of you did was to get to know each other, but the whole hour or so of sharing stories and moments from your lives came to a halt with a particular question.

“Hey, you already know what I do for a living, but what do you do? Are you like a model? ‘Cause you sure dress like one.”

Hongjoong smiled at the compliment and chuckled, looking at the ground for a second before looking straight into your eyes.

“Something like that…”

You noticed the way his eyes darkened for a second and you tilted your head to the side, in confusion.

“What do you mean, ‘Something like that’?”

Hongjoong leaned in, close enough so his lips were almost touching your ear.

“I’m a pornstar.”

You almost spit your drink back into your cup, but when you saw him pull away with the biggest, smuggest smirk of the night, you forced yourself to recompose.

“What? Does that freak you out?” He asked, although he didn’t look the slightest bit preoccupied if him being a pornstar bothered you.

You bit your lip in return and shook your head.

“Of course it doesn’t…” Hongjoong paused for a second and moved closed to you, so close that his thigh touched yours.

He looked down at your exposed legs and placed his hand on one of them, squeezing it lightly. Your eyes followed his tongue, as he swiped it across his lower lip.

“Because you like it, don’t you?”

The question kind of caught you off guard, and your eyes snapped up to meet his. Only then did you realize how close you were, just a mere centimeters away from your noses touching.

His lewd whispers made you a little tense, and a small pool started forming between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, and when Hongjoong felt it, he moaned quietly.

“Have you lost the ability to speak, princess?” He asked smugly, thinking that he had finally been able to make you speechless.

You smiled and bit your lip, trying to decide if you should say what was on your mind or not. Ultimately, the bravery your couple of drinks had given you won over.

“Not at all… I was just imagining how well a pornstar must fuck.”

Hongjoong’s expression darkened and his face inched even closer, until his lips were brushing over yours.

“Do you want to find out?”

You replied by fully pressing your lips on his, moving them slowly yet roughly. Hongjoong’s hand traveled up your inner thigh until it was dangerously close to your aching core. His fingers dipped harshly in your skin, and you were sure they would be marked there the next day. Neither of cared who was watching, you just wanted to feel each other, to taste each other.

Once you pulled away, he stood up and extended his hand for you to take. Confused, you grabbed your bag and took his hand in yours. He pulled you close and walked you out of the bar.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Hongjoong looked at you and let go of your hand, so he could sneak an arm around your waist and pull you closer.

“To a place where I’ll make you scream my name.”

You felt giddy and nervous, like a teen girl about to get her first kiss.

After a couple of minutes of silent walking and some groping from both parties, you arrived somewhere you assumed was his house. He immediately pulled you into his bedroom, and you looked around, curiously.

The room was exactly what you expected. Big, with wine-coloured walls, setting a sensual tone around you, a big, king-sized bed with black sheets, a fancy wardrobe, a black desk by the window and a body-lenght mirror by the wall opposite to yourself.

You looked at the iron bar above the bed, stuck to the wall and furrowed your eyebrows.

"What is that for?" You asked, pointing at it.

Hongjoong's arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close to him, your back hitting his chest. His lips lingered on your neck before placing a long kiss below your ear.

"Do you want to find out?"

The way his voice sounded, dominant and enticing, sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into his touch.

He chuckled at your response and bit your neck harshly, making you whimper.

Hongjoong’s fingers played with the hem of your dress for a second, before slowly sliding it up your body, and eventually off of you. He gripped your waist and turned you around, taking his sweet time to admire your body.

He was quick to undo your bra, and you allowed it to fall from your body, giving him a perfect view of your breasts.

“Fuck…” He cursed, before locking his lips with yours.

You moaned into the kiss when you felt one of your nipples being pinched harshly, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away and bit his lip.

“Get on the bed, I’ll show you what that iron bar is for.”

You excitedly took a place on the bed and watched him strip down to his boxers. Fuck, his body was really a sight to see…

Hongjoong approached the big wardrobe and fondled with some items in a drawer you couldn’t quite see. When he turned around, you saw a pair of big, shiny handcuffs playing in his fingers.

Your eyes widened and his glistened.

He approached you slowly and motioned for you to turn around. You obliged, and he hooked the handcuffs’ chain around the bar before tightening the silver rings around your wrists.

Hongjoong pat your ass softly and kissed your cheek.

“You look so good like this… Now be a good girl or I’ll have to punish you, okay?”

“Okay…” You replied.

You were almost certain that you wanted to act out, just so he could punish you.

Hongjoong slipped off your panties and spread your legs wider. The cold air hitting your bare pussy made you feel exposed. A good kind of exposed.

“Don’t cum.”

Before you knew it Hongjoong slid between your legs and slammed you down on his face. You immediately moaned at the contact, and gripped the chain that connected the cuffs together.

Hongjoong’s tongue delivered kitty licks to your womanhood and entered you occasionally, and he couldn’t get enough of how well you tasted.

His tongue swirled around you like he knew every corner of your body. Hongjoong would moan from time to time, the vibrations driving you insane.

Your legs absolutely gave in the second he began sucking on your clit, and even though you did your best not to cum, you ended up crumbling under his touch, and you climaxed with a loud cry for his name.

Hongjoong immediately lifted you up and knelt behind you.

He held your hips tightly and you could feel his boner pressing against your ass as his lips neared your ear.

“You misbehaved, princess… I’ll have to do something about it, no?”

Your tongue grazed along your lower lip and you nodded. You felt a sharp pain in your ass, before he stood up and walked to the wardrobe.

You heard him rumble through items, followed by a whip in the air.

Fuck.

It didn’t take long before you felt a stinging pain in your ass cheeks. You arched your back, He alternated between them, and the strength only increased at each whip. Suddenly he stopped and caressed your ass with one of his hands.

“Are you hurting too much?” He asked, genuinely worried.

For a second he forgot you weren’t one of his co-workers...

You smirked and glance at him over your shoulder.

“Are you holding back too much?”

Hongjoong loved a challenge, and the way you kept teasing him and pushing him to the edge… It was paradise.

He swung his arm back and you could swear you saw stars when he whipped your ass. You whimpered and shook whenever the leather material hit your skin, and you could pretty much feel yourself dripping onto his mattress at this point.

Your wrists were already hurting from the amount of wiggling and pressure you put into them, but the reddening skin on your wrist was the least of your preoccupations.

“Hongjoong… Please!” You begged loudly.

“Please what princess? Have you had enough?”

You nodded furiously.

“Yes… Please fuck me Hongjoong, I need you in me now!”

He swiftly undid your handcuffs and grazed his thumb over the red marks softly, as he pushed you down onto the mattress. Hongjoong spread your legs and knelt between them, removing his boxers in the process.

As he let his cock free, it hit your stomach, causing you to whimper at the small contact. Still not done with playing with you, Hongjoong pressed the tip on his dick against your slit and ran it along your folds, loving to see your desperate reaction, and the way your hips bucked, begging for more.

“Fucking stop teasing me and fuck me already!” You yelled as you gripped his wrists, that held your hips.

“As you wish, princess.”

He finally entered you, with a fulfilling harsh thrust. The way he moved in and out of you was absolutely the way of a professional. He had you screaming and squirming in no time, and the amount of stamina he had was unreal.

Hongjoong thrust into you faster and harsher at every thrust. The look on his face was almost as if he had some competition to win: it was feral and rough, his hair was stuck to his forehead and his eyes were dark.

“Hongjoong… I-I’m gonna cum again…” You said between breaths.

The male slapped one of your breasts and grabbed it harshly.

“Cum for me princess. I wanna feel you around my cock.”

A couple more thrusts and a harsh squeeze on your nipple were what triggered you. Your toes curled. you grabbed the sheets harshly and your eyes shut tightly as a new wave of pleasure washed over your body.

Hongjoong let go of your breast, but his grip on your waist tightened, and his thrusts became uneven and sloppier. It was the lewd sounds of his cock slamming into your dripping core, along with your dirty sounds that sent him over the edge.

He moaned lowly and pulled out, painting your stomach and breasts with a warm load of cum.

You locked gazes with him and took some of his spurt in your finger, then inserting it in your mouth as you tasted him.

Hongjoong squeezed your thigh and smirked.

“Whatever will I do with you, my princess.”

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nobeliumoxygenoxygenmisc · 4 years

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Halloween w/ the starters HCs

Kaeya, Amber, Lisa x reader halloween hcs focusing on haunted houses and halloween fairs!! idk if mondstadt has haunted houses or fairs or even halloween in general, but they do now! pls enjoy and happy halloween!!

Amber, Kaeya, Lisa, gender-neutral reader (pretty vague, so you can imagine if they’re the traveler or not!), ~1.6k words total

Amber

If you offer to go to the haunted house, Amber accepts--despite every braincell begging her not to. Unfortunately you only make it worse if you notice and reassure her that it’s fine, she doesn’t have to go if she’s scared

Amber: What, of course I’m not scared??? It’s all fake anyway, I know that. It looks like fun Y/N!!

You: You really don’t have to if you don’t want to--

Amber: I’m coming. See, I’m already in line Y/N, what are you standing around for??

But the way she’s sticking very close to you--closer than usual--with a stiff-straight body, wide eyes and clenched jaw and fists tells another story

Throughout the haunted house, Amber’s fighting every instinct and reflex to not whip out her bow and combust in a burst of pyro whenever there’s a jumpscare, but she can’t exactly stop the jumps and screams and the way she grabs onto your arms like a lifeline

Pretty soon she’s glued to you, your hand losing all blood circulation from her deathly tight grip and your shoulder beginning to ache from the way Amber shoves her face into it to avoid looking into zombie eyes or vampire fangs and hilichurls--hilichurls?

It’s a sad sad day for the actor dressed as a hilichurl, albeit a bloodied, armless-with-a-bone-sticking-out hilichurl; Amber goes no thoughts head empty only hilichurl and charges--the room’s too small to shoot and everything will catch on fire if she uses pyro but her hand-to-hand combat isn’t that bad she’ll knock it out real qui--only to be stopped by you (just making it in time)

The actor is very grateful and Amber is too ashamed to even be scared for the rest of the way--that’s one way of making it through a haunted house--but to top it all off, somehow Kaeya gets wind of what happened???

He gives a dramatic, purposefully pompous lecture on what is proper etiquette for haunted houses (mainly don’t go in if you’re flight or fight response is fight) and whilst Amber is mentally taking that on board, she does not like how it’s Kaeya telling her this (especially when he makes a playful jab at how Mondstadt’s best outrider is supposed to be protecting its citizens, not attacking them)

Please cheer her up by taking her around the rest of the Mondstadt Halloween Fair, mainly winning her (or trying to win her) a vampire rabbit plushie that she’s been eying and will forever cherish since it’s absolutely adorable and she cherishes anything from you!!!

And showing her to the stand selling glider-shaped treats because all the kids there immediately so starry eyed at Mondstadt’s Champion Glider herself--and for her part, Amber has a lot of pride in that title

(of course an apology kiss also works--if you want her to be as red as her Vision)

Kaeya and Lisa under the cut!

Kaeya

Wants to go through a haunted house because he is a little shit tells you he wants to see just how good they are in there, but of course Kaeya doesn’t tell you how he wants to be able to tease you when you end up clinging onto him because you’re so scared

So a) if you refuse, firm and owning your fears and let him go on ahead, Kaeya’s delight is thoroughly deflated and he’s really just speedwalking through the haunted house, fighting his instincts to freeze everything and seriously? Not another zombie--

Or b) contrary to what he’d assumed, you’re not scared going through the haunted house, and Kaeya’s smugness is thoroughly deflated (and he can’t see how he was so wrong but you do always end up surprising him, whether he likes it or not)

But if you are genuinely scared, Kaeya does not realise just how much your terrified form guilt-trips him (and that’s when you’re not even trying to guilt-trip him) so he skillfully improvises his plan to win you whatever candies and prizes you want from the fair games afterwards, all the while still cashing in on keeping you close--he may be guilty, but he’s not going to miss out on the opportunity regardless

Needless to say, Kaeya really is a little shit but the rest of the fair is relatively less conspiratorial--as much as it can be with him

He gets you whatever prize you want, easily figuring out if the game’s rigged from a few glances and instead discreetly threatening advising the stall owner to ‘not be so sneaky, it doesn’t reflect very well on your business’

But of course he ruins it in his own Kaeya way once you’re decked out with all the prizes in the world by offhandedly mentioning he’d like his ‘payment’ by next Sunday and casually walking ahead before realising you’d been left stunned and blinking on the spot

You: You’re not serious are you

Kaeya: why, I’m as serious as can be

You: and here I thought you were just being a nice boyfriend, for once

Kaeya: Oh that hurts me Y/N, but I suppose I can take payment in kisses instead. As a halloween treat~

You can indulge him and give him a kiss for every mora spent on those fair games, or you can start returning the prizes to the stalls (which makes Kaeya begin to desperately improvise his plan some more)

As for halloween sweets, Kaeya’s interested in trying some out but his real target are the drinks--the taverns have all been advertising halloween specials for the whole month and Kaeya’s body is ready to try them all; from the Vampyro’s Explosion to the Electro Frankenstein, he playfully critiques them and pretends to miss the way the bartender’s hold his every word as law but what he really won’t admit is that he’s doing it just to see you smile and stifle your laughter at how pompous he’s being

Halloween’s fun enough on its own--it’s perfect for pranks--but celebrating it with you takes it to whole new level - especially if you join in with the pranks

Lisa

Drops a casual line about how matching costumes would be adorable before the fair so if you take her up on that, she’ll put more effort than usual (which, really, isn’t that much but when it’s Lisa it’s a lot) in picking out the outfits… although she seems to care more about what you wear than her

Can’t help but smile and coo over how adorable you look, calling you cutie more than usual (‘Lisa do you even know my name at this point??’ ‘of course i do, cutie’ ‘...’) but internally she’s really, really gushing over the costumes; from the generic vampire, zombie, witches costumes to the more flirty cat and knight (you both know a few Knights who’d be outraged at the costume but Lisa can’t help but enjoy it) ones to the funnier less halloween-y costume ideas like a spear (?), Barbara (?? later on, you’ll see a few dedicated fans sporting the costume) and a hilichurl (??? a horrible representation of one too) that Lisa is not that fond of… but if you really, really want it she supposes she can’t help but agree

‘You’re very lucky you’re so cute’ ‘You love me Lisa’ She sighs, ‘That too’

Win anything for her at a fair game--from candy to those obnoxiously big plushies--and Lisa is absolutely flattered, teasingly calling you her personal ‘knight’ and promising to treasure it

A slight ways off from the general hubbub of the fair, next to the cathedral, a small fire is lit with a thin crowd of people surrounding it. You’re curious enough to check it out as you pass by and it turns out they’re all swapping ghost stories. Lisa is slightly interested so you stay a bit, but she can’t help the disappointed sigh when some of the stories end so terribly. So you tell her to tell one and though she’d really rather not (read: can’t be bothered to), Lisa has an unfortunate soft spot for her cutie after all

And you knew your girlfriend was terrifying before (you’d seen her with people who had books months overdue) but when she puts the effort in to actively be scary is a whole new level

The story itself is good enough to get people shifting in their seats, but with the way Lisa manipulates her movements to cast her face in shadows to go along with the words just adds that extra flavour--and in the climax of the story, you almost swear there’s a bit of electro magic going on in her eyes and the fire seems to crackle louder than usual

But your girlfriend doesn’t say anything when you ask her later on about using her vision powers for it, merely acting offended and giving you an exaggerated pout that you think her effects were fake

Try going through a haunted house with her and Lisa lives up to her reputation--calm, composed, and almost bored of the desperate actors trying to get at least one peep out of her. Once, though, she tenses and her hand goes to yours, her other going to her chest as she breathes out a small sigh of relief, laughing a little at how ‘that one caught me off guard’

It’s not until you’re both outside and walking down the fair that you realise you’re still holding hands, and when you look up at your girlfriend, all she does is give you a conspiratorial wink and a squeeze--there is no sign she’s going to let go anytime soon

#genshin impact #genshin impact amber #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact lisa #kaeya x reader #amber x reader #lisa x reader #genshin impact kaeya x reader #genshin impact amber x reader #genshin impact lisa x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #amber #kaeya #lisa #my writing #writing #my work

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supermanshield · 3 years

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Naps are overrated, anyway

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There is a picture in the watchtower cafeteria of Superman and Batman, asleep on the Javelin.

This is the story of how it came to be, and why Batman let it be.

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Words: 4,092

Relationship: Clark/Bruce

A/N: I had the idea for this story a year ago. For the longest time, the summary you see right now was all I had typed out. Only now, after reading a bunch of JLA vol. 1 did I finally find the right characters, the right feeling and overall vibe, and wrote this in the past three days.

It doesn’t completely comply with continuity, because while I imagine this set somewhere in the 1997-2006 JLA run, Bruce mentions 6 kids (he would have only had 2 at the time + a dead Jason), although they don’t make an appearance. And I'm actually not sure if the Javelin is a thing in that run, maybe that's just a DCAU thing. Just go with it.

Also, Bruce is a bit of a boomer in this. idk, I had fun writing him.

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Batman doesn’t nap.

However, that is not to say that Bruce doesn't. He's nearing 45 years of age, not a grey hair on his head, but if he were to grow a beard now, or a moustache like his father, it would show a mix of salt and pepper, so he shaves it off, vigorously and every day. Moustache and beard, those are the first things to turn grey. Then the eyebrows. When that happens, Bruce will lose. He will give in to his age and keep his beard. Not yet. If Clark ever walks in on him during his morning ritual (probably soon), he will look at him with that forgiving smile. He will say what he thinks of it, because that's what he does. (Keep it, I like it, Bruce hopes secretively, but there is a sadness present in Clark's eyes that he will never completely understand, and that's exactly why he shaves).

Clark has seen it already though, he's sure. His 5 o'clock shadow must look like a foggy forest to Clark’s microscopic vision, and even worse in the morning, right before his shave. Clark hasn't mentioned it. A conversation for another day.

If his children ever found out about this particular insecurity, all 6 of them would laugh.

Bruce never really napped, or took time out of the day to simply rest, but now, Clark is there. To pull him onto the couch in the study when he's on his way to his desk. To keep him in bed after sex and before patrol. To fly through his window at WE at 50 floors up and pat next to himself on the couch in Bruce's office, door locked, and red cape hung up in the corner.

"It's time," he says. Every time. "You need one."

Bruce will raise his eyebrows. "Already, hmm?" he asks, almost every time.

He's made the mistake of sending him away before. (He won't do that again). Clark is the most stubborn man Bruce knows. He will say the same thing about Bruce, but that's beside the point. And It's not as if Clark distracts him from a case or work; he knows exactly when he has some time and is unable to make excuses.

Bruce is used to taking 20-minute power naps in uncomfortable positions on his desk chair, at the kitchen table behind the newspaper, with his feet up in the batmobile.

Clark sets the alarm for one hour. He pulls Bruce into a horizontal position against that broad chest, either spooning him or facing him, encasing him in his large arms (there are still 76 ways out of his hold, but Bruce can't think of a single one worth a try). They sleep.

Apparently Clark needs naps too, even though he doesn’t need sleep. Bruce has been meaning to ask him about that, wonders if it's a mental thing, a kind of meditation. Therapy.

His naps are dreamless. Afterwards, his return to consciousness is quick, he reorients on the surroundings, on Clark. Kissing him is a good strategy for grounding, Bruce has found. And just like that, they get on with their day again, because there is no time for dwelling, for another moment together. Nevertheless, Bruce is happy with what he does get. It’s more of Clark - and more time with him - than he deserves already.

So, Bruce naps.

---

After a long mission off-world, the league is on their way home towards the watchtower in the javelin. Diana is flying, with J’onn at her side in the co-pilot chair. The rest of them are hauled up in the back of the vehicle, they’re tired, exhausted, just trying to get some rest. Even Wally sits still. Only Batman is pacing up and down, his mind already on Gotham, on home, the cases that were open, the ones that he was *this* close to cracking. Batman doesn’t nap.

His mind is wandering, going at a speed that would make even Clark dizzy, but the puzzle pieces don’t make sense. Yet. His heavy boots are silent on the metal floor of the javelin, his cape a mere whisper of wind behind him as he turns to pace the other way again.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Hawkgirl’s voice cuts through the relative silence of flying through space (beeping, machinery, turbines, the jet - there’s a lot). She holds up one of her large wings, cutting Batman off from his path. “Sit down.”

He does. Next to Superman. A big mistake, although he doesn’t realize it until much later. No need to upset his teammates. He can meditate instead, stay awake. The noise of the jet doesn’t make it easy, but it can be done. Clark smiles calmly at him.

He sits straight, eyes open, breathing focused, and the turmoil in his brains slows down. Soon, they’ll reach Earth’s solar system and he’ll have access to the batcomputer. Not soon enough. Next to him, Superman is a steady support of a brick wall, but his shoulder feels warm and soft against Bruce’s, even through the suit. Underneath the cape and hidden from view, Clark’s thumb rubs circles into his side, lower back. He knows exactly what he’s doing. A Pavlovian effect has Bruce relaxing his shoulders, if only slightly. None of his teachers ever taught him how to deal with a superman when trying to meditate. His superman. His annoyingly super man.

His last thought is of Clark, and that it must be irritating to have a bat ear poking into his cheek. But then again, rarely anything physical ever annoys the Man of Steel. Then, finally, he dozes off, the roar of the jet diminished to a distant snoring.

---

Bruce is proud of the watchtower. His watchtower. It stands erect on the bright side of the moon, pointing towards earth. Always looking out. Within such an enormous structure however, some simple rules are needed. There is a long list next to the fridge in the break room, and one in the meeting room. No running unless there is an emergency. Masks on outside of one’s own room. Food is to stay in the cafeteria (he’s found everyone and Clark with various wrappers and chips bags in the monitor room, so he gave up on that – it’s crossed out). Training gear stays in the gym. The coffee machine has to be cleaned once every 2 days - the stuff isn’t that good, not what Bruce is used to, but it has helped him through several meetings and dull monitor duties in the past.

A couple days after returning from their outer space mission on the javelin, Bruce returns to the watchtower. There are several new members to have a meeting about. He has made up his mind on all of them already, the meeting is merely a formality.

Connor Hawke runs past – one of the new proposed members, codename Green Arrow after his father – and Supergirl flies over his head. “No running.” He stops them both with one move of his arm and a line on a batarang.

Kara turns towards him and slips out of his trap easily. “I wasn’t even running, B,” she says while she floats down. Connor has crossed his arms and looks out the window, Batman’s line still taut around his upper arms.

“There are rules. If you want to be in the Justice League, behave like it.” He reminds her of the proper use of code names too, for good measure, and unties Connor.

With a sigh, both young heroes are off, making their way towards the break room. Bruce follows them and finds Wally and Kyle already inside, but as soon as they see Batman turn the corner they scurry out through the door on the other side.

It’s the first clue that something is amiss. The newer heroes standing around the fridge and chuckling, the second. Bruce lays eyes on the offending appliance and feels his body tense. If smoke could come out of his ears, it would.

“Flash!”

---

The standard size piece of paper lies on one of the metal surfaces in the computer area of the cave. Bruce tries to ignore it while he works, but the primary colours of Superman’s suit in the image are a thorn in his peripheral vision. With a swift move and a smack, he turns it around, and gets back to his files. He has sent his notes for the meeting to the watchtower, reported that he’s too busy to attend.

He works on some of his own active cases, gathering data and looking at evidence. Most of it is paperwork, boring but necessary. He slowly makes his way through every file, meticulously and efficiently. Everything gets reported and written down in case a pattern reveals itself later. The puzzling can be done when he’s more focused. Meanwhile, the cases that are solved and closed get a little custom-made bat-stamp on the front of their manila folder before they get filed away. Alfred brings down coffee, the good kind. Time passes quickly and he’s still busy when Clark flies in.

“Hey,” he walks up to Bruce and bends down for a quick kiss. “I thought you’d be at the meeting today. Diana said you were busy.”

Bruce points to the piece of paper in explanation, Clark turns to grab it. “Wally happened. And I’m always busy.”

“I see. He seemed almost unnaturally giddy today. Oh hey, look.” Clark holds up the picture of Batman and Superman, asleep on the javelin. In it, Clark’s face is peaceful, his mouth open, despite one of the ears on the cowl that is indeed poking his cheek. “We look cute.”

“Batman doesn’t do cute, Clark.”

Clark sighs. But you do, his eyes seem to say. No, I don’t, Bruce replies with his. “Where’d you get this, anyway?”

“Wally put it up on the fridge in the watchtower cafeteria. You didn’t notice him taking it last week?”

“Clearly,” Clark points to the Clark in the picture. “I fell asleep.”

“And here I thought you always listened to your surroundings.”

“We were in space. Not exactly much I can hear out there.”

Bruce gets up from his chair. Having a Superman has once again proven useless. Only Clark can do something so silly and time-wasting as sleeping, on purpose. Naps are overrated, anyway. They’ve had this discussion many times, Bruce knows the outcome. *Always* be on high alert, he will say. Clark will push back, it’s not that simple, he will say. Everyone needs sleep, his eyes pleading, apologetically somehow. They do. But it has taken Bruce obtaining Clark’s powers in a freak magic accident and chasing after the sun and every criminal on the planet for 72 hours straight to realise that. Now he knows the desperation, the feeling that it will never end, the knowledge that in the end, not everyone can be saved, even if you try.

Everyone needs sleep, even Superman.

Clark watches him milling through these thoughts, it must be written on his face, and holds out his hand when Bruce’s features finally relax. He’ll just have a stern talking-to with Wally and Kyle next time he’s on the watchtower.

If only it were so simple. The next time he’s on the watchtower, the picture is back on the fridge. And in the main hallway. And in the transporter room, the trophy room, and the ground level bathroom. Bruce groans, suppresses the urge to face-palm. He takes the things down one by one, systematically going through the entire watchtower. Then, he has that talk with Wally. And with Kyle. Best to keep them separated. They snicker that it wasn’t them *this* time, and don’t seem scared of him at all.

He’s either gone too soft in his old (not old, mature) age, or he should have designed the watchtower with a lot more corners for menacing shadows.

Wally and Kyle are both telling the truth, Bruce finds out in the next couple of days when more pictures return while Kyle is off in space and Wally is busy on earth. This time, it’s not just the one of them sleeping on the Javelin. A bunch of pictures have been put up in the break room. There’s one of Clark, asleep on monitor duty with his feet on the console (Bruce makes a mental note to talk to him about that). There, right there, that’s the reason why there always have to be two leaguers watching the screens. J’onn looking desperately at a small pile of Oreo crumbles on the floor of the meeting room. Diana vigorously devouring a tub of chocolate ice cream. And Batman, pointing at the camera, the other hand on his hip.

He has no idea who took it, but it has to be one of the speedsters. All he knows is that this has to stop. No matter if one finds this kind of thing funny, there are rules, privacy issues, secret identities and all that.

The security footage that Bruce watches back in the cave that night reveal some of the newer, younger members of the league sneaking around the watchtower with a roll of tape. They don’t know where all the cameras are, clearly. They don’t know the rules, clearly. Wally and Kyle have to have set them up to do this, clearly.

Clark watches with him over his shoulder. He chuckled when Bruce showed him the evidence earlier, but now his face is serious. He mouths an Oh. “This is getting out of hand. I’ll organize a meeting tomorrow.”

---

The next day, in the biggest meeting hall on the watchtower, over 30 faces stare at them from across the large round table. Diana and J’onn are seated on their side, for good measure. They’re victims in this too. It’s intimidating to be called to the watchtower by Superman and Batman for a meeting on professional conduct, and even more intimidating to sit across four of the original members, especially for the new ones in the crowd. Good, Bruce thinks. He stands up, and so does Clark.

“Welcome, everyone,” Clark starts, the warm and commanding baritone all Superman. “We’re glad you could all make it on such short notice…” While Clark talks, Bruce regards the crowd of heroes standing nervously, or sitting on the few available chairs. Firestorm’s flame burns smaller than normal, the new Green Arrow has his bow clamped between both hands, and even Plastic Man seems to genuinely pay attention to Superman. Wally has his chin in his hands on the table, pretending to be interested, and Kyle only seems to pay attention to a scratch on the table’s surface. “…today is not an emergency, but it is important nonetheless…” Get to the point, Clark. “It seems that whilst we acquire more and more members for the JL, some of you think this is some sort of club and not an international organization to protect the earth,” he drones on. Arthur sighs, and for once, Bruce agrees with him.

“I will not tolerate this any longer,” Bruce cuts Superman off brusquely, in his most serious bat-voice. “Take all pictures down. And if I see another one…”

Wally huffs, interrupting him. “No fun allowed on this godforsaken rock.”

Before Bruce can retort, Clark puts a hand on his tense shoulder. “What Batman is trying to say, is we can’t do this. Even if it seems harmless. Because if we get careless about the little things, we get sloppy, and if we get sloppy, the wrong information might fall into the wrong hands.”

“You’re just as paranoid as he is,” Plastic man points at Batman. “It’s a couple of harmless images.”

“And what did I just say?”

“You’re saying no fun allowed,” Kyle supplies this time. Once again, Bruce takes tremendous effort to suppress a face-palm, and crosses his arms instead. He grunts. Really, they have 37 children here. Not just the 6 back home – a rookie number. 37, except maybe not Diana. Maybe. “Man, we bust our butts for you guys. I’m behind at work, barely get any sleep or free time and you’re getting on our case for something as dumb as this!” Kyle throws his arms up in anger. Behind him, Connor tries to shush him.

“This is work just as much as your civilian job. And more important on top of that. If you want to slack off, you can do that back home. Not here.”

“Grumpy much, bats? Someone missed their morning coffee today…” Wally mumbles.

They continue staring at each other, but it’s Superman who breaks first, uncrosses his arms and sighs. “You can have a couch in the break room… and a tv.” he looks at Bruce. At his expense, of course. “That’s it. No more images of JL members. Leave your personal lives at home.”

“Fine,” Wally sits up. “We’ll take them down.”

---

A couple days later, Bruce is back on the watchtower. No weird pictures greet him this time. Much cleaner. He steadily makes his way to the break room to grab a coffee before the current meeting, but only because he didn’t have time to wait for Alfred’s Italian brew anymore. Clark is with him, already more cheerful because of Bruce’s relatively better mood.

The cafeteria is still empty, the little kitchen still clean. Save for the fridge. There, prominently in the middle of the door, the original picture of Batman and Superman on the Javelin stares him squarely in the face. It’s held up by a pair of small Wonder Woman magnets this time. Clark says something behind him, but Bruce isn’t paying attention. As he gets closer, he can tell it’s different. The paper is thicker, a nicer quality. The image is not a print, but hand-drawn in a mix of coloured chalk and high-quality pencil. The lighting, especially, is magnificent. Kyle Rayner. A new addition is the caption in curly handwriting underneath the image:

Even the world’s finest heroes need to sleep

Now, Bruce face-palms. Hard. Clark mutters a fuck, but regains control quickly. “I’ve got to hand it to them; they have nerve.” Bruce ignores him as he opens the fridge to grab the milk for Clark’s coffee. “It’s a good quality to have.”

“Or a bad one.”

Clark shrugs. His face breaks out into a grin. “And, I have them on my side now.”

Oh, no. Bruce whips his head up from the coffee machine to look at Clark. “Batman doesn’t nap.”

Clark inclines his head, raises an eyebrow. But *you* do. It’s so goddamn frustrating when he’s right.

“Hn. You already have Alfred on your side, that’s enough. And I’ve been good about it.”

“According to your standards, sure. Don’t you think it’s time for one later today? After the meeting?”

“Not here,” Bruce whispers.

“Back home.”

Home. It’s a good thing the security cameras don’t record sound. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I’ve got some time before patrol.”

Clark’s grin turns victorious, and Bruce burns his tongue on the coffee while he tries to hide a smile himself. He’ll decide what to do about Kyle’s art project later. Right now, they have a meeting to attend to.

---

The next morning, Bruce wakes up to Clark kissing his jaw, his mouth. He tastes like Alfred’s coffee. Too early, as always. Not early enough, as always, because Clark is already getting up for work. He considers pulling him back into bed and just straight up explaining to Perry that Clark is late again because he’s fucking the owner, but then he remembers yesterday’s incident. He’ll have to do something about it, obviously, but he’s not looking forward to acknowledging the whole thing yet again, maybe even admitting that the younger members are right, if only a little bit. Stupid watchtower clubhouse. His foul mood must be showing on his face, because all he gets is a “Let it go, Bruce” before Clark disappears into the bathroom. He comes back out in record time, fastening his tie. “Just, let it go. Let them have a little bit of fun. They’re young.”

But not doing anything about it is not an option. Not for Batman, and not for Bruce. “If I don’t retort, they’ll keep going. This won’t die out.” He sits up in bed. At the foot end, Clark is putting on his shoes.

“It will. You can’t fight fire with fire, sweetheart.” He walks over to Bruce and kisses his cheek. That’s it.

“That’s it. I’m going to fight fire with fire.” Get down to their level. He has kids, knows what teenagers and twenty-something year olds think like.

“No,” Clark groans. It turns into a sigh. “I’m going to be late.”

Bruce gets up. “Then go. Have a good day at work, honey.”

Clark clenches his jaw, and swings his messenger bag over his shoulder, giving up. “I’ll meet you for lunch,” he says, already halfway out the window.

Bruce closes it behind him, and then quickly makes his way down to the cave. He lets Alfred know he’ll have breakfast on the watchtower, dons the batsuit, makes a quick stop at his desk in the cave, and beams up to the watchtower. 9 am. He’s still on time.

---

At lunch time, the cafeteria is buzzing with excitement, more and more heroes gathering around the fridge as they point and whisper Really? And Do you even think it was him? And Wally, this must be another prank of yours. Bruce hears shushing and He’s right there while he drinks his coffee on the other side of the room. Finally, Clark walks in and takes a second to behold the spectacle, his brow furrowed, listening in. He clearly gives up on going to the fridge to get food, and instead makes a beeline to where Batman is sitting at one of the tables. “What’s going on? Did you remove it?” he asks as he sits down across from Bruce.

“I did not.”

Wally sticks his head out of the crowd and looks at the two of them. “Hey Bats! Does this mean we can keep it?”

Calmly, Bruce sips his coffee, pointedly ignoring the younglings and the little victory he supplied for them. But of course, and without skipping a beat, Clark notices his smug mood. He leans closer across the metal table. “What, did you put your bat-stamp of approval on it?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

Clark looks back over at the fridge with his spectacular vision to see what Bruce has done earlier, before anyone else was in the vicinity; his bat-symbol stamped onto the lower right corner of the caption. Later, he’ll add a rule to his original list next to the fridge. Only approved art and trophies allowed on the watchtower.

“I also hacked their phones and made sure there are no digital copies anymore,” he explains. “That should teach them to think twice next time.”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Bruce shrugs. After all, he’s heard it all before. Only this time, Clark is unable to suppress a smile, he puts a hand over his, and adds “I love you.” Even that is nothing new, he knows it already, but it hasn’t happened on the watchtower yet. He allows a smile to form on his face while Clark holds his gloved hand. The rest of the league is too busy with the commotion around the fridge, anyway.

A few days later, he finds a copy of the drawing in the cave, this one with a small Superman stamp in the lower-right corner. It may just be exactly what he needs to see after a long night of patrol. Alfred seems happy about it too, and not just about the two people in it. He now simply points to the text with a stern face instead of obnoxiously and repeatedly clearing his throat whenever Bruce comes back from patrol battered and bruised or refuses to go up to the house and his bed.

There is another one in the fortress, although Clark doesn’t spend much time there. Bruce figures he can use the reminder whenever he does go there, so far away from humanity, to work on a case. And in Blüdhaven, Dick has one on his bedside table. The last time he visited Titans tower he noticed one in the hallway. Both of those not Bruce’s doing. He lets it slide, right of his cape and cowl and cool exterior. He just hopes everyone can keep it within their inner circles and that Batman and Superman won’t get turned into one of those ‘memes’.

#superbat #write write #humor #jla

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 3 years

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Are you going to finish the Tiny Virgil AU? Cause the last chapter ended on a cliffhanger. If you don't feel like finishing the whole thing, you could maybe give us bullet points of what was supposed to happen?

Ahaha whoops, I kinda forgot that fic. at the rate I'm going, it'll take like ten years for that or any of my other fics to get finished. Tbh, I actually have a whole outline for that one? Acantha (@theeternalspace) and I brainstormed the rest ages ago and then I took our thoughts and bullet-outlined it out.

The thing is? Like, emotionally I want to hold onto my thoughts and finish it, but if I am to be completely honest, realistically it probably won't happen. Because I wanna prioritize Gibbous over it and all.

so tldr: I'd like to write more installments, but in the case I never finish it and/or you don't care about spoilers, check the read more for what happens.

warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, morally grey sides (all sides are present so beware idk its been awhile im not up to date with how the fandom handles this sorta thing)

Chapter 5

Anx cant believe he forgot about Thomas!

He was so caught up in Creativity wanting to play with him, he's forgotten about his whole purpose

He goes to the real world, worried about all the things that could've befallen his host without his guidance

Anx is confused to be faced with adult Morality and another...side?

"Thomas?"

Thomas is big, Anx is not

This can't be real, can it? How can he protect Thomas like this?

Roman shows up, but the damage is dealt (Ro and Pat converse a bit)

Virge starts panicking and panics even more when he sees Thomas affected by it

Ro & Pat try to comfort Virge but no use

It's Thomas who gets to him. Who is...helping? Why?

"Wh-why are you so nice? I'm bad, I hurt you--I do bad things."

Thomas looks sad at that. He tries to explaining that he doesnt think Virge is bad, he can be good

Virge doesnt really understand but at the same time...Thomas loves him??

Thomas offers him a hug and he accepts it. Still so confused but at least his host loves him.

Chapter 6

Virgil ends up tuckered up in Thomas' arms

"Crying is exhausting, don't like it" He complains to Roman.

"I know. You've been very brave, little prince."

It's not that late but Thomas seems nervous. "I should go to bed." (Basically feels like if he doesnt adhere to his childhood bedtime, he'll get in trouble aka lil Virgil's influence)

Patton asks if he'd like for him to accompany him and Thomas nods

Roman and Virgil end up back in the mindscape with Patton promising to follow soon after

Roman tucks him into bed

Patton comes back, looking tired, and both Roman and Patton agree to talk with Logan in the morning about things

in the morning with Virgil still asleep, Lo, Pat and Ro talk briefly

Logan shares some theories (Age regression maybe?)

Patton tells them what's up with Thomas

Roman decides to bother the Dark Sides. "If this happened before in the past, they would know, wouldn't they? And if they're behind it this time then I can get them to stop it"

They decide to have Patton look out for Thomas again and for Logan to watch over Virgil while Roman ventures out to the Dark Sides

Chapter 7

Logan mulls over what is happening

Grateful that Thomas is going to bed early at least

He is not worried, he is Logic

Tries focusing hard on his book

Virgil wakes up, disappointed to see Logan and not Roman

Roman ventures through the dark mindscape

infodump detail on how it differs vs. the regular mindscape, quiet, silence nobody is around

"HELLO" Roman screams as his brother pops up

"What do I owe brother dear for this visit?"

Virgil is worried about Roman, but Logan placates him a bit

The two end up doing a puzzle

During which Virgil randomly hugs Logan

When Logan asks why, Virgil explains "You're scared. Hugs make me feel less scared"

Logan thanks him for the sentiment but insists he is not scared

"You're scared, I can feel it. It's okay, I get scared lots of times so you don't have to." Virgil says

And then Logan's fear dissipates

He stares at Virgil, shocked, because did tiny virge take his fear away??

And if so, if tiny virge knows how to do this, has adult Virgil been doing it without them knowing??

Chapter 8

"I know you did it" Roman growls. It makes sense really. Remus did random things for sh*t and giggles

Remus blinked "Oh! You found out about ____, didn't you?"

"What no!" Roman says, disgusted. "I'm talking about Virgil."

"Wait, you think I did it with Virgil? Mr. Emo?"

"NO!" Roman snaps. "Stop playing dumb!"

The two have a scuffle, ending up with Remus having a sword at Ro's throat (who is stuck in green goop)

"I really don't know what you mean." Remus says, "What is it exactly do you think I did again?"

Logic must hate him, Anx thinks, otherwise why would he be looking strangely at him?

but its okay, even if it really really really hurts, Anx has done it before and would do it again to keep from any of them feeling pain

He asks if Anx took his fear away and he nods

surely this must be a happy thing but Logic seems even more upset

the fear grappling tiny virge is foreign. It's so different than fears he's taken before. He finds himself drowning in it. he doesnt quite understand most of it. But there's fears about himself, Logic being scared for him, not of him. (basically oh boy adult fears are much harder to process for a child Anxiety)

Logic grips his hand and asks for his fears back

"I can't" Tiny Virge says, shaking like a leaf

Logan asks it again. Virge shakes his head "I can't, I--I don't know how!"

He really doesnt know how. Usually he just holds it all in until it explodes.

Logic echoes some of what the fear is telling him, that Logic cares for him. And weirdly, it means a lot for him to hear that Logic actually cares.

But noooo he must only care because of Thomas, right?

Anyways this is resolved somehow idk lmao and then Logan is called to help with Thomas

Virgil promises Lo he'll be okay, not wanting to stop him from being able to help their host

Logan promises he'll back momentarily

Virgil squeezes Zola and tries his best to stay calm

Previously on Rem and Ro

Roman spills the beans on whats up

Deadbeat silence

Remus then babbles about how he has no clue what Roman is talking about, but is super intrigued and wants to check this out for himself

He sinks out as Roman grabs onto his ankle, but isn't enough to stop him from sinking out.

Chapter 9

"Hiya!"

Little Anx squeaks, shadows gathering at his feet, ready to strike at....

A Green-Dressed Creativity? He dresses fancily like him.

"Princey?"

Green laughs. "No, I'm The Duke! Princey's my brother!"

And Lil Virge is kinda confused but rolls with it because Creativity pretending to be someone else/splitting himself into two is a very Creativity thing to do and isn't too worried about it.

Roman shows up, fuming

However, because of Virgil, he has to play nice

They end up having a pretend tea party

Roman finds himself shocked that Remus is decent with kids? Or at least a Kid Anxiety??

He still says outrageous things but Virge giggles at them (Basically kids really have no baseline for moral right-or-wrong, they find talk of murder funny)

Roman feels a bit guilty/regretful realizing he never played much with Remus growing up

Eventually, Logan pops up slightly frazzled

He's relieved to see the twins there looking after Virgil

Explains the situation w/ Thomas to Roman while Remus and Virgil play

Patton pops up, looking slightly weary, leading Roman and Logan to insist he take a day off from watching Thomas

Upon seeing Logan & Patton, Virgil runs up to hug Logan, but shies away from Patton

Patton tries to hide his disappointment about this

Remus tries to leave upon seeing Lo and Pat are here

but Virge clings to him, insisting he stays

The Others agree, and Remus perks up a bit.

Somewhere, there's a discussion about Virge again, late at night?

Logan reveals Virgil taking fears from him

At some point it's decided to leave Janus out of it as it's unknown how little Virge would react to him and the fact that Janus most likely knows what's up and has chosen to stay out of it

It's decided that Remus and Roman will traverse the Imagination to see if there's a solution there

Logan will be with Thomas

Meanwhile Patton will look after Virgil

Chapter 10

Patton's POV

Little Virge is upset about both Remus and Roman leaving

they try to placate him but it does little. (Telling him how they'll stay safe and they don't want him going because they want to keep him safe)

Patton's heart breaks but he has to holds back Virge.

Eventually the two have heart-to-heart

Apparently the two had a classic childhood spat, that means a lot to Virge even tho poor Pat doesnt remember the spat at all.

Pat tells them they're the best of friends now, even shows him evidence

Virge feels a little better

Sees a snake stuffy in Pat's room, asks about Dee

Patton deflects

The two end up making cookies together

The Imagination is a bust, although the twins return squabbling in a good mood

And Remus has a "present" for Virgil, who delights in it.

They chat, when suddenly Virgil screams

Chapter 11

Virgil's POV

He's been trying his best to stay calm, to hold back the anxiety gained from Logan and also the other fears swelling inside of him

But it's too much, and push comes to shove. A burning sensation occurs

And it explodes

He has a panic attack and realizes it extends into the real world

Overwhelmed and upset, he runs off.

He runs off to his hideaway and sits there

Getting bombarded with fears

He's there for what feels like hours when--

"Oh my dear Anxiety" A crooning, unfamiliar yet familiar voice says

Virgil looks, surprised, to see Deceit!! There's a lot more scales and he's wearing a funny outfit but it's him

He is happy to see him albeit sobbing into his capelet because of what happened.

Dee holds onto him going, “Shhhh everything’s alright. Shhh it’s not your fault. It’s my fault, I’m sorry—“ and Virgil interrupts shrieking it can’t be his fault, because in his mind Dee would never do anything bad and it hurts Dee to know that young Virge has so much faith in him.

"You'll hate me" But Little Virge refuses to accept that. "You're lying, you don't mean that"

"Okay, you caught me. "We stay best friends forever" OR something along those lines

Dee convinces him to bring back to the others, that they don't hate him

When they return, the others "freaking out" is a mild understatement.

Dee slowly produces tiny Virge out of his capelet.

Hisses at them to keep their distance because crowding Virge will only freak him out

Apologies and misunderstandings are made clear

Thomas summons all of them and they all have a sleepover

Virgil falls asleep snuggled between Remus and Dee

Chapter 12

Maybe Roman's POV?

Along with Thomas, they have a discussion

Dee waits a bit, before revealing that he's behind the reason for Virge's current state.

As his role Deceit, he has access to both truth and lies. One lie is that Virgil believes his kid self died and is no longer a part of him--attempting to actively repress those memories

He then points out the childish aspects of each side's function. (Maybe Logan input something about growing up and stuff)

P: "But why would Virgil think this?" J: "oh gee, I wonder why. It isn't like he was made to feel like an outcast from a very young age or anything"

Instant Guilt for all

Anyways Dee explains some mishap occurred, thus reverting Virgil back to this state

You get the sense Janus isn't telling the whole truth.

Janus says he has a way to fix things, and that's when there's a noise

"Anx?"

Virge is there, standing incredibly still, slightly heavy breathing

"Anx, it's okay, we're not upset"

Little Virge heard everything and is upset but he understands

He knows Thomas needs big him, and the others reassure him that they'll be there for him, each having a small moment with him

Then he starts glowing brightly, causing them all to be alarmed, Janus included

Chapter 13

Virgil is back and boiiiiiii is he freaked the heck out

The Others including Thomas are all there, F*CK how can he ever recover after they saw him like that?

He's both embarrassed and mortified

Not to mention it hurts to have two sets of childhood memories rattling inside his head. One that was lonely and painful, and the other that was happy but fake

He snaps at Janus and ends up fleeing in his room

He doesn't duck out

He cant do that

He just doesnt....go out. He doesn't want to hear the jokes start. He doesnt want the babying or the pitying to start.

He does his job and that is that.

(inwardly he knew this would happen, but not like this)

They try summoning him (Thomas included) but he wont come out. His door is locked.

Patton slips a note under the door but Virge refuses to look at it.

Blares MCR

Somehow Zola appears in his room, and he'd like to tear it apart or something, but he can't help but squeeze the stuffed bat tight and cry for the childhood that never was.

A week passes, and there's a very sad prince at his door

Virgil ends up letting him in because look, he's not a monster

it's very...awkward at first

but they eventually have a heart-to-heart and some snarky banter

and Virgil is very confused when Princey feels the need to apologize to him

They also discuss Janus and Virgil very reluctantly agrees to talk to him

Virgil ends up talking with Janus over tea

Janus doesn't really look at him, staring at his teacup as he explains himself

and dammit, Janus has hurt him (but then again so has Virgil hurt Janus)

But a part of him really misses him. A part of him that has always missed him.

Janus explains he just wanted to know where he went wrong in their friendship, that he went the round-about way because knew Virgil wouldn't talk to him but messed with things he shouldnt and accidentally caused Virgil to revert to the age before their friendship started fraying by accident.

He admits that he almost wanted to leave Virgil that age, to take advantage of it as a way to start again, but ultimately couldnt let himself take advantage of virgil in that way

He also apologizes, telling Virgil "Showing weakness isn't bad. I told you once that you had to stay strong and not let anyone see it, but I was wrong" and that he understands if Virgil doesnt accept his apology right away or if ever

And Virgil doesnt completely accept, not yet, but he's willing to try

It ends happily with them going down to dinner with the others. (possibly Virgil having moments with the others??)

the end

BONUS, Written Scene from Chapter 11 w/ Virge's and Janus's reunion because I was self-indulgent and wrote ahead

“Oh my dear Anxiety,” A silky voice croons, so achingly familiar.

He sniffles, raising his head to meet eyes with the much older face of his best friend; Deceit. It has to be, there is no other side whose left side of face is reptilian in nature. He’s crouching beside Virgil, only one set of arms present at the moment. He’s wearing a funny outfit, but then Deceit has always dressed funny, just like Creativity. Neither of them have ever been worried about standing out.

“Dee!” Anxiety cries out, all but flinging himself onto the older side. The velocity of it flattens the two onto the ground, with Deceit letting a small grunt from the impact. He’d be more worried about possibly hurting Deceit if he wasn’t too busy bawling his eyes out into the strange cape Deceit is wearing.

Deceit strokes his hair, so soft and gentle. Then two sets of arms hoist Anxiety upwards, settling him onto Deceit’s lap. Deceit hugs Anxiety, cocooning him in a warm embrace. For a moment, everything feels normal again. As if they’re all kids still and Anxiety had sought Deceit for comfort after a bad nightmare.

Then Deceit speaks, saying words meant to be comforting. They are comforting at first, until Deceit says things that don’t make sense. And Anxiety knows Deceit is a liar, that he says things that aren’t true. But he knows when Deceit isn’t lying. They’re best friends after all.

“Shhh, it’ll be alright. Shhh, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. I hurt you and I’m--”

“No!”

“No?” Deceit repeats.

“No, it--it--you didn’t do anything bad, you wouldn’t!” Anxiety says, nearly shrieking, “You’d never, ever, hurt me. We’re best friends and best friends don’t do that.”

A strange, choking noise erupts from Deceit. Anxiety looks to see Deceit’s human eye glistening. His best friend’s lips quiver, like Anxiety gets when he gets too scared to speak. Except Deceit is never scared. He always knows what to say in a situation, confident in ways Anxiety could never be.

“Oh, I’ve forgotten what you were like at this age,” Deceit whispers, so low that Anxiety thinks he wasn’t meant to hear it. Then Deceit shakes his head, a weird laugh escaping him. “You’re going to hate me, Anx. Or rather, you’re going to hate me more after this is all over.”

“You’re lying,” Anxiety accuses, his fingers tightening around the fabric of Deceit’s cloak, “You don’t mean that. I love you, Dee, you’re my best friend and--and...Big Me is still best friends with you, right?!”

Deceit inhales sharply, as if there’s something stuck in his throat. Before Anxiety can even grow concerned for his well being, he breaths out a long dramatic sigh.

He rolls his eyes, smirking, “Alright, you caught me.”

“I did?”

“Yes. I was only lying to scare you out of crying,” Deceit assures him, “I didn’t mean to scare you into thinking we weren’t best friends still. Of course we are.”

“G-good,” Anxiety huffs, “don’t scare me like that, Dee, I don’t like it!”

“I won’t do it again, I promise,” Deceit says, his smirk fading a bit as he takes on a somber expression, “it still isn’t your fault for what happened, Virg--Anxiety. Neither I or any of the others think it is. They certainly despise you for it.”

“Despise?” Anxiety’s heart jumps a bit, “Oh! You mean...you’re saying...they don’t despise me?”

“I don’t know,” Deceit raises an eyebrow, “Why don’t you try reaching out? See what their fears tell you.”

Anxiety closes his eyes, sticking his tongue out in concentration. If he thinks super hard, he can envision everyone's fears like spider webs, branching all over the mindscape, interconnected in some ways and in others, completely disconnected in each side's little corner.

And he is the itsy bitsy spider, that scuttles about and maintains the webs to some degree. Because a little bit of fear is good, it helps keep Thomas alive. So he traces the webs and searching for what Dee suggested. There is one thread present, in every nook and cranny of the web, he searches, even in the splinter-offs. One fear that repeats and loops through the whole network that he has never seen before.

"Oh." Anxiety breathes, eyes widening. They're not afraid of him. They're afraid for him, worried about his safety and wellbeing. Anxiety doesn't know what to think of that.

#kat answers #anon #tiny virge au #and yeah this is basically how I outline fics and stuff sorry im not too funny unlike some others in their outlines

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fleshblueberry · 3 years

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Babe wake up im going to rant about my ocs lore because im bored

Tw/cw depression, suicide, kidnapping, addiction, unreality

I write angsty stuff for my ocs oops-

When i first started making my characters they were very different in alot of ways and they were very different from what they are now. But i some how managed to glue all the chaos of my ocs together into a semi-coherent story. I went through an insane amount of world building with myself and i honestly dont think ive ever writen or typed any of it out before! its all just up in my head (and you know my memory is trash so ive probably forgotten of alot of things i made before lol). Anyways- i have two main story lines for my characters. Ethan's story, and Vevlet's story. Although i must admit Ethan's story is less complex than velvets simply beacsue it acts as a story of prequeal to Velvets story line. (Alternate realities that happen to have effect on each other basically- we love space time junk)

Ethan's world is very similar to ours, the most similar out of any of my fantasy worlds lol. Ethan's story revolves around self-discovery. I mean for it to be a wholesome/lighthearted thing that quickly leads up to dark undertones (spoilers lol). Ethan's story begins with Eef pre-transition (AFAB to NB). We get to see Ethan learn about themself and have fun exploring emotions and what it means to be alive. Ethan comes from a run-down family (mom khs, dad mia). So he lives with his adoptive parents (who i have yet to design and think about- theyre lesbians 100% though). A major moment for Eef is meeting his partner Seth. As you already know Ethan and Seth are cute ass boyfriends and stuff but guess what! im jammed their story full of angst and edgy shit bc i "wrote" most of this when i was hella depressed! Anyways Seth's family is like moderally welathy, wealthier than most i would say. Seth catches feelings for the emo chick ofc (forgot to metion Eef was definately a hot goth girl before he transitions).... uh yea anyways seth ends up flirting and crushing on eef and eef is like yea sure im bored and sad why not. and they end up dating after a while. Theres an important moment in their relationship when Ethan take Seth to this dead tree. THis dead tree is very important also bc it is where his mother hanged herself, and Ethan doesnt quite remember that bc he was very young when it happened, but he knows it as a place of comfort and he goes there alot when he feels sad or alone. this tree could be taken as symbolizim but heheh ill never tell. anyways Ethan is like yo my fevorite tree and Seth is like wtf okay bro ily and all but why a dead tree with an unstable tire swing?? ANd ethans like idk but i like it here reminds me of my childhood (op my guy) and they spend the night there. Also when ethan comes out to seth as nonbinary seth is just like ok,,, because hes bisexual lol. anyways time skip and Seth has some addiction problems once he graduates, long story short- Ethan doesnt like it bc his dad was a druggie so he trys to help Seth and Seth raises his voice and ethan is tiny compared to his bf so hes naturally like terrified of being hit and he suddenly feels his world of happy and peace he build back up bieng destroyed once again so he heads to his mothers dead tree and decides life isnt worth it anymore, and he hangs himself in the exact spot his mother did.... once seth comes off one of his highs or whatever hes like- oh fuck i yelled and acted agro to my traumatized partner. and he immedatly goes to the tree bc its Ethans favortie spot but its to late. regret is the only emootion anymore... its over for them.

now youre probably wondering how the absolute hell does that tie into velvets lore?? well do i have a tale for you. Velvets sotry begins on her 21st birthday, she is out for drinks with her douchebag bf and her bestfriend. several drinks later she yells over blaring club music shes going to the restroom, and as shes walking back she sees her bf and her bestie making out and she doesnt even say anyhting and walks out alone. She is making her way back to her apartment very tipsy. She then hears a vechile driving beside her, she cant make out anyhting theyre saying and the people in the car get out and before she even relises whats going on shes thrown into the vechile and is being beaten and yelled at. She passes out as theyre driivng to somewhere. When she next awakes she is in a barn-looking place. Concreate walls painted red and straw all over the floor. she cant stand, her legs stung and so did her entire body. for several days- she doesnt know how long she stayed in this place unable to move or do anything. Weak and starving, she gathered up her last bit of strength and hung herself on a low board (havent really worked out the details on that scence bc i keep changing my mind but she does hang herself). Cut to a space of nothingness- legit nothing- exactly its impossible to imagine nothing. In the nothing sits velvet all skin and bone, and then an entity, a hooded figure with long hair, sits next to her. No words are spoke, but the entity looks at velvet longingly. Then it tears out its eye- just full on plunges its hand into its socket and rips it out. bloody mess honestly. the entity hands its eye to velvet, and she takes it. there is no thoughts here, no sound, only actions. Cut once more to a coriners room place? ya know the place with dead bodies and tables and shit- anyways a bright light emerges from dead!vevlets chest and surrounds her entire body. *cue stunned doctor mans* Velvet arises from her death with her scars healed over and... wings. Yup shes an angel now. I mean her world already had monsters and things of suppernatural belonging but- angels are rare. She makes 1 of 2 angels in their relam as of current. Angels are "made" from regrets. Regret overflowing from two sources- one long dead and the other recent. This is where ethan comes in. Ethan's regret from how he died was powerful and sad, powerful enough for his spirt- an entity- to reach Velvets. Velvet too, had much regret in her death. So young and so many things that could have been avoided. In the days following up to her death in the barn/cellar she only felt regret. Regret for all she did and all she didnt do. So much pain summoned the entity. Their powerful forces of regret pulled them together and allowed Velvet to return- but at a price for the both of them. the entity lost its eye- symbolizing a loss of humanity and conscientiousness. While Velvet lost herself, she no longer can view her world in the same way. She has severe ptsd- like episodes and halucinations. She cant go back, she has to live through he own grief. Velvets appearnace also changes quite a bit. Her hair got longer, she has two sleek gray wings on her back, and- one of her eyes are purple now. why does it hrut her to see that eye? why is it all so familiar yet far away. Her human brain can hardly understand all the changes. But she was gifted this- she knows she must try. And luckily for her society sees angels as higher beings. They are given the umost respect but they are also greatly feared because of how misterious their origins are. The only other known angel meets with velvet quite alot through her story, he will act as a sort of guide/plot device to make things a bit easier for myself (havent worked out his lore tho or even a design for him hjbfkjsdb). Anyways im tired and its 1:35 am so thats all the lore you get for now, plus its the stuff ive thought about the most so- i dont really want to think any furtherb ahead yet lol. to many little things to work out...... i love creating but oml typing hurts after an hour or so-

Jam out!

... I don't even know what to say to this

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ranmanjuu · 4 years

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not a request but can you imagine oda forces trying to play smash against the anti-oda or they all play minecraft together

i’ll expose myself here. i have never ever played smash (although minecraft steve being announced is super pog) so i can’t tell ya that part bud. but i can with the blok game. (disclaimer that this request was made after i closed it yet my heart said No, you actually Want to do this so here i am. most probably will be short).

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welcome folks, to SengokuSMP.

oda forces:

—nobunaga:

would be the one that steals your iron and shit. commits thefts willy nilly, and no one is exempt from this. if he needs it, he’ll get it with or without your consent.

would kill an iron golem for the few iron it gives

before he got his own base (cause i think he’d just spend most of his time mining and getting materials to protect himself) he’s probably just barge in the nearest bed and sleep in it, regardless of the owner.

his base would probably be built by hideyoshi or sumthn.

he prefers playing pvp more than just survival. since mc placed a kind of restriction for the end (and therefore blocking them from completing the game), he goes onto servers and practice his battles even in a block game.

1.9 axe-shield pvp. he’s tactical in knowing when to strike and block and to back down, and is immaculate with his crits.

—hideyoshi:

probably spends the first few days around nobunaga to protect him. he always fights off the mobs near him even if nobunaga can handle himself.

always reminds people to sleep every night, so that the phantoms don’t come. even though a lot of the players prefer to just stay up.

built a base for nobunaga near his mine cause he needs A Place and not just mooch furnaces and beds from other people.

spawned iron golems for “protection” but nobunaga keeps killing them cause it just gets in the way

would be the one to make mines 4 blocks high so you don’t Bump your head thing, probably like 3 block width and even staircases. would also be the one to make a safety railing across any bridges he finds.

if an ally, he’d greet new players and give them some extra stuff so that they have Something to start off with

i feel like he’d be a pve player idk why

—mitsuhide:

no one knows where he is most of the time. nor his base.

unless you see his nametag (which, most of the time, he’ll see yours first) it’s kinda hard to find him when he’s off and alone.

mf is the black market of the server. whatever potions, potion ingredients, or shit like that, he has. he probably owns like several wither skulls enough to summon a wither.

he would sneak around when mc is mining and just like. scare the shit out of them. the cave noises don’t help.

(the newest screenshot hasn’t been released yet but,) y’all know the warden? the new mob? cause it’s reliant on sounds, if anyone is ever in its proximity he’d throw like snowballs at them so that it goes after them. little shit.

bow skills?? perfect. even in a game his accuracy is spot on. you know those obstacles people make with like slime blocks and maybe mlg 360s? mf can do that

he probably knows enough redstone to make traps, too.

somehow knows what everyone has/doesn’t have.

—masamune:

prank ass bitch.

he probably has like a Source of tnts in his base or something. if anyone is moving out of their old base, he’ll either blow it up or burn it, whether they wanted to or not.

fuck it. he’ll do it even if you’re not moving.

probably doesn’t often sleep and would rather fight off the phantoms than anything.

he probably wants to defeat the dragon quick, cause it’s supposed to be the game’s ultimate goal. but because of the previous restrictions you put, he just goes off and fights other players (cough kenshin, nobunaga)

and when he does kill you, expect like half of your items to not be returned.

also one of the casual thieves in the server. he just doesn’t care that it Belongs to someone and just yoinks

also a pvp player, although i find him leaning more to 1.8 style. he will jitter click you out of existence.

has dogs because idk he gives off that vibe also they Attack.

—ieyasu:

does not log on much lol. he got on once and then Never Again. it’s only when you ask him that he begrudgingly does get in in his own contrarian way.

definitely goes wayy far out for more isolation cause he doesn’t want to get caught up with whatever shit masamune has.

the only major thing he did besides mining and everything was that he got a cat. and almost no one knows about it, other than you because:

“ieyasu has made the advancement [Best Friends Forever]!”

“mc: :OOOOO!!!!”

yeah, you never told anyone.

the longest time that he logged in at first was probably when he found out that cats sleep in beds and just. sat there as the night goes by in his bunker just watching and hearing it purr. he’s a bit irritated when the others tell him to sleep, but then see that the cat went and slept on him that secretly made his heart soft.

and then you insisted on going to his base which took a considerable amount of time, and even with his denying, you decide to decorate and expand his base! you also got to name the cat, but you never knew since you just said like “i’d name it [...]!” and later ieyasu found a name tag and actually did name it that.

—mitsunari:

he doesn’t run a lot i don’t feel. primarily because he was wonky with the controls from the start.

i feel like he’d have the brain to be a redstone engineer. he spends more time like, making those cool machines than anything (probably those that’d help out everyone like an automated farm, etc.)

thing is he forgot that he could die, so most of the time he’s just starve to death without even noticing it.

much like in real life, he always forgets to sleep. and that’s why phantoms are his number 2 in his cause of deaths.

doesn’t have an actual base. hideyoshi built a small one for him, but mitsunari kind of never uses it and just logs off on the spot. at this point it just became a part of the main buildings for everyone or something.

he doesn’t do an awful a lot of collecting and often asks others for some. and when he is given it, he goes “thank you ^^ <3″ and does like the happy-shift thing. it’s honestly too cute for it to be just pixels.

probably knows a lot about minecraft stuff too, it’s just that he never uses any of it.

—ranmaru:

he was so excited the first time you told him that he was invited to the smp of sengoku warlords! would probably frequent the most.

i think he’d just vibe really. not exactly going extremely into pve or pvp or redstone or building, he plays it at a very slow place and more like an animal crossing player would.

like, he builds a small farm and stuff. it isn’t as efficient as mitsunari’s, but it is what it is. also has an animal pen with loads of one animal category and he tends to let people use it with the exclusion of some (coughs masamune) as long as they breed them again or something.

and while he doesn’t go for the big projects, he is kind of a builder? he has the Aesthetic sense while building his house and stuff yk. would maybe lean into the cute, cottagecore stuff.

favorite food in game is probably cake! it takes more effort than most other foods and it just looks cute so he likes making them.

totally has shaders on.

is scared shitless of cave noises at times. you could play 11 near him and he’d just straight up panic and log off.

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uesugi-takeda forces:

—shingen:

i find him to be maybe one of those builders that stick to large projects and stuff idk why

he does other things too, mainly pvp (he likes to just head over to nobunaga’s base and kill him sometimes. not that the man doesn’t accept the challenge). would probably also be more into 1.9 pvp because he’s a very calculative person in fighting. yes even in block game.

but the first thing he built once he’s set from collecting materials, was a “restaurant”. for what, you ask? why of course he takes you on a minecraft date. that was the top of his list the moment you even told him about the smp

once the others found out (which was not that long) he just started bragging. kenshin burnt down the building later on.

but he always escorts mc or some shit while spewing out his Lines in chat, sometimes doing the bow in game thing. in response, there are several barfs in chat, and a list of people coming to kill him.

mf likes to combat log on kenshin when he’s on a Killing Spree for the shits and giggles.

—kenshin:

first time you told him about it, he was very happy to learn something about mc’s modern times, even if it’s a children’s game. unfortunately, he didn’t know what an ‘smp’ meant.

so when he logged on and saw that there were Other people, his smile turned into a deadly frown as he just began punching them to death. he only stopped when they ran off and you intervened.

he tried having you stick around longer when you were giving him a tutorial of how to play the game.

at first he only collected material to get stronger. and by that only sword because he sees no need in getting armor (he doesn’t die in battle irl, he can’t die in a simple game). but WRONG cause he got killed by shingen who, even though he had a stone axe, had iron armor while kenshin got nothing but an iron sword.

he doesn’t make a base (why do so many here don’t make bases istg). in fact, he doesn’t log on much.

at first, he only goes on if mc is on. it’s only when he sees that mc appreciates some of the work the others have put into things (like shingen’s builds, mitsunari’s redstone, etc.) is when kenshin tries to Do Things Too and kinda fail.

this man kinda has no aesthetic sense in the block game. but you give him a for effort.

1.8 pvper. he can definitely do 1.9, but more the former mostly cause his deadly anger makes him jitter click like crazy. often challenges others (consented or not) which mostly includes masamune and nobunaga, and he often surprise attacks shingen and sasuke.

—yukimura:

honestly a normal player in survival.

he makes a decent house, has some pretty strong gear, and just helps around his allies a lot (mostly {try to} drag kenshin away from trouble, scold shingen for being too close to mc {though it’s a him problem ngl} and just being a messy caretaker).

i feel like he’d enjoy tekkit tbh. sasuke would probably introduce it to him and he’d just generally enjoy it.

but this is about the smp

he got lucky the first drowned he killed dropped a trident and it’s been his favorite weapon.

probably tried at one point to build kenshin a small base but he wouldn’t listen so like. shrugs.

he’s a bit iffy with playing alongside the enemies in the same server, but they are kind of divided into two. and mc did say it was just for fun and games and they didn’t want to see actual wars be dragged into this, so he just lets it go and has fun.

he looks forward to beating the enderdragon a lot, when the end is available.

—sasuke:

oh Boy he’s having a field day. his adored sengoku warlords? playing minecraft, his childhood game??? absolute pog.

even though it was you who proposed the idea, the one who set up the server in the first place was sasuke, since he has more knowledge on that stuff.

since he got his bearings quicker than the rest from experience, and he was earlier to log on due to testing and stuff, he mostly helps you with building like the main hub, like the center place for everyone and generally things that involve helping the overall smp.

can mlg water bucket, through a lot of trial and error. he uses it mostly to make dramatic entrances where he drops from a hill and just not take damage.

^ speaking of Dramatic Entrances, he probably has a chest full of ender pearls for those specifically.

although he helps a lot with guiding everyone, at times, he pulls out the ol’ “sleep in the nether :)” suggestion just to troll

ngl he’d stick to his ninja thing and successfully make a redstone-wired door and has his banger secret base in it

—yoshimoto:

the s in smp doesn’t exist to him.

he’s just a collector, really. one of his first priority isn’t even materials like stone, the moment he finds any kind of flowers he’ll pick it up. it’s only when yukimura and sasuke actually Give him shit does he start living a not broke life.

probably dies a lot to mobs and stuff

but like legit, this man spent a long time collecting all 13 discs and almost every flower (yes, even the biome only ones) because he wants to take it all in. nevermind the fact that he can just listen to the discs online and all.

he’s immaculate in his aesthetics. even with just wood he makes his base look really cool ngl.

some parts of it are plastered with every painting there is in minecraft, or just item frames, or flowers in their pots. every decoration you can think of, lamps, campfires, even armor stands, he has them.

you gotta give him credit, it’s a lot of effort.

he often afks just to listen to the music even though, again, he could just listen to it online.

got into a bit of a spiel with ranmaru, since he unknowingly dyed a lot of his sheep (he did categorize it with color though). and so they made an agreement to just have every color sheep, and put them in different pens. so they just shared it now

he saw the cave updates and went silently bonkers because how pretty some look (like the lush caves? hello??)

he has like. 14+ texture packs and 4 different shaders ready at his settings.

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You Get Me — Satori Tendo x Reader

Summary: Being friends for a very long time allowed you to better understand the enigma Satori Tendo is. And after a series of messages, you know something´s wrong with your best friend. He crashes at your place to talk about what´s been troubling his mind for a while now.

Posted: 05.01.2020

A/N:

I can´t believe from the number of guys I love from HQ, my first HQ fic had to be Satori (considering that I cry every time I think of Asahi and that Oikawa also makes me go ajdskjfskjfs, but Satori is the one I relate to the most. We are both one and the same ToT)

Also, I´m experimenting with something new. Something I´ve never done before sjddjkfa I´m so nervous idk why, I shouldn’t be. Fry attempts: adding texts screenshots to imagines.

And with this, I add Haikyuu!! to the list of fandoms I write for. Enjoy. Let me know what you think.

Word Count: 2.2 K

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff with no warnings that I can think of.

Years and years of friendship with Satori Tendo allowed you to better understand the weird enigmatic mind he had. And of course you would. Weirdos usually got together, and the both of you being basket cases of your school, you ended up becoming friends from a very young age.

And because you knew Satori Tendo better than anyone, you knew this was bad news. Something had happened to him, and that instantly stung in your chest.

For someone who always had a poker face, and rarely cared for what others thought of him, he cared deeply for his friends. That being said, the only opinions that got through him were those coming from the people he cared for. He was a tremendously emotional guy, however, only you got to see that side of him.This series of messages was a cry for help. "I need to talk, and I need to be heard" they said.

Just like he had threatened, 20 minutes went by and he rang the bell at the door. Opening the front door you found your best friend talking with the pizza guy. He grabbed the pizza, thanked him and walked towards the entrance.

"Yo, [Name]-chan. I paid half the pizza. I would've paid all of it but I ran out of money" He said greeting you with one of his trademark sassy smiles.

"Yeah, don't worry. actually the pizza was going to be on me, but you were a step ahead" You chuckled awkwardly as he patted your head, scratching your scalp gently.

"As I often do~" He sang.

Tendo walked inside your house making himself comfortable. You paid the rest of the pizza plus the tip and went back inside. Tendo was lying on the couch, already engrossed in his new manga. You sighed closing the door behind you and walking to the kitchen.

Grabbing two glasses, you filled them with cold water from the fridge and returned to the living room.

Without looking away from the manga, Tendo reached out to grab the glass. In a swift move, he sat up straight and drank half the glass.

"Re-fre-shing!" He sang "Thanks!"

"No problem" You sat on the ground in front of the couch as your friend put the glass on the coffee table and lied back down on the couch.

You knew better than to ask Tendo what was wrong. He was your best friend, and he rarely kept things from you. And he was well aware that you knew something was wrong. It was best to just let him talk when he was ready.

"So," he began after a few more minutes of silence. "You know how some people seek fame and power?"

"Greedy people"

"Exactly" Tendo said, closing his manga and sitting on the couch "The volleyball team is quite popular around school, you know that. The best way to get people to know who you are is by either getting in or by hanging out with us"

"Why does this sound familiar to Mean Girls" You giggled moving from the floor to the couch, sitting next to your friend.

"Because it is" Tengo hissed. "Ah, what a great movie…" he sighed. You stared at him, smiling gently.

"Is this a story about betrayal?" You murmured before taking a sip of water.

"I broke up with her" Tendo said flatly. You noticed the change of tone and how he refused to say his former girlfriend's name.

"What? You did?" You said not as surprised, since you could tell they were soon to break up. "Why?"

"She's one of those greedy people. Although I wish I'd realized earlier…"

"Tendo-kun" You whispered.

"There wasn't something quite wrong, but things didn't feel right. And then, I realized she wasn't what I was looking for, plus she didn't correspond to my feelings"

"Oh, dude… I-I'm"

"Don't say you're sorry" Tendou cut you off "I don't need that negativity in my life. Besides, she wasn't entirely happy either"

"What do you mean?"

"She said I spend too much time with you. And that I rarely make time for her. 'It's either volleyball or [Name], but its never me, is it?' she said" He faked a high pitched voice as he quoted her.

"What did you say?" You asked.

"That you do like me for who I am, and not because I'm in the volleyball team"

"Didn't you have feelings her?"

"In the beginning I did. I truly did. But she's right. I prefer to spend time with you than with her" Tendo sighed casually as you felt your heart skip a beat and looked at him.

"When are you going to realize that you like her" Tendo's girlfriend had told him minutes before the break up. However, he already knew this. He also knew that eventually the two of you would end up together, it was just a matter of time.

You stared at him, as he kept reading. Unsure of what to say next, what to do next. You looked around the room, looking for inspiration or some sort of enlightenment to act. Then, your eyes set on the pizza.

"Pizza?" You asked.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. Yes, please!" He cheered

He grabbed a slice and took a huge bite. A sudden silence grew between you two as he ate his pizza.

After a few bites, he continued talking. You followed him and grabbed a slice for yourself.

"I normally don't care for this kind of shit" he whispered between bites "I don't know why it's affecting me so much right now"

"Because you cared for her…" You sighed looking at him in the eye "Your smug little ass for once cared for someone else" You smirked and took a bite from your pizza.

"Don't say it like that!" He said in a high pitched voice "I care a lot about you. And I care about my teammates" He said ruffling your hair and scratching your head softly. "Girls can be so mean sometimes" He sighed loudly.

"Yes they can" You answered covering your mouth with your hand as you chewed.

"But not you"

"I try to be a decent person" You said after swallowing the bite and looking at the slice in your hand.

Something in your gut felt uneasy, and it was hard to pinpoint what exactly. You felt sorry for Tendo, for breaking up with his girlfriend, since Tendo hardly had feelings for someone to begin with. And now that he did, she didn't like him as much as he did.

At the same time, a guilt swirling around your stomach. Guilty for feeling relieved that he had broken up with her. Not that you were jealous of his now ex-girlfriend, but you were a bit possessive of him. He was your best friend. He was your go to person whenever you wanted anything. He was your greatest confidant. And knowing how some girls were the jealous type, the idea of having his presence limited made you feel insecure and lonely. After all, it wasn't precisely easy for weirdos like you to make friends. And Tendo was the perfect weird to match yours.

"You're the most decent person I've met. Even though you're a little bit weird" You chuckled, broken away from your trance of spiraling thoughts, and looked at your friend, meeting his stare.

You felt that familiar warmth endearment tickling your gut. You usually avoided thinking about how much you liked him. But in times like these, in which he smiled at you, it became hard to breathe and hard to ignore your repressed feelings.

"You think I'm weird?" You chuckled leaving your half eaten slice back in the box. "Do you not know my best friend? He's the weirdest of them all!"

"He must be a cool guy" He said looking at you attentive to your answer.

"Oh, he is. He's the coolest, actually. I am so very grateful that I met him. I am even more grateful that we became and still are friends"

He was taken by surprise. He knew all those things, but he had known them through actions. A series of memories gathered ever since your childhood that proved how much you cared for him and how much you fought to keep your friendship afloat despite going to different schools for a while before you both made it to Shiratorizawa.

However, for the first time, he actually heard those words. Moved by the sudden change of tone. Going from playful to sincere real fast, had him feel an urge to hug you and never let you go. From the two of you, he was usually the emotional one who always exaggerated his emotions through words. You were usually the quieter one who simply made happy noises or sobbed silently while clinging to him.

"Thank you, [Name]" He said resting his head against yours, not sure why he was containing said urge to wrap his arms around you.

"Let's stay weird" You said leaning into his touch, gently rubbing your face against his.

"For eternity, you and me"

"Against the world"

A brief silence flooded the living room, as you kept rubbing your face like a needy kitten. Tendo, with his eyes closed, savoured this moment of peace. It felt just like when the two of you were still kids. Weird forms of affection like face rubbing and making weird noises back and forth as if you were talking a language of your own.

"You get me, don't you?" The redhead broke the silence.

"Better than anyone" You answered.

Tendo began rubbing his face against yours now. The both of you, back and forth, Your cheeks pressed together, as the two of you very ridiculously rubbed your faces together, just like you would do when you were kids.

"Hmmm, that's nice" You giggled, feeling the flashbacks coo you gently.

Your noses began touching gently as you continued. Eventually, Tendo stopped rubbing his face against yours, but he did not pull back. He stayed there, his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours.and his eyes, for once, didn't look like those of a bird of prey. The usual analyzing eyes he had were now replaced by a much tender stare.

Both if your faces, rather close together. And the velvet silence rising up the tension. His eyes, inviting, capturing yours. The anxiety building in your belly as you wondered if it was okay for you to lean closer.

Not wanting to waste your chance, you did. Closing your eyes as you gently pressed your lips together. Tendo gasped briefly before giving in the kiss. He kissed you back, as you shyly locked your lips with his.

Despite being your first kiss with him, Tendo wasn't being shy at all. He'd been secretly waiting for this moment. And now, he was savoring it. He wanted to be closer to you. With one of his hands, he put them on your hips and gently pushed you into the couch.

You followed his lead, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer. Your mind seemed to turn off with the excitement overflowing in you. He positioned himself on top of you, between your legs. Kissing you slowly, passionately. You wondered if he kissed his past girlfriends like this. The thought alone made you jealous.

He stole your breath with every teasing brush of his tongue against yours. With every time he gently bit your lip. The weight of his slender body on top of you made your blood get warmer and warmer as you lost focus of the world.

At least until he broke the kiss. You panted loudly, trying to catch your breath. Tendo remained closed to you, smirking proudly with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"[Name]?" He said resting his head on your chest and snuggling his face underneath your jaw.

"Yes?" You sighed still breathless.

"Hypothetically speaking" He said "if I were to ask you to be my girlfriend, what would you say?"

"I'd say yes" You answered at once without a second thought. Tendo smiled at this sudden answer. "Hypothetically speaking" you added.

"Follow up?" He asked once more.

"Shoot"

"Why would you say yes?"

"Because..." you stopped, while staring at the ceiling for a brief second before speaking "...you get me better than anyone else. We're both different kinds of weird. And I don't want your fame or popularity. I decide to hang out with you because of you. I don't need anything else, and I don't want anything else"

Tendo giggled and brushed his face against your neck, giggling softly. You blushed, your face getting instantly hot, wondering if you had sounded like a fool. However, before you could Ask, Tendo spoke once more

"My hypothetical girlfriend is so weird. She's clever though, and has a way with words. She always has the best answers, and you know what?"

"What?" You asked shyly as Tendo leaned up, resting his weight on his elbows against the couch.

"She's my girlfriend now" He giggled, bumping the tip of his nose against yours before stealing an innocent peck from your lips.

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