#i hope you enjoy that part when the volume drops anon

[mxtxfanatic]

Hi 👋. Saw your recent take on how fandom interpret MQ. And I would to here your thoughts about him being the tsundere people try to make him out to be.

MQ trying to make it up to XL when really FX was the only one still sincere. I've only read up to vol. 4 and reread vol. 1 and 2 to get a better look at details. But there are some concerning lines that even XL noticed. Like MQ seems excited at the prospect of XL becoming this mass murder during the Guoshi FangXin reveal. Even the first introductions in the book was him mocking XL's helpful nature.

"Mu Qing’s eyes were glimmering, however, and his restrained shock contained a faint underlying excitement." TGCF Vol. 2 chapter 18

"Since his third ascension, there could only be one phrase to describe the way Mu Qing treated him: passive-aggressive. It always felt like he was waiting for Xie Lian to get booted for the third time so he could make snide remarks. Yet now that Xie Lian might actually get booted that third time, he suddenly became pleasant—he even came specially to deliver medication. This complete reversal in attitude made Xie Lian feel quite disconcerted." TGCF Vol.2 chapter 19

Even XL was freaked out by MQ acting nice to him.

"Mu Qing suddenly asked, “Was everything Lang Qianqiu said true? Did you really kill those Yong’an royals?”

Xie Lian looked up and met his gaze. Even if Mu Qing had been forcibly hiding it, Xie Lian still detected a trace of uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. He seemed highly interested in the details of Xie Lian’s massacre at the Gilded Banquet—he followed with another question.

“How did you kill them?” TGCF Vol. 2 chapter 19

And after XL half lied about his involvement.

"Feng Xin paled. Mu Qing loathed that expression of his the most and said in annoyance, “All right, put that face away. After everything, for who are you looking so pained?”" TGCF vol. 2 chapter 19

I'm not reading this wrong to think MQ is just a very entitled b****** that got high on his position of power and is looking down on XL for coming from a place which is lower than what most people would go through? Is it appropriate for me to interpret him being downright hostile and reveling in XL's disgrace? Because the stans take for MQ questionable character is bothering me a lot. He is not some prickly cat with a soft heart. He is sharp thorns all the way inside and a heart colder than most.

Unless something changes in further volumes I haven't read which is unlikely. Considering MXTX penchant for consistent character writing.

Thoughts?

Something does change about Mu Qing’s character near the end of the novel, but it’s just character growth. You aren’t misreading any of his actions in the earlier parts of the story. What kills me is that yes, Mu Qing is a terrible person who is petty and jealous and insecure and thinks that the only problem with hierarchy is that he isn’t at the top, but he changes and people ignore that! In the best interest of not introducing spoilers, I will say that Mu Qing does explicitly, using clear language, acknowledge his mistakes and how wrong he was about how he viewed Xie Lian and his treatment of the other man. He acknowledges this on his own under no threat and with no prompting. And people ignore this because it does not fit into their perception of Mu Qing as either right or at least well-meaning. He is neither of those things. He knows it. Xie Lian knows it. But he can be those things if he puts effort into it, and for all people call me a hater about his character (which, yeah lol), I for one think he tries by the end.

So no, Mu Qing isn’t a tsundere because he’s not being mean or rude or petty to those he loves to hide a mushy middle. He’s doing it because he thinks he is right to and that eventually people will see that he is right. The story does not agree he is right and duly punishes him for his fuckery, and he changes into a better person who is actually nicer to his friends because he wants to be their friends and not their superiors. That’s his character.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

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Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut · roommates to ??? | this piece takes place before these two got together · allusion to the reader being chubby · self-pleasure (both parties are getting off, but not engaging with each other) · voyeurism · improper use of supernatural abilities · Chris’ inner wolf won’t shut up · mentions and hints of: fingering, knotting, breeding, etc · Guilty & Moping Christopher · self-loathing

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Chris would’ve never thought he’d be this weak. He was usually very good at ignoring this attraction he felt. A couple of months of you living here with him had practically trained him for it. However, a handful of nights a week, it was almost impossible to ignore.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, really. It was only natural that someone your age would indulge in one of the most primal needs an animal could have, and, of course, like a proper human, you had tools to deal with all that. 

The first time it happened, he almost dropped dead right then and there. It took him a moment to notice back then. He was so sleepy he thought he might’ve been hearing things, but, after a few moments of that faint buzzing sound resonating through the walls, the first quiet moan gave it all away.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he started to get hard the moment he realised you were a few steps away, getting off. Chris had covered his face and ears with his pillow in a desperate attempt to not hear. Having enhanced hearing didn’t make it okay to eavesdrop, especially not during such intimate circumstances.

That night, he had to stop his hands from moving multiple times. He refused to get off to the sound of your quiet whines, to the buzz of the toy… He refused to even start imagining the scene you’d be painting in your room. He tried to distract himself, watching cute videos on his phone, or putting his headset on to try and muffle the sounds travelling through your shared home.

He’d succeeded for the most part, but after you were… finished, he heard you going through the motions of leaving your room, going to the bathroom, and then back to your room… He needed to drink something, his mouth was dry and his senses were on edge, plus, a cold shower was more than needed, considering his traitorous cock just wouldn’t go soft.

He had to wait almost twenty minutes to leave his room, just in case you were still awake. Honestly, the moment he stepped out of his room and went into the bathroom, he was almost winded by the smell of your scent in the hall. It wasn’t your fault, it probably just lingered there from when you had walked through here earlier, but, God, it wasn’t helping his problem one bit…

Regardless, Chris had been able to keep himself in check that night. No boundaries were broken, and that was enough to ease his mind.

However, even if he’d succeeded, he wasn’t really prepared to deal with this on the regular.

Every night he heard the buzz, it was a night spent in agony. Sometimes he’d just stay in his room, headphones plugged in, playing a game on max volume. On other nights, it’d be so incredibly difficult to hold himself back from doing something he’d regret, so he’d just leave the flat altogether.

He’d go to Changbin’s, or Minho’s, or Jisung’s, or anyone’s, as long as he got to be away from you and your goddamn scent and the alluring sounds coming out of your room.

He should’ve known that this couldn’t last. Chris was bound to break, and the tortuous workday he’d had today, coupled with just how incredibly exhausted he was, seemed to have lowered his inhibitions enough for his hand to mindlessly find its way to his crotch as soon as he heard that godforsaken buzz.

“Oh, shit…” Chris mumbled under his breath, leaning his head back against the headboard of his bed.

What was he doing?

Well, he knew what he was doing, but why was he doing it?

Using his supernatural hearing for this was beyond creepy, immoral, you definitely didn’t deserve it. But, God, how could he not do it when you sounded just so… pretty?

He couldn’t think straight, not when sparks of pleasure were running up and down his spine with each stroke of his hand, not when he tightened his grip just right. If you were to have your hands on him, would you hold him like this? He’d be more than delighted to show you what he liked. He just knew that you’d be able to perfectly mimic the pressure that made him dizzy, that you’d work him up diligently, that your hands would feel a hundred times better than his did.

Chris could hear the faint buzz in the distance, the quiet whines and sighs, the muffled moans… He could picture it all in detail. You, sprawled on your bed–that bed he himself had laid on many, many times before… platonically–legs spread, a hand on your breast and the other holding a toy between your legs. 

What toy were you using? Was it a dildo? A bullet? One of those trendy suction ones? He selfishly hoped it wasn’t a dildo. A dildo wouldn’t be enough for a girl like you, he was sure. His fingers would be much more suitable. He’d prep you so well, stuff you with as many of his digits as he could, touch you however you liked to be touched, using the bullet or the suction toy on your sensitive clit…

But he wasn’t there right now. You were on your own, playing with yourself and your toy. His mind really couldn’t decide on which one it would be, the mental image he had kept shifting between devices. The only thing that was a constant was the look on your face, all blissed-out, with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape.

Would you be teasing your nipples? Rolling them between your fingers? Pinching them? If you weren’t, he’d gladly do it for you. God, the soft flesh would just feel incredible in his hold, he just knew. The sight would surely be heavenly.

Lick, suck, fuck, perfect tits just for me…

After spitting in his hand, Chris brought it back to his aching cock, smearing the saliva all over himself before he tightened his grip and pumped. Oh, how he wished it was you. Your hands, your mouth, your cunt, or even your thighs… He’d take anything you were willing to give him, he just knew you’d look so, so gorgeous while you choked on him, while you took him in any and every single one of your holes…

His spit and the pre-cum spilling from his tip helped lubricate him, each stroke produced an obscene squelching sound that just joined the quiet sounds you were making in your room. The buzzing increased, your whines became more frequent, and Chris just sped up the motions of his hand in response.

What if he just barged out of his room and went straight to yours? Would you let him take you? There was a small, very idiotic part of him that believed you would. You’d open your legs further, let him settle his body between them, and plunge himself right in while he kissed you. You’d be so warm around his cock, tight while you adjusted to his size, he was simply salivating at the thought.

Perfect, perfect cunt that’ll take her alpha’s cock like it was made to… mine, for me, for my cock, for my knot… to be stuffed to the very brim with my pups…

Chris’ chest was vibrating slightly with his contained growls, the thought of kissing you, fucking you, claiming you, and scenting you in one of the most obscene ways possible had his instincts on edge. His inner wolf wanted you, of course he did. He was just another part of Chris, who was already absolutely crazy about you. Every single part of him knew just how well you’d take anything he gave you, how well you’d do for him.

His logical mind wouldn’t let him leave his bed, though. He’d risk too much by acting purely on his wolf’s instincts. Instead, he just sped his strokes, matching the rapid pace you seemed to have set for yourself. Was your toy at top speed? Or was there still more? He wanted to find out. He wanted to be the one to use it on you, to have you moan his name in his ear and squirm under him.

Just the mere thought of you saying his name got him so, so close. There was nothing more that he wanted right now than to have his pretty roommate crumbling in bliss, he just knew he could make you feel so incredibly good if you just gave him a chance.

Pleasure mate, satisfy mate, scent, mark as mine, mine, mine, mine, mine….

All of a sudden, the quietest of moans left your mouth, and you started gasping for air. He could practically smell your scent, floral, fresh, aroused, satisfied…

Oh, he was so doomed…

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Chris mindlessly swore under his breath, speeding the movement of his hand, thrusting into his grip as the telltale signs of his orgasm clouded his senses.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he let his climax wash over him. His cum was warm, thick, and creamy since he hadn’t unloaded for days now. He had to make a conscious effort not to growl like the fucking horny dog he was while he got the expanse of his torso drenched in his release. It felt like he was coming for an eternity, and, by the time he had milked himself dry, all noise coming from your room had stopped completely.

Chris heaved a sigh, and his ears started ringing. This was just what he needed after such a long, strenuous day at work. He felt his frustrations quickly evaporate, replaced with the rush of endorphins only a good wank could release into his system. He laid there, panting, his head lolled to the side as the bliss of his orgasm relaxed his muscles, and for a moment, he felt like he was floating, even sleepy.

He was deep in bliss, light, satisfied…

But then, dread started to seep in.

“Oh, God, what’ve you done, you fucking idiot?” Chris reached for his discarded shorts on the floor and used them to clean up the mess he made. When was the last time he came this hard? There was so much cum…

What a waste…

“Shut the fuck up, dude”, he shook his head, like that would eliminate the thought.

How was he going to look you in the eyes tomorrow? You were his roommate. His female, very much human roommate that had trusted him enough to move in with him, and this was how he acted? By secretly listening in to you pleasuring yourself in the privacy of your own room? You had no idea what he was, that he was capable of doing this at all, so of course you would go ahead and make all the noise you wanted within those four walls. It was your right, but he had to go ahead and be disgusting about it. How could he do this?

His skeleton almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door to your room open, only to hear the bathroom door closing a few seconds after.

Would you be just washing your hands? Or would you be washing your toys as well…?

Chris shook his head again. He had a serious problem…

With a sigh, he plopped on his bed, and decided to wait until you were done so he could go to the bathroom himself and clean up properly.

Squish, knead, hold tight… Must cuddle mate, make sure mate’s satisfied, happy…

He flicked himself on the forehead, right in the middle. He was capable of keeping his instincts in check, goddamn it. Why was his subconscious slipping like this?

As he laid there, staring at the ceiling, with the phantom of your scent lingering around him, he figured it was time to accept that he was incredibly attracted to you. Physically. Enough for him to become a desperate mess and lose his composure just at the thought of you masturbating a few metres away from him.

He knew, of course. He knew since the very first moment he saw you. But this was odd for him. Chris typically didn’t feel attracted to people in this way just out of nowhere. The fact that he’d known you for a couple of months already seemed to have made everything so much worse. You were nice, funny, kind, and, quite possibly, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen… He, very clearly, had a crush on you. What was he going to do about that?

When you finally retreated to your room, he didn’t dare leave his bed. The last thing he wanted was for you to start worrying about whether he’d heard you or not.

He heard you, alright, but you didn’t need to know that.

After twenty or so minutes, he finally made his way to the bathroom, and your scent still lingering in the room almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Flowers… Fresh flowers… Mate’s scent…

While he cleaned himself up, Chris tried his best to ignore whatever instincts were running rampant deep inside him. His inner wolf was a horny idiot that was making him do stupid things whenever you were concerned. But, by association, that meant that he was a horny idiot who had just had a mindblowing orgasm thinking about his roommate. Thinking about you.

When he finally tucked himself back into bed, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the absolute worst person on earth. You didn’t deserve this, for the disgusting, horny werewolf you didn’t even know was a werewolf to be disrespecting you like this. He needed to do better.

But, God, why did you have to be so pretty? And so… his type? He was sure he didn’t have a type before he met you, but the more he had to be around you, the more he realised you were certainly his type.

Soft mate, squishy mate…

Sighing, Chris laid on his side and reached for one of the spare pillows on his bed. His senses were immediately flooded with your scent. That was when he remembered you’d laid your head here earlier today. No wonder he could smell your scent so vividly. 

Your smile had been so big when you’d started talking to him about your day… The memory had his heart skipping a beat, and his stomach sank. 

Hugging the pillow tight to his chest, he curled himself into a ball under the covers.

Kind mate, perfect mate…

Once again, Chris ignored whatever fuckery his instincts were trying to tell him. He reminded himself that you were his roommate, essentially a friend at this point, and as such, he was supposed to protect you and make you feel safe. It didn’t matter how pretty your moans were, how he wanted to get drowned in your scent… None of that justified what he’d just done. He couldn’t break your trust like this ever again.

Chris certainly needed to do better. So he swore he’d never ever do this again.

He just won’t do this again…

…Right?

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Author's Note: aaahh, this was so much fun to write. ngl, i'm kinda tempted to write a drabble with this scenario again, but after our dearest, prettiest pack mum has already found out about Chris' condition... special thanks to @notastraykid for providing her valuable insight, opinions, and ideas💜

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[xysidhequeen]

Binge read your Red Knight AU.

I’m glad Jason found new family who loves him unconditionally.

Anon sending healing vibes to your chronic illness ✨✨

I accept the healing vibes. Keep them coming, I barely had a migraine today so they did something.

Binge reading is so fun. It's basically the only reading I do myself. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Speaking of Jason's found family, here's a snippet from Part 16! I'm working on that already while my beta goes over 15.

~~~~~☆☆☆☆☆~~~~~

Sam let out a screech that was more static than anything else. Danny leaned carefully out of clawing range.

Jason stared at his king and then dropped his head into his hands.

"Why are you like this?' Jason murmured, feeling Tucker place a consoling hand on his shoulder.

Sam took a deep breath in and then launched into another tirade, her volume growing. Jason just left her to it. He was too busy trying to figure out how he was supposed to keep his dumbass king from fully dying when he was so set in making stupid fucking decisions.

What even was his afterlife.

~~~~~~~☆☆☆☆☆~~~~~~~

Only two people are actually pleased with Danny's field trip he takes in part 15. One of those people is Danny, and the other is introduced in part 15. It was really hard to find a good snippet that didn't spoil part 15 too much in this as I only have 1.4k for part 16 so far. But more is being written! I'm really hoping Tim gets to pop in (I need to get all the important characters introduced before Plot comes in. Which I have, I swear. Or. Well. I have a vague vibe that I'm calling plot)

[itsclydebitches]

We can agree that the tonal dissonance is the worst part yes because why did they come out of that good ass smoke confront yourself scene with Ruby making a hilarious meme face at us 😭 can they decide if they want serious or slapstick or at least make said slapstick feel more cruel/surreal, like go for a tone where the characters are suffering but the inherently ridiculous world is constantly fucking with them. I feel like that'd land better than 'hehe Weiss is going grrr and making anime bubbles! Ignore Ruby having a panic attack! This is irrelevant!'

Thanks for responding to the other thing as politely as you did and I hope it didn't come off as a personal attack. You do seem nice and you make a good point I just kind of feel bad for you slogging through this show you hate KSHSKSHS

Nah don't worry about it, anon. Idk how to really explain it, but for me a "bad" show isn't necessarily a "slog" show. I like waking up Saturday morning to watch RWBY, knowing I'll get to write a recap later, engage with other fans throughout the week, etc. It could feel overwhelming at times given the previous one day pace I had set, but not a slog (no matter how much it might sound that way in recaps because, as established, there's A Lot of problems to cover that obviously color my tone). But the moment this project actually becomes an uninspiring slog I'd just... drop it? I mean, no offense to anyone here who likes keeping up with these posts, but I'm not a Content Creator℠ in the sense of this being a job. Tumblr doesn't pay me lol. Whenever/if ever it's no longer enjoyable, it's no longer something I'll do. Simple as that.

Anyway, YEAH. Tone. I had the same sort of, "Wait, huh?" reaction to Ruby's exaggerated panic over losing the Cat (complete with more stylized, manga-esque animation cues) immediately after she's reminded that Salem is two steps away from destroying the whole world and they have no plan to stop her. It's truly jarring. You know what I was thinking about the other day though? How although it's obviously weird, frustrating, and sometimes dangerous, Ever After should also be beautiful. Creative. Inspiring. An astounding, impossible experience! We got a little bit of that with Ruby walking through the garden, but leaning into the girls' amazement could be a good way of lightening the otherwise dark Volume. I mean, they haven't just landed in a fairy tale, but a beloved childhood classic complete with favorite characters, gorgeous scenery, unlimited magic where before they've only seen bits in combat... Do you have any idea how fucking STOKED I would be if I suddenly found myself in Narnia? The Shire? Hogwarts? Or yeah, Wonderland? Even if I knew that there was danger here and even if I had something traumatically important to get back to in the real world, there would still be a part of myself simply giddy at the prospect of exploring my favorite story. If Blake spent more time gushing over meeting her favorite characters, if Weiss stood in awe at the architecture, if Yang was Ooo-ing over the cool creatures here, if Ruby took a breather to look at sentient toys and go, "That's awesome" we could add a lot of lightheartedness without interrupting the primary tone. Right now, the girls' attitude is primarily "Wow, this world is the worst" rather than "Wow, this world is a wonderland." And true, that is (mostly) accurate to Alice's experiences, but it's not helping me enjoy the setting when the girls so clearly hate being there.

[ask-kimerako-therapycarpool]

Turbo, I hope you're excited cause now you get to see the violence we Anons are capable of. Also I missed out on doing this earlier. Glad to get a second chance. *summons all the needles and drills and sharp bits right into Mind Shadowys skin, though none to the point of piercing Turbo*

[He's struggling in the OVK Shadowy Venomous clone's grasp, trying to kick him away.]

You better put up a hell of a good fight...!

[He grunts in effort. Since the kicking has no effect, he allows the anon to make their first move of this half of OVK. The clone knows something went into him, but he doesn't feel it. He frowns, and and continues to make an effort to squeeze TKO's head off.]

[The clone's head is forced to face Anon!TKO. He blows him a raspberry before it's snapped back in place.] T̶h̸o̵u̵g̴h̶t̷ ̴I̶'̶d̵ ̶e̵v̵e̴n̵ ̶t̷h̶i̵n̷g̶s̴ ̶o̸u̷t̶,̵ ̴d̸u̴e̴ ̷t̴o̵ ̸t̵h̸e̷ ̵f̸a̷c̴t̵ ̴o̷f̶ ̴t̸w̶o̷ ̶k̷i̵d̴s̷ ̵i̷n̷ ̸m̶y̵ ̵v̸i̴c̷i̷n̵i̸t̶y̷.̵ ̵

[This has zero effect. OVK Shadowy clone sneers,]

A̶n̵d̵ ̶y̶o̴u̸'̷r̴e̸ ̵g̵o̵i̷n̶g̶ ̵b̸a̴c̸k̷ ̵t̶o̸ ̴n̵o̵t̷ ̵i̷n̶t̴e̷r̴f̴e̴r̷i̶n̷g̵.̵

[Before another snarky reply could be made, his legs are chopped off, the parts from it dissipating. He growls with much annoyance, and lifts up the clone about three feet in the air, eyes closed with concentration. Pathetic, he thought to himself.]

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[KO shouts moments after being batted upwards, and then utters a falling yell as he quickly descends back to the ground. He quiets almost immediately reminding himself that he could stop the hard landing, so he catches himself via levitation, just barely inches from hitting the mindscape grounds.]

Phew...!

I dunno how good that'll work out... Maybe you guys can give it a try...!

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[Back at the other side of the battle, still fights to free himself, when he spots the anons preparing for their full-on assault against the OVK made SV clone. He smirks and elbows him hard in the gut, then being released as the clone hisses at him. TKO floats himself several feet apart from him, not wanting to get caught.]

Do your worst, scrubs.

[Both versions of OVK growl as they both receive the hits. But they don't even seem to react to the hits.]

[They both let this happen, tanking heavy hit after heavy hit.]

[A barrage of violent attacks after, the two OVKs are surrounded in pinkish smoke. KO and TKO stand there and watch, waiting with silent anticipation. The smoke then clears out, revealing the results. Mind Shadowy's left half of his torso is taken out, the left leg is nothing but a stub, three holes or varying sizes are left on his chest. As for the actual OVK, he physically appears to be in worse condition than his creation: the bottom portion of his body is absent, the abdomen mouth is all cracked and crumbled, pterodactyl wings are severely tattered, five out of six arms are blown away, and his right eye, including the remaining side of that face, is steaming. All damaged parts of him are steamy, so it's safe to say that he looks nearly decimated. He's visibly shuddering in shock and anger, looking around himself and the clone. KO gasps in surprise of his own and covers his mouth while TKO chuckles at the misery on both their faces.]

Y̴-̴y̶-̶y̷-̸y̷o̴u̵.̶ ̵Y̵o̴o̴u̵u̵.̴.̵.̶.̷

[His amused giggles then grow, continuing to laugh.]

I̵t̷'̶s̶.̷.̶.̴ ̷n̷o̸t̶ ̶f̸u̶n̴n̷y̶.̵.̶.̶.̵.̸

[But it doesn't stop. His head throws back, laughter quickly escalating into full on cackling, increasing in volume. Why is TKO enjoying this so much?]

D̴o̵ ̷y̸o̸u̷ ̶T̴H̶I̶N̸K̴ ̶t̶h̷i̵s̷ ̷i̴s̴ ̷F̸U̶N̷N̶Y̴?̵!̷?̴!̴

[He genuinely does believe so, as he continues guffawing uproariously. It was so hard to stop.]

T̵h̷a̴t̴'̷s̵.̵.̶.̸ ̸t̸h̶a̶t̸'̷s̷ ̴n̴o̴t̷ ̴f̴u̴n̴n̵y̴.̶.̶.̵ ̵a̵t̷ ̴a̷l̷l̶.̷.̴.̶!̴

[His working eye shuts, wincing. Once he lets TKO laugh a minute longer, he slowly blinks it back open, and gives him a look.]

I̵t̷'̶s̵.̵.̶.̴ ̴i̸t̷'̴s̷ ̵r̶e̵a̷l̸l̶y̴.̷.̵.̴ ̸n̵o̷t̷ ̸t̵h̸a̴t̶ ̸f̶u̸n̷n̸y̶.̷.̴.̴ [He smiles, and drops the act, grinning at the two Kincaids.]

Â̵̰ş̴͌ ̵͈̇y̷̛͓o̶͇͊u̶̱̍r̶̯̾ ̶͔̒f̶̺̈ả̶̤c̴̨̓e̶͕͝s̴̙͆.̵̦̕

Huh...?

[TKO's laughing attack starts to ooze with confusion, staring at OVK that should meet the emotion.]

[OVK lets out a single "hah", and follows his retort with every little bit of his virtually destroyed form harshly jutting out back into place, regenerating everything back. And the clone follows suit, also flashing the same look. They flex their formerly eradicated parts, like as if nothing ever happened. TKO's laughing dies completely, and the boys stare in horror.]

[simpliao]

if you have time can you bring it full circle and write something about the wedding day? 🫣

his present, his future, his wife ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six shout out to @staticbri for helping with ideas !

summary : after the rehearsal, the eve before their matrimony, a sinking feeling overcomes the bride to-be; luckily her to-be husband is right there for her... And till the rest of their lives.

info : light swearing, sticky sweet nicknames, fluff, light angst, self doubt, she/her reader (described as the bride, woman, wife), descriptions of wearing wedding dresses. (of course feel free to reimagine any item of clothing or scene to your comfort.)

a/n : half of this chapter is of the eve, and the other half is of the day of, so I hope this fulfills the request ! hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting. also apologies second anon (who was the original requester for last chapter) for using this ask ! i got this one first :) THANK YOU SM TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN LIKING MY POSTS TOO ! we just got the first post in this mini-series to 100 notes and I say my biggest thank you's.

Months of planning all culminated to this, friends and family gathered around and trying to follow the coordinator around in preparation for tomorrow; the real wedding. The actual real wedding, where as she would officially share his name; become his wife. It was exciting, she had been nothing but smiles throughout the whole engagement and planning process. Even when Schlatt could get a little groomzilla at times, she was the one with the magic touch and soothing voice that could extinguish his wrath.

Now, she wasn’t smiling anymore. Hidden behind the closed bathroom doors she wept, quietly that was, knowing Schlatt was just in the other room. She couldn’t explain it, wrapped in a towel-like robe after what should have been a relaxing, aromatherapy bath only gave her the moments needed to have her thoughts consume her. It was such dread, the feeling of throwing up imminent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy, she was just… Scared. Fear of what comes after, if this was to be her happiest day what would that say about her life as a whole? Would she have to start having children now? She wasn’t ready, and the anxiety overwhelmed her. She has to bottle up her emotions, fearing to stress out her lover more than he already is.

From the suite bedroom, the New Yorker didn’t have a clue of what was going on; but he was worried. It wasn’t like Y/n wasn’t the type to take her time in the bathroom, though this seemed too long, and she was being too quiet. Usually he’d hear muffled music and if he was lucky, her honey-like voice singing along with the music. He’d never tell her that sometimes he’d stand outside just to hear her sing, she was embarrassed as it was to sing at all; and he wouldn’t ever risk losing that angelic singing voice of hers.

There hadn’t been a sound from her, he even lowered the TV volume in an attempt to try and hear anything; nothing. That was until he was desperate enough to approach, tip-toe his way to their ensuite, and stick his ear to the door. His heart completely dropped, shattered even, when he heard the almost inaudible hiccups of broken cries. Immediately, corrosive thoughts drowned out his mind, did she feel pressured to marry him? Did she not love him? Did she want to call off the wedding? She said she didn't care when his family pushed for a religious wedding, had she changed her mind?

Did it matter? The love of his life was distraught and was currently weeping on her own.

As much as he wanted to knock the door over and swoop her into his arms, he didn't want to startle her or make the situation worse. Taking a minute to take a breath, startling himself and putting his feelings aside for the sake of his darling, he began with a gentle knock. "Sweetheart?" He could hear the complete halting of sound from the other side, "could you open the door?" Asking the rhetorical question of 'are you okay?' felt wrong, he already knew the answer. All he wanted was to know what was going on, hear her out if need be, hug and reassure her, or even come up to a solution of whatever problem she's faced with. He waited patiently, for her likely to compose herself, and with a pause of silence, it ended with the sound of a soft click. The door slowly creaked open, the disheartening feeling of seeing his beloved with reddened and puffy eyes, almost invisible lines of where tears ran.

"I, um..." She fully opened the door, "I'm sorry Schlatt, I–..." "Hey, hey. It's alright, doll. There's no need to be sorry, talk to me." Schlatt definitely was the one in the relationship who tended to be on the receiving end of comfort, but even if it was hard for him at times, when need be he could the same for those he loved most; Y/n, his most cherished. With the most tender and compassionate expression imaginable, Y/n fought the urge to break out into tears again; this was worrying him other nothing... The thought of wasting his time and not being the strong woman he needed to lean on made her feel so useless.

"It's dumb, I'm sorry for making you worry like this." Hands shot up to rub away tears that dared to slip past her eyes, larger, coarser hands also gently moved to cup her face. Thumbs firm with their swipes to rub away her sadness, but loving in how he made sure to never push hard enough to hurt her. "Do you remember what I told you when we got engaged?" She hummed quietly, shaking her head as a no. "You're worth all the worry in the world, I stand by that. Make me worry. Please, do. Because I never want to see you this sad, it hurts me more than anything else could." His voice hung low, and his eyes were committed to only her; waiting for the order to make all her pain go away. "Please, just tell me what's making you cry."

Gazes locked together, the longer she held her silence the more guilt weighed on her. "I..." He held his breath in anticipation. "...I'm just anxious, I guess. Don't get me wrong..! I want to marry you. I'm confident about that." He let out his breath in relief, hearing it come so confidently off her lips was the best reassurance for him. But there was more to it, he could see it in the way she evaded her eyes and leant into his embrace. "If this is the happiest day of our lives, our relationship... I'm scared I'll mess it up. What if it isn't as good as it's supposed to be? What does that say about the rest of my life if my best day isn't even that good?"

A grin grew to the male's lips, "there's only one part of tomorrow I actually really care about." Curious eyes finally grew confident enough to meet his, "and that is?" She spoke almost in a murmur, and it only made his grin even wider. "Seeing you all dolled up, and finally legally have you as mine." The caress of his thumbs with hands still firmly planted on her cheeks made it clearly all the more genuine. "To be honest, my happiest days are the ones I can spend with you. Even if this is our big day, I can promise you I'll make the rest of our lives as happy and comfortable as I can. You deserve the world toots', and I do have full intentions of giving it to you."

Eyes teary, she could help but crack a smile with how many butterflies he was pumping into her stomach. "I really don't deserve–" Bending down to kiss her, he shut her up before she could finish. "Don't finish that sentence." Profound umber irises stare into hers with complete seriousness. "Y/n, you have done more for me than I could ever repay: you've loved me at my worst, you've stuck up for me, dealt and helped with my issues." He paused to kiss her again, the plush feeling of his against hers was intoxicating; cripplingly addicting. "Don't ever tell me you're less than what you're worth. Because you're worth it, you're so fucking worth it." He moved in closer to hold her in his arms.

"This is only one of many happy days for a happy life to come, if nothing else I promise that." Uttering those words into the shell of her ear, his voice never ceased to slink its way into her heart in warm solace. "And... And just because we're married we won't have to start having kids immediately?" "You know how much I hate to share." He snorted first, earning the smallest smile from her, even if it was nuzzled into the valley between his shoulder and neck.

"We won't do anything either of us aren't ready to do. And it's your body toots, you decide when it's right for you. I'll stick by you no matter what, don't even stress about it." Moving a little away to kiss her temple before finally pulling away completely, seeing that ever so famous smile upon his lovers lips made his grow. Thankful that he was able to kiss away her sadness in a sense.

"I love you." She grinned, so brightly that he could almost forget that she was bawling her eyes out minutes before. "I love you too, now, you should probably get changed so we can head to bed. The only mistake I made about this thing is not having it later in the day."

That morning however, anxiety sunk into him as he readied with his best men, still unable to wipe the nervousness from off his face. He stood by the altar, waiting patiently and conversing amongst him and his men to ease his racing my and pounding heart. There was an expected delay, but with every passing second worries crawled under skin. What if last light wasn't enough? What if she really left? If she didn't would he really be enough? Would he really fulfill all those grandiose promises?

Once he heard the shushes of the coordinators, people begin to stand and an echoing of church doors, he waited in agony for his bride. Watching kids that he didn't recognize (likely from Y/n's family) play the role of ring bearer and flower girl. Once it was that the initial awing simmered, the light that seeped through coloured glass suddenly gained so much more colour. From the end of isle, stood his bride, dressed in a sparking pure white that hugged at her figure. The thin vail that obscured her face did nothing against his scrutinizing eyes, seeing that behind the fabric had his darling's gorgeous bright smile. All those insecurities and worries melted away in a snap, bouquet in hand he watched eagerly with every step she took. Her delicate waves towards their families and overjoyed grin had his own expression of worry melt away into awe, he was always in awe whenever she'd dress up; or whenever he'd stare too long and see her beauty for the first time all over again.

It felt like forever before she joined him upon the altar, handing off her array of flowers to her maid of honour, he was quick to pull the vail over her head... And become completely star-struck. "Wow." Was all he could breath out, a wave that felt like complete luck washed over him; how did he manage to score her? She was like some kind of ethereal princess, and now she'd officially be his wife. Honestly, he wasn't listening to what the officiant was saying, more focused on whispering little jokes to his wife to-be and the pair giggling silently amongst themselves.

He had to be snapped to attention when vows arrived, and a microphone was handed to him so it could be heard throughout the cathedral-like building. Despite the fact it was meant to be a catholic ceremony made clear by the nagging of his conservative family, he may have bent the rules just a little by pushing on his own written vows.

"Y/n," he began, his eyes glued to her as if there was no one else in the whole world. "I promise, with everyone here to bear witness, that I will, with every ability possible, make you laugh, give you the happiness you deserve, and insure that from now until forever you will never be alone again. I will forever love your smile, your laugh, your body, and you, no matter how imperfect you believe you are. And that no matter how old and saggy we get, for as long as I live, you will always have a warm pair of arms to hold you in our highest and lowest times. You're my forever. I love you." One of the bridesmaids had to run off to fetch a tissue box when the vows easily brought her to light tears. With one hand holding the pre-mentioned tissues, with the other held in his, he slipped the stupendous ring upon her ring finger; where it fit perfectly. The priest had then asked him the ever so famous question, and at the end of the required repetition, he said those ever so famous words. "I do." With such conviction and belief with every word.

The mic was passed to her, and although the mention of written vows was mentioned to her on short notice; she had an easier time putting her feelings into words. "My dearest Schlatt," being that this whole event was also recorded, she opted to referring him to his last name even if his family did give puzzled stares. (And the fact that being that the two streamed together, she grew into just referring to him as his last name.) "I, now and for the rest of time, promise to support you as we work through our careers together. I promise to you that I will always love and adore you the exact same as the day we first met, and when we one day grow old together that even if our memories fate, my feelings never will. And that no matter what, you'll always have me at your side. Forever and always, I love you more than humanly possible." He didn't cry, but when I tell you tears sat at the waterline I mean it. Rubbing away tears before they could fall and bearing possibly the most joyous smiles he's ever worn, the ring was given to his bride to slip upon his finger. The same repetition went on between Y/n and the officiant, and looking back up into those dark chocolatey brown eyes she could stare into for millennia, she spoke the words that made it all official. "I do."

Before another breath was drawn from anyone else in the room, he swept his arms around her waist to pull her in; their first kiss as husband and wife. It was nothing too graphic, much to the dismay of Schlatt who wanted his hands all over his woman, he at least got the pride to quickly swoop his hand at her knees and pick her up all bridal style. Just so he could look into the camera held by one of his close friends, "I legally own the woman now." The bubble of laughter caught up in his arms was enough for him to break out of his persona, captured in too much love to care how soft he appeared on camera of which his viewers would likely inevitably see. (If he decided to cut it or not, but then again he wanted the message out there..)

Bunched up in white, held up in strong arms, he admired the grinning, bubbly face of his present, his future, his wife.

And if for nothing else he was certain of in this life, it would be that this love for his woman, his pretty girl, was authentic love. And that he'd undoubtedly love this woman for the rest of his life.

[leossmoonn]

Knight in Denim Armor

masterlist

pairing - logan huntzberger x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request- “he is your older brother's friend, one night you brother threw a party at your house, you don't want to be a part of it, but inevitally, you get hungry, when you go down to look for some food, some guys start mollesting you in the kitchen, but logan comes to the rescue and defends you from them.” this was a concept but I turned it into a fic for my dear 🫐 anon. this was a fun one to write! hope you enjoy!

summary - logan saves you from drunk assholes

warnings / includes - you’re a freshman in college and he’s a junior, to set it in perspective. Alcohol and consumption, harassment, mild language, fighting

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Socializing isn’t the worst thing, honey.”

“It’s not socializing I don’t like. It's his friends,” you frowned.

“Invite some of your own!” Your mom suggested. You rolled your eyes. “They don’t want to be here either.”

“Then go out and do something with them.”

“But I don’t want to go out.”

Your mom sighed, “seems like you’re in a pickle then, dear.”

“Can’t you just tell Lucas no?” You asked.

“Whenever he has parties, the house is always in the same shape it is in when I leave. There’s no reason not to trust him,” your mom explained.

“Maybe you should stay the whole time and see all the cleaning I have to do,” you huffed.

“Why don’t you invite Courtney over?” Lucas suggested with a grin.

You grimaced, “fat chance.” “What about Lauren?” He asked.

“I’m not inviting my friends just so you can get into their pants!” You exclaimed.

“Y/n,” your mother warned. You groaned, stomping over to the pantry and getting a handful of snacks and water. “If you or your friends disturb me, I will throw you guys off the roof and into a ring of fire.”

You ran up to your room, shutting and locking your door. You sighed as you sat in your bed, grabbing your remote and turning your TV on.

It’s not like you were a hermit. You really weren’t. You just hated your brother, his friends, and his parties that he had to have every time he came home from break. You didn’t know your mom didn’t see it. She just trusted your brother with blind faith. He was momma’s boy, after all.

And you knew you could go out with your friends, but honestly, you planned to spend spring break relaxing and charging back up for the rest of the semester. College was taking a toll on you, having it been your first year. But now you didn’t know how you could relax when you knew the next day you would be forced to clean your whole house while your brother slept his hangover off. But, Lucas did compensate you for your work. That was the only plus.

It didn’t take Lucas and his friends very long to stink up the house. You could hear everything going on downstairs, that’s how loud it was. You could barely hear your movie over the music, even though you had turned the volume up to 100. You were stuck reading subtitles for a good two hours.

You grabbed a water bottle, needing another drink when you discovered that it was empty. You sat up on your end, your jaw dropping as all your water bottles were empty.

“Shit,” you muttered. You ran your hands down your face in worry. You had two options: suffer from dehydration or go downstairs and get swept up by the crowd to get more water. You honestly really only had one option. You had been eating salty foods the whole night, which made your mouth dry. You needed just a little more water to get yourself through the party.

You got up, changing out of your shorts and tank top and into sweatpants and a tee. You opened your door slowly, cringing as the music was five times louder now. You ran down the stairs, trying to be as invisible as possible. You tried to find your brother as you climbed down, but he was nowhere to be seen. You were hoping he might be able to retrieve your snacks, but it looks like you were all alone.

You weaved through the sea of people, hanging your head down low. You gagged as you walked by a multitude of people making out and having sex. You almost lost your appetite by the time you entered the kitchen. You made a mental note to close your eyes when you walked back to the stairs.

You opened the pantry, half-expecting for there to be a couple of people in there kissing, but to your pleasure, it was empty. You grabbed four more bottles of water and a couple of sweet snacks, needing to switch out the savory ones.

As you shut the pantry door, you were met face to face with three, drunken boys.

You were stunned. They all looked power-hungry, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified. You had only been in this situation one other time, but you were with your friends and your brother. It was five against two, so you could imagine who won. But now it was one against three, and you had a feeling you were going to lose this time. But you weren’t going to give up that easily.

“Hey, guys,” you laughed nervously. “Hey, you’re Lucas’s little sis, right?” One of them asked. He had green eyes and dirty blonde hair. He looked like a classic douche bag.

“Yeah, I am,” you nodded. “Why aren’t you at the party?” Another one, the brunette, asked.

“Not really a party girl. More of a, uh, Netflix and chill type of person.”

“Oh, so am I,” the dirty blonde one grinned.

You cursed to yourself. That was the wrong thing to say.

“Cool. We have so much in common. Um, if you don’t mind, I’m going to be going. Nice to meet you guys.” You turn on your heel, stepping away, but one of them grabbed your forearm.

“Not so fast, little sis.” The one who grabbed you had raven hair and crazy blue eyes.

“Let go of me!” You shouted. You kicked his shin, smacking him with one of your water bottles.

“Fiesty. I like her,” the brunette smiled. You grimaced, “gross.”

You turned back around, trying to find a way out, but the three crowded you. They backed you up into the wall, the dirty blonde boy leaning close to your face.

“Lucas didn’t mention how pretty you were.”

“Yeah, maybe cause Lucas doesn’t want you assholes messing with her.” An outside voice sounded.

The raven-haired boy got pulled back by the collar of his shirt and socked in the face. As he fell to the ground, another dirty blonde, honey-eyed boy was revealed. You rolled your eyes, thinking that now he was going to try and have his way with you, but it was the opposite.

“Go away, Huntzberger!” The brunette exclaimed. “And leave your to harass this poor girl? I don’t think so,” he scoffed.

You watched as he threw the brunette to the ground, kicking his stomach. Huntzberger grabbed your wrist, causing you to yelp as he ran out of the kitchen. He stopped suddenly in the dining room, causing you to collide with his chest. You quickly stepped back, hugging your food close to your chest with wide eyes.

“I-I don’t know what you want, but I can punch someone, too, you know,” you said.

He grinned, “I’m not gonna hurt you. My only intention was hurting those dicks.”

“Oh,” you said. You relaxed, slouching your shoulders and looking over him. “Thanks. I… honestly don’t know if I would have gotten out of there.”

“Of course. I don’t know why Lucas invited them,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, me neither,” you let out a breathy laugh.

You gazed over his face, becoming captivated by his smile. God, he was cute.

Most of Lucas’s friends looked like they were 40-year-old men, even though they were just now old enough to legally drink alcohol. But this guy was different, you could tell. He had soft eyes and a warm smile, although the way he carried himself screamed “playboy”. You couldn’t help but trust him.

“It’s nice to finally meet Lucas’s sister,” he said.

“Am I really that much of a mystery?” You chuckled. “Kind of,” he shrugged. “He only talks about you when he’s complaining about you, and we’ve only seen you in family pictures.”

“Nice to know I’m loved,” you muttered. “Well, thanks again. You’re my, uh —” you look him up and down, smiling a little, “knight in denim armor.” You began to walk away again, but his voice stopped you.

“Don’t you want to know my name? Maybe you can stay down here and chat. I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “No, thanks. I’m not interested.” You turned away again, taking a few more steps, and stopping as he appeared in front of you.

“In case you are interested, here is my number.” He held out a little price of paper with nine numbers scribbled across.

“You carry this around with you like a business card or something?” You snorted. “Yep. Only the pretty girls receive it, though,” he said.

You looked down at his hand, debating whether or not to take it. You didn’t know what you would do with it if you took it. Call him, text him? Or maybe throw it away and never think twice. But the thought of texting him, hearing his voice, and seeing his smile again made your heart flutter.

“I’m glad I’m a pretty girl then,” you remarked as you plucked it out of his hand. You read his name, saying it in your mind a few times before saying it out loud. “Logan. Nice to meet you, Logan.”

His smile grew wider. “My pleasure. Have fun being an introvert.”

“I will,” you laughed. You gave him a shy wave, walking away to your room. You ran up the stairs, shutting your door immediately. You stared at the little piece of paper, a big smile lighting up your face.

You waited until the party was over to call him. It was three in the morning, but you were too antsy to wait until the morning. He picked him up after three trills.

“Hello, Logan?” You asked. “Hi… is this the princess in pjs?” He sounded groggy on the other end.

“What?” You asked. “You said I was your knight in denim armor, so you’re my princess in PJs,” he explained.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Clever. Yeah, this is she. I… I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“No, I wasn’t asleep.”

“You sure?”

“I was dozed off, but it’s okay. Talking to you is better than sleeping, anyways.”

You giggled, “good to know.” “Why are you up at this time?” He asked.

“The party just ended. When did you leave?” You asked.

“Around one.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think you cared.”

“Are you surprised to know that I do?” You asked. “Definitely. Especially since you looked like you were going to throw my number in the trash,” he said.

“What if i told you I did?”

“And so you fished it out?”

You laughed, “I threw it away right after I put it in my phone. “Oh, really? Why didn’t you call me sooner then?” He wondered.

“I was nervous,” you admitted. “You? Nervous?” He scoffed.

“What’s wrong with me being nervous?”

“Well, if anyone was nervous, it was me. Lucas talks highly about you, you know? I saw your pictures with him winter break, and you looked really pretty. You look even better in person.”

Your face became warm and you tried not to squeal. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

You could hear his smirk on the other end of the phone. “Are you free tomorrow.”

“Um, I’d have to check my schedule,” you lied, “but I think I am.”

“Great. Would you like to accompany me to lunch with some of my friends?”

“Are they friends with Lucas?” You worried. “No, no. They’re my friends only. They’re kind of trouble makers though. Like me,” he explained.

“Oh, you’re a trouble maker?” You hummed. “You’ll see tomorrow, if you say yes to going,” he said.

“Well,” you let out a dramatic sigh. “I would like to see you be a trouble maker so, yes. I will go.”

“Awesome! I’ll pick you up at 11. Wear something you won’t get too hot in.”

“Noted. See you tomorrow, Logan.”

“See you, Y/n.”

You hung up the phone, feeling giddy as you jumped out of your bed. You ran down the stairs, slipping over to Lucas who was playing video games with one of his friends that was staying overnight.

“Who took the stick out of your ass?” He asked.

“I’m going to lunch with Logan tomorrow.”

“What?” Lucas frowned. “Yep. So, you need to tell me everything you know about him,” you said.

Lucas rolled his eyes, “tell him he’s a dead man.”

You grinned, “you can tell him yourself when he picks me up tomorrow.”

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what a roadtrip (kyle scheible x reader)

summary: the reader is going to see a concert out of town with some friends, kyle included, and gets stuck in the back seat with him on the drive.

a/n: an anon asked for some kyle angst-turned-fluff, and i’d already had an idea based on this post to write. not too angsty, but definitely an enemies-to-lovers type of dynamic. i hope you enjoy!!

words: 1,115

You and your friends were planning to go to a concert that weekend, much to your delight. What you weren’t looking forward to, however, was the drive there.

Not many concerts happened near you, and so the venue was about a two hour drive away, and that was just to get there. All together, it was four hours.

Four hours you’d have to spend in the car with Kyle fucking Scheible.

You weren’t sure why your friends still hung around Kyle. He was insufferable, a total douchebag who got off on treating girls like shit. It pissed you off to simply be in his presence, and he knew it too.

The feeling seemed to be mutual, as he never went out of his way to speak to you or even acknowledge your existence. Whatever. You liked it better that way.

Jenna was driving, and Ladybird had called shotgun.

Your other friends had called the middle two seats of Jenna’s mom’s minivan, and all that was left was the very back row, for you and Kyle.

“Jenna, can you please tell someone to switch with me?” you pleaded.

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s two hours. Just put your head against the window and take a nap or something,” she said. “He’s not that bad, I promise. Maybe on the way home I’ll convince Ladybird to let you sit up front.”

You huffed, but knew that arguing wouldn’t get you any further. So, you clambered into the back seat beside Kyle, crossing your arms over your chest.

He didn’t look at you when you got in, just kept his gaze out the window, even though the car hadn’t even begun moving.

“Okay, ground rules: Don’t get crumbs all in my mom’s car, she’ll kill me. Driver picks the music, so don’t complain. And if you have to pee, hold it until we get to the venue,” Jenna announced cheerily. “I’m not gonna risk being late for the sake of your bladders.”

You swore you heard Kyle scoff, and your gaze flickered to him.

He caught your eye and regarded you for just a moment, before turning to look out the window again.

God, you wanted to punch him so badly.

The drive went pretty smoothly. Jenna’s music taste was decent, and you caught yourself humming along to a few familiar tunes. If Kyle noticed, he didn’t say anything.

Traffic wasn’t bad, and Jenna’s insistence on getting an early start meant you arrived to the venue in under two hours, as well as early enough to the concert to comfortably use the bathroom, grab some sodas (or alcohol, depending on the place’s stance on carding), and find your seats.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jenna asked you in the bathroom, nudging you playfully as she washed her hands.

“We just sat in silence,” you replied. “So yeah, it wasn’t bad.”

“Do you really hate him, or do you hate that he doesn’t reach out?”

You scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never liked him. I think he’s rude, and I’d prefer it if he didn’t talk to me at all.”

Jenna gave you a knowing smile that made you want to punch her, too. “If you say so.”

The bar was asking for ID, but thankfully, your friends had planned ahead and snuck some mini-bottles of liquor in their bags.

The concert was amazing. The whole group of you had an amazing time. At one point, you even caught Kyle grinning, strumming the song’s bassline in the air to himself.

It was clearly just the alcohol talking, but you almost found it cute.

“That was fucking incredible,” Ladybird said on the way out.

Your ears were ringing from the volume inside, and the adrenaline was still flowing. “I can’t believe they played that song!”

As you all piled back into Jenna’s car, you’d almost forgotten about the seating situation until that moment. Ladybird had already settled back into shotgun, and you didn’t want to make things awkward by asking her to switch now.

Whatever. You survived the way there, how bad could it be on the way back?

Soon, the post-concert drop began to settle in. Your head throbbed dully, and your feet were sore from dancing. Being tipsy suddenly felt more like being drunk, and being sleepy felt like being exhausted.

Your eyes were already half-shut, your face pressed against the cool glass of the window when you felt a nudge to your leg.

“Hm?”

“That can’t be comfortable. You can put your head on me, if you want.”

You did so, without questioning it.

In your drunken, tired state, you’d forgotten who you were sitting next to. It wasn’t until the car was pulled into Jenna’s driveway that you awoke and realized what had happened. You and Kyle had both passed out in the back of the car, your head on his chest, and his face pressed into your hair.

To top it all off, one of your friends had brought a disposable camera and taken a photo of the two of you, so there was permanent proof of your moment of weakness.

You were suddenly questioning why you were friends with any of these people.

The girls were all spending the night at Jenna’s, while Kyle and the guys were going home.

“Sorry I fell asleep on you,” you muttered to Kyle.

“It’s fine. I offered, don’t you remember?” he replied.

“Oh, I guess that part slipped my mind,” you said, gaze focused on the ground.

He took a step closer, and brought a hand to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “I know we haven’t always gotten along. I’m just shit at making conversation. I don’t like getting to know new people, so when Jenna introduced you, I was skeptical. But now...I’d be willing to make an exception for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “What changed all of a sudden?”

“The way you were dancing tonight. And singing. You looked so free,” he said.

“I caught you playing air-guitar,” you whispered.

You swore you saw his cheeks flush. “Bass, actually.”

“Bass, whatever.”

“Come to my next show? We can go out to eat after, or something.”

Your heart fluttered. It wasn’t the alcohol, or the tiredness, or the excitement of the night anymore. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“See you.”

Him and the guys went off, and before they were even out of sight, Jenna and Ladybird were on you like flies, asking you what he’d said.

You just grinned and told them it was nothing, much to their displeasure.

And although you hated to admit it, maybe Kyle wasn’t so bad after all.

[skeezsbbygirl]

tmt (too much tank tops) + bang chan

hello sunshines! (◕‿◕✿)

i’m sorry it took so long for me to update :( i had some personal agendas i needed to attend to, but all is good now <3 this is for anon who requested a bang chan scenario inspired from all the sleeveless looks he’s been serving all of us lately haha. hope you enjoy!

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

Don't do it, you thought, as you fought back the urge to bite Chris' exposed arm. The said male's attention was currently fixated on his laptop, clicking some buttons as he bopped his head with the beat that was playing in his headphones. You could faintly hear the tune due to Chris' habit of turning up the volume too loud, claiming that he needed to do that to perfect his craft.

His arm flexed, unbeknownst to him, as he rubbed his neck in attempt to ease some of the tension that was building in his muscles. Such motion made his veins even more prominent, faint shades of green and blue laced through his upper arm down to his hands.

"Chris, stop," you said as you grabbed his arm, slowly guiding it back to rest on the table. Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion, swiftly hitting pause on his laptop to focus on you.

"Stop what, baby?" he questioned as his brown orbs innocently stared into yours, a hint of concern was also displayed on his features, worrying if he had done something wrong for you to call him out.

"I'm sorry, I'll get this done right away," Chris added quickly, taking your hand into his and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You offered him a sweet smile as you shook your head.

"No, babe. I wasn't talking about that," you explained, shifting in your seat to take a better look at him. Chris slid his headphones off, setting the gadget right beside his laptop. "Then what is it, bub?" he pressed, "You know you can tell me anything, yeah?"

"It's just," you paused as a sudden wave of embarrassment hit you. "Just what?" Chris prompted for you to go on. You shook your head, deciding to bite back the reply that was at the tip of your tongue. "Nothing. Forget I said anything, go back to work," you shrugged, flashing him a convincing smile as you reached out for your phone.

Chris eyed you suspiciously, sensing that there was something odd about your behavior. "I'm not going back to work unless you tell me what's going on," he stated. "Look at me, baby," he instructed as his finger firmly tilted your chin up. "Spill, (y/n)," he said, taking your phone from your hand as he carefully placed it on the table.

"It's embarrassing," you whined, pulling away from his grip, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. "It's just me, babe," he chuckled, "Come on, baby."

"Exactly, it's you," you muttered, sending shivers down Chris' spine as your lips grazed the sensitive skin of his neck as you spoke. "What about me, love?" he asked as he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him, making you settle on his lap. Your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his shoulders with your face still buried in his neck as he maneuvered you into a comfortable position.

"Youandyourstupidmuscletanktops," you breathed out in one go. "What?" Chris laughed, "What was that, babygirl?"

He heard you the first time, managing to catch your words despite how muffled you sounded. But still, he wanted to tease you.

"I hate you," you mumbled. "I hate you and your arms, and how they make me feel."

"No, you don't," Chris interjected. "Because if this is how you react when you hate them, then how much more flustered will you get when you actually love them," he teased.

You groaned in annoyance. "See? This is why I didn't want to tell you," you said as you emerged from your hiding. "So, you were ogling at my arms, huh?" Chris joked, cocking one eyebrow at you.

"Whatever, I'm joining Hyunjin in the dance room," you pouted, pushing yourself off of him, but Chris only tightened his hold on you. "No, baby," Chris whined, "Alright, I'm sorry, no more teasing."

Chris leaned in and gave you a kiss, one that lasted longer than usual. "You're the cutest," he cooed to which you responded with an eye roll. "I'm flattered that you like my arms," Chris said, "I've been working out with Bin a lot these days," he added.

"Yeah, I've noticed," you replied as you lightly traced the veins that adorned his upper arm with your fingers. Chris visibly relaxed under your touch, his eyes followed your movement, fascinated by your actions. "I'm glad you noticed," Chris giggled, suddenly growing shy from the attention he was getting from you. Not that he wasn't used to it, but it was the first time that you verbally expressed your fixation on his arms. He might have noticed your stares now and then, but he really didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Well, how can I not when you've been wearing a lot of sleeveless tops nowadays," you pointed out. Chris lifted his shoulders in a half shrug and you shook your head at your boyfriend's cocky demeanor, snuggling back into his embrace.

"I find them comfortable," Chris claimed. "And I find them distracting," you countered back. "Yeah, clearly," he teased, earning him a light smack on his right arm. "I just want to be in your arms forever," you said and Chris smiled at your response, planting a kiss on your forehead in the process.

"I'm here, baby. I got you forever."

The both of you stayed cuddled up for a while, with one of Chris' hand gently stroking your hair while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"I missed you," you spoke after a while. "Like a lot," you added as you peppered Chris' neck with small kisses. "I missed you more, babygirl," he replied. "Alright, let me finish up and we'll go home," Chris released his hold on you, gently guiding you back to your seat.

An hour later, you guys were home, with you on the bed and Chris currently taking a shower. You were sprawled out on your stomach as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, answering messages from your friends that popped up in your notification center every now and then.

Your attention was only shifted when Chris emerged out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but black sweatpants and a small towel hanging on his right shoulder, leaving his upper body bare. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you as you watched him dry his hair with the towel.

"Here, babe, I'll do it for you," you offered as you crawled to where he was. You tapped his shoulder, motioning for him to sit on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom as you placed your legs on his sides. Chris' body nestled between your parted legs, crossing his own and making himself comfortable. "Thanks," he said, handing you the towel.

"You did well today," you complimented which earned you a shy chuckle from Chris. "You say that everyday," he noted, dodging your praises. "Because you do well everyday, Chris," you insisted, harshly ruffling his hair to make your point. The black-haired male whined at your sudden action, tilting his head up to pout at you. "You're such a baby," you teased, leaning down to kiss his lips. "But I'm your baby," Chris replied, catching your lips in another kiss.

"Yes, you are, so you better wear more sleeves from now on," you squeezed his arms, and then leaned down to plant a kiss on his exposed shoulder. "Aww, is my queen jealous?" Chris joked, poking your cheek. You huffed in response. "Don't worry, beautiful," he paused as he turned his body around to properly face you. "They may be out there for everyone to see, but they're only yours to touch and feel, and occasionally ogle at," he continued, a giggle escaping his lips as he delivered the latter line.

"I do not ogle," you argued, playfully hitting his arm with your fist. Chris laughed and stood up, hovering over your seated figure. He placed his hands on your sides, caging you within his arms. With Chris being so close, you could smell the all too familiar scent of his body wash -- it was safe to say that it took quite a lot of control not to pounce on him right there and then. "Yeah, sorry. I meant drool," he mocked.

You scoffed at his remark. "Forget it, I'm gonna ogle at Changbin's arms instead," you challenged and Chris immediately dropped his act. "Don't you dare," he gasped and attacked you with kisses. You yelped in surprise, throwing your head back as you giggled, which only allowed Chris to have better access to your neck.

"Alright, alright," you managed to say in between giggles, "I'm kidding, Chris!"

Chris stopped, placing one final kiss on your lips as he detached himself from you. "Good, 'cause you're mine," he stated. "I'm yours, always. I promise," you reassured as your hands came up to gently caress his cheeks. Chris melted under your touch, basking within the affection you were giving him.

You closed the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips with his once more. Chris caught you off guard for a second when he deepened the kiss. It was slow and soft at first, but things quickly turned heated when Chris nibbled on your bottom lip, and at your grant of access, he delved inside your mouth.

You raked your hands through his brown curly locks, lightly tugging at the strands as you pulled him closer, which elicited a soft moan from Chris, his own hands finding their way under your top.

"Alright, sugar lips," you chuckled as you pulled away from Chris, halting his advances, "Go put a shirt on, you need to rest."

"Don't want to," Chris insisted as he towered over your figure once again. "And why not?" you asked, raising one eyebrow at him. "Because I wanna love on you right now," he answered, "So lie back, babygirl."

[stopeatingwhales]

second chance x damon albarn

i'm surprised i haven't written anything about dilf damon yet bc i've been so obsessed with him recently wtf. anyways enjoy x

i might do a second part to this, idk yet tho

Pairing: dilf damon x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2.786

Requested by anon <3

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“Do you want to come over?” I abruptly asked, the silence pouring through the line deafening my ears as my fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt. The desperation and moment that led to me ringing my ex-boyfriend at what was nearing eight in the evening seemed as though it was a fever dream, the words rolling off my tongue so delicately out of apprehension only a fragment of that trance. In all honesty, I had no idea as to why I rang Damon, or to what extent the string of thoughts guided me towards the action of calling - we had been broken up for around a year, and it came as a much larger shock that I was able to muster the amount of courage to tap his contact on my phone and attentively listen to the thunderous rings as the landlines attempted to connect, instead of quickly shutting the phone off before he was able to receive a missed call alert.

“Uh, um - are you sure?” he questioned, the stutter escaping his mouth insinuated that he was just as dazed at my sudden offer as me, the demeanour of his voice accentuating the idea that he was entirely finished with the ephemeral chapter of his life which had me intertwined inside as his partner; that he had gotten over me quicker than the momentary period our relationship lasted. My heart sank, realising how indigent I sounded, as if I had never gotten over him throughout our time apart - which I did, learning to live with myself was easier than I had thought it was going to be; the weeks leading up to the breakup stemming from the distance we shared apart due to Damon consistently being on tour and never providing enough time for me, for us, to consider one another as more than romantically acquainted, though that didn’t mean the gap in my heart had been sealed shut, it was simply brimmed with other, unspecial fragments of things which could only distract the thought of him for so long, until I’d discover myself adventuring for something else to hyperfixate my thoughts upon, though he always returned.

“Yeah…” My voice trailed off, so quiet that I struggled to sustain the volume. Though we had only just spoken, the trance that he had obtained over me for all those months we were with one accord, returned in an instant, having the same rush that a recollection of memories, pastimes that were once forgotten, crumbled to dust, had been reborn; ignited into a new bloom in the height of a harvest, resulting in the scolding of yourself upon how you granted the ability to forget such a thing. It seemed as if all those thoughts, ideations convinced to the point that I had gotten over him, were myriads of masks attempting to say it enough to believe it. Without a doubt, I had never overcome the strains of the acquaintance we shared - and I could only hope he felt the same way.

I heard his throat clear itself before his voice echoed through the telephone speakers once again. “Alright… I’ll be there in a bit.” he mumbled, those words bringing a soft, yet apprehensive grin to my lips. I had no idea what I was doing, or why, but it felt right.

It felt as if only the sum of a few minutes passed when I heard a distinguishable knock on the door; one that had not rang through my ears for an interminable amount of time, one that was able to send me months back in time to a period where he had significantly been a figurehead dictating the story. As I jolted up to answer the door, it felt as if things were normal again, back to how they used to be so many nights previous; me waiting for him to come home after he spent a long day at the recording studio, crafting what could only be assumed was the pure essence of talent, unlocking the door to allow my arms to envelop into an embrace cherished with affection and warmth, proving he longed to have my presence just as much as I craved his. Once my eyes met the sight of him, my heart dropped at the overwhelming feeling of my reminiscing about what once was, the nostalgia for a moment so authentically shaped with what could only be described as true love, my body yearning to relish in the sensation of his arms protectively wrapped around my body, a feeling which could only fulfill one’s heart with all that it desires. "Hi..." I trailed off, stunned by how similar, yet different his appearance was from when we last saw one another. His hair had the same shape, though it seemed a little shorter, his eyebags still prominent on his features, though it seemed as if they had sagged down slightly, posing the idea of whether he had been sleeping alright. His torso still adorned shirts with dark colours, amplified with one of his leather jackets which only made me more attracted to him. Widening the door, he set foot into the apartment, nodding his head lightly as a greeting. Although I was very elated to the fact that he was in my apartment, it felt eerie having him back here after so long, stepping foot into the space that was once served merely as a homely and secure space where we both could simply live and enjoy our time together, no distractions included.

Once I had followed him into the living space, he took a seat onto the couch facing the television. I attempted to make my footsteps omit as little noise as possible, as if to avoid damaging the awkward silence that had been shared between the pair of us. It went without saying that neither of us knew how to break the ice, or where this was going to head. One could only hope that the outcome of this meeting was positive. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering over to the cabinet adjacent to the television, supplied with all sorts of alcoholic beverages in which I had not touched, simply there as a point of manners to offer when somebody had come over. “White?” I offered, pulling out an almost-full bottle of white wine. I knew he hated it.

"You know I’ve always hated white." he mumbled, a small smile playing upon his lips. Something about that little grin plastered on his lips made my stomach flip and turn, welcoming a swarm of butterflies to accentuate the nervous pit that had formed within myself. The intense feelings reminded me of the same bewilderment your body undergoes during the first date; there is such a raw attraction to somebody that you know far too little about, but you are so hypnotised by their presence it is as if they’re the only thing in the world that matters, to the point that they obnoxiously overtake your mind, every little thought occupied with their name, wondering whether they may like such and such, like an infection spreading without you knowing such cure for it. The atmosphere was intense, carrying the same ambience of two strangers meeting for the first time in an isolated space, though there was also a refreshing element of familiarity that neither of us wanted to admit that we appreciated so deeply.

"Red?" I asked, snatching the half empty bottle as I placed the other wine bottle back in its designated place, turning my head back to fix my gaze onto Damon, raising my eyebrows as a form of derise for the drink. Nodding his head in response, I quickly took two glasses from the cabinet, brimming them both with the alcoholic liquid before slowly making my way to sit next to him on the sofa, handing him one of the glasses as he thanked me in response. The same devilish silence echoed in the room once again as we granted the situation to truly sink in - thankfully alcohol was present. As I took a sip of the beverage, I tried to gulp down as much liquid as possible before I spoke once again. "So... how have you been?"

"Good... Just came off tour actually. Was a really successful one." he replied, his voice laced with a slight tone of doubt, edging the regret of so eagerly returning back into a place that was once so attached to his occupancy. He carried on talking about how the tour had been, my head subconsciously nodding, attentive to what he was talking about. Each time he had told me about something new they had added, or something they had changed surrounding the live performance set-up, it never failed to blow me away. Him and Jamie together, working on such a creative idea and putting it to life on stage was truly something out of rare virtuosity, disregarding the lengthy old ramblings from Damon almost every night he had returned home about how much Jamie had pissed him off, having a petty argument as if it was a be or end all in their friendship. It was actually a good form of entertainment, seeing how riled up Damon had gotten simply because of something that Jamie joked in an interview.

Once he had finished talking, our eyes connected, uncertainty clouded in his eyes as he searched for the reason behind him needing to come over. "Y/N, why did you ask me to come over?" He said, abrupt, almost as if those words had been lingering at the back of his mind the entire time we had been in one another’s acquaintance; the ease of the sting of words rolling off his tongue softly implied that, perhaps a try to prevent the harshness of the asking from offending me in the slightest. "We haven't seen each other for a year, why now?"

Both gazes never dared to break contact as if we had attempted to communicate telepathically - the ideation of instigating a conversation as awkward as how this had become, the two of us simply wanting the ground to swallow us whole. His gaze had the ability to put me into a trance upon which I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else except for the utter magnificence that was birthed into his loving eyes. Inhaling sharply, I tried to collect the thoughts in my brain that had been travelling in all directions, searching for all sorts of different possibilities that the conversation could reach. "Can we give it a second chance?" I asked absentmindedly, the realisation of what had just rolled off my tongue not settling in my mind until his eyes widened, speechless and shocked at my sudden questioning.

Sighing, he cocked his head to the side. “Love, we didn't work out the first time..." he began, my heart dropping to my stomach as the thought of him breaking my heart again entered my mind. His expression quickly softened once he saw my face drain colour, explaining all that he needed to know about how I had coped since he had left the picture. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Breaking away from the stare, I gawked at the dark shades of red that had adorned the transparent glass clasped in my palm. Holding in my emotions wasn’t going to do me any justice, and since he was here, it would not make sense for me to stupidly avoid the whole reasoning behind me needing him inside my apartment after so long. “It’s been so hard trying to get over you,” I mumbled, my voice almost inaudible out of embarrassment, though I knew he could hear me. “I need you.”

What I didn’t see from my shameful gaze at the ground, was the miniscule beam that broke out across Damon’s features. What I was unaware of, my body encompassed in such a impotent state of pure isolation, was that Damon had been as dependent on hearing those words escaping my mouth before he could admit the same to himself. Though it had all been answered to me as he softly brought his arm to caress my arm, gently squeezing the skin as a form of reassurance, implying the notion that he understood, that he felt the same way, after all this time. We broke up not because we lost feelings, but because the emotions we carried for one another were too strong to handle, too intense to progress with, that when he was gone for those long hours it had left me in such a stupor of helplessness and melancholy that it was unbearable to handle without it tarnishing my health. Unsurprisingly, at this point we knew where the conversation was headed; my desires to be swathed in his arms once again that I had tried so hard to banish to the back of my mind, to the depths of my distant memories in which by reliving such a hug came flooding back, my body leaned into his touch almost instantaneously, a subconscious reflex that I had craved, such an embrace that no other person could give, the mere side hug from him was able to banish all the pain that I had tried so diligently to mask away for the past few months.

We sat there for a short while, taking in the moment as it had played throughout, our breathing syncing together as comfort relished in the atmosphere, our minds now finally at peace while all the conflict that had battled our minds over the time we weren’t together. "Let me come on tour with you." I said, my head resting against his shoulder.

A chuckle erupted out of his throat. “It’s not that easy love.”

"Why can't it be? You're literally the frontman!" I exclaimed, lifting my head off his shoulder to connect eyes with him. "Damon, it would be so fun!" I exclaimed, attempting to encourage him.

It was as if things had mended back together, all the cracks in the pavements had been glued together to mend the time lost, as if it had never occurred. Through all the hardship I had faced trying to find the remedy to my heartache, I was dumbfounded to realise that it had been sitting in front of me, at the top of my phone’s contact list, right in front of my eyes this entire time. His eyes were calling out to me, enveloping my heart in comfort and warmth, the hunger radiating out eager to the ideation of starting anew and preserving the time in which we had lost, building new memories, unfastening the lock on the clock dictating the length of the relationship, allowing it to elongate, carry on as long as we could. My heart brimmed with homeliness - the house I was inside finally feeling normal to me once again.

"I'll see what I can do," he grins, the beautiful sight causing a small smile to erupt on my face as my body melted back into his arms once again. "No promises though."

It felt nice to wake up next to someone again the next morning, on the mattress that once was a carcass of many tears of sadness and melancholy, authentically conveyed by the essence of nihilism embodied from isolation, the kind of philosophical beliefs one could only develop an understanding towards subsequent to irrational thinking as the hours fell still, leaving you sat there, reliving the last moments from your memory bank with the significant other you had soiled ends with, a person who had supported you from the very beginning, even when things formed a bitter congestion to the relationship devoured by both participants, perhaps from the acceleration of argumentation shared, or the distance that had started to weave its way between, leaving you both stranded to conclude, as if you were both on separate, desolate islands fighting against the starvation of progressing through your lives and starting anew, departing from the old knots and attachments formed once epitomising pure adoration and love, though over time spawning to be the offspring of the devil. A person whom you knew would make your bed every morning, cradle you in his arms at the darkest hours to baptise the negativity coiled in your brain, whispering what seems like sweet nothings, merely sounding like soft raspy groans due to them being exhausted out of their mind, but you knew they were saying something to you, you could hear it, acknowledge it in a language that nobody else was able to understand. I relished in concession that he who lay beside me was the one that bestowed and epitomised all the things that I once lacked a night before. A lover.

[space-helen]

Heartbeat

Words: 2586

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok!! I really enjoyed writing this :)

Request:  Do you think you could do a Mulder x Reader where the reader has diagnosed anxiety, and the only thing that helps her in panic attacks is listening to recordings of calming heartbeats to the point where she’s almost in love with the sound? And one of the creature’s abilities is to distract people by making hallucinations of their biggest weaknesses, and so in the middle of conflict it makes her listen to Mulder’s heartbeat, making her flustered, and she has to abruptly admit her feelings towards him and her fascination with hearts afterwards or while everything is happening? Bonus points if he or Scully find out she has a bunch of heartbeat ASMR in her search history, and they bring it up in conversation before the actual conflict, making her flustered before anything actually happens. (I also want to clarify, I’m not requesting an NSFW fic since I don’t know how you feel about it, I want it to be purely cutesy and romantic.) - Anon

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The sounds of heartbeats played through the headphones as you relaxed backwards in your chair. You closed your eyes and focussed on the soothing pattern. Even if there was no regular pattern to the heartbeats you’d find them.

You breathed in through your nose and held your breath for a couple of seconds before letting it out. Today had been extremely stressful and your anxiety had been through the roof leading to a panic attack. You’d excused yourself from the situation and had come straight here.

Scully entered your shared office to see you behind your desk, going to her own she put down a file “You look relaxed.” she commented and when she had no response from you she turned to your desk. “Y/N?”

Again no response, the sounds playing through the headphones had consumed your mind. 

“Y/N?” she gently put a hand on your shoulder which had you opening your eyes quickly with a start and scrambling to pull the headphones off.

“Dana.” you could feel the embarrassment rise in you. “I’m so sorry I was just listening to a tape and I guess I had the volume up high?”

“Well you either seemed totally engrossed or bored with it. Either way you were relaxed and that’s all that matters. You gave us a little scare earlier, I’m sorry I couldn’t excuse myself sooner” she apologised.

“It’s ok.” You reassured. “Today has been stressful. All those people-” you started to recount the event.

“Y/N, Y/N please don’t worry about it. It’s the end of our shift anyway you should go home.”

“Are you sure?”

“More than. Go on, I’ll be here a little while longer until Mulder comes back.”

“I don’t mind waiting for him too.”

“No. Really don’t worry. We’ll call you if it’s important, you need a break.”

You smiled “If you insist.” Standing up you moved to the coat stand to grab your bag and coat. “Thank you.”

Dana watched you leave the office and sat back and relaxed for a second before deciding to open the file in front of her. An hour soon passed before she was startled out of her workflow by the phone ringing.

Picking it up quickly she pressed the phone to her ear “Dana Scully how may I help?”

“Dana. It’s Y/N. Can you do me a huge favour?” your voice came from the other side of the line.

“Sure what is it?”

“I was supposed to return that tape I was listening to to the library tonight. Would you be able to? I’m so sorry I would have done it myself but I totally forgot and just remembered now.”

“Yeah sure. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

“Uh.” you hesitated and went quiet “Actually” you paused again “Nevermind, ignore me it’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? If I’m out I don’t mind.”

There was a silence “Can you book me out a tape with heartbeat sounds? Anything will do.”

“Sure. Is that all?”

“Yeah that’s it. Thank you Dana.”

“No problem. Get some rest Y/N I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a lovely night.”

The phone call had ended and Dana had to admit she was slightly confused by your request. Standing up she moved over to your desk and picked up the cassette player. Curiosity took over and she was soon pressing the play button and bringing the headphones up to her ear to try and get a hint of what you were listening to.

The sound of heartbeats filled her ears and she quirked an eyebrow. She put the played and headphones back down before ejecting the tape and putting it back in it’s case.

Picking it up she returned to her desk and slipped it in her bag as footsteps approached her office. She turned to see Mulder approaching.

“How’d it go?”

He flopped into an empty seat in the office “We have something big on our hands, and not like we’ve seen before.”

“How urgent?”

“We’ll need to start first thing. For now though get some rest.”

Scully nodded “I will but you have to promise you will too.”

He put his hands up “I will.” he pushed himself to a standing position as he walked with Scully out of the building “How was Y/N today?” he questioned.

Scully smiled and quirked and quirked an eyebrow, she knew how much he liked her “She’s good. Had a bit of a wobble earlier but I think she’s ok. It happens to the best of us.”

“As long as she’s ok.”

“Yeah she is. Actually, I have to go and run an errand for her so I’ll catch you tomorrow?”

“Bright and early.” he replied with a smile before parting.

Dana was soon arriving at the Library, she found the heartbeat tapes and looked through them and their descriptions. She noticed your name on many of the checkout lists and picked one that your name wasn’t present on.

She quickly signed back in your old tape and out the new, slipping it into her bag and she continued home.

You’d had a pretty decent night's sleep and were now entering the office. Putting your bag down on your desk you turned to take off your jacket, not realising someone else was in the room. 

“Do I not get a good morning?”

You turned in shock towards Mulder’s voice, he was now rounding his desk to perch on the edge. “I didn’t even realise. I’m so sorry.” you hung up your jacket and gave him a smile “Good Morning Mulder.”

“How was your evening?”

You perched on the edge of your own desk near Mulder “It was good. Dana sent me home and I just had something to eat and went to bed honestly. I was pretty tired. What about yours? How was yesterday?”

He kicked your foot gently with his own and spoke with a smile “I’m glad you had a nice evening. Mine was good and I pretty much did the same. Yesterday was ok, we do have something big on our hands though.”

“Oh yeah?” you questioned “Is it really big or are you just saying that? You have a tendency to over-exaggerate sometimes.” you teased

He grabbed a balled-up piece of paper from his desk and lightly chucked it at you “I’ve never exaggerated in my life.

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a smug look.

“Ok maybe I have but I promise you this one is big.” He emphasised the word with his hands.

Dana heard laughter coming from the office and wasn’t surprised at all to see the two of you together in there. “Morning.” she greeted.

Mulder pushed himself off his desk “We should get a move on.” he gestured to the clock and grabbed his keys “I’ll meet you both by the car?”

“Sure.” you agreed. Standing up you went to grab your jacket again. Regretting even taking it off in the first place, if you’d known you’d been going out you wouldn’t have bothered.

“I managed to get you a new tape,” Dana said pulling it out of her bag and offering it to you.

You looked at her in shock briefly, you’d totally forgotten that you’d asked her to get you a new one, you must have been really tired when you’d called her. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” you could feel the embarrassment rise in you as you took the tape from her and slipped it into the top drawer of your desk. 

“I noticed you borrow heartbeat sounds a lot from the library. Practically every tape has been taken out by you at least once.” she said lightly with cheer in her voice.

“Yeah. It’s nothing really.”

“I’m just interested.”

“I think we should really get going.” You were getting nervous and your words were falling out. Adjusting your coat you left the office and headed towards the car. Dana knew exactly when to drop a topic and knew she’d probably pushed a little bit too far but she was soon following you.

The drive to the location didn’t take long. Picturesque scenery had stretched out around you as Mulder drove. The three of you practically fell out of the vehicle to be greeted by a farmhouse.

You began to walk towards the property when you felt Mulder gently grasp your wrist “There’s one thing you should both know.” he let go and the three of you formed a mini circle. “it apparently likes to project your biggest weaknesses when confronted, it uses them to get away and distract you. Just be careful.”

His eyes locked with yours and you nodded. Mulder was the one to lead the group into the house and made some hand gestures to suggest splitting up.

You slowly walked through the house, your footsteps echoing on the floorboards. The house was run down and abandoned but the light streaming through the windows gave it some life. It was abandoned but certainly not empty.

A creak in the next room caught your attention, slowly creeping into the room you laid your eyes immediately on the culprit. They were incredibly tall and had a rugged appearance but were backing themselves into a corner.

“Hi. I’ve heard that you’ve been causing some problems,” you spoke as you approached carefully. “That’s ok though, we can help you. You might be confused but if you just come with me and my colleagues.”

Your foot landed on a particularly loud floorboard and the person took an abrupt step towards you before slamming themselves back into the wall. “It’s ok. It’s ok it was just the floorboard.”

They started to shake their head violently before stopping and looking you dead in the eye. “Please” you pleaded.

You started to hear a heartbeat and brushed it off as your own, thinking you were getting nervous. “If you’d just come with me.” you took another step closer and the heartbeat got louder and very present in your ears. 

You took another step forward and it was soon rushing away from you and knocking over some of the last pieces of furniture in the house.

You kept your distance but turned with them. “Please just don’t be scared.”

The heartbeat was getting louder and you could hear your name being called and footsteps running up the stairs. Soon the heartbeat was so loud you couldn’t hear much else.

“Y/N?” Mulder came into the room and saw the ‘Monster’ but his eyes quickly found you and he could quickly see how uncomfortable you were. “What is it?” 

The man’s heart spiked in concern and the heartbeat that you could hear mirrored this. As he came closer it became unbearable. You knew what was happening and put out your arm to keep him away from you “Keep your distance.”’

The noise was pounding through your head. Usually, you found it comforting and you suppose there was comfort in the sounds but the amplification of them made them difficult. It was truly turning your biggest weakness into something unpleasant.

“What is it?” Mulder tried to take a step towards you.

Looking at the man you could see the concern in his eyes and the heartbeat became irregular, all you could do was shake your head and step away. “My weakness it’s-”

He wanted to help and his feet were instinctively moving towards you.

“Stop.” you shouted.

The man stopped in his tracks as you walked away “I can’t” you could feel yourself getting emotional, heat rising in your face and eyes getting wet. “Just deal with it.” you called.

“You need to tell me what you’re weakness is.” Mulder spoke.

“It’s… It’s you. Your heartbeat.” You reversed yourself into a corner.

Mulder looked between you and the creature. “And it gets worse the closer I get?”

You nodded and tried to ignore the heartbeat but it was extremely difficult.

Mulder started to approach the monster, there was a screech in your head and the heartbeat amplified more as if the monster was taking it out on you. You backed into a wall and slid down it, hands over your ears trying to gain some relief.

Mulder turned when he heard you sliding down the wall and realised how much you were being affected. Backing up he stood in the corner of the room. The heartbeats amplification lessened and you removed your hands but your eyes were reddened and threatening tears.

“Look. Just stop what you’re doing and come with us. We won’t hurt you, we’ll help you understand what’s happening.”

They took a step into the room. “That’s it. Just come with me to the car and we’ll get you somewhere where they can look after you.” Mulder coaxed

You began to push yourself up off of the floor when you heard a scuffle. Dana had come in through another door and crept up on them and injected them swiftly with a sedative which had them falling to the floor.

Mulder was at your side, putting an arm on the small of your back “It’s gone right?” 

You nodded “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise I can’t even imagine.”

“Thank you Dana.” you smiled 

“He won’t be out for long, we should get someone to come collect him.”

Mulder nodded “Do you have any contacts?”

Scully nodded and was soon leaving to arrange a pick up

You moved to be beside Mulder “I think I have to explain what happened.”

“You don’t.” 

“I do.” the man moved to perch himself on the old dusty desk and you sat next to him “I use heartbeats to overcome anxiety and … well I’m pretty much in love with the sound. I think it chose your heartbeat to amplify because I think I like you Mulder. What happened there basically confirms it.” you let out a small laugh.

“If we’re putting all our cards on the table here.” he looked at you and you turned to him “I have many weaknesses including losing the ones I love and it used that and also used you. When I was walking through the house I saw bodies on the floor and most of them were yours. I kept going because I knew this he hadn’t physically killed anyone yet but when I saw you in pain and couldn’t have me near you? That really hurt.”

You nodded and looked at your hands “So what we’re both saying here is that we have feelings for each other.”

“I guess so.” he let out a breath “Will you let me take you for dinner tonight?”

You nodded “That’d be nice. I think we deserve it.”

“We do.” he smiled and stood up “I think we should probably get out of here before he wakes up.”

“Yeah, we should.” The two of you walked side by side as you left the property to meet Dana by the car, Mulder couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face.

“They’re on their way to come get him.” She turned to face Mulder properly “What’s got into you?” Scully questioned

Mulder just shrugged and walked over to the driver's side of the car and slid inside. Scully rolled her eyes “Looks like we’re leaving.” She opened the passenger’s side door as you got into the back.

As Scully’s contacts pulled up Mulder began to pull away. He briefly made eye contact with you in the rear-view mirror and smiled and you flashed him a smile of your own.

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[mydekuacademia]

HELLO!!!!! How are you? Congrats for the 150(2) followers!!! You really deserve it 🤗❤️

Ok so...can I have A,B,C,P,U, and Y for Todoroki? Please and thank you!! (Also if that's to much, I'm sorry about that. Just cancel some of them ok?) Have a nice day!!!

Thank you so much!!!

This is also for the other anon that requested Shouto's alphabet. Hope y'all enjoy :)

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

At first, hes not too familiar with the concept of aftercare. He'll do whatever you ask, but he wont really initiate it until hes more familiar with what needs to be done after sex

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On him: his arms. He loves well you fit into them

On you: thiiigghhsss babyyyy. He could spend hours buried between them. Skinny, thick, muscular, he doesnt care. He also loves marking them up

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Not to hop on the quirk train, but the temp of his cum depends on the type of sex hes having and what mood hes in. Slow, sensual sex: slightly warmer. Quickies or rough sex: slightly cooler

He wants to cum on your thighs or stomach. Hes not a big fan of cumming inside because hes terrified of knocking you up (if you can get pregnant)

D: Dirty Secret

He kind of likes choking, but it makes him feel like endeavor so odds are, hes never going to choke you

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hes not experienced whatsoever. He had comprehensive sex ed tho (endeavor wants grandchildren), so he knows what the fuck hes doing. If he doesnt know something, hes not shy about asking or looking it up

F: Favorite Position

Anything where he can see your face. Missionary, mating press, cowgirl, etc. He also likes holding you up with your legs around his waist (hes strong, so dont worry about getting dropped)

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

The longer youre in the relationship, the goofier he gets. At first, hes dead serious. Absolutely no joking. After some time tho, he might slip in a little joke or tickle you a bit if he feels like its getting too serious. All in all though, hes pretty serious

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

No half and half pubes, sorry. Hes kinda salt and pepper, red and white mixed

Hes not trimmed or anything at first. It doesn't bother him, so why would he? After your first couple times getting intimate, he starts to trim

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

So intimate, holy shit. He just loves you so much and wants to use this opportunity to really show you since he isnt great with his words. Sex with him is full of slow, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Even when he gets rough, he still makes sure you know how much he loves you

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once every couple weeks, maybe. Less often if you have sex in that time. Its not a huge thing to him honestly

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This goes without saying, but temperature play for sure. Only gentle heat and cold, never anything that could hurt you

Sensory deprivation - it gives him such a rush that you trust him enough to let him do as he pleases to you without you knowing what's gonna happen next

As i said before, choking. But hes not gonna do that unless he grows a lot

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

If its not a quickie, he almost always wants to use the bed. More comfortable and more space to work with

For quickies, just about damn anywhere yall wont get caught. Closets, bathrooms, empty conference rooms, you name it.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you do something that makes him remember how much he loves you (standing up for him, making him dinner, just existing sometimes) or when hes really frustrated and needs some release (like fromman encounter with endeavor or a failed mission or something)

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No permanent marks, no pain play, no age play

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is the king of giving oral. He knows the perfect combination of tongue and fingers to have you seeing stars. He'll be buried between your thighs, squeezing and caressing them, and absolutely going to town on you. He doesnt even care if he doesnt get off, this is enough for him

He also appreciates a blow job if hes particularly frustrated or upset. He likes being taken care of sometimes

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally, hes right in between. If hes feeling particularly soft, he goes slow and sensual. If hes frustrated or during a quickie, hes 100% fast and rough

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hes absolutely down for quickies. Probably a third of the sex you two have is made up of quickies

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Hes pretty open to experimentation as long as it isnt one of his turn-offs. Just be aware that if he isnt feeling it, hes cutting it off right away.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

My god, he has so much stamina it should be illegal. If you let him, he'll go all damn night and maybe another round when you wake up. However, he doesnt usually do that since he knows that much overstimulation can be painful

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator to use on you and a couple silk scarves for your wrists/ankles and to be used as a blindfold, but thats about it. Anything else he might use is made up of random stuff he has. Your underwear can be a gag, his belt can be a handcuff, etc

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will tease you until you start really whining, but not a ton honestly. He uses teasing to get you in the mood oftentimes. A hand just a tad too low on your back in public, or way too many kisses and hickies on your thighs before getting to the good part

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud, but certainly not quiet. He has no qualms about letting out low moans and choked groans, but he loves hearing your sweet sounds too much to drown you out

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He secretly loves having visible hickies. He doesnt mind the comments and speculation, and it makes him feel like theres always a part of you with him

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Icyhot is fucking hung. Not big enough to really hurt, but defs bigger than average. And its pretty too. One vein running along the bottom, circumcised, tip flushed pink. Perfect.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not terribly high - hes a pro, he has more to worry about than sex. He can go a good while without sex, but hes absolutely going to make up for lost time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He oftentimes doesnt fall asleep after sex. He takes his time cleaning you up and giving the best aftercare (after he learns what that entails) then he might turn on a movie and just chill with you. The only time he falls asleep soon after sex is when he goes more than 4 or so rounds

[itsclydebitches]

so ironwood was confirmed to be dead by Miles in a $42 cameo session, where the person who bought it had asked for "comforting words to soothe our anguished souls" bc she was an ironwood fan and wanted a pick-me-up after that devastating finale. miles' response was to essentially mock his fans (it really sounded like that, especially since he ended with "thank you jimmy, may you rest in pieces, crushed beneath the weight of the kingdom you tried so hard to hold up above your head."

apparently the VA, jason rose, confirmed it in DMs w the same fan who sent in the cameo ask. so like, quite apart from how rude and disrespectful it was of miles to make a mockery of james in a cameo where he'd been specifically asked for comforting words regarding the character, ngl but i think that if you have to confirm a MAJOR CHARACTER is dead outside of canon bc you failed to actually show it on screen.....you've failed as a writer. and also that kind of thing shouldn't be confirmed in an expensive and exclusive interview lmao like how hard would it have been to just talk about good aspects to james' character instead of calling him a dickbag and saying 'don't do a genocide, guys!!'

it reeks of unprofessionalism and also it just makes everything surrounding ironwood's character arc even worse since apparently 'his fate was sealed' from the moment he was introduced to the show.

Me, who received the first Moderna shot yesterday (🎉 🎉 🎉 ): Ugh I feel too crappy to answer asks today

Me, upon hearing this news: You know, I have suddenly found an untapped source of energy

Okay, all joking aside, I watched the vid and it’s definitely a lot. I don’t have any information about the request itself except for what Miles mentions in the recording, so I can’t speak to what the fan may have been looking for outside of that, but some highlights include: 

“This is for the filth in my degenerate discord server” - Yeah, that’s how a lot of us (fans) talk about ourselves. It sounds like someone who really enjoys Ironwood and makes joking, self-deprecating comments about their love of a character. That’s familiar to me and speaks to the expectation that they hoped for something other than what they got. At least, if I’d sent in a request like that I wouldn’t be happy with the vid, but that’s obviously my own perspective and not this fan’s. I’d be very curious to know their own thoughts though... 

“Sometimes a character we like doesn’t make it, does something we don’t agree with... or both!” - That is indeed how characters work! The real question is whether their death/actions make sense within the story, which is not addressed here. Many fans who enjoyed Ironwood don’t have a problem with him dying or turning into a villain  — I’ve been honest about my acceptance of either/both, regardless of personal preference, provided it was written well  — and that was always the issue. Not what happened to Ironwood, but how it happened. 

“James Ironwood’s fate was sealed the moment his character was conceived many years ago.” - Personally, I don’t believe this. RT makes a lot of grand, sweeping statements about what’s been planned “for years” or “since the beginning” and too often we’re faced with writing that directly contradicts that. Though it’s unlikely we’ll ever know the truth, neither option paints the writing team in a good light. Either they’re straight up lying about what’s been planned (or twisting tossed out possibilities into assurances after the fact. For example, someone once suggested Ironwood might become a villain somehow at some point and now that’s presented as, ‘We’ve deliberately been working towards this specific ending for years’), or they’re being truthful and just... can’t write what they want to write. It doesn’t sound good when a writer says, ‘I’ve planned this the whole time’ and a good chunk of the fandom responds, ‘Then why couldn’t we see that planning this whole time?’ 

“When James was introduced we intentionally made him look like kind of a big dickbag, but then we realized that dickbag had a heart and was also half metal, and that was pretty cool!” - I don’t even know what to make of this. I’ve deconstructed his introduction before, but to summarize here, he’s presented as no more of a “dickbag” than Ozpin who may not be doing enough to protect the people, Winter who allowed herself to get taunted into a fight on campus, or Qrow who deliberately started that fight while drunk. Glynda is the only one who is arguably innocent here. The implication seems to be that obviously Ironwood became a villain because “we intentionally made him look like kind of a big dickbag” but then... does that mean Qrow will become a villain too someday?? 

The comments about them realizing he had a heart and was half metal just speak to that lack of planning. No, you obviously didn’t plan this downfall from the start if you “realized” something as basic as him caring for others partway through writing him and then allowed that care to drive his character for so long that the decent into villainy read as OOC, rather than inevitable. You obviously weren’t writing him with a backstory that influenced his character  — of which his semblance is a major part  — if you “realized” he was half-metal... whenever that happened. The fact that we never saw that backstory, or the semblance on screen, or returned to his half-metal nature outside of a ‘That’s coding for evilness’ theme again speaks to the fact that either a) none of this was actually planned or b) the execution is seriously lacking here. 

“Let us all take a moment to thank General James Ironwood for his service to the Kingdom of Atlas, but... at the end of the day, don’t do a genocide [laughs]” - I’m having trouble articulating why I dislike this. I’m really too tired to be unpacking this right now (lol), but it has something to do with  — as you say, anon  — that mocking tone. Something else to do with the surge of purity culture in recent years. The tone feels like it’s tied up in an unsaid, ‘You like the character who tried to commit genocide?’ accusation when, you know, he’s a fictional character. People can like characters who do bad things. More significantly, he’s a fictional character Miles wrote. There’s something particularly distasteful about writers who feel like they’re laughing at fans for liking something when they created the thing with the intent that we would like it. And many did. So they gave attention, time, money, passion, etc. to the work and then when that part of the work finished, the creator appears to make light of that investment? Idk, I’m speaking about more than just this one line  — the tone of the vid as a whole, really — but it feels much less like “You enjoy Ironwood! 😄” and more “You enjoy Ironwood...  😬” Like yeah, fans enjoyed the character that you wanted them to enjoy who you wrote to have a heart and then suddenly commit genocide instead. There’s definitely nothing complicated in all that. 

“Thank you, Jimmy. May you rest in pieces crushed beneath the weight of the kingdom you tried so hard to hold above your head. Amen.” - All of the above x2 with the added issue that this was never shown on screen. Miles presents Ironwood’s arc like this seven year long plan when in fact they couldn’t even manage the basic move of telling the audience what happened to the character in his final hour. The fact that a fan had to pay to find out whether Ironwood is dead is not a gold star for the writing. 

Every time the RWBY crew speaks about the story in supplementary material the canon itself gets worse. Hyping Clover/Qrow on social media pushes the canon closer to queerbaiting. We’re way closer to that with them hyping Blake/Yang. Long ago comments about Ozpin’s cane suddenly make Volume 8 a retcon. A Q&A about Ironwood’s semblance makes his arc a thousand times more confusing about how we’re supposed to read his character  — to name just a few. Now this. When a friend first told me this info had dropped I thought, “Thank god. He’s not coming back then. I don’t want them writing Ironwood’s character anymore,” but really... can we believe anything the crew says? “Crushed beneath the weight of his kingdom” doesn’t mean Ironwood won’t show up in Volume 9 if it’s a spirit world type adventure. It doesn’t mean he won’t show up three years from now with even more metal in his body and a, “We said he was crushed, not that he was dead ;)” explanation. Hell, it doesn’t even mean he won’t show up with no explanation at all because, as established, what’s said in supplementary works and what happens on screen are two entirely separate things. Iffy as the vid may come across to those who did like Ironwood, I was initially happy that it at least gave us some closure... but now I’m not even sure about that. 

[gerec]

Night & Day in the Rent Boy series (one of my favourites that I return to often) for a Perspective Flip. Thank you.

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

Sorry it took so long to answer, Anon! Hope you like this little snippet :D

From Chapter 2 of Night and Day, here is a little bit of that scene where Logan and Charles reunite for the first time after their parting 6 years ago, when Logan is interviewing to be Sal's (and Charles') new chauffeur!

Charles' POV:

A million things are running through Charles' mind as he steps through the front door, a mental checklist of all the things he's juggling between classes, his papers and his upcoming exams. Though he's going to miss Sal while he's away, it's almost a relief that he's going to be gone for the next few weeks. This way, Charles doesn't have to feel guilty for neglecting him to focus on school, not to mention the added benefit of not having to deal with Victor Creed's constant leering and subtle digs.

"Sal? I'm home!"

"In here!" Sal calls out from further inside the penthouse - likely his office based on the volume and direction of his voice. Charles quickly sifts through the mail and tosses it onto the console table, and jogs down the long corridor to the end of the hall. He's surprised to find Victor there, along with another man when he opens the office door; usually Sal tells him if he's going to conduct a meeting at home so Charles can give him and his business associates a wide berth.

“Hi--oh, Victor! I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” he says, though he's already walking past the looming Creed, and letting Sal draw him into his arms for a lingering kiss. He's never been a particularly demonstrative person (unless he was paid to be by a client), but he does enjoy toying with Victor in his own way. Nothing annoys the man more than Charles' barely-veiled disdain, or having to watch his boss freely touch what he wants and knows he can't have.

If there wasn't another person in the room, he might have escalated and really given that bastard a show; maybe even throw him out and make him listen outside the door while he and Sal fuck on that big oak desk. Instead he plasters on the 'pretty but bored' face he wears when he's meeting someone new, and prepares to make inane small-talk for a couple of minutes until he can make his excuses and get the hell out.

What he doesn't expect - and couldn't have imagined in a million years - is to turn around and come face to face with Logan of all people, standing there in a neat but slightly ill-fitting suit and looking like he's about to face the firing squad. It's shocking, and he's actually so stunned that his mouth drops open and his eyes go wide, staring at Logan's outstretched hand as Sal introduces him to the man he was in love with (who took his virginity for fuck's sakes) when he was sixteen and living on the streets.

“Charles,” Sal says, cheerfully oblivious to the fact that his world has just been turned completely upside down. “This is Logan Howlett. Logan, meet Charles Xavier.”

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors

[the-sins-of-middle-earth]

When the Dawn Comes

Hey! Sorry I’ve been gone so long, had a few things happen. Life has gotten crazy, but I’m trying to make a bit of a comeback. This blog has gotten more followers since I left and I am so sorry to everyone who’s kept looking here. I hope you’ll accept my next few updates, including this one, which for some reason no longer has an ask submission. But I do have the original text of the ask so here:

Hello! I'm very excited for this blog. Could I request EowynxFem!reader, reader is an elf warrior. It's the night before the Battle of Pelennor Fields and Eowyn sneaks into readers tent, wanting to "spend some time with them" (wink wink) as it might be their last. Eowyn bottoms. Make as smutty as you wish ✌

It was an Anon ask and I can’t find it, so I’m posting it as is. Thank you for the Ask I am so sorry I lost the original. Please Enjoy! I loved writing this one.

Éowyn x Fem!Elf Reader

Warning NSFW Content Below Line

Tags: Dom!Reader, Sub! Éowyn, AFAB!Reader, Light BDSM(Hand tying), Thigh Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Oral sex, Almost being caught, Comfort, Misunderstandings, Aftercare

Word Count: 3503

When the Dawn Comes

The first rustle woke you up, it had been quiet barely louder than a whisper, but it had you awake instantly. You laid there quietly, eyes closed as you listened to the flap of your tent pull back as someone ducked inside. You made no indication you’d heard as you waited, whoever came in stood still, unmoving as if waiting for you to acknowledge them.

You didn’t move, you kept your breathing even as you waited. Eventually they moved forward, their steps light, far lighter than any of the soldiers, but also far louder than Legolas would have been had he still been in the camp.

That left only two options and you knew only one of them would seek you out this late.

“Éowyn.”

The footsteps stopped.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You still didn’t move, staying completely still, though your eyes did open so you could stare at the canvas of the tent wall.

Éowyn sighed, and you heard a rustle of fabric as she settled herself on the dirt where your voice had stopped her.

“I wanted to see you,” she said, low and quiet as if afraid someone would hear her, “we haven’t talked much the past few days.”

You sighed and sat up, looking over to her. “You seemed rather occupied with the Ranger. I’d have hated to interrupt.” You shook off the furs on your lap so you could stand fully and Éowyn watched you as you did so, still kneeling where she’d settled herself. 

You sat on a small stool someone had dragged into your tent for you and leaned back against the table you’d also been given. You didn’t speak as you stared at Éowyn expectantly. 

Éowyn only stared back, a furrow forming on her brow. “The Ranger? Strider? Is he why you’ve stayed away from me?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate my constant hovering.” You swallowed, squashing down any feelings that could show on your face. “I thought it would be better if I stepped away, give you your space.”

Éowyn’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I want that?”

You didn’t reply, only waited for Éowyn to piece it together. 

When she seemed to, her eyes widened. “You thought-Me and him?”

You didn’t nod or move and Éowyn scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” You asked, hiding the tremble in your voice. “I know I’m not the ideal-hell I’m barely the wanted. I know we can’t be together like you want-”

“Stop.”

You paused, aware you’d let your tongue get away from you as you swallowed and focused back on Éowyn. 

She shook her head. “I don’t care about that. Why would I?” She stood swiftly, moving herself onto your lap before you could react. She cradled your face and stared deep into your eyes as she kissed you softly. 

You leaned into the kiss and tried to keep her from pulling away, though your efforts were useless and Éowyn soon pulled back to rest her forehead on yours as she watched you with soft eyes. 

“I don’t want any of that. Men have been trying for me my whole life, and Grima-” she shuddered and you held her tighter letting her lean further on you, guilty that you’d left her long enough for him to get a way to weasel in; damned fellowship.

“My point is-'' She leaned back again, meeting your eyes firmly. “I don’t want that. I don’t want someone for status, if I could get rid of my own I would in a heartbeat.” She took a deep breath. “I only want you, and I know that’s selfish. You will live far longer than I ever will, and you may choose to part with me at any point; but I can’t-” 

You surged forward and kissed her suddenly, keeping a firm hand on her back so she wouldn’t fall. “I won’t.” You promised when you broke away, meeting her eyes and keeping them as you shook your head. “I can’t. Mandos himself will have to tear you from me while we both still live.”

She nodded, almost relieved before she grew somber again. “Tomorrow may decide for us.”

You sighed and shook your head. “Not if I can help that.”

 Éowyn only shook her head. “There is no guarantee.”

“But there is a promise.” You held her tighter. “And I can promise you after tomorrow that no matter how things turn out I will follow you through it all.”

 Éowyn sighed and shook her head. “I can’t ask that-”

“You’re not. I’m offering.”

Éowyn stared at you for a long moment before leaning forward and catching your lips for another kiss. It started slow, before it quickly heated up and the both of you were grasping at each other’s clothes. 

When you finally broke you both panted in the dark before you dug your nails into her side, gaining her attention as she waited for you to say something. You licked your lips and tilted your chin back. “Strip for me.” 

Éowyn’s hands immediately went to the clasps of her armor, she undid them as you watched, not lifting a hand to help as you watched her slowly unclothe herself. When she was finally bare you spread your legs and motioned her forward, grabbing her when she was close enough and pulling you onto your lap, you placed your left thigh between her legs and let her sit there for a moment as you gazed up at her.

Éowyn stared back, biting her lip and waiting for you to make a move. You bumped up your  thigh and she immediately clutched at your shoulders, a huff coming from her as you didn’t move again. 

“Is this what you want?”

Éowyn nodded and you smiled as you used your hands to guide her, getting her to rut against your thighs slowly, as you moved your leg to try and get the right angle for her. On one of the downward strokes Éowyn let out a low sound and you froze your thigh, urging her a little quicker and watching as a wet patch grew on your pants where she met them.

As she moved she began to pant, trying to keep her noises low and contained. A few times she would slip, letting out a soft grunt or low moan. You only watched, keeping your eyes on her face and the pleasure you saw there. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip hard to try and keep her noises at bay. 

You looked back down to watch her rut, arousal running through you at the sight before you tore your eyes away to focus on her chest, they were right in front of you, in perfect reach and you took the opportunity. 

You licked and nipped at her nipples, taking special care to go at the same pace as her rutting. When she slowed you did as well, not moving until she picked up pace again. Eventually she began tensing and untensing, barely able to hide her noises now. 

“Look at you,” you murmured, flexing the muscles in your thigh, hoping to make her fall over the edge, “always so pretty when you’re riding.”

Éowyn made a strained noise, far too loud for the thin walls of your tent and you quickly raised your right hand from her hip to her lips.

“Suck.”

She obeyed eagerly, her tongue running over the fingers you’d quieted her with. 

With your left hand you pushed her to move even quicker. Éowyn took the directions with ease, seeking out friction and barely being able to hide her sounds despite the fingers in her mouth. 

She was almost there, but not quite. You hummed and leaned forward to nip between her breasts again. “Come on sweet one. Just a little more, you’re so close aren’t you?” She huffed, and you quickly took your fingers from her mouth. “Come on.” You trailed your fingers down her body and to where her body made contact with your thigh. 

You slipped a finger into her, immediately feeling her clench and changing her from riding your thigh to your finger, fingers when you slipped in another and began to stretch her out. 

Éowyn seemed to appreciate the new additions, panting a little more and trying not to make a noise as she clenched around your fingers. You began making motions again, careful as you gauged her reaction, all at once she tensed and the wetness on your thigh grew further, your fingers also being soaked in the process.

She leaned heavily on you as the tremors wracked through her body while she moaned lowly in your ear. You didn’t attempt to lower her volume though you did shush her gently, kissing her heaving breasts and chest where you could reach. “Good girl, there you go.”

As Éowyn came down from her high you lifted her by her thighs, carrying her to your furs before you dropped to your knees and laid her in front of you, rubbing the outsides of her thighs for a moment before sitting back on your heels, giving her a chance to calm down and settle before you did anymore.

As you waited you began undoing your shirt, putting aside the ribbon you used to tie the front and tossing the shirt itself away from you. Next you undid the bindings on your chest and placed them with the ribbon you’d discarded. 

You left your breeches on and moved back to your knees, framing Éowyn’s hips as you leaned back over her, catching her eyes as she finally opened them. She gave you a small smile and you returned it as you brought your right hand up to cradle her face, keeping you suspended with your right. 

Éowyn also lifted a hand and cradled your face in return, kissing you softly as she tried to control her breathing. You gave her plenty of breaks, catching her lips and nipping at her jaw when she pulled away. 

After a few seconds you removed your left hand from her face and began tracing down her shoulders, your touch featherlight as you kept her occupied with kisses. Eventually you reached her breasts and you pinched a nipple softly, making Éowyn moan into your mouth before she pulled away to kiss your cheek.

You huffed and tried to chase her but stopped. There were footsteps.

You froze and beneath you Éowyn did the same, though she stared at you in confusion, her lips still against your cheek.

The footsteps stopped just outside of your tent, unheard by Éowyn. She opened her mouth but you shook your head, waiting and listening, much to her confusion until her brother’s voice came from outside the tent.

“Is everything alright soldier?”

Éowyn’s terrified eyes met your own and you looked down at her with a grin as you began moving your fingers against her nipple before you responded. “Perfectly fine! Just tending to some of my personal effects.”

Éowyn’s nails dug into your skin and you bit your lip to hide a laugh as you moved quicker. Éowyn let out a small startled noise and then immediately froze and looked back to the flap of the tent as Éomer’s voice came through it again.

“Are you certain? If you are injured it is not-”

“I’m fine Éomer! I was only-” you stared down at Éowyn and smiled, flicking her nipple again as you did so, “tending to some personal things. I’m fine.”

Outside the tent you could hear Éomer shuffle awkwardly and cough. “I see. I apologize.” His footsteps moved away quickly and you didn’t move at all until they were gone completely.

As soon as they were out of range you looked back at Éowyn and smiled at her. 

Éowyn shook her head and huffed, smacking you lightly on the back of the head. “I can’t believe you.”

You smiled, kissing her deeply before taking your left hand down to her hip as you stared at her. “Did you want me to tell him I was currently defiling his sister?”

Éowyn only shook her head, “Anything else would have done.”

You chuckled before sitting yourself back, falling back on your heels. “Then he might have come in.”

Éowyn rolled her eyes and followed you up, reaching for your face and drawing you into a kiss, which you met with enthusiasm, only breaking it when her hands went to the ties of your pants. 

You huffed against her cheek and allowed her to work at them, your breathing becoming pants as she undid the laces enough to get a hand in. You widened your stance, going to your knees and leaning further into her, allowing her to get a better angle, while also giving her a chance to get at your throat. 

Immediately she began nipping at your neck, almost distracting you from the fingers that had begun playing with your clit. She held you up easily as you went nearly boneless with pleasure, leaning on her fully as she skillfully played with you, the calluses on her fingers only adding to the sensation and you were helpless as she kept you suspended in pleasure. 

The nipping at your throat raised to your ears and your breath stuttered as her teeth caught on the fine edge of your ear. 

“That’s… not fair.”  

Éowyn chuckled and nipped the edge again. “You didn’t care about fair earlier.”

You huffed a breath and finally began reacting, moving your right hand to clutch at her shoulders as your left pulled at her hair. 

 Éowyn reacted to the touch with a soft moan and a thrust forward. You rolled with the movement and leaned forward, causing Éowyn to be unbalanced as she ended up on her back again.

The movement dislodged her from your ear, though she still had a hand in your trousers, which she was trying in vain to get a better angle with. You could only laugh at her, hiding your frustration at the lost pleasure behind a smile as you stared down at her. 

She rolled her eyes and arched her back, pressing her hips towards you expectantly.

You chuckled under your breath and moved your hands to her hips, keeping her still as you gazed down at her. 

“Do you want to go further?”

Éowyn took a breath before nodding, watching as you reached over to the ribbon and fabric you’d discarded earlier. You pulled the ribbon first and stared at it for a long moment before smiling to yourself. “On your stomach.” You sat up to give her enough room and you watched eagerly as she turned, settling on her stomach and waiting. 

You settled yourself back down, kneeling on her upper thighs and taking in the view. She had a few scars, small and few, but you still took the time to brush over them before you reached for  Éowyn’s hands. She let you maneuver them to her lower back and you paused with them there. 

“Is this ok?”

Éowyn let out a breath and nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was heavy, strained, but more from pleasure than anything else. 

You nodded and leaned over her, nipping at the nape of her neck as you kept her hands at the bottom of her back. “Give me a word.”

Éowyn took a moment before she replied. “Nettle.” 

You hummed and kissed her nape gently before you sat back, you drew your hands back and just sat there, waiting. With a soft sigh you got up, leaving Éowyn where she was and standing to take off your pants and underwear. 

Éowyn didn’t move, she stayed still and twitched at every rustle of fabric you didn’t muffle. When you finally got your pants off you walked to sit in front of her. You settled, watching as Éowyn tried her best not to move towards you. You reached forward, grabbing her at the base of her neck and using your other hand to pull her to her knees and making sure she was comfortable in the kneeling position. 

When the two finally settled her face was settled on your thigh, her breath sending shocks over your sensitive cunt. She stared up at you, waiting and watching for any signal from you. With a sigh you directed her head between the apex of your thighs, immediately she latched onto your clit and you could only grip her hair tightly and let yourself go along for the ride. 

Éowyn was skillful, a quick tongue and gentle nips and licks at your clit brought you to the edge quickly. As she worked on you she rutted the air, obviously frustrated at the lack of stimulation she was receiving and you chuckled around pants as you watched her hips stutter. 

Éowyn didn’t let her lack of pleasure impact yours and soon you were holding her tight to your cunt as you bucked into her face. When you came it was quick and quiet, your panting only picked up in rapidness. 

Éowyn kept licking at you, cleaning you up and licking away the mess on your thighs after you released the grip you had on her hair. 

You let Éowyn continue for several moments before you grabbed her chin and stared down at her. Éowyn stared back and licked her lips, cleaning only a little of your slick off her lips. 

You pulled her up again, moving forward to allow her to rest comfortably against you as you kissed her. Éowyn easily fell into your grasp, smiling as you reached around her to release the tie. It came undone in one quick pull and her arms wrapped around your shoulders. 

You continued kissing her as you ran a careful hand up and down her arms, squeezing gently and rubbing the tenser muscles as you felt them. As you worked out the kinks you continued kissing her, only breaking apart to whisper endearments. “Good girl. Thank you.”

Éowyn took the praise with a soft smile and allowed you to continue kissing her, though she did try rutting against you intermittently. 

You only shushed her and continued checking her arms. When you were satisfied you picked her up, making her tighten her grip on you and let out a startled noise. You only turned yourselves and resettled so you could sleep. 

Éowyn settled easily, though she tilted her hips up and gave you a pleading look.

You huffed and pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m getting there.”

“Go quicker.” 

You chuckled and shimmied yourself down, pressing kisses to her hips and belly before you sat back up and placed a hand between her thighs, urging her to open them as you slipped further down, getting yourself comfortable with her legs over your shoulder. 

You started slow, soft nips, taking your time and using your hands to fondle and grope her thighs as you teased her. Éowyn squirmed and moved, only stopped by your hands on her hips.

When you finally reached her cunt you began with slow strokes, gentle nips at her clit as you grasped and fondled her hips. Éowyn tried to buck against you, but you stopped her, keeping her still as you continued, only speeding up when she gave a soft gasp. 

From there you added some of your fingers, careful not to stretch or hurt her as she bucked up against you. You sped up even more and fucked her with your fingers quickly, no longer stretching her as your mouth focused on her clit. 

Éowyn came quickly, panting through a strained whine that you just knew someone had heard, but you honestly didn’t care at the moment. 

As you dropped Éowyn’s legs from your shoulder she didn’t respond, too strung out and exhausted as you crawled back up her body to give her a kiss. She responded, though her eyes were beginning to shut and you watched as her breathing slowed and evened out. 

You sighed softly when she went out and you stood slowly, watching for any signs of distress as you moved to wet a cloth with your water skin and a cloth. When you returned from cleaning yourself, now wearing a new set of pants, and with a wet cloth to clean Éowyn she has rolled on her side, cuddled up with a fur, though she’s still mostly bare. 

You only chuckle at the scene before you go down to your knees at the edge of the pile of furs and begin cleaning her gently, making sure not to rub harshly enough to wake her. When you finish you throw the cloth to the side and grab the fur you’d discarded earlier, laying down with Éowyn on your chest as you do your best to wrap the fur around you both, ending up with one of your legs out, though you accept it with a shrug and sigh as you settle with a final kiss to Éowyn’s head. 

“To the end I’ll follow, even if you find you’ve no use for me.”

[hanazou]

idk if the chuuya request was me but i think it was lmao- anyway the ask was a request for chuuya on an s/o who plays bass guitar i hope thats not too random ty xx

dating chuuya as a bass guitarist.

having chuuya as your boyfriend while playing a bass guitar will be as appealing as playing the bass.

Word count : 1K

Shelf : Hardback

Genre : Romance

Note : Don’t sweat it, anon! I like doing headcanons of character x musician!reader because i’m a musician myself (Thank God I finished this quick because when I found out Chuuya called Oda a "third-rate" in Dead Apple i was too angry at this man to write about him LOL) Anon, let me know your thoughts about this! Don't hesitate to tell me if there are any inaccuracies!

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Charisma. A special charisma is the first thing Chuuya sees in you.

Chuuya's style (aesthetic wise) is a combination of subtle rock, street wear, a little bit of chic, with good colour combinations, and your skill playing bass guitar fit the picture if you get what I'm talking about. You and Chuuya correspond each other's vibes perfectly.

So if you play the bass guitar or any similar instruments, he’ll find it pretty attractive of you.

Chuuya admires your fluency and attention to detail, the way you seem to know every inch of your beloved instrument. He loves to see the way your fingers pluck the strings while the other hand moves from fret to fret—how do you even reach that far? He wonders how you know which cord one to press when they seem all the same to him.

Sometimes Chuuya gets inside your practice room without you noticing because you're so focused on playing. Next thing you know when you're finished, he has been sitting next to you, his chin propped on his hand, elbow on his crossed leg.

"So focused that you didn't hear me come in, huh?" He teases with his signature crooked smirk. "Picking that bass over me?"

Will definitely use his ability to levitate your bass guitar sometimes just to watch you get on top of tables or chairs to reach for it.

If there's a song he likes, sometimes he'll ask you to play it on your bass if the genre fits.

10/10 will remind you to take a break once in a while, like giving you water or takeout food. Also 10/10 will softly karate chop your head, surprising you, and show you he has food for you to eat.

"Do you want to faint from exhaustion?" He nags. "I got this for us to eat—" The food jiggles from hanging from his hand. You can smell it, it's your favourite dish. "—so take a break first, dummy."

If Chuuya knows you're busy preparing for a performance soon while he's busy himself, he'll find a way to attend to you regardless of his schedule, like asking a subordinate to deliver you lunch (paid by him, of course). He'll ask the restaurant to write a little "Remember to eat" note on top of the packaging.

If you're the type of bassist to wear gloves to make your notes brighter and "more staccato", gosh Chuuya will find that so hot. The way the gloves stand out against the bass and your skin? Perfection. Plus, you get to match his own gloves too (bonus points if your gloves are also black).

If you’re the type of bassist to use picks for plucking, Chuuya is going to take advantage of that. Sometimes, just when he wants to be pampered by you, he’ll hide your pick in his pocket and watch you look everywhere for it. He promises to help you find it after you let him sleep on your lap just because he’s quite tired that day. You have no reason to refuse, so after he’s had his time with you, he’ll take out the pick from his pocket with that so damn sexy half-smile.

Chuuya isn’t completely blind to music, so he’ll drop some comments sometimes--feedback if necessary, and most of them are casual compliments on different aspects of your play like “Oh, I like that riff, it sounded nice” and “Did you improvise that part? It suits the song”.

He loves to watch you set up your bass guitar; expanding and plugging the cables, preparing the speaker, testing the volume and the speaker buttons, tuning the strings, and especially when you pluck the strings to test it. He finds your familiarity with your instrument so pretty, he’ll throw random compliments while watching you prepare sometimes.

We know how good Chuuya's voice range is, especially when he shouts during combats. You'll be secretly intrigued to know how his voice will go with your bass guitar, and the question is how you will ask him to try singing to your music. If you really want to have him as your vocalist, even just once, you have to take out all of your cards to convince him. Puppy eyes, bribes gifts, tricking him by asking him to hum to some songs, anything, because it’s going to be one hell of a challenge.

((Assuming, I repeat, assuming you get Chuuya to sing by melting his heart with your antics, even just once, he will be such a blushing mess. He’ll probably accidentally use his ability and make a fracture on the floor. Please pat his back and tell him he did well. Please cherish and compliment this man I beg of you he’s a sucker for praises))

If you perform concerts, Chuuya will try his best to manage his schedule as an executive so he can attend, as a VIP guest too at that. I urge you to wear an accessory or a piece of clothing he once gifted you to earn a better reaction out of him, like him blinking and smirking with pride.

If Chuuya makes it, you'll spot him right away. His good fashion sense and that handsome face makes him stick out like a sore thumb anywhere. You'll be instantly more fired up in your performance, knowing Chuuya is watching you play the piece you've been practicing.

If there’s any idiot who dares to mock your performance, Chuuya will immediately square up with his iconic "Eh?!" and confront them right there and then, pulling their collars.

“Oi, you better watch your mouth,” He will growl. “cause you won’t be saying anything like that again after your mouth meets my fist.”

After your concert, Chuuya will see you at the backstage with a bouquet of flowers you didn't spot when he stood in the crowd.

"Uh, you did well." He tries hard to control his blush. "Here," He shoves the flowers in front your face. "Picked this up on the way here."

A classic move. He's so easily flustered, it's cute.

In the case if Chuuya is too preoccupied beating up people as a mafioso to attend your concert, he'll apologise with gifts; flowers (if you're not into flowers, he'll get you something else you like) and a bottle of rené rostaing because his love language is showering you with gifts, and maybe a romantic candlelit dinner at your favourite restaurant.

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