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wannaeatramyeon · 11 months

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hello good afternoon, english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes😔❤️

I would like to request a hc from the htf guys, How would they react to a very flirtatious reader?

I mean- imagine them bending down to tie their shoelaces and suddenly the reader points at them or tells them that they have a nice butt JUST IMAGINE IT BRO😭

Anon! AND EVERYONE. Please stop apologising for your English. I am a native english speaker, and mine is dogshit. You should also listen to me irl, my vocab is infinitely worse.

HTF Boys responding to "NICE BUTT!"

Taehoon: Oh yeah? Pervert. Why don't you come closer.

This will end in one of three ways

Ignoring you. What? You think you're the first person that has ogled his butt? He knows he has a nice body. Dream on, dipshit.

A harsh kick to the face. Why? Why not. Because you deserve it for being a perv and Taehoon is in one of his moods.

Headlock and a rough kiss, with his hands wandering to pinch your butt.

Wangguk: [blushing]

Not one for being in front of the camera and has a reserved and standoffish nature.

All in all, not used to people simping over him or complimenting him outright.

Doesn't really know what to say, but will take it to heart.

Every time he bends over in front of you (which happens more often that you think for some reason), he will blush and think of your compliment.

It's also sort of hard to miss given that whenever he even thrusts his ass out slightly, you are staring so hard, you're boring holes into it (boring more assholes, if you will).

Munseong: [brain breaks] Th-thanks. I squat 300lbs. I do lower body 3 times a week.

Much like Wangguk, he doesn't really know what to say.

Although he is used to people admiring him from his time in the spotlight with UFC matches.

You telling him he has a nice butt breaks his brain. Breaks it so hard he can't really comprehend what you're saying. He can't even blush.

Defaults to talking about fitness. "Thanks bro, I rep 300lbs. Whats your max?"

Well no, he doesn't call you bro or tell you his max but will ramble a little about his workout routine and then he just...

Trails off and stares at you with soft eyes.

Yeonwoo: *also blushing* thanks Y/N. I squat 350lbs and do hill sprints for fun 🤓

Definitely knows you're flirting with him.

He gets a lot of attention in school and from his old Study channel. Knows the vibe you're putting out.

His first love though is Kyokushin Karate and he WILL use it as an excuse to tell you about his routine.

So passionate about it, eyes sparkling and vibrating with excitement that you can't bring yourself to shut him up.

Better yet. You think he has a nice butt? "Would you like to join me on my hill sprints?"

Hobin: T-thanks! I've been upping my training.

[Internally] SENPAI NOTICED ME!

Jinho: Thank you.

What did you honestly expect from this psychopath?

Gratitude? Blushing? Stammering? Absolutely not. He stays aloof and cool.

You're lucky he didn't just ignore you and remembered his manners.

Seongjun: [does a little booty shake]

Idk man

I'm not even sure he would do that but imagine him with his partner being all goofy.

If you compliment his ass, he would do something silly to make you laugh.

OOC, but isn't the visual too cute to pass up?

Snapper: sorry, you talking to me?

Huh?? Someone is paying Snapper attention? The camera guy?

Freezes when you nod and tell him: "YES. YOU, JIHYEOK. YOU HAVE A NICE BUTT."

Poor guy, so confused. Tilts his head like a lil puppy, unable to understand the words.

(Completely rizzless so no-one has told him that at all.)

Replays it over and over in his head until it hits him that "Oh shit, does Y/N like me?"

Still not sure and thinks it's a mistake until he bends over again and you shout the same thing.

Mangi: Thank you! [blushing furiously] Y-your butt is nice too!🥺

Duh? Of course Mangi has a cute butt. He's adorable and cute all over.

Will return your compliment even if he doesn't think you have a nice butt too because that's just Mangi.

Besides, have you seen Ssireum wrestlers? Built like a TANK. Mangi has got CAKE.

Haesu: ?

"Wake me up when there's food."

[goes back to napping]

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tofulikesmala · 6 months

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Genshin men with a kairi type reader

Notes: this was a request that I got but I accidentally deleted it because I thought it would be saved as a draft and it didn’t so I wrote halfway and accidentally deleted it. If I remember correctly it was 🦇🩷 anon? Anyways I hope you find this post, I thank you for being my first requester and I apologise for writing this late. I would also like to mention that I don’t know who the fuck kairi is so I had to do some research, and I apologise if she’s ooc. And I’m gonna say I don’t know that much about wriothesley so it’s kinda short

Who?: alhaitham, Xiao, Neuvillette, Wriothesley (if there was anyone I forgot, please do message me again so I could write!

genre: fluff (platonic)

reader is around 14-16

Xiao

Well, I don’t know how the frikity frack how you managed to get this guy to give a fuck about you but let’s say you do. Well, he would be passive aggressive. Like example it rains, you are drenched because you forgot to bring an umbrella, so you call out his name. Xi- he’s there. You can practically hear him roll his eyes and sighing internally as he sees you drenched. He pulls you towards him as he mutters foolish mortal under his breath as he teleports you to wangshu inn with him. And with a bit of magic once you arrive there he throws a towel on your face and leaves. But hey he cares! When he discovers your dairy and doodles he scoffs as he asks you what was the purpose of it. You smile gently at him as you explain your purpose. But as someone who has lived so long, of course he doesn’t understand. He would act as if he doesn’t care, but expect to find your dairy missing because he’s gonna read everything💀. Onto another topic. Somehow…. He’s attracted to your liveliness. How energetic you are, and how even though you’re weaker at him, your eyes would be filled with determination to keep him safe as well. All in all, Xiao cherishes you deep inside.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham well….is probably worse than Xiao. In my opinion. But he’s much more true in showing his protective side, after all he sees you as a little sibling. Whenever danger arises, he would be those kind of guy to put a protective arm around you, shielding you from any harm. He admires your courage when he sees you wanting to fight, not wanting him to get hurt as well. But he probably dismisses it as stupidity instead. Now… onto him discovering your dairy and doodles

Alhaitham walks into your room, realizing you’re not there. He sits on your bed, waiting for you to come. He notices something in the corner of his eye. He turns his head slightly as he sees a book opened lying face down on the bed. He picks it up as he wonders “what do we have here” he reads it, to find out it was your dairy, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when he saw your cute doodles. When you opened the door, your face flushed as you saw alhaitham reading your dairy. Looking at you, alhaitham places the book back down and says “pardon me, but the curiosity got the better of me”

Neuvillette

This man would probably be the one who shows the most protectiveness out of all. After losing two good friends, he intends to lose none more. He always brushes you aside when you want to fight along side him. Your beautiful, cheerful and energetic nature just brightens up his day. He sees you as a friend, a young child who shouldn’t see the dangers of the world yet. Someone he must protect. He’s never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you 😔. Now, where he discovers the dairy and doodles

I’m lazy so let’s say he found it by chance. He gently flips through the pages, smiling as he sees your cute doodles on your dairy. He reads through your everyday life. Warmth filled his heart as he decides, that’s he’s going to make your life much more interesting. As he sees you, he smiles warmly and says “ah, I have invaded your privacy, have I not? I would like to apologise.” He stands up, looking down on you (because we’re short :( ) “Shall we go out for a walk?”

Wriothesley

Well, he grew up in an orphanage, he’s good with kids. Meaning he’s good with you. He’d be that one really caring brother, but he can be such a tease sometimes. With both of your personalities, you guys would click and get along really well💀👍

Let’s just say y’all are talking in your room and he sees your dairy. “Oooo what do we have here?” He grins as he picks up the dairy. Your face turns to one of panic as you tried to take it away from him, only to have his strong arms push away your head gently as he reads it out “Today I blablablablabla” only to leave your faces flushed with embarrassment as he continued to read your dairy. His eyes widen as he chances upon a doodle of him. “Aww this is so cute” as he ruffles your hair. Your groan at him. “Can I have it back already?” He shuts the book with a satisfying thud as he stands up, the book still in his hands. “Nope! I’m gonna read it all!” He smirks at you before exiting the room.

#neuvilette x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #xiao x reader #alhaitham x reader #wriothesley x reader #kairi #kingdom hearts

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glazelilysoup · 1 year

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how you met alhaitham

content: reader is gn, alhaitham is blunt, implied as a spantamad researcher, reader is sleepy, i don't think the house of daena has an upper floor but a girl can pretend, might be ooc, i don't think there are any legitimate warnings, its just fluffy

info: this was supposed to be headcanons with multiple characters, but i got really into it and wrote too much. might do similar concepts with other characters (as originally planned) in the future. i wrote this over the course of 3 days and it was usually at midnight, so it's not the greatest. gets progressively worse the more you read.

word count: 1.4k

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times like these were enjoyed immensely by both you and the scribe. it often became the most anticipated part of your days. it began with the fact that alhaitham had wanted more space than usual, and as a result, had gone to the largely unoccupied upper floor. there were fewer shelves on these higher floors, largely used for works of fiction. it wasn't often researchers indulged in anything but facts, so the area became frequented by those looking for solitude.

he took note of how every large table had multiple people sitting there- after all, a crowded library will still be crowded even in the most secluded spots- so he walked clear to the other side of the astoundingly huge library. it was a mirror of the other side, the same amount of tables in the same spots. just like before, every table had two or more people at them. he internally scowled before he viewed you in his peripherals. you were at a smaller table, alone, hidden away by a bookshelf.

you looked like you wanted to be alone, with your nose buried so deep in that book of yours- information on irminsul, he noticed. he surmised that wanting to be alone in the company of someone who had the same goal would be preferable to sitting next to someone as annoying as kaveh. he saw the small glance you took at his hand once it rested on the back of the chair, quickly going back to focus on your studying.

"may i sit here?" it was strange to hear the scribe be so quiet, but it was a library after all. you gave a terse nod, one that would have easily been missed had he not been the ever-perceptive scribe.

as time went slowly by, the scribe realised he may not have been as perceptive as he thought. every 50 pages or so, at a good stopping point, he would observe you for a few moments. you looked like you would pass out at any moment. a while later, you had adjusted your posture to have the book flat against the table and your head lingering just above it. not long after, your head was resting on your elbows, arms crossed, with hushed, relaxed breathing the only sound from you. no longer did you turn the pages.

alhaitham pondered his options for a moment. he could wake you up to spare you the embarrassment of being asleep for so long. on the other hand, you had looked very tired. he could let you sleep. he couldn't empathise with your current situation, so he settled to leave you be until either you woke up of your own accord, or until he left.

in all honesty, he was somewhat shocked to find that you were still asleep when he decided to leave. it had been hours, and there were exponentially fewer people than there were when he had arrived. "hey," he frowned when you had not even so much as stirred. he didn't want to be rude, but he resorted to his method of waking up kaveh. he slammed a book down on the table. it instantly proved fruitful as you jumped immediately, squeaking out a small "sorry!" he guessed that this was a more common occurrence than just this time.

"i apologise for the rude awakening. i had tried to wake you up other ways, and they hadn't worked." he found your shy expression and the pink that dusted your cheeks at this revelation to be quite endearing.

"oh lord- it's alright, i shouldn't have fallen asleep. uhm, would you mind telling me what time it is?"

"i believe it's slightly past eight o'clock." that's no good, that's no good at all, you promised your roommate you would make dinner tonight. you scrambled to collect your things, choosing not to notice how he watched you panic.

"thank you for waking me up, but i really must be going now," you didn't make it very far before he stopped you.

"hold on a second. you're still tired, i can see it in the way you move. i don't think it would be wise for you to walk alone in your current state. would you let me see you home safely?" it was truly appalling, the sheer amount of bluntness his words held. your pride told you to refuse because you were fine. but common sense was screaming at you to say yes. tiredness tugged at your eyes, blurring your vision and pulling your eyelids down.

again giving a small nod, but he was perceptive enough to pick up on it. as you exited the library, he asked you something, "i don't think i caught your name," oh, right. with how infamous the scribe was, you had already known him, yet he had no clue who you were.

"oh! it's y/n," he mouthed the word a few times, practising how it rolled off his tongue.

"y/n... i quite like that name," you saw the smallest hint of a smile and could've sworn you were hallucinating.

the next time alhaitham went to the library, he didn't bother with his usual assessment of how busy the library was. instead, he headed directly upstairs to your usual spot. one he got to the table, he didn't bother asking to sit, either. he knew you would let him. it had gone largely the same as last time, you fell asleep after an hour or two, and he had woken you up when he left. he walked you home just as he had before, as well.

those walks were always comforting, and though the sun was setting by the time the two of you left, his presence filled you with warmth.

this routine was repeated most days, and you two became quite good friends, often making thoughtful conversation should you see each other. provided you have free time, of course. unfortunately, alhaitham has been running low on just that recently. his position as the scribe became rather demanding, but you weren't too worried. he always made enough time to reach the library to wake you up, and sometimes he got there early enough to read. he wasn't the kind to keep to a routine, but this particular one gave him a semblance of normalcy that he quite liked.

one day, when he arrived at the house of daena, you were nowhere to be found. he felt a sort of... melancholy wash over him. when you had found him the next day and informed him that you simply hadn't the time to go to the library that day, he was glad that it was just a miscalculation, and that it wasn't any fault of his own. in his subconscious, he felt a pang of guilt for not being there lately. he vowed to arrive a bit earlier from now on.

the next day, alhaitham arrived at the time usually he did before he became incredibly busy. he had sat in the seat directly next to you, instead of across the table like usual. you raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it further. "y/n, would you humour me for a moment?"

humour? that was the last word you expected to come from the scribe's lips at this moment. "i guess it depends on what humouring you entails."

"go on a date with me," you nearly choked on your saliva, he didn't hesitate at all, "i just so happen to find your presence more enjoyable than most. is that such a bad thing?"

"not at all! it was just- unexpected," it took a moment to regain your composure, "i'd love to go on a date with you, 'haitham." he raised a brow at the nickname.

"i'll be here same time tomorrow to get you," and then he brought out his book and started reading as if nothing had just happened. once again, his blunt nature served only to shock and confuse you. after a while, sleep caught up to you, as usual. only this time, you had fallen asleep sitting up. strange, alhaitham thought, you always rested your head on the table when falling asleep. he figured you would adjust to lying on the table soon enough. he soon felt something hit his shoulder. as he looked over, he saw your head on his shoulder.

and although his face showed no change in expression he couldn't help but feel his ears get warmer, and for a split second, he could've sworn his heart ached.

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#glazelilysoup #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham fluff #al haitam x reader

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hoedamn-eron · 1 year

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just breathe

After being kidnapped by Harrow, you don't know whether to kiss Marc or kill him.

Warnings: Some swearing. Near death experience; reader almost drowns. Some inaccuracies regarding Harrow and Ammit's cane, but nothing drastic. Marc and Harrow may be slightly, a little bit, OOC. Lightly proofread. Word count: 2,784 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Requested by @ahookedheroespureheart. I know I promised this 2 weeks ago, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry this took 4 months to get written and get out, I hadn't actually forgotten about it, the prompt was sat in my drafts the entire time! Here's the original ask. It turned more into a Marc Spector fic than a system one, but Steven is mentioned.

You wake up to a room that was unfamiliar to you. You could barely hear yourself groan at the splitting headache you had. You tried to open your eyes but everything just seemed too bright, and it made your head throb even more.

You tried to look around you but you could barely keep your head up, your eyes flickering shut no matter how many times you tried to open them; whatever you were drugged with was evidently still in your system. Your limbs felt heavy and you couldn’t really feel your legs. You could feel yourself getting hot and your breathing quickened as the panic settled in your chest heavily, more so when you found you were tied to a chair and couldn’t move.

You don’t fully remember what happened. You had just come home after an internal panic because your boyfriend (or potential boyfriend, you hadn’t actually had that conversation yet) had told you he needed to talk to you tonight, about something important. He didn’t specify what for, and maybe that’s why you didn’t notice the strange man in your flat. You were unconscious before you could even threaten to scream.

The chill of the grey stone room settled on your clammy skin, causing you to shiver, but you couldn’t tell if it was the cold, the drugs, the panic, or a combination of all. You tried to take deep breaths, seeing if that could help you in any way, but honestly, you felt the cold air to be stifling. What if you had been targeted for human trafficking? God, your boyfriend/not boyfriend always told you that you had to start keeping an eye on your surroundings, but you had just laughed at him and called you paranoid. What had you done to get yourself in this situation?

“It’s not what you’ve done, it’s more of who you know.”

The too calm, icy voice caused you to freeze. You hadn’t realised you had been muttering to yourself, a habit you had tried hard to break. You tensed as you felt the man standing behind you, his footsteps slow as he circled you. He evidently wasn’t in any hurry, feeling the need to analyse you in your place still tied to the chair.

As the drugs slowly left your system, you were able to look up properly, your sight coming more into focus. The man walked around with a slight limp, a glowing walking stick in his hand. He had shoulder length grey hair, and he was looking at you with an almost amused look on his face. You didn’t recognise him, but he was looking at you with familiarity, and the way he muttered your name caused a chill throughout your body, and you were positive that this time, it wasn’t the cold around you.

“I apologise for the circumstances in which we are meeting. You must have a lot of questions,” the man said. “But we don’t really have the time, I’m afraid.”

“What am I doing here?” you ask, your voice a little croaky. You held back the urge to cough. “Who are you?”

“Where are my manners?” the man chuckled, but you didn’t find anything even slightly amusing. “I’m Arthur Harrow. I’m the avatar of Ammit, a great Goddess, known for the time of judgment.” Harrow leaned forward, giving you a soft smile that wasn’t all too kind, making you feel slimy. “And you, my dear, are needed for someone’s attention.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand, I’m no-one. I don’t even…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You’re far beyond confused. You wracked your brain to see if you knew anyone who might have pissed off anyone even remotely important, but you get nothing. The name ��Ammit’ sounded familiar though; there’d been some weird not-a-cult-but-it-was-definitely-a-cult activity near your neighbourhood, and you’d heard someone near the dodgy alleyway that led to the not-so-abandoned block of flats mention the name. You tended to avoid going that way on the way to work, but sometimes you were running late and that was the quickest route.

“Now, now, don’t get yourself so worked up,” said Arthur, mockingly patting you on the shoulder, causing you to flinch. “If all goes to plan, then you don’t have to get hurt.”

“Please,” you plead, tears coming to your eyes as you shake your head. “I don’t know anybody, please. I want to go home.”

“I can’t do that, I’m afraid. You see, Marc Spector and I are due a chat.”

Marc? What did he want with Marc?

Your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of your not-boyfriend. You bet Marc was wondering where you were, why you weren’t at your flat to greet him for dinner that night (how long ago was that night anyway? One day? One week?). Would he have called the police? He’d told you he had a stint in the military so maybe he knew people in high places to find you. Or, if ‘the conversation’ was going to happen at dinner, he might have been planning to break things off, so he might not bother looking for you again.

The thought sat heavy in your chest. What if that’s exactly what happened? What if you’re never found, and this is where you die? You felt sick at the thought of no-one finding you, not coming to get you, and leaving you to rot wherever you had been taken.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden sounds of distant gunfire, and muffled yelling. You stared wide eyed at the closed door, Harrow not looking the least bit bothered by the sudden sounds of violence. You could feel your chest tightening again with panic, your breathing quickening as you looked back at Harrow, who merely raised an eyebrow at you as he took a few steps forward. “Time to go.”

You start struggling again, shaking your head and pleading, “No, no, no,” over and over again as Harrow unbound you from the chair, pulling you along with him out towards the shouts and gunshots (he was stronger than he looked, and you were still a little wobbly on your legs). His grip on your upper arm was tight as you were dragged along equally freezing stone corridors, before coming into a large room, almost like a cave, standing on a small platform surrounded by a deep pool of water.

You felt the hairs on your arms stand up at the sudden silence. There were unconscious bodies – or dead, you weren’t sure – scattered around the opposite side of the room, a mix of weapons in their hands or strewn along with them across the floor. Harrow kept a tight grip on your arm, looking around with a furrowed brow, his jaw tight as you still struggled to escape his grip. You weren’t sure what he was looking around for, but you felt Harrow tense as a shadow crossed the wall, revealing a tall, muscled man in a suit of what looked like bandages, covering his entire body and a hood over his head. He was stood with his shoulders squared, his glowing white eyes aimed at you and Harrow.

Harrow smiled. “Nice of you to join us, Marc.”

Your eyes widened. Marc?

“They have nothing to do with this, Harrow,” the suited man – Marc – said.

You must be dreaming. There was no way any of this was real, from the kidnapping in your own flat to seeing a masked being (who might just be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend) with glowing eyes. You couldn’t stop staring. What was this? What was going on? Since when was Marc some vigilante, fighting against killer cults dressed like a caped mummy? What was happening?

“They got you here, Marc, and that’s all I needed.”

Marc called your name, his mask seemingly unravelling from his face. He looked a little battered and bruised, and his dark hair was a bit of a mess, but it was definitely Marc. He was looking at you with a panic in his eyes, something you’d never seen before in your few months of casual dating. “Are you okay?”

You shakily nod. “Not hurt.”

Marc gave a nod after looking you over before looking back at Harrow. “This is between you and me, and I’m not going to let you kill innocent people.”

“Ammit’s judgement rids the world of those who could do wrong; create a perfect, non-conflict world.”

Marc practically growled at Harrow. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

Harrow hummed, giving a small smirk at Marc. “Pity. You’ve let that bird get to you.”

You silently questioned what he meant by ‘the bird’, but Harrow’s sudden pull of your arm made you come face to face with him. Again, you struggled to separate from him, looking up at him with fear and you felt the dread settle heavy in your stomach as the nonchalant look on his face, Marc shouting your name from across the room. Harrow gave what was almost a sarcastic sigh of disappointment. “I’m sorry it ended this way.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, tell him he didn’t sound sorry at all, you were violently pushed you towards the edge of the platform.

You let out a scream as you were thrown backwards, straight towards the water. You heard Marc scream your name before gasping as the cold water hit your skin, drenching you and water filling your mouth. You struggled against your bindings, the panicking settling deep in you. The water was deeper than you thought and you could barely make out what looked like Marc and Harrow fighting above you. Your lungs were already starting to burn, and the more you struggled, the more you sank further down into the water. You could almost touch the bottom, you surface darker and further away.

If you didn’t get out now, you would drown.

You pulled and pulled at your restraints, but your arms were useless after the drugging and being stuck in the same position for a long time. If you didn’t free your arms, you couldn’t free your legs to swim back to the surface. The water was freezing, and your muscles kept tensing, trying to keep what little heat you already had in your body.

Looking back up momentarily at the surface, you couldn’t see Marc or Harrow. You wondered what happened. You wondered if Harrow had won the fight, that Marc was suffering the same fate as you, sinking to the bottom of the pool, trying to fight his way to the surface. Marc had mentioned to you once that he wasn’t so fond of deep water and struggled to swim because of it.

You tried to hold back a sob, a few bubbles escaping your mouth as you gave another weak pull at your wrists, black spots appearing in your vision as you grit your teeth, trying to keep conscious. You don’t know how long you had been down here, but it seemed like Marc had either lost or left, probably cutting his losses. Like you said, you weren’t that serious, only casually dating. You hadn’t even had that conversation yet.

He'd meet someone new, probably. He was a good-looking guy, and very charming, he’ll have no problems finding someone else. And his hair…you wished you had ran your fingers through it more; those curls would melt even the coldest of hearts.

Yeah, Marc Spector would be okay.

You close your eyes, letting the darkness envelope you, barely noticing the figure diving in the water above you.

Something was pushing heavily on your chest, over and over again.

It hurt, and you were sure that after dying, nothing should hurt.

“Come on,” grunted Marc, compressing again and again on your chest. “Breathe. Come on, baby, breathe!”

You felt his lips over yours, breathing air into your lungs. Your eyes snapped open and you spluttered, Marc pulling away from you quickly and turning you on your side, patting your back firmly as you coughed, your lungs still burning from the water you were practically spewing up.

Oh my God, you had almost died.

You lay back, gasping loudly, tears streaming down your face the pain you were in. Marc helped you sit up, muttering gently to you about not moving too fast, just to keep breathing. He was already cutting away at your ties, your feet and hands coming free in moments. You shivered, still in the cave like room surrounded by the water, the chill remaining deep in your bones.

You took a good look at Marc, who was no longer wearing his suit, seeing that he was also soaked to the bone, obviously having jumped in the water after you. You heart warmed at the fact that he chose to go in after you, even after his aversion to water. You leapt to him, wrapping your arms around him, wanting – needing – him as close to you as possible. After a moment’s hesitation, Marc’s arms slipping around you, pulling you even closer to him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m okay, baby,” said Marc, his face buried into your neck. “A little beat up but I’ll be okay.”

You both stay in each other’s arms for a few more moments, before the reality of your situation begins to creep back into your mind. Your kidnapping; Harrow and his cult; Marc being a white bandaged superhero –

“Where’s Harrow?” you ask quickly, pulling away frantically and looking around. The chamber was empty aside from the unconscious bodies and you and Marc.

Marc shook his head. “He’s gone, don’t worry about him for now.”

You turn your head to look at Marc, eyes wide. “What are you?”

Marc bit his lip nervously before he stood, holding his hand out to you. “Can you walk?”

You shakily stood, grabbing Marc’s hand as you balance yourself. You were a little wobbly but you were confident you could walk. You nod as Marc suddenly leads you out of the cave room, and you were thankful to see the back of it. You had so many questions for Marc, and as you both were walking out of wherever you were, you were spewing so many at him. His grip on your hand tightened the deeper into the cave system, still not answering your questions. You had the feeling he might just avoid the conversation all together.

You soon made it out of what felt like the maze you were trapped in, feeling the much warmer air against you skin. You took a look around, your mouth falling open at the sight of the Pyramids of Giza ahead of you.

Egypt. There was no way you were in Egypt.

“I’m in Egypt? Egypt?”

“You did mention you had always wanted to visit the Sphynx,” joked Marc, giving you a small smile.

“Seriously, Marc, what is going on?”

Marc looked at you with a desperate look on his face. He shook his head before taking a deep breath. “I serve Khonshu. The Egyptian God of the moon.” Marc closed his eyes and grimaced a moment, as if someone had suddenly shouted at him but the area around you was silent. “And the night sky; Egyptian God of the moon and night sky.”

You felt as though the air around you was stifling. There was a loud buzzing in your ear that you think might be the adrenaline waring off, the lack of oxygen from almost drowning, or it was merely your panic kicking up again. You could only stare at Marc like he had grown a second head, which wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that had happened to you. You let out a laugh of disbelief, Marc looking at you with a worried look on his face, almost as if he was scared of rejection. “I’m sorry, what?”

Marc gave you a small nod. “I’m…I’m Moon Knight. I’m the Fist of Vengeance and Protector of Travellers of the Night.”

You give another laugh, almost manic. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him or kiss him. “This is…this is insane, Marc, you know that don’t you?”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to have dinner!”

“I know.”

“And I was…kidnapped, because you are some superhero with a cape!”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You sagged, looking away from him. “I can’t believe this.”

Marc hesitated for a moment before tentatively placing a hand on your back. “It’s not just the avatar thing.”

“What?” you breathe, looking back at him with wide, confused eyes.

Marc sighed, giving you a tired and heavy look. “I need to introduce you to Steven.”

Your brow furrowed at him, looking at him in confusion. “Who’s Steven?”

Tagged - @ahookedheroespureheart, @eonnyx

Black moon divider by @djarrex.

#moon knight #steven grant #Marc Spector #marc x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #arthur harrow #ammit #khonshu

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spoopy-fish-writes · 1 year

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Hello! If you don't mind, could I request J, N, Q, R and T for the sfw alphabet with Kenshin, Motonari and Kicho? Thank you very much!♡

| | J, N, Q, R and T for Kenshin and Kichou | |

Suitor(s): Kenshin and Kichou

TW: Jealousy, possessiveness, yandere mindset, mentions of trauma, mentions of loss of a loved one, death, murder, alcohol mention, food mention, spoilers for Kenshin (?)

Notes: ✨The murder husbands✨ || Some bits of this are a little bit rushed but I hope it's not too noticeable because these are always LONG and also Kicho is based mostly off of various things and personal headcanons I have for him because Kicho doesn't have a route so he might be kinda ooc- || I tried so hard to do Motonari but I honestly just couldn’t, it was like some kind of internal battle but I was just never happy with how it turned out so my apologise 🙏

| | Kenshin | |

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

♡ He is arguably the most jealous of all of the warlords considering certain events

♡ He's spent so long being scared to lose everyone close to him that he really can't help but feel threatened by anything, no matter how small, that may take you away from him

♡ He trusts in you and the fact that you would never leave, at least after a certain point, but he just doesn't trust anyone else, something that he is subconsciously aware is ridiculous because he trusts all of his soldiers and vassals with his life - quite literally - every few days

♡ He doesn't even like the idea of other people so much as seeing you because he feels so deeply for you

♡ As a result of this, he's worried about how easily other people might find themselves enamoured with you and cannot bear the idea of that ever happening because you are his to love. Not anyone else's

♡ He also knows that other people would want to take you for themselves as a prize since Kenshin is Kenshin and has more than his fair share of people who want everything that he has

♡ He's very open about his jealousy though he'll never actually verbally admit it and will hide you away using his cape whenever he does something like hug or kiss you and will always keep a hand on you, whether it he on your waist, holding your hand, you just always needs to be reassured that your aren't going anywhere at least when his jealousy is more bearable for him

♡ Other times, he will find himself leading you away from a room or just taking you by the hand and taking the two of you away from everyone, keeping the two of you confined so only he can be the one to see you and hear your voice

♡ He knows that he can't - or at least shouldn't - lock you away but it doesn't mean that he doesn't get very tempted to. At times he'll tell you that he wishes that he could just steal you away and keep you, like a bird in a cage

♡ It makes him feel like he'll be able to protect you and he gets this slightly scary far away look in his eyes while he says it but you look at him and he knows that he can’t and shouldn’t push you that far. He could never do that to you again

♡ He's not one to be against getting violent either. There's no number of people who haven't gotten close to losing limbs or lives for getting too close to you. It’s you that gives him the self control not to go that far

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

♡ Nights with Kenshin usually consist of falling asleep before he gets back and then feeling him slip in beside you and have his arms wrap around your form though he does make an effort to be back to you before you're asleep, not being all too fond of the idea of you waiting up for him or him not being near you while you're alone in your room

♡ He spends quite some time just listening to you talk before the both of you change for the night, your voice soothing to him as it's drawn out by the peaceful night and his clear interest in your life and perhaps a cup of sake though he'll often find himself declining the drink when he's with you

♡ A cup of tea will instead often accompany your nights, a nice way to clear your throat and sooth tense muscles while he allows the himself to indulge in your thoughts and feelings and his own

♡ Your voice is perhaps the one thing that he would never get tired of despite the calm state that it lulls him into, a tired smile pulling at his lips as he listens to you and asks the occasional question

♡ It's the only time that you really get to see him so relaxed as you know that the second that you fall asleep he'll be on alert until he finally sleeps himself

♡ This holds true as he holds you oh so gently as you lay beside him and he rubs light circles into your skin as you fall asleep while he stays awake for a little while more, reassuring himself with your steady breathing before he falls asleep himself

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

♡ Kenshin makes an effort to remember everything about you and gets quite frustrated with himself when he can't remember certain details

♡ The way that he ensures that he keeps details about you in his head, even if you don’t notice it, shows a kind if devotion that you will rarely ever see. From the way that his eyes soften but gaze stays strong to take in every bit of you - the direction that you look or the way that your head subconsciously tilts, the way that you react to certain things like smells or sights - to the way that question after question leaves his lips

♡ Less so an actual continuous stream of questions but questions that he knows will get you talking

♡ He knows that he just won't be able to remember everything but he does try because you're important to him and he wants to do things that'll make you happy and avoid things that'll make you sad

♡ As a general rule, he mostly remembers things that affect your mood. He isn't sure why, but he finds himself really attuned to your mood and can tell the little shifts in it (even if he's not sure what emotion it's shifting towards) and ends up relating certain pieces of information with your mood

♡ Anything that makes you smile stays tucked away in the back of his mind along side anything that draws out a visible negative reaction from you

♡ He'll find random tidbits of information and various memories coming to the forefront of his mind whenever your in certain moods as well and it kind of just sticks like that

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

♡ When he's finally able to separate you from Ishime (is that how you spell her name?)

♡ It's technically before your relationship but honestly is probably his favourite moment regardless. He doesn't think he could choose one during your relationship

♡ Before that, he'd struggled to be able to allow himself to see you two as two different people. He knew that you both were, he was well aware of it, but occasionally the two of you would merge in his mind and he would find certain fears resurfacing

♡ Ishime wasn't as strong as you nor did she share your mindset and ideas, but it was that fear that kept him from being able to fully differentiate the two of you and your possible fate

♡ It's what he would describe as a show of your strength, the strength of your will, that forces him to realise. He sees you and hears you and not once does the thought is Ishime cross his mind nor her memory

♡ It's like a blurring film had been removed from his eyes and he he's never seen you clearer before and, in all honesty, he hadn't

♡ His fear melts away for a second and he finds himself genuinely feeling free to be around you, without that fear that you'll force yourself away from him

♡ He knows that, in comparison to him, you're delicate, but that thought leaves his mind as he sees you as perhaps stronger than anyone he's ever met before. Someone who keeps surviving in this ear that takes away anything that isn't strong enough to survive

♡ And he adores it. The freedom he feels as he spends that time with him lightens his heart and he really sees you for you and I think that perhaps that was when he really fell

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

♡ Kenshin puts in an almost ridiculous amount of effort into everything but it's genuinely just the regular standard for him

♡ He has a number of responsibilities already and he needs to make sure that he completes them all to a certain standard for the sake of his people so it's only expected that he holds himself to this same standard and then some when it comes to you

♡ He puts you on a pedestal, believing that you only deserve the best, and you truly do, but his best is borderline perfection at least in the actual preparation and domestic regard

♡ Whole he's still getting used to actually consciously doing these things, he catches on very quickly but things like dates and anniversaries are another matter

♡ Like I said, the actual preparation is perfect once it gets down to it but he gets a little antsy about things like gifts and how to actually celebrate things with you and where to take you

♡ He has no experience with these things so he's a little lost but he's got the spirit and the dedication

♡ He'll take note of things you like and incorporate them into activities for you and it's genuinely a very exhausting process but he doesn't seem to mind

♡ He puts in as much effort as he can for you and it shows once you look a little closer

| | Kichou | |

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

♡ You'd think he wouldn't get jealous and it is true that he has the self assurance in himself and trust in you to not to get jealous but there are times where he just needs to keep everyone and everything away from you but that is fairly rare

♡ As a general rule, he sees being overly jealous as something that's unnecessary because he's very goal driven

♡ Because of this, he doesn't really allow himself to feel much that would skew how he sees people or acts so he isn't one to often act on his jealousy either when he does feel it on the rare occasion

♡ Because of his aforementioned confidence in you and himself but also because he doesnt see the feeling as being something that he wants to allow himself to feel because he finds it 'unnecessary' in a sense due to all too much emotional repression

♡ When he is jealous, he honestly just tried to get rid of whatever is making him jealous. His glaring is usually enough to be rid of any unwanted individuals talking to you but he's too prideful to go much further than that

♡ That is unless you count taking your attention and adamantly ignoring whoever he's feeling jealousy until they bring attention to themselves at which point he will dismiss their attempts to talk to you and practically force them to leave

♡ They're not worth either of your time so there's no reason to entertain them at all. He's not necessarily sorry about it either, even when you ask him about it or get upset over his behaviour

♡ He'll make it up to you in whatever way you'll like but he doesn't see what was wrong with what he did and his remorse is nonexistent

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

♡ Kicho is very clearly a person who struggles with sleep, so many nights with him will end with you asleep while he has a few cups of tea to try and get himself to sleep

♡ Like Kenshin, he's often late to come back and late to sleep regardless so you will often find yourself going the night without seeing him though these nights become fewer as time goes on

♡ He strikes me as the kind of person to do a fair bit of self care at night and will share you into this habit, him often being the one to care for your hair and set up a very drowsy atmosphere

♡ He too likes to talk to you before the two of you go to sleep, sharing your experiences and your thoughts about the day

♡ However, they will largely be spent in silence with him as he tries to get you to sleep because he doesn't want you to get too invested in the conversation while you're supposed to be sleeping

♡ It will often become something of a competition to see who can get the other to sleep first for the sake of both of your health's which Kicho will mostly win though he appreciates your efforts

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

♡ He doesn’t put in any kind of special effort into remembering things about you, he’s just so sure of himself and his memory that he knows that there is no chance that he could forget anything to do with you

♡ The fact that he remembers your favourite foods, fabrics, colours and more seems to be purely by his own will to remember those things even if he doesn’t do so conciously because, a lot of the time, these things will come up briefly or when he’s busy and you happen to mention them in passing

♡ Sometimes even he doesn’t realise that he’s remembered these things and you can see it when he’s tired and has his guard down in the way that his voice trails off when he says something about you and his brows furrow as if he’s trying to confirm to himself whether it’s true

♡ He becomes more sure of himself in these moments when you smile in surprise at the fact that he remembered and it becomes more of a usual thing for him to randomly do things relating to things that you’ve told him like bring you a snack that you said you liked and such

♡ He is also, however, Mitsuhide’s cousin and a certified tease and will remember any time that you’ve tripped, pronounced something miserably wrong, etc, etc and, while he will never say it, he will give you an amused look that conveys that he’s recalling one of those memories whenever you do something that reminds him of them

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

♡ He remembers laying beside you, not touching you and the cover that you were both sharing dipping between the two of you while you slept and he fought the urge to get up and work because he wasn’t used to having so much tome as to be able to sleep before the sun was up

♡ It was the first time that you had insisted that he come to sleep as well rather than just accept it when he said that he would ‘in a moment’ and then slept after the sun came up and woke up before you had even risen yourself

♡ He remembers feeling so comfortable for once, like he actually wanted to sleep and indulge for a moment

♡ Like it wasn’t just something that he had to do for the sake of not collapsing half way through the day and he liked it

♡ It made him feel slightly guilty, to indulge in comfort that he usually denied himself, but he remembers how he felt when he slept - so easily when he shut his eyes and the blanket of sleep wrapped around him so quickly - and he doesn’t think he’s ever slept so well in years

♡ It’s a moment that means much more to him than even he expected but the vulnerability that he felt, exposed only to himself with you asleep beside him - not bearing witness to it but your presence still a comfort to him - had him feeling so secure the next morning when he woke up only a little before you and getting to see your tired look of surprise when you say him still beside you

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

♡ He acts like he wouldn't put in much effort but he puts in a lot more effort than you would know, at least for special occasions

♡ Dates, however, a typically a little more on the casual side and whenever the two of you have the time. As much as he wants to make them meaningful, it's a little difficult when you're as busy as he is

♡ He already has a certain standard for every day tasks and this doesn't waver ever so he's always a massive help with domestic tasks

♡ He's quite adept in most areas of domestic living and definitely knows how to cook on accounts of his ideals and his ideas that people should know how to survive, with cooking being a basic survival skill that becomes slightly more enjoyable for him through Motonari

♡ Same applies when it comes to you who he values enough to hold above most of these tasks so he actually does put a lot of effort into planned dates but will brush them off like it was nothing

♡ It was a lot though, he almost always finds himself getting frustrated planning them because it isn't going as he wanted them to but all of those frustrations will leave him if you're happy by the end of it

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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The husband for Maui that I mentioned may or may not be a basically ooc Fintan that my gf twisted into someone else 👉👈

Maui works best in a dynamic of "Oh I'm as bad as you mentally but God are you hot" and then that progresses into "Oh no we made each other better how did that work aaaand you are basically a cat" as Maui does, in fact, purr and enjoy being pet on the head (He's also just incredibly touch starved)

Maui is a "Doubts everyone even the people close to him" paranoid. Like, he very easily gets attached to certain types of people. He loves very easily. He's attracted very easily, some would say like a moth to a flame. He- he doesn't have friends. He has his Brother, his Sister, and his two adoptive fathers. His father's had a whole thing of enemies to lovers and his sister is very firey and quick to start arguments with Maui and, on more than one occasion, these arguments end with her telling him to commit die- They do make up and she apologises but yeah. His brother is the Sweetest person anyone has ever known and is always nice and kind and understanding and he's an absolute buff sweetheart with his own little animal sanctuary, so who cares if he's a little bit of a kleptomaniac and has landed in prison because of it. Maui buys small items and keeps them in his pockets for Jett to take if his kleptomania is acting up. Jett has a garlic bread tattoo

Maui is a very sad, lonely man that fills the cracks in his heart with sex that he doesn't even want in some cases but the primal act itself helps to distract himself from the crashing and huringa of his life around him as he struggles to keep his mental health afloat and not crack into rubble and go flat out crazy and on a murderous rampage like he was trained to do by the lady that took him after he escaped his r@pist

That's not to say that he doesn't genuinely enjoy sex and is a very sexual person! Just yeah, it's a bad habit and a little of an addiction. In most cases he Hangs around clubs for the sexy men and women, and for the alcohol they serve. Almost all of his outfits contain a show of his very nice chest

Dude knees are so fucking weird and I don't like drawing them they suck. Also!! I think that eyes blinking are a good place to start!! They're pretty simply and they don't require too many frames

Oh Maui spends so much time appreciating himself in the mirror. He has tried to make out with the mirror but it's not the same (;-;) but he does enjoy a good masturbation session in the mirror

Don't fire the sun and replace it with Maui!! That's a very bad idea no matter how much he tries to tell you otherwise!! Colour theory is so fuckey and I don't even know what I'm doing aside from Blue + Orange = Brown, grey, and teal; Red + Green = Dusty rose, grey, and shit colour; Yellow + purple = Beige, grey, and a sad purple

I know, I have tried to escape him in the past but it never works out and I spent many a days thinking about him. Having an outlet through art and talking about him has been helping, though!! Now I'm not in my head 24/7 and instead enjoying watching Maui run around the public park of your tumblr and my sketchbook. I'll have to submit a picture of him without eyebrows eventually

-Heathen

There's something about Fintan where people just take him and completely dissect him and rearrange the parts into an entirely different person, and I think that's beautiful. Shout out to your gf for twisting him <33

(post got long so here's a cut)

Listen the best romances are being deeply deeply fucked up in the head and then making each other better. That's just how you do it. The attraction and then the affection, it's a delectable path to take. Finding out how much they like each other afterwards, something small turning into something much bigger. If there's some internal conflict over the whole matter that just makes it spicier. Becoming a cat later in the relationship I think is just natural progression. When you're touch starved you simply gotta full out go for it. Head pets and all. Though that does sound very Maui of him to be a cat

Also, that makes sense. being paranoid when he loves easily is certainly an interesting combination! Could be some story there about how he's fighting with himself over it because he wants so badly to be loved and to love others but doesn't know who, if anyone, he can trust.

His family does sound very nice though, aside from the sister arguments. I'm curious about this enemies to lovers thing his adoptive dad had--and also how he came to be adopted by them. I know this family exists but I have no clue how it came to be formed. I know that after he ran away from his bio mother he at some point came under the tutelage of the. Woman. Lady. Manon! That's her name. But between Manon and two dads i don't know how the switch happened. Also shout out to Jett for being the best person to ever exist. i know very little about him but I, too, love garlic bread. and animals. iffy on dogs though because they make many bad sounds. anyway!

You know I am absolutely not surprised that Maui fills the holes in his life with sex (pardon the word choice, I'm kind of sorry). You said that he's kind of addicted and uses it to try and distract himself and keep him afloat and I just went yeah that checks out. Maui fucks. Sex can be very complicated mentally, so I am wishing Maui the best in terms of figuring out his mental health!! Perhaps there are better ways to do it but you know what it sounds like no one is getting hurt so that's a positive. Showing off his chest and having sex is less destructive than others ventures. I mean, I think he'd show off his chest regardless of whether it was in a sexual manner or not, but also a lot of what he does is sexual. he simply is that kind of person

I'm so glad someone else agrees with me on the knees thing. they are so so weird and we don't talk about it enough. weird is not bad in this context it is simply weird. You know I don't think I have to draw them very often but when I do it is with bafflement and bemusement. Also in terms of animating blinking I will find a way to overcomplicate it. That's not to say I think I couldn't do it I just know myself well enough to know exactly what will happen if I try.

Maybe if Maui tried to make out with the mirror again it would work better. After all, first kisses aren't telling of kissing overall, so maybe he just needs more practice! or a different mirror. Then again giving the track record he has to far I'd assume he'd rather spend his time enjoying those masturbation sessions than failing to make out with mirror him. Perhaps he doesn't need a mirror at all and should go with a more Narcissus route! Make out with a lake!

Reports indicate deaths are in the dozens of billions, Barbara. Cindy is live on the scene and she's saying that someone has...am I hearing this right? Apparently someone has replaced that sun--you heard me right folks, someone has replaced the sun with a mysterious, unidentified man. Details of his appearance are unknown, as all spectators could see was glimpses of a revealed chest, but I will keep you updated as the story develops. [she will not, she will also die in the billions without the sun :/]

I don't know if I've ever consciously paid attention to color theory in my life so I'm just listening to you like you're a wizard. I go based on vibes and what looks alright as I'm drawing.

Also I love the descriptor of my tumblr as a public park, like yes you're so right people can just come here and look and things and also put things there and everyone can just hang out. Does this make me the caretaker of the park? Because if so I think I'd like to turn this into kind of a mystic park situations. I don't know how to explain the vibe in my head. It exists outside of time and is welcoming to all, a haven, a refuge from the outside, but it is also slightly incomprehensible and bigger than life. Things make no sense but you don't question them. The caretaker has been there for centuries yet has always looked the same. Park that's actually a magic realm vibes. That's not the point though the point is that Maui is running haphazardly around the park and refuses to leave <33

he is very sweet so thank you for sharing him with me/unleashing him on my park!

#quil's queries #heathen nonsie #other's ocs #I am So Normal about magic (lying)#once meg described me as the librarian of the keeper fandom so I typically imagine my blog as like an ancient library #maze like shelves yet there's always a light to guide your way #bits and bobs all over the place #a dragon protecting the hoard of knowledge. all curled up within the twists and turns. but amenable to those who come with good #intentions #now I am imagining a bright little park in the middle of the library. moss and drooping pink trees and a fountain #dark stones lining the way with benches waiting to hold you #flowers and little fauna #listen. it is very cute in my head #tw sex mention

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Sweeter than honey

Pairing: Sanzu x gn!reader

Genre: Darkfic, crack

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, violence, gore, murder

Kakucho was stopped mid-sentence by a soft knock at the door, halting his presentation as he threw Mikey an annoyed glance.

You slowly opened the door, only pushing your upper body through it as you held the handle in one hand, a few bags in the other one.

“Hello baby.” Sanzu grinned, turning towards you in his chair.

“Ah, I’m sorry for interrupting.” You smiled, slipping fully inside, “Haru left his lunch at home.”

“This is my partner, y/n.” Sanzu gestured to you, looking at you with such fondness in his eyes that it was honestly nauseating.

Everyone in the room raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

With your snow-white fluffy coat, baby blue dress and sparkly shoes over thigh-high socks, paired with the soft, sparkly makeup on your face, you absolutely did not look like you should be dating their favourite resident homicidal junkie.

In fact, you looked like you shouldn’t even be near this building.

“Since I was coming here, I brought some pastries for everyone, Haru told me what you guys liked,” You placed two bags on the table, holding the third one out towards Ran, “You’re Ran, right? Haru mentioned you have a nut allergy, I made sure to get you something from a specialised bakery!”

Ran politely thanked you, pleasantly surprised, and internally, he decided you’re a precious angel who must be protected at all cost.

“Thank you doll.” Sanzu pulled you down, gently kissing you.

“It is no problem at all.” You smiled, gently kissing his forehead before making your way to the door.

“It was nice meeting you guys!” You threw everyone a smile, waving as you closed the doors.

“Is that seriously your partner?” Rindou spun his chair towards Sanzu, who was by now covered in powdered sugar.

“Yuh-uh.” He nodded through a mouthful of one of the doughnuts you brought, “Arn’t they phetty?”

Kokonoi smacked him with a folder filled with papers.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, it’s disgusting.”

Kokonoi let out a frustrated sigh, rolling the file into a paper ball and starting over again.

There seemed to be an error in one of the drugs trafficking finance statistics, approximately costing them 100k yen, which wasn’t awful, but Koko couldn’t find it for the life of him.

“What’s the matter, Kokonoi-san?”

Koko looked up from his files to look at you, seated on the couch in his office.

Sanzu and you were supposed to go on a date, but he had to drop off some files with Kokonoi first, and then Mikey called him to his office for a quick chat, so you were left with Kokonoi until Sanzu got back.

Not that Koko minded, you were a breath of fresh air in the everyday chaos of Bonten, your calm demeanour and soft tone alongside with snacks you brought them always welcome.

“You can call me Koko. There is an error in the numbers here and I can’t figure out why.” He huffed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Can I help in any way? Maybe I can spot the problem?” You offered, polite as always, and Kokonoi had to ask himself for the 6th time that week, what were you doing with Sanzu.

“Sure, here.”

You got up carefully take the papers, scanning over them for a few seconds before you let out a tiny ‘Aha!’

“Kokonoi-san, I apologise if I may sound rude, but you made a miscalculation here,” You pointed to one of the numbers on the paper, “You seem to have forgotten to calculate the amount for the first weeks of May and September.”

Kokonoi took the papers from your hands, squinting at the numbers.

“Shit, you’re right.” He quickly typed in the amount in the calculator, the numbers checking out, “Thank you, y/n.”

You brightly smiled.

“It is no issue at all!”

“Hey angel, sorry to make you wait.” Sanzu entered, softly kissing your temple as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Don’t worry babe! I was able to help Kokonoi-san with some paperwork.”

Sanzu softly pinched your cheek, making you squeal and swat at him with a pout.

“You’re so clever, my smart baby.”

“Seriously, what the fuck are they doing with him?” Rindou questioned, staring at you as you happily listened to Sanzu’s ramblings, the man obviously off his rockers, already drunk and high, and it wasn’t even 11 p.m. yet.

Kakucho nodded, sipping his drink.

“For real, the first day they walked in, I thought they must have been lost.”

“I’m still not convinced this is not a huge prank, or that he didn’t blackmail them into dating him somehow.” Ran noted, narrowing his eyes as you allowed Sanzu to basically climb into your lap, still going on and on about God knows what.

“Genuinely, they’re so sweet? I ripped my suit jacket yesterday and briefly mentioned it to Sanzu, poof he called them and they stitched it up for me. It looked brand new.” Takeomi slumped into his seat, observing as Sanzu accidentally spilled some of his drink on your lavender dress, and you seemed fully not bothered, smiling at the man in your lap with nothing but pure adoration.

“They cooked me soup and coaxed me into sleeping because Sanzu whined about it a week ago. They cleaned my apartment while they were at it.” Mikey added, munching on a dorayaki you brought him.

“What a fucking angel.” Kakucho sighed, feeling slightly bad that you ended up in the company of internationally wanted criminals.

“Damn, they managed that?,” Ran whistled, “Not even you can resist their charm, boss.”

Mikey threw Ran a blank look.

“To be fair, they are the human embodiment of a plushie, and I’m not a monster.”

“True.” Ran shrugged.

“How the fuck did he bag them and why are they staying?”

Bonten was soon to find out, however.

Kakucho received a call from Sanzu at 12 a.m.

“What the fuck do you-“

“Ayo, calm down Potter. Just to let you know y/n and I got jumped by some small fish rival gang while clubbing. I’ll need clean up.”

Kakucho tensed, already grabbing his coat.

“We’ll be right there. Is y/n okay?”

“Huh? Yea, they’re fine, I’d be more worried about these fuckers if I were you.”

Kakucho stopped in his tracks, furrowing his brows.

Ran threw him a questioning look.

“What?”

“Honestly, we should have expected this.” Rindou commented, staring at the sight in front of him.

No one answered him.

There were around 6 or 7 men, strewn around the booth Sanzu and you were seated at, but honestly, Rindou couldn’t really tell which man was which, most of them beaten to a bloody pulp.

They would have assumed it was Sanzu who did that, however, the druggie didn’t have a stain on him, except the small cut on his cheek, seeming too busy grinning wildly as he cheered you on.

What was probably the leader was seated across you two in the booth, one hand holding his eye (Rindou could assume what happened considering the bloodied spoon on the table), the other laid in front of you, as you apparently played the knife game with it.

Except you really didn’t seem to even try to hit the spaces between his fingers, mangling the man’s hand ruthlessly.

“You dare put your filthy paws on my baby?!” Your voice was angry, blood-spattered across your face and clothes, turning the pastel shirt and white coat you were wearing a deep red.

Without a warning, you shoved the knife through the man’s neck, coldly watching him fall to the ground, pained and gurgled noises coming out of his mouth.

You only then noticed Bonten standing by, horrified and baffled looks on their faces.

“Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there, I apologise for such a mess.” You smiled sweetly, digging through your pockets to pull out a bandaid.

“Baby, they cut your cheek.” You pouted, gently putting the bright pink Hello Kitty bandaid on Sanzu’s face.

“Just a scratch, doll.” Sanzu smirked, cupping your blood-stained face to pull you in for a kiss.

“Of course they’re crazy.” Ran sighed, throwing his hands in frustration, “Of course they’re fucking nuts.”

You only giggled as your fingers intertwined with Sanzu’s.

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a/n: i am so sorry for not responding to anyone on ssm 😭 i promise i will as soon as i get home, i’ve been awfully busy last few days 🤧

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kaoshusband · 2 years

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A NIGHT’S SHOW .

pairings — albedo x male!guitarist!reader

summary — albedo goes to a concert, featuring his crush, (name). what he doesn’t expect after the concert while walking back home is (name) confessing to him first.

warnings — not a lot, just fluff, confessing, and some kissing (maybe a teensy bit of ooc albedo, sorry! D:)

note — HHHOLY SHIT FIRST FIC?? anw thankyou 🎭 dearie for being my first anon 💕 I did my best I swear - but I think I could’ve done better.. but anyways, really hope you enjoyed!! (also I sincerely apologise for the big fat juicy hot crush on the first paragraph)

albedo tapped his wrist watch, his neutral expression changed to an impatient one. he held a few tickets in one hand, which was to be for a concert he’d be going to. the concert itself was to go for, but what made albedo want to actually go there was because 1. it was featuring his best friend, (name), a famous guitarist almost everyone albedo was close to knew. 2. he had a (big fat juicy hot—) crush on (name), the blonde man feeling flustered whenever reminding himself of it. he sighed, following the queue to get into the concert.

(now written in your pov!)

(name) ran a hand through his soft (h/c) hair, messing it up and making it stick out everywhere. a few messy locks fell on his face, but he couldn’t really care. he fixed his hair and took his guitar once he heard his name being called. (name) walked up to the stage, and the curtains opened.

fans were screaming left and right as (name) waved, a half-hearted smile plastered onto his expression. his smile turned more genuine when he spotted albedo among the crowd, but he couldn’t gaze at him for too long. (well maybe, after the show.) he took the mic, flashing a blinding smile that made fans squeal and scream ‘we love you!’. he flashed another closed eye smile and leaned forward towards the mic. “good evening, everyone!”

(back to albedo)

albedo couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy when he heard the fans screaming ‘we love you’ towards (name). he knew he shouldn’t be jealous, because they were fans of (name), of course. but he couldn’t help but feel as though some of them were truly in love with his friend.

the show had started, and albedo could hear and see (name)’s impressive guitar playing skills — as well as his singing that accompanied it. (name)’s singing felt like honey to albedo’s ears. he loved it. he loved it so much. it was as though (name)’s voice was the only one he could hear. he was snapped out of his trance when he thought he saw (name) winking at him, only to miss it. albedo shook it off and continued admiring (name)’s guitar playing, a soft and gentle smile upon his own lips.

(your pov!)

“thank you, thank you. all of you. farewell and have a great night!” (name) sighed, getting off the stage and placing his guitar back. that was quite a tiring piece. he thought, getting his coat from the nearby rack and heading off — not before bidding his fellow colleagues goodbye. he smiled when he remembered albedo, not forgetting his promise to meet him after the concert.

when (name) had gotten out of the concert area, he saw albedo sitting on a bench, seemingly waiting for him. (name) smiled wide, waving at albedo. albedo returned the smile back. “that was quite a great performance you had put on,” the blonde commented. (name) flushed, but the cover of night had prevented the pretty blonde from seeing the soft blush. “thanks.. it wasn’t that amazing, you’ve seen me do better anyways.” albedo smiled softly, shaking his head. “you and your humbleness.” (name) grinned sheepishly, taking his place to the right side of albedo as they walked back to their apartments.

in ((name)’s mind, he was a blushing mess. he complimented me again! (name) screamed internally. should I confess to him now..? he hesitated, fidgeting considerably. albedo noticed his fidgeting, “are you cold?” (name) quickly snapped back to reality and stumbled on his words like an idiot. “n-no, no! I’m perfectly fine,” mentally facepalming himself, he calmed down. determined (name) was going to confess today, he clenched his fists. “hey.. albedo?” the man turned to face him, attention undivided. “yes (name)?” (name) squirmed, this wasn’t going to be so easy after all. “I just wanted to say, I know how you might not feel the same, but… I.. I like you.”

albedo froze. he was definitely not expecting (name) to be the one confessing. “I-I know you definitely won’t say the same, but that’s fine. we can… still be friends.” (name) looked dejected, assuming albedo didn’t like him the same.

“I.. I like you too.”

neither of them moved. (name) processed those words. and when he did, even if the darkness covered his immense blush, he was flustered. “really?” albedo’s expression softened, a gentle, adoring smile plastered on his face. “yes, really.” (name) was ecstatic. he wrapped his arms around albedo’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. albedo kissed back, placing his hands on (name)’s waist. they broke apart for air, the coldness freezing their breath as they panted. (name) grinned widely, kissing albedo again.

the night was blessed with peaceful rustling of the leaves, the wind subtly blowing past as the two of them walked themselves back home. their home.

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ava-achlys · 3 years

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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Sohn Youngjae (Eric) - Kiss Me If You Can

Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: thigh fucking, unprotected sex, unrequited feelings, angst, smoking (just a lil bit sorry)

Everyone in this story is of age, let's just say you're a tad older than Eric. And yeah, can you tell I have a thing for shy Eric? I hope I didn't make it too OOC though. Also if you don't like smoking you can pretend you're just having a drink or something, I just felt like including it.

Eric had a crush on his sister's best friend. Little did he know the girl of his (wet) dreams would surprise him.

Your best friend's parents were out of town for the weekend, and she was left in charge of taking care of their house. Naturally, you were invited to stay for a sleepover, and you were excited, picking out cute outfits and games to bring with you. It's been a while since you got to hang out at their place, and you were looking forward to movie night and chilling in pajamas all day.

You ring the doorbell and a mop of pink hair greets you at the door. You blink in surprise before engulfing the boy in a tight hug. "Eric! You keep growing every time I see you~" you coo, ruffling his already messy pink hair. Eric blushes, his cheeks turning the color of his hair as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. "It's good to see you too, noona," he smiles, before yelling for his sister. The moment she came down to greet you, he ducked upstairs, uncharacteristically shy and quiet.

You hug your best friend and ask her if Eric's okay. She rolls her eyes and chuckles "He's just going through a late puberty I guess." You tilt your head, slightly confused, but you let the topic go, opting to ask about it again later. You head upstairs to her room to unpack your things, noticing that Eric's door was shut.

You two go about your day, catching up while you waited for your lunch order to be delivered. You had offered to pay for everyone's lunch, including Eric's which caused your friend to whine, saying having Eric around was going to ruin your fun. You brushed her off. Eric was a good kid, albeit a tad boisterous. Maybe he just had a lot on his mind, and you were determined to help him out. You go upstairs to tell him the food was here, but his door was locked and his music was turned up to the max.

You knocked loudly for a while, when suddenly the music stops, and you hear his feet shuffling. He opens the door a crack, his hair even messier than before, looking flushed and out of breath. "W-what is it noona?" He stammered. You smile at him, telling him his food had arrived and he was welcome to join you at the table. He gulped and nodded, saying he'd be down in a few before slamming the door shut. Again, you were confused. Did you do something wrong? You shake your head gently and go back downstairs, where your friend had already started eating her food, looking at you like a deer in headlights, and apologising around a mouthful of food. You just chuckle and start eating too.

Finally Eric arrives, padding softly to the table, dressed in an oversized sweatsuit and fuzzy unicorn slippers. You internally coo at how adorable he looks, and you can't help but reach out a hand to ruffle his locks. He beams at you as he thanks you for the food, and he digs right in. You naturally pull him into the conversation, and just like old times, all three of you are having a loud conversation, mainly the two siblings bickering and you laughing at their antics. You catch Eric's eyes and they're sparkling with joy and you're happy that he's comfortable around you again.

Evening rolls around and you get ready for a movie night with your best friend. You decide to watch the movie in her room, since she wants to try out her new projector. You change into a thin tank top, cute lacy panties and some loose pajama shorts. Your friend wolf whistles at your outfit, and you chuck a pillow at her, finally settling down to watch a new horror movie. You curl up under the blankets, shrieking and hugging each other during the jumpscares.

Eric hides away in his room after dinner, his head in his hands. He's slightly disappointed with himself, having dyed his hair your favorite shade of pink, and you hadn't said a word about it all day. Not to mention you nearly caught him jacking off before lunch. He splays out on his bed, hearing you yelp in fear from the next room, thinking about how he'd hold you close and protect you, even if he too was scared of the movie. He lets his imagination wander, thinking about how nice it would be to cuddle with you, to hold your warm hands, to rest his cheek against your hair.

Eric groans into a pillow. You never saw him as more than a kid, just your best friend's little brother, he thinks bitterly. He was glad that you bothered to include him in your activitties earlier that day, because he adored every moment spent with you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you'd pat his head affectionately. You were always so sweet to him, and he didn't want to risk this friendship. He'll take this secret to the grave, and he swears he'll try to behave as normally as possible tomorrow. For now, he decides to head downstairs for a glass of water, realising his throat was dry.

He tiptoes past his sister's room, and it's quiet, save for his sister's snoring. He's surprised that you two fell asleep so easily despite just finishing a horror movie. He shrugs and continues downstairs when he stops dead in his tracks. You were looking out the kitchen window, smoking a cigarette, your beautiful features illuminated by the soft moonlight. His throat runs even drier when he realises you're just in your lacy panties and a thin tanktop that left little to the imagination.

He gulps audibly and you turn to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, stock still. He's about to bolt back upstairs when you call his name, grabbing his wrist. He turns slowly back to you, keeping his eyes firmly on your bunny slippers. "Why are you still up, Eric?" Your soft voice snaps you out of his reverie. "J-just wanted to get some water, don't mind me," he chuckled weakly. You grow concerned, and watched him as he waddled to the fridge, downing some cold water hurriedly. He chokes on the liquid in his haste, and you rush to help him.

He stiffens as your rub your warm hands up and down his back soothingly. He bites his lips to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat, mentally willing his raging hard-on to go back down before you noticed it. "Mmmh, I'm fine, noona, t-thank you," he mumbles. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, chastising him gently. "Be careful, Eric, that could have been dangerous," you murmured. Time seemed to stop as you both stood there in silence, your nails pleasantly caressing his scalp, and he leans into your touch. You hum as you played with his pink locks.

"I forgot to mention, you look gorgeous with this pink hair. Did you know it's my favorite shade of pink?" Eric blushes again, shaking his head, pretending he didn't know. He looks down at your lips, curved into a sweet smile just for him. "You're gorgeous, noona, can I kiss you please?" He breathes, not realising he said that out loud. His eyes widen in shock as he hears his voice betray his thoughts, slapping a hand over his mouth. You're dazed, late realization hitting you like a truck. His shyness, the locked door, messy hair, panting, and the awkward walking. Speaking of which, you glance down to see a tent in his sweatpants, and you gulp nervously.

Eric looks like he's about to cry and run away again, but you hold his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. You look into his eyes and cup his red cheeks. "Do you mean it? Do you want to kiss me?" you ask him gently. He nods slowly, shutting his eyes tight. You lean in and gently press your lips against his, eliciting a shaky moan from the boy as he nervously grips your waist. You kiss him deeply and slowly, licking into his mouth everytime he moaned. His tongue pressed against yours, and you keen at how the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs against your lips.

You stood there, making out sweetly, when he picks you up and sits you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs. Finally you two pull apart and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. "That was..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. "-better than anything I ever dreamed of," Eric finishes, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your top. A smile creeps onto your face, and you decide to tease him. "Yeah? What else did you dream about me, baby?" Eric's breath stutters at the pet name, and he sinks down so your pussy was at his eye level, his warm hands rubbing your thighs.

You look down at him, panties getting wet with excitement. "Shall I show you noona?" He exhales, his index finger barely grazing the wet patch on your panties. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour, blood pounding in his ears. Was he about to ruin this friendship? He was about to back out and apologise but when you nodded yes, he dived right in. He kissed your folds through your panties and nudged your throbbing clit with his nose, causing you to moan. Your thighs start shaking from the anticipation and he pulls your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He leans back down and starts licking up your folds, sucking harshly on your clit. He laps hungrily at your pussy, sticking his tongue into your hole every now and then. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing his pink locks and he moans at the sweet taste of your juices and the way you pull his hair. His hot breath on your most sensitive parts sends shivers down your spine and you yelp when he reaches up to grab at your breasts as he continued to make out with your cunt. He thumbs your hard nipples as he fucks his tongue into you, spit and pussy juices running down his chin.

You push his face deeper into you and your other hand is clamped over your mouth, barely concealing your delightful whimpers and moans. Eric revels in your sounds, chest swelling with pride at how good he's making you feel. "I'm so close, baby," you mumble, and he shoves two fingers into you as he sucks and laps at your clit. He pumps his fingers into you as his other hand massages your tit, and you're going crazy with all the stimulation. A few more thrusts of his fingers is all it takes before you're clenching on his digits, thighs shaking as you ride your orgasm out, as Eric rubs and kisses your thighs.

You lean back onto the counter, panting harshly, as Eric slowly pulls his fingers out, staring at the glistening digits before putting them in his mouth. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of your cum, and leans over you to capture your lips, making you taste yourself. He nuzzles your neck and grinds his hard cock on your thigh through his sweats. You want to return the favor, but you don't have any condoms. "Can I... can I fuck your thighs please noona?" Eric bashfully asks, and you want to kiss him breathless again at how innocent he looks, asking permission for such a filthy thing.

You pull him close and he takes that as a yes, pulling down his sweats that had a wet patch on the front from all his leaking precum. You eye his impressive length, teasing him for not wearing any underwear. "It's as if you were planning this the whole time, huh, cutie?" He smiles at the new petname, but shakes his head no. He definitely hadn't planned on fucking you on the kitchen counter tonight, but the universe has its ways of making his wettest dreams come true, apparently. He gathers a mix of the slick from your throbbing pussy and the precum off his aching cock and slathers your inner thighs with it, before pressing them together.

He slots his cock between your smooth thighs and he groans at the feeling. He immediately starts thrusting his hips, his balls slamming into the back of your thighs. You know your legs are going to be bruised the next morning with how hard he's gripping your flesh, but you were starting to enjoy being manhandled and used by someone younger than you, who you never really considered more than a kid. Here he was, proving you wrong, and you loved every single moment of it. He watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips and he's starting to go cross-eyed with pleasure. You reach up to pull his hair again, knowing how much he likes it. Soon enough, he cums all over your torso, milky white fluid splattering across your heaving chest and tummy.

He rocks slowly to a stop and pulls out his softening dick from your thighs. You pull him in for another kiss, a gentle one this time, as you quietly thank him for showing you a good time. He helps clean you up in silence and you both head back upstairs, sharing one last kiss before going into seperate bedrooms before your friend wakes up and suspects anything. Eric falls asleep with his heart full and he can't wait to share more moments like that with you. Morning comes quickly and Eric joins you both for breakfast, and then spends most of the day with you again. He basks in the extra attention you shower him with, happy to make you laugh and sharing food and cuddles on the couch.

All too soon it's time for you to go home and Eric pulls you aside to speak privately. He plays with your fingers nervously as he stammers out an invitation to a picnic date the next weekend. You chuckle, pulling your hands out of his grasp and ruffle his hair the way he likes it. "I don't think so, baby. You're cute and all, and I had a lot of fun last night, but this-" you gesture between the two of you, "-can't be a thing. You're my best friend's little brother. I'm sorry cutie. But I'll see you next week, alright?" You kiss him on the cheek and pat it apologetically, before grabbing your things and heading off to your car.

Eric balls his hands into fists tightly, eyes shimmering with tears, a bitter taste left in his mouth as he watches you drive off. He can't breathe and it feels like he just got stabbed in the chest. He should have known it was too good to be true. And the worst part is: if you ever decide to ask him for another night like that, he wouldn't dare say no. He'd please you forever if you asked him to; never mind the bleeding hole in his heart. He'd do anything to bring you happiness, even if it meant sacrificing his own.

A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head and it's unedited, so please forgive me for any errors, I'll come back to edit soon or even change the title. Also please forgive me for hurting our sweet baby Youngjae 🙏🏽😭

#achlys: tbz imagines #eric smut #eric sohn smut #the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz eric smut

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iwaisuke · 3 years

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confessions; but not remembering it

ft. kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi x sick fem!reader

genre: fluff

masterlist

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and then i rushed bc i was getting tired 🙃 also. sakusa's is a little ooc. sorry ab that

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» the clean yet musty smell of rain filled the gym as the boys practiced. it was a surprisingly humid and rainy spring day today here in the country side of hyogo

» "achoo" you had been sneezing and coughing all day. you also had a terrible headache but took some medicine to see if it would help. the spring allergies really getting to you

» you didnt reay have the time to be worrying about yourself. As a 2nd year manager of the inarizaki team, (recommend by suna) and the boys working so hard practicing for nationals there was no way you'd let this little cold get in the way. you had to work just as hard as everyone else!

» "hold on, im about to hang up your jerseys to dry"

» "i got you guys some fresh towels!"

» "i can run and grab that coach. im headed that way anyways"

» the coach called for a short break to rest up for a bit. everyone was sore and exhausted from practicing every day. "here. i filled your water bottles up!" handing them to all the boys. "y/n you're all wet" akagi sounded concerned.

» "hm? oh its alright. I'll dry off in a minute. i took the shortcut to the drinking fountain to refill your waterbottles instead of taking the long way" you nonchalantly said. "so you ran through the rain like an idiot?" suna threw a clean towel over your damp hair and ruffled it. "suna!! stop!! you're gonna ruin my hair"

» "like i said. its alright" you reassured the boys.

» kita, on the other hand had noticed your fatigue. although he wasnt as perceptive on peoples feeling and thoughts as well as others, he could easily pick up signs like yours. he admired you dearly for how hard you always work for the team. how you willingly did anything to make them smile. how you always put others first before yours. needless to say, he had a bit of a crush on you.

» "l/n san. i think you should take a break too. there's no need for you to be running around for us while we're resting" kita assured you. "i still have a few things left on my list to do.. but afterwards I'll take a break!" kita let out a sigh. you were stubborn sometimes and kita knew you were the kind of person to not stop until you're finished.

» "I'll be right back. i gotta grab the laundry"

» making an excuse to leave, your heart was beating fast. you knew kita's words were the kind he'd say to anyone, but it made your heart feel fuzzy when he'd look out for you.

» the stone cold captain who you thought he was, actually was so kind. he was just a little awkward like you, and a little blunt with what he said sometimes. but you learned the great qualities he carries and how much he actually cares about others well being. he was a hard worker and you couldnt help but absentmindedly fall for the captain.

» running up the stairs to the second floor of the gym, you felt a shift in your step. head becoming dizzier than it was just 5 minutes ago. legs trembling, you started falling before feeling a presence behind.

» kita's arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you in efforts to not letting you fall over. "i told you to rest l/n san" kita said sternly. "you wont benefit anyone if you keep overworking like this."

» you knew kita was right, but you really didnt want to rest knowing you'll be letting the team down by not working hard.

» "i promise I'll rest as soon as im done with this one thing" pleading with kita. he let out a sigh, knowing you really wouldnt until you did finish so he allowed you to do so.

» finishing grabbing all of the dry jerseys and bringing them downstairs to pass out to everyone, you didnt really notice atsumu and osamu spiking volleyballs at each other until aran yelled

» "y/n! watch out!" honestly, you were too tired to move out of the way so you figured, it do be like that sometimes, and allowed the ball to hit you.

» or... so you had planned the ball to hit you.

» kita stood in front, blocking the impact of the spike that you had prepared yourself for. there was agitation in kita's eyes. more than you usually noticed when then twins were miss behaving. concern washing over, he looked you straight in the eyes

» "... is there something wrong kita san?" lifting up his hand to your forehead, he let out a sigh. "why didnt you tell me earlier you had a fever", then walking over to the coach meanwhile atsumu and osamu come over to apologise for being reckless.

» "get your stuff. we're going home" kita said bluntly.

» "huh? but practice is-"

» "please l/n san. for me"

» kita would only take yes for an answer this time. no if's ands or buts. so here you were, walking home with kita. only the sound of raindrops hitting your shared umbrella being heard.

» muscles starting to ache a little more and your legs becoming more tired than they were when you left the gym, you began to walk a little slower every step

» "get on my back l/n" "its ok kita san, i can walk. its already enough that you're walking me home" "i didnt ask if you wanted to. im telling you to"

» you couldnt tell if it was the fever that made your face warmer or if it was kita's words. nonetheless, you got on kita's back. he was a lot stronger than he looked and you couldnt help but stifen at being so close to your own crush like this.

» "relax. I'll make sure you get home." he reassured. you leaned into his back, warmth seeping in, your eyes began to feel heavy.

» "kita san" "yes?" "thank you for always watching out for me"

» a comfortable silence was met as the sound of rain filled your ears.

» "kita san" "hm?" "did you know..." your voice softened "i like you a lot kita san"

» did he hear you correctly? if he wasnt paying attention he wouldve missed what you had said, being drowed out through the pitter patter of water. now his heart thumping louder than ever before.

» "l/n san-" he was about to go on but was met with the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the soft snores of you on his back, knocked out from exertion. kita let out a light chuckle, finally relieved you were resting.

» you had missed the next day of school, but when you came back the whole volleyball team bombarded you with love.

» "WE'RE A FAILURE TO NOT NOTICE YOU FEELING SICK" atsumu cried. "how could we let our one and only precious manager get ill for taking care of us" akagi, clearly dissapointed in himself. "please let us know when we can take care of you too y/n" aran said.

» "its no big deal. really!" waving your hands in defense. "it was just a small cold. but i do have a question though"

» all the boys gathered around to hear what you had to say

» "how did i get home?? i really dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu"

» it shocked the guys honestly. you genuinely didnt remember a single thing due to your fever. "wait? you don't remember kita taking you home?" suna replied, your face becoming red. "k-kita san took me home-?" "yah. he left in the middle of practice to do so" osamu added.

» immediately, you got up to find the captain that apparently took you home the other day. he was in the storage closet cleaning and grabbing the equipment for todays practice.

» "kita san" "oh. l/n. glad you're feeling better" his smile brightened the musty closet. "about that, im sorry for troubling you and having you take me home the other day. i honestly dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu. my mind was really fuzzy that day, but im truly thankful for you going out of your way for me. it really means a lot"

» kita was dumbfounded. you really dont remember? "no need to apologize l/n. it was my responsibility as a captain. and afterall, what good would i be if i couldnt even take care of the person who means the most to me"

» your heart raced. 'person who means the most to me' ? cheeks blushing a rosy pink, you were internally thanking the musty store room from being dim.

» with arms full of equipment, kita walked by you and stopped.

» "by the way l/n san. did you know?"

» ears perking up at the vague yet familiar line

» "i like you a lot too l/n san"

» now we all know sakusa HATES germs and for the past week and a half, he's been telling you to keep up with washing your hands, wearing a mask at all times even when you eat omi it doesnt work like that. pls especially since you are prone to getting sick easily no matter how hygenic you are. your immune system just hated you. PERIODT

» you remembered sakusa scolding you for running out of hand sanitizer and then the next day you were out of commission. bed ridden with laryngitis, cough, slight fever, the whole works. it was like your body was making fun of you or something

» you texted komori, asking him to take notes in class for you and relay homework information while you were at home resting up. but there was one request you had and made komori PROMISE.

» DO NOT TELL SAKUSA YOU GOT SICK

» "he's probably gonna notice your absence y/n. he'll find out about it either way"

» "well if you dont tell him then he wont know. its not like he even cares about where i am like that"

» "thats what you might think. but i know he's gonna say something i can garuntee it"

» the next day at school, sakusa did notice your presence missing. it was quieter not having a 3rd person in the group of friends. not having you around to talk to him when komori was gone.

» pulling out his phone to text you, he asked where you were that day.

» "on a family trip :D !!! forgot to tell you, but I'll tell you all about it when i come back!" you wrote, attaching an old selfie of a different trip you went on to make it more believable.

» you had hoped this silly cold would get better in a day, but soon that day turned into 2 and then 3 and then 4... you pretty much missed the whole week of school at that point

» Friday rolled around and komori was on his phone all day. sakusa noticed his cousin fidget in his chair more than usual and it irked him to see him like that

» "what's with you today?" one eye raised, sakusa finally asked. "uhhh nothing really" komori wasnt very good at keeping secrets lets just start off with that, but he was trying his best.

» "well clearly somethings wrong. you're fidgeting." "well haven't you noticed somethings been different all week?" komori hinted

» sakusa sat there in thought. nothing's been different? he ate the same breakfast he usually does every morning. all his studies have been well. there were no tests this week so there was no reason to be anxious like komori was and even if there was, he would've done well anyways.

» "just tell me what it is." sakusa was starting to get annoyed. "y/n..." komori started. "y/n?" "do you know where she's been this week?"

» did you not tell komori about your family trip? you usually told komori everything, but then again you didn't tell him either until he asked you about it.

» "she said shes on a trip?" he nonchalantly said. komori's eyes started watering. "A TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL THATS WHAT IT IS" he blurted out. komori didnt mean to let it slip , he was just so worried about your well being.

» "hospital?? what are you talking about. did she get injured on her trip?" "no omi. shes been sick all week and her mom just texted me saying she went to the hospital today because shes had a fever for 3 days straight. there is no family trip"

» sakusa's heart shattered. you were sick and didnt even tell him?

» before both he and komori knew it, his legs were running faster to get to the hospital than he had ever imagined he could ever run.

» and there you were. fast asleep in a bed with an IV drip. your face flushed, forehead sweaty and shallow breaths escaping your chapped lips. you were a hot mess but sakusa didnt care. stepping to your bedside to greet your mother she explained to him that she had to go to work and asked if he could watch over you until she gets back.

» sakusa said yes without even hearing the whole thing. his heart and mind saying yes to whatever it took to get you to feel better.

» gosh how he hated hospitals, but what he hated even more was the fact that you were in the hospital and he didnt even know.

» the doctor came in for their evening round and ensured sakusa that you were indeed getting better! your fever had broken not too long ago and your body was working extra hard to heal itself up!

» "is there anything i can do to help?" sakusa asked. he felt helpless in this situation just watching your face distort in uncomfort every now and then, and coughing your lungs out.

» patting sakusa's shoulder, the doctor told him that just being here for you is enough. "you gotta be a strong boyfriend for her alright son? she'll be able to go home tomorrow first thing in the morning if her fever doesnt come back"

» sakusa slumped in his chair at your bedside, the doctors words ringing through his head. 'boyfriend huh?' he thought to himself. "if i was her boyfriend..." he whispered to himself, "i would be a failure for not even knowing my girl was sick..."

» to kiyoomi, you were beautiful. even now in this sad state you were in. deep down he locked these growing feelings he had for you inside of him because he always felt like you were a better match with someone else and after this stunt you pulled of lying to him about going on a family trip, it only made him feel worse.

» it was now night time and you finally began to stir in your sleep, the fever finally gone. sakusa reached out to move some hair that was stuck to your face, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. your eyes slowly opened and met with his dark orbs.

» "y/n?" "saku- wait this is just a dream. omi wouldn't be here. he hates hospitals" you let out a forced laugh and then a sigh through your sore throat.

» you reached out to sakusa's hands that were resting on the side of your bed. "omi would never let me hold his hand because he'd say im passing germs to him so hopefully dream omi wont be the same" you were aimlessly talking to yourself, not even realizing that this really wasnt a dream.

» he squeezed your hand in return. hoping that you wouldnt let go any time soon. a funny smile appeared on your face just at the thought of him. "even if you're stupid for not realizing how much i like you... i cant wait to see you again omi" you whispered before falling asleep again.

» sakusa didnt know what to do. he sat there frozen in his chair. it was his first time hearing you call him omi. heck. you literally just confessed to the boy. his brain was running wild. groaning in distress he let go of your hand to step out for a breath of fresh air now that you were back asleep.

» it was 5am and your mother came back to the hospital and thanked sakusa for staying by your side. He left in a hurry to make sure you didnt see him there.

» Monday rolled around and sakusa was waiting outside of the school gates for you. he had planned on asking you about your "trip"

» "good morning sakusa!!" your bright and cheery voice rang through his ears. honestly he was trembling inside. the memory of you confessing to him still fresh in his mind.

» "how was your trip?" you stopped dead in your tracks. "haha... it was good !! sorry i forgot to get you a souvenir" you were trying to play it cool but sakusa could tell you were forcing yourself. "i wouldnt want a souvenir from where you came from so its fine" sakusa's words threw you off. "i - im not sure im understanding what you're saying sakusa?"

» you felt a tug on your hand. "dont you mean omi?" his voice husky as he whispered into your ear. cheeks flushed, your brain felt like it short circuted. you've always tried your hardest to not let it slip that you want to call him omi since he hated when people called him that.

» sakusa smirked at your cute reaction he got out of you. letting go of your hand he began to walk into the school leaving you at the gate dumbfounded. "and by the way. you're just as stupid for not realizing how long ive liked you too"

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thank you for your order! enjoy~!

#haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #yinny!drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita fluff

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craziestfangirl98 · 3 years

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My thoughts on Love, Victor season 2 cause I have too many feelings and I need to talk about it.

Disclaimer No. 1. This has massive Love, Victor season 2 spoilers so pleaseeeee leave if you have not watched it. Also if you do not want to engage with it.

Disclaimer No. 2: This is my opinion on the season so if you don't agree please leave. Don't come for me. I don't mind having proper discussions but I don't want unnecessary arguments so thanks.

There are a lot of unpopular opinions so as I said earlier if you don't want to be respectful, please leave.

I absolutely adoooooooored this season. I think it met its potential quite well and I liked how it panned out. I felt it was brilliantly done. I know a lot of people don't agree with me but I actually saw that it was gonna be an acquired liking but yeah.

THIS POST WILL BE GETTING TO THE MORE MAJOR PARTS OF THE SEASON. MEANING VICTOR, RAHIM, BENJI AND VENJI.

Let's start with individual breakdowns.

Right of the bat we see that this season is gonna deal with Victor with the rest of the world. The first season was very internal and dealt with his own stuff in his own head. We very minutely see his interaction with different people and how that internally affects him. This season was more of how the outward world dealt with him. His intersectionality of being a Queer POC that plays sport really adds to the discussions within the queer community and the sense of being outcasted within the community. I liked how he was able to talk to Andrew about the whole being 'the most non gay gay' and also not being 'gay enough'. It was really nice and I loved that interaction. I also liked the fact that they discussed the whole aspect of being stressed about the first time and such.

I liked the full cabin sequence in terms of his anxiety about having sex for the first time. That too with an experienced gay. It all just makes sense and makes me glad that it was addressed.

I loved him as the 'mentor' for Rahim and the fact that they could relate to each other about being POC with religious parents I think was the exact push needed for the discussions to move forward.

I think his conversation about his queer experience as a POC with Rahim was something I have been waiting for since the first season. He definitely should not have revealed Benji's secrets without talking to him and that was a mistake on his part and something that will affect Venji in a long while. But the fact that Rahim and Victor relied on each other was not surprising.

I am going to address the rest of the aspects of Victor with regards to his relationships with each of them after their individual breakdown.

Now moving forward to Benji.

I know its gonna be a hard truth but I think his character was the one that I liked the least. And this is specific to the fact that his motivations are hidden from us. He is not really open to talk to us (through victor). I had the same problem with him in the first season and was hoping he would be fleshed out more. We only see him as an extension to Victor and just his boyfriend. Even then, we barely see him communicating with Victor or anybody else all through the time. Also, that being said, I have seen a lot of people say he was OOC but I think he was actually not really OOC. The way he reacts to Victor's mom's reactions although they come from a place of wanting better for Victor, he doesn't really think twice about why Victor must not be reacting or doing so subtly. He feels very unsympathetic on many occasions and that is a pattern we see from season 1.

I'm not saying he didn't have any troubles of his. Cause he definitely did. We know that with the drunken driving episode and the AA meetings and the strip club story. They were all awful, but that doesn't excuse him from trying to understand where Victor is coming from. Maybe having a little more context and communication about him would make us understand him and his motivations better.

This season specifically, I actually found him to be very token-ish of a gay guy which is weird because it has two other gay characters (or 5 based on the multiple cameos).

Now getting to Rahim.

I LOVED HIM. He is, I think right behind Victor in my heart. I fell in love with him barely minutes into the episode. His coming out retelling was the most wholesome of all things. I loved the friendship Pilar and him shared. I'm surprised we didn't get a scene with Pilar teasing him about his crush on Victor but I think that was because the writers didn't want to make it obvious. I felt he had a character of his own that was explored more than just coming in between the main couple. The one episode where they skip school we found out more about him and it was intriguing to say the least.

He is a Muslim gay boy who likes to put nail polish and fashion and believes that his parents will not accept him. It is soo refreshing to see this theory get denied and the parents being completely okay with it. Next, Victor and him have an interesting relationship between the two. When victor needs his mind to be taken off of things or talk to, Rahim does just that and when Rahim needs some advice or just some support Victor does that.

NOW VENJI.....

I think this is again... a little unpopular right now, but... their relationship was not that great this season. And I.... kinda expected that to happen. That is for multiple reasons. They spent 50% of their time making out, 40% of it fighting and 10% communicating. Were they flawed? Absolutely and I get that. They had massive miscommunication problems. Trust issues and everything under the moon. It is to be expected especially cause they are teenagers and they are not mature enough. That being said, flaws are not when you are dismissive of your boyfriend's issues because he doesn't fit your ideal gay stereotype. Flaws are not when you say your boyfriend is too much for you to handle and say something like you are the only one taking care of them. That's manipulation. Flaws are not when you don't realise that the context your boyfriend comes from is very specific to himself and if you want to do better you need to be open to listen to where he is coming from instead of getting offended by him saying you are white when you don't get the specifics. You need to understand that by saying you are white, he is not dismissing your experience with alcohol addiction and with your father taking you to strip clubs and shit. He is just saying you don't get where I am coming from. The reason I say I saw it coming is because even in season 1 we see Benji go ahead with what he wants to do instead of thinking about the consequences. Case in point the kiss on Victor's birthday. Victor told Benji that his grandparents are homophobic and still he kisses Derek. Because it is fiction and a teen drama the consequences weren't dire and it came to be a growth point for Victor but just imagine if the consequences were different. If it ended up being something worse, what then. I feel this season we are especially able to see Benji out of the rose tinted glasses that Victor had last season.

That being said I admit that Victor was also not entirely good. He did breach Benji's trust. I don't see how they can go back from there. He didn't communicate from his side as well, but just think of it like this if someone says you are too much to handle would their partner actually be willing to communicate what's bothering them?

The things about Isabelle walking on sex. If it was my house anything remotely sexual, irrespective of the gender would have been met with shame and anger just as Isabelle did. They are 16. The little brother was right next door. In any way whether it is straight sex or gay sex it would still have been met this way I feel.

So yeah as much as they are supposed to be the main star couple of the show they lack in almost every aspect. So yeah...

Now coming to VICTOR X RAHIM

Straight off the bat, I don't know if I watched the same season that others did because I actually felt the chemistry between them was actually more than Venji had in scenes other than the make out ones.

Also, they come from similar backgrounds. They understand each other much better than any white dude could ever understand them. They actually talk and communicate.

Rahim and Victor on the other hand are both new to this whole being gay, out and proud thing and I feel they would understand each other better. I think a big problem people have with them is that the writers fall back on the love triangle trope and stuff but I like it in this instance. It made sense to me.

Why? Because they are teenagers. Also, the gay pool in schools are so small and people are bound to explore. Like Victor said, what are the odds that you end up with the first person you start dating?

Also, regarding the wedding. Benji said he would not come, so I don't think he has the right to question who he came with. It was completely innocent on Victor's part because he did invite Pilar first. I guess it is the whole first slow dance that was the betrayal and as much as their chemistry was palpable I feel Benji should have allowed to here him out. I don't know maybe you all feel different about it but I feel that is not a betrayal on Victor's part. What could have been a betrayal was the kiss. I know it is once again a repeat of the cheating stereotype and I had hoped that the showrunner's did it a bit differently but well it has happened. (But again the chemistry in that kiss!!!)

What do I want to happen next. I definitely ship Victor x Rahim more than Victor x Benji. I would love for it to be Rahim behind the door but it feels unlikely that the showrunners will actually do that so my hope is even if they get together, Benji and Victor realise just how much they don't fit with each other and break up amicably and then Victor x Rahim gets explored and slow burn happens.

I don't want Victor to be the only one apologising if Venji do get together again. For whatever small amount of time. I need them to communicate better.

So yeah..... this was long and what I thought of the main portions of Love, Victor. It's really ironic how people love everyone other than Victor in a story about him and care for all the stories other than him.

#love victor #love victor season 2 #rahim love victor #victor salazar #not gonna tag Benji cause I am not too forgiving on him #can you tell author loves rahim?#and victor #and especially loves them together?#Victor x Rahim #we need to come up with an appropriate ship name for them #Vichim? Rator? I don't know just something!#Anywho... Another one coming up sometime about the friends and family #kayblyeeee #first post in ages

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edwinas · 3 years

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7, 8 & 9 for the NHIE ask game!

Thanks for sending this!

7. What’s your most unpopular opinion?

Answered here! Basically that Paxton vitriol is rooted in racism. I’ll reiterate, Paxton is a mixed whitepassing Japanese boy which means he’s not white and can/is be subject to racism. He benefits from a certain degree of privilege because he’s whitepassing but that still does not make him white: “whitepassing” ≠ “white”. We saw him speak Japanese, his non whitepassing father and grampax, presentation on his family being held in internment camps for being Japanese-American and Paxton says he’s half Japanese. So he’s. not. white.

8. What’s your favorite thing about this show?

That if focuses on a Tamil Indian family and being Tamil is not an afterthought, like in The Mindy Project. It’s imbued in the show – from the iconic Nirmala Pati to Tamil being spoken (the pronunciation is often Americanised though like how Devi says “Pati”) to bringing food gifts to your Tamil relatives lol. Can’t stress enough that Tamil representation is woefully inadequate in Hollywood and other Indian actors, like Dev Patel, take roles Tamil actors’ roles. So it’s great that we get NHIE, a show that’s unapologetically Tamil. I love getting Indian rep but most of it is North Indian and I don’t relate to any of it.

I’ll never stop gushing about having a show with a family like mine on Netflix being popular and getting the attention it deserves.

9. What’s your least favorite thing about the show?

Characters being sacrificed to advance the plot:

a) Aneesa

I felt that she was there only to create friction. She didn’t seem to exist outside of Devi? Yeah, Devi’s the protagonist so most characters will interact with her and be seen through her eyes but they still exist independently. For example, we see El’s relationship with Devi and also her aspirations, mini-arcs etc that don’t hinge on Devi. Whereas with Aneesa, we see her in relation to Devi’s jealousy of being the new Indian kid & B*n’s crush (+ blocker to B*nvi) and rumour with Devi's redemption arc.

b) Paxton

I’ve talked about him being OOC here and here. Like him coming up with “crazy Devi” when he, of all people, knows how calling someone names about their sanity affects them. But I get it, he’s hurt and lashes out but my biggest gripe is that he never apologises. Yeah he didn’t foresee how it’d snowball and affect Devi but he he came up with the nickname. He did feel visibly guilty and took no pleasure in it. So I’m hoping he apologises in S3 - Paxton haters don’t interact.

c) Kamala and Prashant – see here.

ask me questions from “NHIE FANDOM ASK GAME”

#never have I ever #never have i ever netflix #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #devi x paxton #daxton #fandom racism #aneesa #kamala #prashant #my thoughts on nhie

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its-nyakemi-nya · 4 years

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Twisted Wonderland One Shot Raffle #6: Lilia Vanrouge x Artist! Gender Neutral! Reader

lynni-lumi: I didnt expect this, yay! how about a Lilia x Artist!Reader? 👀

Won and requested by @lynni-lumi nya!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland nya. I only own the plot of this one shot nya.

P.S: I would like to apologise if the canon characters are OOC nya. I would also like to apologise for my errors in my grammar nya. Enjoy nya!

You are sitting under a shade of a tree in the school’s courtyard, sketching Grim who’s sleeping by your side.

“A few more lines here and there and-”

“My, my. What are you up to young one?” Lilia suddenly appeared...on a tree branch...hanging upside down...

It took a moment for you to realised but when you came into your senses, you screamed whilst throwing your sketch pad square on his face.

“Oh my. Did I startle you?” Lilia asked, going down from the tree branch and landing gracefully in front of you.

“Obviously,” You answered.

Lilia bent down to pick up your sketch pad and flipped through the each pages, “You’re quite skilled.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled.

You’re not used to people seeing your drawings. It’s not that your works are ugly. It’s just you think that something is...lacking with it. However, an idea popped out of your mind.

“I apologise for disturbing you.”

Lilia was about to leave when suddenly...

“Wait!” You suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“What is it, little one?” Lilia asked. Yes, you’re shorter than him but only a few centimeters.

You twiddled your fingers and said, “If you don’t mind, may I draw you hanging upside down from the tree branch once more?”

Lilia smiled and said, “If that’s what you wish, I shall do what you requested.”

“That’s great! Thank you very much!” You said. At the same time, Lilia went to the same branch he was on earlier and hang upside down. You then started to draw.

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Actually, the portrait you were drawing was a fantasy you have in mind. It was a picture of you and Lilia, with him giving you a kiss upside down. You actually have imagined this scenario for quite some time now. Despite not having experienced it, at the very least, you can always draw it.

Yes, you made an excuse so you can just look at Lilia by saying you need him as a model. But hey! At least it worked right.

It took a long time to draw him since you’re quite distracted with his gorgeous face but you managed.

“I’m done,” You said while wiping of a sweat. You closed your sketch pad, “Thank you for complying to my request.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Lilia said, “Though, as the model for your work, it is my right to-”

“Oh will you look at the time! Time flies when you’re having fun. Hahaha!” You grabbed the sleeping Grim and quickly ran as far away as possible.

Lilia sighed. Then he suddenly smiled. He noticed at the corner of his eye your sketch pad.

“Looks like I can look at what the young one worked after all,” Lilia muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages to see what you’ve drawn. His smile widened when he saw that it was a drawing of him kissing you upside down, “My, my. Will you look at that? Shall I make the young one’s fantasy come true?”

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When you’ve returned to your dorm, you’ve realised that you forgot to take your precious sketch pad. You panic internally. It was already embarrassing that you’ve drawn your crush kissing you. If he saw this-

You snapped out of your thoughts when a knock was heard. You immediately calmed down and opened the door to see who it was. There was none.

You groaned, “Is this some kind of-”

You were cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes widened as it was the handiwork of none other than Lilia.

The kiss lasted a few second later and he pulled away. You’re still quite shocked that your fantasy became a reality.

“You should have asked me instead of drawing it,” Lilia said, smiling as he landed in front of you.

You were still quite out of your senses, unable to move. Lilia chuckled as he pulled out your hands and handed you your sketch pad, “Why draw when I can make it into a reality?”

BONUS SCENE:

You went to your usual spot where you draw. You skipped happily. Yes, a few days after the kiss, you and Lilia became a thing.

A few moments later you’ve arrived. Once you do, you were greeted by a kiss on the lips by Lilia who was hanging upside down.

“You sure love hanging upside down,” You smiled.

“But you still love it,” Lilia smiled.

“Yeah,” Then you pulled Lilia into a kiss.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland one shot #twst oneshot #diasomnia #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge

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galvanizedfriend · 4 years

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No offense to Borzoi, but Klaus in dungeons is very very ROMANTIC like mildly nauseatingly so, and we never see a single ‘dark’ aspect of him, I mean he’s the victim who heals in that book (rightfully so because the trauma he goes through in the writer’s created universe is unimaginable) but you’d never see him as a villain once through out the fic, I understand some ppl dig that and it’s an AMAZING book if you wanna read soft!klaus or lovey dovey klaus, but the way klaus is in your fics, temperamental egotistical “doing bad things for the bad causes doing bad things for the good causes” and more often than not an asshat, it’s nothing like that, but what you do see and just feel in that fic is his age, he’s very very very old and you can just understand his experience in life in that fic, ALSO THE AUTHOR HAS MADE THE BOOK SO CULTURALLY AND HISTORICALLY RICH it’s honestly romantic academia at its finest, but yeah Klaus is definitely a bit ooc in the fic, Caroline’s speech is, I am sorry to say, just always a note off, like it doesn’t flow and ebb in the way Caroline speaks, and there is like very little internal conflict between the main characters, I mean there is but it’s not too noteworthy, their conflict is always with outsiders so it’s kinda like hero painting, and a very unproblematic portrayal of the group, ALSO Damon is portrayed as a good guy, and actually develops a “friendship” of sorts with Caroline but doesn’t apologise until the second book, even then he doesn’t if I actually remember, I think he tries but ends up not doing it, SO YEAH. It’s kinda of a very long not-slowburn hurt and comfort extra sweet like sugary sweet book with all the problematic crap happens only against the mikaelsons, it’s a very clear cut black and white, them vs us book, so I guess if your looking for a read that doesn’t raise your blood pressure and only the sugar levels in your blood go for it.

(Ik you didn’t ask for this BUT if you’re gonna invest in a fic that is almost as long as your tW series, I just thought you should know what you’re getting into. )

I mean, I guess we each have our own tastes. I read just about anything if it’s well written. Even if it’s not how I personally view the characters or their relationships, I don’t really mind that. Each person is gonna have their own views of how it should go, especially in a canonical context, and what they can or cannot tolerate when it comes to that. It’s kind of not realistic to expect everyone to agree on those things. I’m sure many people don’t fancy my Klaus all that much precisely because he’s much closer to TO!Klaus than most people appreciate.

I loved The Parisian Deal and Paradise Lost, read both more than once, and you could argue that Klaus is not that wild or chaotic in those either. In fact, he’s quite romantic. But tbh, I do think Klaus has a very old school romantic vein to him. Just the way he courted Caroline all through TVD, the kind of stuff he said to her. Some writers are going to explore that, others will choose to dive into other aspects of his personality. I guess it really depends on what stands out to each of us individually.

I think Borzoi is a fantastic writer and her stories are just so well built and developed that it doesn’t bother me in the least that her views are not necessarily the same as mine. I would still recommend her writing to anyone interested in fantastic, poetic writing.

Thanks for your opinion, anon, but I really don’t mind deviating a bit and reading different versions of the characters. I’m sure it’s still a fantastic fic.

#yokan answers #anon

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hyperfixationspam · 3 years

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jonmartin voice requests transcript

i don’t think anybody’s made a transcript of the requests from the gaming & giving stream yet so here it is. i cut out the first few minutes where they’re just getting ready and a few minutes at the end, but otherwise it’s the full thing

ALEX (out of character): So, we are going to be going through a bunch of reads which are what people have been, basically providing us to say. I’ve not seen these beyond checking that I can open the document, so this is sort of, a bit of a blind read on my end.

JONNY: I’ve read through some of them and they are awful.

ALEX: (laughing) Fabulous. Great. So with that in mind, I’m now opening it up. Um... okay, cool, so for the first one, you- I need to interrupt you. (frustrated) Oh, fine.

JONNY: Okay, so this is from donut_bridgetrose. (spooky voice) The Magnus Archives is a podcast-

ALEX (ooc, very loud and overenthusiastic): FUCK, DUDE! YEAH IT SURE IS!

(Jonny starts laughing out of shock)

ALEX: I thought that was an appropriate level of enthusiasm.

JONNY: (laughing) Sorry, I didn’t expect you to put quite so much pepper on that one!

ALEX: I mean, I don’t know what to say like-

JONNY: No, fair enough, fair enough.

ALEX: I’m just reading with (???) intent. I’m up next, who’s this one from?

JONNY: Uh, reatx.

ALEX: Okay, given the writing of this one, I’m going to assume this is actually intended as a Martin one, not an Alex one, so I’ll do it as such. (clears throat to do Martin voice, disappointed tone) Jon, please j-just stop reheating tea in the microwave!

JONNY: The next one is from sofairycakes. Again, I’m gonna assume it’s a- like, I think these are all pretty much JonMartin ones, to be honest. I don’t think anyone’s actually said- the thing is, Alex, I don’t think anyone actually cares what *we* say.

ALEX: (laughs) That’s true. So I think we need to do this one like-

JONNY: No one’s paying to have, like, Alexander J. Newall say something, you know?

ALEX: It’s fine, I’ll pay me. Okay, I think we have to do this simultaneously.

JONNY: Yeah, because it says “both.” Or... let’s- do you want to go first?

ALEX: I don’t know if it is- no, let’s say it together, let’s say it together. Let’s try and sync up.

JONNY: I don’t- I don’t think they want it simultaneously. I think what this means is they don’t mind which one’s which.

ALEX: Very well, in which case then, I’ll go first.

JONNY: Okay.

ALEX: And I’ll do it as a Martin one, then. (clears throat, Martin voice, soft) I-I’ll take care of you.

JONNY (Archivist): (hoarse, upset voice) It’s rotten work.

ALEX (Martin): Not to me. Not if it’s you. (ooc) There you go.

JONNY: Okay. Ac3yspac3y-

(Alex laughs)

JONNY: Or, ace 3 space 3.

ALEX: Okay, great.

JONNY: (clears throat)

ALEX: Yeah, really get the-

JONNY (ooc, looking straight at the camera): Four rats in a trench coat is the best Peter Lukas, and we love him.

ALEX: (laughs) Direct to camera address, very nice, okay. (as Martin) Jon, why isn’t Lonely Eyes *our* ship name? (ooc) Who was that from, by the way?

JONNY: That was from compostwitch. Next one is from theoceaninmotion, there’s a whole bunch for you.

ALEX: Ooh, yeah. Oh, my formatting’s terrible, I’m gonna do the unspeakable, I’m now just gonna start looking at the text instead of your face. (computer screen shines in his eyes) Ooh, that’s bright, maybe not, maybe not. Okay, gimme a second to just mess with my formatting because I can’t see nothing.

JONNY: There’s very little like streaming to make you realize quite how absurdly pale you are after a year of just being inside.

ALEX: Outside is bad time. Right, okay, I’m gonna give this a go, then. Forgive me if I hesitate here, I’ll do my best. (clears throat) No, don’t-

JONNY: This is from- sorry. This is from theoceaninmotion.

ALEX (Martin): No, don’t click- Peter, just-just give me your phone, I’ll get the emojis set up, but I-I *refuse* to help you understand Elias’s texts any further from here. There are just some things I don’t need to know! (grossed out noise)

JONNY: This is from joeytwoeyes.

ALEX: I’m gonna assume Martin as well. (as Martin) Mm, assassins killing Elias? My favorite!

JONNY: This one is from nagev.

ALEX: Uhh. Alright, I think this one might be for me, like not a Martin one. (deep sigh) Harrison Campbell is my favorite author.

JONNY: This is one for me from riotcontrolcamp. (as the Archivist) Sometimes people will ask me about my life aspirations and I’m like, I don’t know, I thought I’d be in a car with my hand out of the tail light by now.

ALEX: (laughs) I like that one.

JONNY: This one’s from Cassidy.

ALEX (Martin): Forgive and forget? (very quickly shifts into a hysterical voice that’s very much not Martin’s) No! Resent and remember! (cackles evilly)

JONNY: From cucumberkale, this is a two hander.

ALEX: Oh, yeah, I’m first. (as Martin) I have done nothing wrong ever, on my life.

JONNY (Archivist): I know this and I love you. (ooc) Good little Parks and Rec reference there.

ALEX: Oh, yeah!

JONNY: From the bluescapegoat.

ALEX (Martin, mischievous): Jon, uh, did you hear about the explosion at the cheese shop?

JONNY (Archivist): What? What cheese shop?

ALEX: (wiggling eyebrows) Yeah, da brie [debris] was everywhere.

JONNY: (deep sigh) This apocalypse has officially gone on for too long. (ooc) This is from alfcommittingcrimes.

ALEX: (laughs) (as Martin) Hello, Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I would like to remind you I love you. (laughs)

JONNY: Aww.

ALEX: Cute reference.

JONNY: Um, this one’s from Monty. This isn’t actually-

ALEX: This is more of an instruction.

JONNY: They haven’t scripted anything, yeah. Um, okay. (as the Archivist) Martin, I’m very sorry for ever saying that I hated your tea.

ALEX (Martin): It’s okay. Some things are more important than tea. (ooc) There you go. I thought I’d go sincere-

JONNY (ooc): Oh no! Martin’s been replaced! (Alex laughs) Anyways, this one is from tomakeitworse and it’s for you, Alex. Well, as Martin, not as you.

ALEX (ooc): I mean it’s wrong, but okay. (as Martin) Oolong is the best tea.

JONNY: From shikashaman. (statement voice) Statement of Benedict Avalanche regarding clown milk. Statement begins. Honk.

ALEX: (laughing) I think that’s a call back to earlier this stream, so. (makes ok symbol) Very class act.

JONNY (ooc): One from ladymystree for me. (Sasha giggling in the background)

ALEX: I’m hearing giggling on your end, I think someone’s enjoying themself.

JONNY: No, it’s fine. They’re doing a cryptic crossword and I’m sure they’ve just stumbled across a-

ALEX: It’s really cryptic. Really cryptic. Yeah, it’s a cryptic giggle, alright. Carry on, then.

JONNY (Archivist): Ceaseless Watcher, evict this feline, Her Serene Highness The Empress Nyx from out of the *goddamn* Christmas tree.

ALEX: (laughing) I like that one.

JONNY (ooc): This is from myth_ac. (as the Archivist) Martin and I have this connection where we finish each other’s-

ALEX (Martin): Sentences!

JONNY (Archivist): Don’t interrupt me.

ALEX (ooc): (laughs) I quite like that one as well.

JONNY (ooc): Yeah, I don’t know what that one’s from, I recognise it. But it’s, uh, redderie. (as the Archivist) I’ve been asked why I changed my opinion on poetry. I do not know this. This information is unattainable such as it is. Not even my endless resources could solve such a mystery. No, I did not fall in love with a poet on purpose, next question. (Alex laughs) (ooc) This one’s from coinmaster. Uh, and it’s for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): Thank you so much for asking, Jon. My ideal date, uh, would be getting home after a long day, curling up next to a roaring fire and listening to Rusty Quill Gaming. It’s-it’s a podcast, it’s distributed by Rusty Quill.

JONNY (Archivist): Oh, yes, I’ve heard of it. It’s not very good. (roasting) Ohhhh!

ALEX: But it does have a Creative Commons attribution non-commercial sharealike 4.0 international license, so that’s quite cool, too. (ooc) (laughs) I may have riffed there, I apologise.

JONNY (ooc): It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ve said what they’ve asked us to say, anything additional is- that’s bonus. (Alex laughs) This one is from mstars, for me to read in statement voice.

ALEX: Oh! (laughs hysterically, tries to compose himself)

JONNY (statement voice): Why are you so far away in Galactonium? Hey, won’t you save me? Hold me, maybe? I just want to be your little clone baby.

ALEX: (laughs) And that’s in my head for the rest of the day.

JONNY (ooc): This is for you. I refuse to listen to it. I’ve- too many people have told me it’s good. Which means that-

ALEX: Automatically, yeah. Understood.

JONNY: Well, no, it’s just, like- I don’t want it stuck in my head. I’m aware, if I listen to it, it’s in my head forever, and I can’t risk that.

ALEX: You don’t want him- you don’t want Tim getting- well, Tim and Ben, you don’t want them living rent free there.

JONNY: They can’t win!

ALEX: Understood. Okay, in that case, then. (as Martin) Sorry, Elias, I can’t hear you, there’s a panopticon in the way! (ooc) Fair.

JONNY: One from b_ees. Another for you.

(TheBrothersMeredith in the chat: Coward)

ALEX: Oh no.

JONNY: Mm-hm.

ALEX (Martin): (grunt) I’m trying to sneak around in the Lonely, but I’m-I’m dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks just- it keeps alerting the Eye!

JONNY: One from thequack04. (as the Archivist) I have had a very long day, I am very small, and I have no money, so you can imagine the stress I’m under. Square brackets this is a John Mulaney quote close square brackets. (Alex laughs) (ooc) One for you. Uh, from misssunflower94.

ALEX (ooc): I’m gonna assume this is for actually me.

JONNY: No, I think it is for Martin, because remember, Martin’s opinions on poetry.

ALEX: Uh, no, fair, actually, no, I take that back. You are correct, you are correct. (as Martin) I don’t know, I just- I’ve always found Oscar Wilde to just be a bit... overrated?

JONNY: One for me, from awildmeerie. (as the Archivist) Hello demons, it’s me, ya boy. (Alex laughs) (ooc) Um, (stumbles over the name) emperiocism. Sorry for that, emperiocism. Can Jonny sing/speak in his most serious Archivist voice? (serious Archivist voice, speaking) Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

ALEX: Oh, don’t- (incomprehensible frustrated noises) god.

JONNY (ooc): From marsmagnusandkbouchard, this is for you.

ALEX (Martin): (very angry) Fuck being the bigger person, I’m just- (feral) I’m just gonna start biting people!

JONNY: Excellent. One for both of us from zestymayos92.

ALEX (ooc): (laughing, tries to compose himself) (as Martin) The world ended, and that is super not poggers.

JONNY (Archivist): You’re right, Martin, very not poggers indeed. (ooc) One from catskeleton for you.

ALEX (ooc): That’s just- oh. (as Martin) Roses are red, violets are blue. I’m definitely not a ghost, and Jon, I love you.

JONNY: I have a really difficult one- this anonymous one is difficult because it says “in the style of Sailor Moon” and I’ve not seen many anime, um, animi, sorry, in my life.

ALEX (ooc): The plural is anipodes.

JONNY: And Sailor Moon is not one, so I have no idea what-

ALEX: As far as I am aware, if you want to do it representatively, your clothes need to fly off in a large elaborate explosion and be replaced with some kind of dress-based armor. But that may not be feasible.

JONNY (Archivist): (very awkward) I am the pretty Avatar who fights for the Eye and for knowledge! I am the Archivist, and now, in the name of the Ceaseless Watcher, I’ll punish you! (ooc) I... I don’t know.

ALEX: I think that might have been actually pretty decently close. It’s been a few years since I watched a Sailor Moon, so don’t hold me to that though.

JONNY: I’ve only ever seen silent gifs on... your Tumblrs or your Twitters. Anyways, this is from theraccoonfriend. (as the Archivist) Get out of my swamp. (ooc) Uh, from Kath, for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): I’m fine! Stop asking!

JONNY: From sunnyjordie, for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): Hey, would you help me out? I’m very gay and a few- and I’d like a few dollars. (ooc) I’m gonna do that again, I think I screwed it up. (as Martin) Hey, would you help me out? I’m very gay and I’d like a few dollars.

JONNY: Square brackets this is a John Mulaney-

ALEX (Martin): Square brackets this is a John Mulaney quote close square brackets.

JONNY: Um, from Linothy, for both.

ALEX (Martin): Please, pleeeease stop drinking tea by just putting the bag in your mouth and just chugging hot water.

JONNY (Archivist): I’m *cultured*, Martin. (ooc) And dang3rgrang3r, or dang 3er grang 3er. Uh, for both.

ALEX (Martin): God, Jon, why don’t you ever wear your own clothes?

JONNY (Archivist): I like your sweater! It makes me feel...

ALEX (Martin): It makes you feel like a thief!

JONNY (Archivist): No, it makes me feel *safe*.

ALEX (Martin): Aww, Jon...

JONNY (ooc): One from voidbean.

ALEX (Martin): I’m sorry, you were STABBED??

JONNY (Archivist): *Lightly* stabbed, I didn’t want to frighten you. (ooc) I think that’s a Brooklyn 99 one.

ALEX (ooc): Yeah, so do I, actually.

JONNY: Sarafifi24.

ALEX (Martin): Press X to pay respects.

JONNY: So from alfcommittingvoicecrimes, they’ve asked “sing chorus of Pump Shanty.” And the thing is, if you want to hear me singing the chorus of Pump Shanty, that is available on Bandcamp, Youtube, and Spotify. So, Alex, why don’t you do it?

ALEX (ooc): Okay, I have no idea so I’m gonna take a random stab in the dark.

JONNY: I’m very excited to hear it.

ALEX: With a tune that doesn’t even scan in terms of meter.

JONNY: No, like just- it’s a folk tune so just sing it like a folk. Sing it to an old folk tune.

ALEX: ...Yes.

JONNY: You know, an old folk tune.

ALEX: (to a tune that’s definitely not Pump Shanty) Pump me boys, let’s a-fly, down to hell and up to the sky. Bend your backs and break your bones, we’re just a million miles from home. (cringing) I have no idea what that should be-

JONNY: (trying not to laugh) Brilliant. No, that was it. You got it.

ALEX: Oh, wicked. I was worried for a moment.

JONNY: No, that was... uncanny, to be honest. We’ve got a few more that are from Nobles donations, so these don’t have specific donor names, so we can just go back and forth.

ALEX: The first one’s as Wilde. (as Wilde) I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying.

JONNY (Archivist?): Blartin, that is, Paul Blartin Martin Cop is on his segue and eye ass Jon is sitting on the handlebars. He is facing Blartin in a koala-esque embrace which is not quite an embrace but rather for structural support. His ass eyes are out and alert. He knows all. Petty theft perishes under their collaborative iron fist.

ALEX: (laughing incredulously) Okay!

JONNY (ooc): Do you want to do this one? I think- yeah.

ALEX: Okay, okay, sure. (deep breath, as Martin) Hey, you can do this. It’s been really, really rough, but you can do this.

JONNY (Archivist): Working at the Magnus Institute was like a four year game show called “Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?” but instead of winning money, you lose your bloody soul. (ooc) Okay. (as the Archivist) You’re a child, an infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He’s not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you could dream. He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold, and his kiss still thrills me after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He’s not my boyfriend, he is all and he is more.

ALEX (Martin): You’re an incurable romantic.

JONNY (Archivist): (next request) He thinks I don’t notice, but the bodies in the hallway speak a clear language. Death is all around us, no one is safe. The signs all point in one direction: Martin’s totally sus.

ALEX (Martin): (noises of disbelief) O-okay, come on, I am innocent! How could you even think that??

JONNY: Martin was ejected.

ALEX (ooc): (laughs) I think that’s it.

JONNY: Yeah, I think that’s the list.

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