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hearted-anon · 3 months

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your reminder in your inbox to write a fic with hyunjin and hannie 😏 ykkk

keep this in your inbox cause i find that if it’s in my inbox i do not forget ab it 🫡

Painter’s opinion

Words: 1115

Note: someone won the poll

T/w: tools, mostly soft tickling

Lee: Jisung

Ler: Hyunjin

Hyunjin hummed calmly in the tranquillity of his room, drumming his leg calmly onto the floor as his hand painted delicate strokes onto the canvas. Staring at the insipid room he had painted, he bit his lip in contemplation, darting his eyes around the room on just what could light up the pallid room he had drawn with no flavour to it. That’s when his eyes caught onto a sleeping Jisung, snuggled warmly on his bed with his head nuzzled into the pillow, having slept after a long night of producing.

“Ji! Could ya do a quick pose for me? Just a lil’ smile would do.” Hyunjin mumbled as he shook the hibernating quokka, readying his puppy eyes in case of an emergency; being turned down. A lump shuffled between the blankets, before half lidded round eyes blinked up at him, lips slightly parted as he took in deep breaths. The ferret squeaked at the sight, heart melting before Jisung sat up with a tiny yawn.

“...are you sure about the smile?” Jisung spoke up, voice raspy but still evident he was hesitant about something, something that Hyunjin couldn’t put his finger on and it frustrated him. Brushing stray hair strands away from his face, the ace was met with the softened and glistening eyes of the artist, making him flush at the wholesome sight.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Hyunjin replied curiously, pawing the younger’s thighs with a childlike innocence that made Jisung sigh in defeat, he really had thought the older too much of his ways; it had become a weapon against him. Recently, Jisung had doom scrolled too far along his tag on Tiktok to be considered healthy, dipping into the abyss of hate comments that were quick to consume him. His smile, his voice, nothing was spared from the flurry of disdain that people had for him, making his heart sink and crack quicker than anticipated.

“It’s just…people have been giving back feedback about how my smile isn’t that great..” Han frowned slightly at the recall of the amount of videos he had stared at in horror and became heartbroken as insecurities consumed him whole, wanting to wish he could delete every photo that had the ‘horrendous’ smile in them. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Hyunjin gave him a piercing glare, one that told him he definitely had stepped on the wrong pressure plate in that head of his.

“Who told you that? Your smile is absolutely adorable, don’t tell me you’ve been watching hater videos again…” The older nagged, squishing the younger’s chubby cheeks to prove his point, earning half-hearted whines and pushes as Jisung squirmed from the feeling. Hyunjin could practically scent the disbelief that Han was feeling towards his words, scoffing. How dare he not believe that he was cute?!

Bringing a small paint brush over, he tackled the quokka into the bed unexpectedly, yells and squeals ensuing before the artist finally managed to get his canvas into a warm and tight hug, legs wrapped around his to ensure that his victim wasn’t going anywhere. Swinging an arm around the smaller’s waist, the paint brush swirled around Jisung’s neck, earning sweet giggles from him.

“Ehehe! W-Whahat are yohohou doing?!” Han was immediately shushed of a word of denial by Hyunjin, who continued softly brushing the tool over his neck, the arm around his waist pinching his side rhythmically to earn squeaks in between those honey-like giggles that made the ferret melt; having to push down his cuteness aggression.

“Your laugh is so soothing, isn’t it? And that smile makes my day, so cute…” Hyunjin cooed, giggling along when Jisung’s cheeks began to heat up into a darker shade of red, shoulders scrunching up as well when the brush hit the nape of his neck, earning a sharp squeal.

“Nohoho! Not cuhuhute! Eek!” The younger squealed when the brush went under his thin shirt to his tummy, brushing delicately against the bare and taut skin. Tossing his head back against the teasing artist, high pitched giggles escaped Han’s mouth unannounced, hiccuping every few moments when a pinch was delivered to his side.

“Not cute? Very cute I know, just look at that smile, and those red cheeks…” The compliments made the ace’s heart pound out of his chest, his stomach fluttering with butterflies at the saccharine words that poured from Hyunjin’s mouth, cursing him for being an artist. The older snickered at the burning red ears that started to present itself in front of his very eyes, kissing the tips of them chastely to squeeze out another squeak.

“Nohoho! N-Not thehehre!” The quokka squeaked out meekly when the flushed tips of his ears were delicately thrown a soft kiss their way, breathlessly protesting as fingers scribbled over his stomach with another cute squeal. Hyunjin had just about the widest grin on his face, it wouldn’t even go down even when he tried to deliver more affectionate kisses to the shell of the shorter’s ear, easily accessible with his towering height.

“Ready to give in, Sungie?” Hyunjin asked the obvious, swirling the paint brush over to his belly button, pushing the soft tip and digging with the tool. Jisung screamed, anticipation having swallowed and engulfed him into a ball of the unexpected, cackling as he failed to remove the ticklish brush from his belly. The taller smirked against Han’s neck, the mischievous ferret satisfied with his almost finished canvas.

“NAHAHA! NOHOT CUTE! PLEA- EEHAHAHAHA!” The ace let out another shrill scream as lips attached to his neck and blew as hard as the dancer possibly could, internally dying from Hyunjin’s lung capacity as both a dancer and rapper. His thoughts of ever possibly denying his dear hyung faded out as fast as they came in, stamping his feet in ticklish agony as he writhed. The brush in his button wouldn’t move, the lips on his neck were still vibrating, successfully bringing him to tears as they rolled down his chubby cheeks.

“Who’s a cute quokka with a pretty smile?” Hyunjin taunted teasingly, taking in a deep inhale when Jisung frowned through his panicked cackles.

“MEHEHE! ME PLEHEHEHASE STAP!” Han begged as his voice cracked through his laughter, trembling as the brush and fingers left his stomach alone, rubbing his side soothingly. He flopped against the taller’s chest with deep breaths, chest rising and falling like bread dough left to proof in an oven. The older smiled, nuzzling his cheek into the mint scented hair as he took in the loving scent, his free hand wiping those happy little tears away before they had the chance to imprint on his cheeks.

“Let’s say we get that painting done, alright?”

#..?#skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle #lee jisung #ler Hyunjin #yay

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sharuruwrites · 4 months

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Cupid

I gave a second chance to Cupid

But now, I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel

That love is not real

Cupid is so dumb

- Cupid by Fifty Fifty

Tags: Fem!Reader, Fluff, Gojo Satoru playing Wingman for Reader, curses and techniques doesn't exist, slice of life, yearning?, Gojo is a brat and asshole, Reader is hopeless romantic, reader is named You, Unedited

N/a: Just thought of this one shot while I was listening to this song, and went "Hmmm...let me add the reason why the Cupid is a dumb b-tch with Gojo's yearning in this shit."

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PLAYER 1 WINS

The bright red text flashed brightly on the tv as the fighter posed victoriously.

Strange. The lack of competitive yet toxic spirit in You raised concerns from Gojo.

"Something the matter?" Gojo put down his controller beside him. "You're not normally this quiet."

"Satoru," You glanced at him. "Do you hate me?"

No, and if he did, he would rather be dead than live the rest of his life hating her.

"Perhaps, to tease you." Gojo smirked. "But, for your sanity sake, I will say no."

"Then why are you setting me up with shitty dates from the start?!"

You ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated.

"The latest is by far the worst I've gone through! How did you get the idea that I'll enjoy dating a man who's not only a pest, but also has views that are so outdated? He straight up told me that a woman should walk three steps behind him while we're just walking in the park!"

Honestly? It's a genuine mistake on Gojo's part. Desperation times called for desperate measures. However, the failure of You's past dates were part of his intricate plan. His best friends, Suguru and Shoko, called his plan dumb and manipulative, but haters gonna hate. Cringed as it sounded.

The plan that he was so proud of? That he had to play the inverse role of Cupid?

Simple. To make You fall for him.

At first, he mistaken those budding feelings of his similar to familial, given they were close since kindergarten. Yet, he knew it slowly bloomed when You's absence grew his heart fonder as they attended different universities, and found himself looking forward to her said visits. He missed everything about her down to the sound of his name from her voice.

Growing up robbed the only constant in his life – You.

Throughout the years, his friend became a thorough hopeless romantic thanks to the fairy tales she read. She wasn't particularly this aggressive to find love until now. If he were to warrant a guess, perhaps due to peer pressure. Despite the horrendous dates he sent her through, she still held onto the hope of finding her one true love. As the supportive friend and future husband to be, he volunteered to be her matchmaker.

Once she's somewhat defeated by the woes of finding love, he would swoop in and have her fall for him instantly. That's what happened to his parents. Both gave up on dating before they met each other. It worked since they still maintained the blissful matrimony.

"Sorry about that one," Gojo scratched his head. "I just overheard him saying that he needs to go out more."

"I kicked his shin before leaving. So, we're good." You said nonchalantly. "At this rate, I'm going to just ask Suguru. He's a gentleman, don't you think?"

"What makes you think he'll go out with you?" Alarmed, Gojo asked too quickly for his taste.

"Shoko told me once while I was drinking with her." She answered. "Apparently, Suguru is interested in dating me, but he doesn't want to risk his friendship with you or something like that."

That damn alcoholic. He thought Shoko's tolerance to alcohol was higher than Nanami's. How much did You drink to out drink Shoko to the point of loosening her lips?

"No" Gojo crossed his arms. "And, he's busy with his thesis right now."

"How quick of you to shot me down, unless..."

You snapped her fingers.

"Do you like him? I'm not surprised given the ongoing bromance since high school between-"

"I love you, not him." Gojo blurted, interrupting his friend.

You's grip on Gojo's spare controller loosened until it dropped on her lap. Her eyes widened in surprise and mouth gaped open. Confused, Gojo stared at the sudden reaction of his friend. Realization struck him hard like a bullet train upon hearing her next words.

"You love me?" She slowly repeated his words.

WHAT

THE

FUCK

There goes his plans. It went up to flames because of his dumb mistake. At this point, any fucks he had were thrown all out of the window. Gojo confessed everything about his plan to her while Guilt gnawing on his conscience. Because of the said emotion, Fear and Shame joined together and formed intrusive thoughts in his head.

What if she didn't want to be friends with him anymore? What if she started hating him?

"I...don't know what to make of this..." You released a deep breath. "I...don't even know where to start. What happens to us now then?"

He didn't know. Was that the answer he truly wanted to say to You? Doubt and distress didn’t suit a woman like her. So, he would dispel it with a question of his own, and it's up to her in the end. Whether they remained friends or not, he respected her decision.

Gojo took her hand with great care. It was a relief to him that she didn't pull away or flinch from his touch. Gently, his thumb caressed the back of her hand to soothe his nerves. A gesture she always did whenever he needed it.

"I know it's selfish of me to ask this, and I'll accept whatever your answer is but," Gojo frowned, his blue eyes full of sincerity and certainty. "Will you please give this stupid cupid of yours a chance? To give you the love you deserved?

#gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader

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ali-r3n · 2 years

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Y/N fulfills a promise she made before the final battle with Vecna

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

Part Two of Eddie and Y/N Henderson get caught in a compromising position

18+ Smut Minors DNI

Dustin, Eddie, and Y/N watched with eyes wide as the Demobats fell from the sky and landed on the rooted ground with a sickening splat. They had been posed to fight off the swarm, their shields and spears at the ready. Now, they were just…confused.

“What’s going on?” Dustin asked.

“Are they dead?” Eddie replied.

Dustin reached out with a spear to poke one of the horrendous creatures with the knifed tip. It didn’t move. “Yeah, I think so.”

Big brown eyes blinked over at his companions. “What does that mean?”

“I think it means that they got him.”

“So, it’s over?” Eddie inquired. “Vecna’s gone?”

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

They all shared a look before erupting into cheers. “We did it!” “We won!” “Screw you, Vecna!”

As they jumped around, Eddie wrapped his arms around Y/N. They stilled while he stared at her face. She smiled up at him before he leaned in to press his lips to hers. Her eyes widened before they closed and she fell into the kiss. She cupped the back of his head and tangled her fingers in the curly strands of his hair.

Visibly uncomfortable, Dustin shuffled towards the Upside Down version of the Munson trailer. “Yeah, I’ll just um…leave you to it.” Yes, he was happy his best friend and sister were happy. That doesn’t mean he wanted to watch them make out.

The kiss broke and they locked eyes. With flushed cheeks he gave her a small shy smile.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Hi.”

“So…this may be a bit backwards, but would you like to go out with me? Ya know, once we clear my name and all that.”

She gave his lips a small peck before she answered, “Yes.”

A lovestruck grin spread on his face. “Metal.”

To all of their surprise, Hopper had returned and taken up his place as Chief of Police. With the help of the US government, Eddie’s name was cleared and the ‘Satanic’ Murders were swept under the rug.

A month later, Steve held a small get together at his house to celebrate the end of the Upside Down for the last time.

While everyone mingled, Y/N and Eddie stood in the corner, their lips locked in a kiss. She pulled away and played with the collar of his battle vest.

“What’s on your mind, Sweetheart?”

“Do you remember what I said in the bathroom…after I patched up your thigh?”

“You know...when all of this is over, if you wanted to do that. I’d be down.”

He gawked at her and blinked. “F-for real?”

She shrugged and kissed the corner of his mouth before she left the bathroom.

“You are evil, Henderson. Very evil,” he said as he scrambled to pull his jeans up and follow her.

“Yeah. What about it?”

She batted her eyelashes up at him and bit her bottom lip. He stared at her as he tried to understand. His eyes widened and he blushed once it finally clicked. “Oh, oh. H-here?”

“I said once it was all over, right. Well, it's all over.”

He swallowed as his black jeans began to feel a little tighter. “Yeah, but…here?”

“There’s a bathroom.”

“Jesus H. Christ,” he muttered.

“Do you want to?”

“Why the Hell not? Fuck yes, I do.”

Y/N took his ringed hand and led him up the stairs. They entered the bathroom and she locked the door behind them. She turned around to face a fidgeting Eddie.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Eddie.”

“I want to do this.”

“Just tell me to stop and I will.”

She walked towards him and gave him a gentle kiss before she slid to her knees. Y/N tugged at his belt and undid it before she unzipped his pants. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers and pulled them down enough to release his hard cock.

“You okay up there?” she asked as she gripped the base.

He nodded with a soft groan. “Just trying not to blow my load too fast.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” She gave the tip a small kiss.

Eddie shuddered. “R-real - Oh!” he groaned as she took him into her mouth. He cupped the back of her head as she began to bob up and down him. His ringed fingers tangled in her hair.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His heavy lidded eyes slipped closed as his head fell back. “Shit, that’s good.”

Sweat beaded on his skin as she literally blew his mind.

“I’m gonna- Fuck, Sweetheart. I’m gonna cum.”

Her response was to hum around him, the vibrations caused his eyes to roll in the back of his head.

The band in his stomach snapped and he spilled down her throat with a loud groan. Eddie hissed as she slowly slipped off of his flaccid dick. He took a heavy seat on the toilet as he tried to catch his breath. His head fell back after he watched her swallow.

“Jesus H. Christ, I think I love you.”

She smiled and ducked her head to hide the smile on her face. “I think I love you too.”

He tilted his head to the side and stared at her with hooded eyes. He reached out for her. “Come here, Sweetheart.”

“Why?” she asked, quietly.

“So I can kiss you.”

“What about?” She motioned to her mouth.

He shook his head. “I don’t care. I wanna kiss the shit out of my girlfriend.”

She took his hand and let him pull her into his lap. He captured her lips into a kiss.

“I really do love you.”

“I know.”

He blinked up at her as she played with his long hair. "You love me too?"

She gave his lips a small peck. "You know I do."

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Eddie Munson Taglist:

@seros-bitch @eddiemunsons-girl @m-i-1-0 @lunar-flwr @winchester-angel @angelbbygrl @madnessismylover @cherrybean1116 @edwardjamesmunson @3ternalreal1ty

@meaganjm @sweetpeapod @eddiemunsonsfavbitch @fangirling-4-ever @zzokks @mattymurdocksbitch @fillechatoyante @luvbug4728 @doll-in-the-walls @ches-86 @shenevertricks1831 @urlocalhippie2029 @celestair @ruinedbythehobbit @purple-storm

@sarai-ibn-la-ahad @livslifeonline @strangerthingsstories5255 @becca-alexa @aactuaaltraash @wren-2-d

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Stranger Things Taglist:

@valeriiecameron @maruushkka @rainbows-dreams @april-foolish

Stranger Things (Billy excluded) Taglist;

@sleepyhead1456

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x henderson sister!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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emmelinehq · 2 years

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after receiving that text from the shadow and adriana not allowing anyone to see max, emmeline's nervous energy couldn't escape. the banging on her door made the woman jump out of her skin and drop the tea she'd just made herself on the floor. eyes flickered to see the mug shattered before she was brought back to the banging. "police! open the door." that could have been anyone saying that. was the shadow posing as an officer, were they the shadow? had charlie or dylan actually filed a harassment charge against her? she didn't know. tears falling with her hand over her mouth, the woman must have zoned out for a moment before her front door was bashed in and they entered.

a whimper gave he away. "emmeline astor-roberts, i am arresting you...' heartbeat already in her ears, the woman shook her head and backed away. "no, no, no. i didn't do it." standing up, she backed away from them. there was such a panic in her that her worst nightmare was coming true - she was going to go down for something she didn't do, to be named miyeon's killer. no. that couldn't happen. "i'd never hurt her, you have to believe me. someone's setting me up, they're all setting me up and you're believing them. how can i believe you're really police? what if you're the shadow?" the person kept on stating the legal standard stuff that she needed to know but she wasn't listening, just as they would ignore her comments about 'the shadow'. how could she listen when she felt like everything was crumbling? like she was dying and no one cared. she was either going to be killed by the shadow posing as an officer or going to rot in jail - she wouldn't be able to survive either.

although emmeline had proven to have a lot of pent up anger, the woman wasn't a violent person. her mouth got her into trouble and that was about it but as soon as an officer laid a hand on her, she retaliated. "don't touch me!" this alone was traumatic enough to trigger her memories of her abusive relationship, the one that she finally managed to get out of before coming to hidehill - it was just one bad relationship out of the next. she didn't want to just give herself up and this felt like a violation on so many levels. an uncontrollable shriek left her as she felt someone forcefully grab her forearms to try and restrain her. "get off me!" the more she struggled, the more it would hurt.

she didn't like the unwanted contact but after hearing the words 'resisting arrest' over her own sobs, she felt like she just had to give up. "i didn't do it, please BELIEVE ME!" people were against her, they had made that clear but this was too far. her life was now ruined. an arrest would come up on a background check, if she was ever released, it would dictate what type of people she could work for, severely limiting her clientele...

handcuffs were being put on her and she couldn't breathe. no one had loved her, her career was no more, she was going to die in prison; it was too much for a regular person to take. she wasn't even able to adjust her clothing to make it feel looser around her neck. the woman was having a panic attack and wasn't in a supporting environment to work through it or even have someone, anyone, tell her that she was okay and was going to be okay. she wasn't going to be okay. all she could do was sob to try and let the energy go somewhere.

they would label it as a fake attempt to try stop them when it wasn't an option but she was severely distressed. "i can't breathe-" everything felt horrendous and her life had truly been ruined, all because she'd been infatuated with miyeon. she just wanted her back and now she was being accused of her murder... there were jae and marcus but the fact she was accused of miyeon's, suspected of miyeon's was the worst. and to think that max might think she was the one that tried to hurt him? it was too much. her breathing was quick but stabilising and it had distracted her for the entire journey until they reached the station...

emmeline couldn't feel anything as she approached the station

#hidehillplotdrop005 #tw mental illness #tw abuse #tw panic attack

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calendarcrawl · 2 years

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May 2019

The Britannia Inn, Cumbria

“How was your Calendar Crawl trip to the Lake District?”

A question so loaded that it’s taken me 5 days to formulate an answer. This month the calendar sent us on a 332 mile round trip to the Britannia Inn at Elterwater, due north of Lake Windermere. It’s the furthest north we’ve been sent on a Calendar Crawl so far and one I was looking forward to, being in such beautiful surrounds. And that’s one thing it certainly delivered, bloody lovely scenery in seasonable weather. It gave us high hopes… perhaps a little TOO high.

Due to football related activities, we postponed the drive up north until mid-afternoon meaning that we arrived late by our usual standards. We rocked up at the Britannia about ‪5pm‬, the beer garden was in full bloom with North Face twats and German tourists. But we would not be deterred, we were here for a good time and good beer – and with a wide selection of locally brewed ales – we were in with a good chance of getting it. However, the barman had other ideas. Despite us being stood right in front of him, he (unsuccessfully) attempted to ignore us in an effort to serve a busty blonde lady, who was clearly not finished looking at the menu. Now we’ve all been snubbed at the bar before, or unjustly beaten to the punch by a latecomer with an imposing bar presence. But never have I really experienced a barman trying to pretend I’m not there while trying to serve somebody who isn’t ready to be served. In the end, we didn’t give him a choice; “Four pints of something local please, you cunt” (or much politer words to that effect).

After getting our drinks, we moved outside to the beer garden to scope out our photo op. And in another first, we (for some reason) took the executive decision to not even bother posing for the photo and instead utilise the moderately busy beer garden to replicate our very own shit version of ‘Where’s Wally?’. So enjoy the five second search for us in the photo below.

Due to time restraints and drink driving laws, we had to move on from the Britannia and head to Hawkshead where we’d be staying for the night, in a pub called the Red Lion Inn. Now, if you like old fashioned digs where the sink is in your bedroom rather than your bathroom then this is the place for you. And if you like living dangerously and sleeping in rooms with no working locks on the door, then I can highly recommend Room 5. When we flagged up that our door wouldn’t lock and that you could basically push the door open with a finger, we were assured that “although we can’t do anything now, it’ll be fixed by the end of the night”. A reassurance delivered with such conviction, I forgot to believe it. Fortunately, there was a chair in the room which we wedged against the door, effectively keeping us rape-proof for the night.

Red Lion aside though, Hawkshead was mostly fun for most of us. The bonus of 4 pubs within pissing distance of each other in the village square meant we could flit between boozers and maraud the taps at our leisure. The Queen’s Head was a highlight for beer and whisky, and the King’s Arms was a highlight for the Cumberland Sausage and Mash and its very lax closing time. To Hawkshead’s credit, the other three pubs ensured we were pissed enough to face the prospect of returning to the Red Lion.

The next morning, we were woken up by the horrendous wailing of a fire alarm (probably a kitchen fire). We lay there pondering just how long you leave it before you get out of bed and into the hallway to shrug at everybody else who has done the same. We also considered that maybe it wasn’t enough that we’d just had a wretched stay here, but that we’d also have to die in this hell-hole. Fortunately, the alarm ceased after a few minutes. We all agreed to get changed and get the fuck out before facing the prospect of being poisoned at breakfast. A choice that felt immediately vindicating as we walked past the kitchen and heard a bantering chef shout “He’s about as much a chef as I am a black man!”. Yep, let’s go.

On the way out, we got collared by a member of staff who was setting up for breakfast; she seemed disappointed that we weren’t staying for food. She even offered to give us bacon baps for the road, but at this point the line between ‘just being friendly’ and ‘eager to poison us’ was dangerously blurred. We flatly declined and decided to put as much daylight between us and Hawkshead as possible.

So yeah, “how was your Calendar Crawl trip to the Lake District?”… No, I’m still not sure.

* * *

In June, the Calendar has tasked us with a not-too-heavy trip to the Marches – we’ll be stopping over in Ross-on-Wye, which we’re hoping, at the very least will have accommodation with working locks.

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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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I haven't seen anyone do this but I liked to see what Chef Saltbaker X Demon y/n story 🧂😈

It's where a y/n is disguised and was sent to claim Chef Saltbaker's soul or to drag him to hell for his sins, But they fell in love in the process and maybe a plot twist that he knew the whole time but he loves them too

One devilishly endearing love story coming right up! 😈💜🥀

For the Heart and Soul

Content Includes: Suggestiveness, Flirting, Lots of Cursing, and Mentions of Death

You had one job. One job!

And yet... You fucked it up.

You were sent to Inkwell Isles as an agent of Hell by the Devil himself. Your target: Chef Saltbaker, renowned baker and crazy-ass bastard.

After his failed attempt at conquering the Astral Plane, Chef Saltbaker was taken to custody and went on trial, only to be sent to community service. A rather light punishment for someone who did something so horrendous.

This, in the end, redeemed him and everyone lived happily ever after... The thought of it all made you gag.

Your mission was created to simply undo Chef Saltbaker's whole "redemption arc". For Hell does not forget, and Hell does not forgive.

And yet... Here you were, in Chef Saltbaker's bakery, disguised as a sweet little thing looking to raise some moo-lah, helping him out with some treats. Not exactly what you had in mind when you asked him you "need that cake", but whatever.

So, not giving up on your task, you did anything you could to distract him. You claimed you were a bit "clumsy", which gave you the advantage of making some... provocative poses for Chef Saltbaker.

You even went as far as to make very friendly conversations, using pastries and goodies into a slew of innuendos that even the most innocent of people would get it!

It was as if Chef Saltbaker was clueless - absolutely fucking clueless! You even bent over to "pick up a utensil"! Nothing was working!

When all the baking was finished, you were fuming. Out of all the targets you've dealt with, nothing was as frustrating as Chef Saltbaker.

Fuck it... Let's just get this over with...

Keeping your cool for now, you turned to your target, only to have him pinning you against the counter. His eyes were bright yellow, but weirdly not out of anger or any malicious intent.

"I know who you are... Demon...", Chef Saltbaker growled, giving you a wicked grin.

...SHIT.

"I suppose it does make sense, considering my... past sins. But unfortunately, I cannot allow you to take my soul. It would break all my friends' hearts, not to mention ruin my business. You really thought you could fool me, didn't you? Or perhaps, seduce me into coming with you?", he sighed.

You didn't want to admit it, but you always loved it when your target knows what is going on. It made things a lot more interesting, rather than just catching them off guard as usual.

But this case was different. Vastly different. As Chef Saltbaker pinned you, his eyes looking deep into yours, his usual smile now into a mischievous grin, it's so... so...

Oh... Oh no....

"You know... I have to confess: you are rather cute," he said, his eyes wandering up and down, "I find it incredibly amusing seeing you try to make the moves on me. But your 'clumsiness' can only get you so far, my dear, and I think you would make the perfect assistant for my bakery."

He's joking. He has got to be. There's no fucking way he's going to-

With a snap of his fingers, a stream of salt spills through his hand, pouring onto the floor, encircling you and your target. You began to panic!

"Don't you know that salt repels demons?" Chef Saltbaker chuckled, "And, if I can remember correctly, a salt circle can trap them unless the ring is broken? Well... It seems your luck has run out. But don't worry, I'm not going to harm you. Oh no! I just want to make a deal with you... Be my assistant and you can have my soul once my entire business is over. Who knows? Maybe we can be... A little bit more than just co-workers, hmm?"

Your heart skipped a beat. He can't be serious! Never in your entire hellish career had you ever been in such a situation like this. And now, you're going to be with this guy until the end! Making pastries and goodies, giving them to hungry customers, and... Oh Hell no, donating them to orphans in need! Oh the torture, the humanity!

"Oh, I can just imagine it now! Just the two of us, making cookies for children and birthday cakes for parties! Oh, and also! I was planning on doing a whole batch of Brimstone Brownies since they're becoming really popular." Chef Saltbaker rambled, as giddy as a schoolgirl, "And... Well, maybe when we're alone... We can have ourselves a nice picnic."

Oh no.

"Admiring the sunset on the horizon..."

Oh FUCK no.

"Cuddling together..."

No, please stop!

"And maybe... Hold our hands together."

H-holding hands?! How lewd, how perverse! Chef Saltbaker is truly a crazy-ass bastard!

Chef Saltbaker let out a hearty laugh as you felt your face grow hotter, your cheeks bursting with color as you blushed hard. Your heart throbbed like it was going to burst out from your chest.

You were trapped. Trapped by your own target. And it seemed like there was nothing you could do...

At least he's kind of charming.

#chef saltbaker x reader #chef saltbaker #cuphead the delicious last course #cuphead dlc #cuphead #the delicious last course #my writing #demon!reader

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etcrow · 2 years

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If the 1k event is still open, may I request "You" + Sheep!MC?

1K followers alphabet event

Y - You

Look, it's you!

Genre: fluff

Characters: GN!Sheep MC

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: none

A/N: Keyword for this post is “You”. Thanks for requesting and have a wonderful day.

Summary: Your life in Devil Doom has pro and cons. But you like it that way.

Your life as a sheep in Devil Doom flows between hiccups mostly undisturbed. The seven brothers, though in their own way, love you and would do anything for you. Classes at RAD are a bit tricky, given your petite stature, so much so that you sometimes risk being trampled by students or having someone sit on top of you taking a seat in the classroom.

Many demons try to eat you, but fortunately you always stay close to one of the brothers to be defended by him and not risk becoming a delicacy for the habitants of Devil Doom.

You have become Lucifer's little assistant; You help him perform his duties in his study and stack up the papers he fills out and signs to help Diavolo with his tasks. You hop around his study between 'BAAAAs' and a soft 'Boink' can be heard every time you wander around the room. He does not openly thank you, but he is grateful for your help and assistance, so he pauses and breaks from his busy schedule just a moment to absentmindedly pat your head and make you blush at that gesture.

Life with Mammon is not very simple, however; You have risked being sold or used as a betting object for his business. The second born refers to himself as 'Your First' and tries to spend as much time with you as possible. Your room is always invaded by the avatar of greed, who tries to sleep with you whenever he watches a horror movie or simply to assert his 'dominance' over you. You love him anyway.

Levi has named you "Honorary Player 2"; Your little paws cannot hold a controller, so you desperately try to play along with him doing your best, failing miserably, however. You have decided, therefore, that you will just cheer for Levi as he plays video games, bleating joyfully and prancing in contentment. The demon appreciates the cheering you do for him and blushes every time you emit a 'BAAAAA' and wiggle your paws with determination. He's so cute to see.

Your days with Satan are calm and relaxing; You spend afternoons in his room while the demon reads one of his books to you and you sit awkwardly on the couch, moving your paws happily. Unfortunately, you can't read. Maybe because you were never taught or maybe because you are a sheep? Who knows. There is no problem, though. Satan is willing to read Devil Doom fairy tales to you while you desperately try not to slide off the couch and bounce away terrified. It's difficult to you to sit still.

Asmo loves to take care of you, maybe a little too much; He enjoys putting curlers on you and painting your hooves, making you soft, fluffy, and fragrant. You love being with him and he with you. He calls you 'His little darling' and you prance around happily, staying posed for the selfies he proudly posts on Devilgram or keeps to himself. He even gave you a little pink bow to put on your little head and you feel really pretty with that accessory.

The first time Beelzebub saw you, he almost mistook you for cotton candy and tried to eat you. You, panicking, started jumping away and shouting for help as the poor demon stared at you, confused to see talking cotton candy running away from his clutches. Now you enjoy following him as he works out and, though light as a stuffed animal, climb on his back as he does push-ups, raising your little paws and exulting every time he manages to do one.

Life with Belphegor is not easy; After your "accident" you are guarded toward him. He mostly uses you as a sleeping pillow and hugs you in your sleep, causing horrendous deja vu. He once mistakenly threw you into the washing machine to "bathe you," causing you to squeal in terror as Asmo lectured him on how "you don't put the human in the washing machine." But what can you do, that demon is a loose cannon in perpetual hibernation.

You look in the mirror, seeing a little four-legged creature. You stand on the tips of your hooves, trying to look taller, but it's no use. You are small and chubby. But that's okay with you. You are RAD's human student, Solomon's esteemed pupil and devoted mascot of the seven brothers. You love your new life, between setbacks, and you love your new friends. One day, when you leave, you will have good memories to take with you.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me post #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me sheep mc #lucifer obey me #obey me mammon #leviathan obey me #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me belphegor

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frenziedslashers · 3 years

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hiiii ori 🖤

could i pls request a one shot where the reader takes bo’s polaroid camera and does a little photo shoot of themselves, leaving their pics around for bo to find?

Licherally screaming, no one every calls me Ori, that's so cute, thank you 😭 I searched through your slasher blog and saw that you go by She/Her and I assumed you wanted NSFT. If not lemme know and I can rewrite it! Idm:)) also this is my first NSFT one-shot, so be nice please guys 👹

NSFW AFAB!S/O finding Bo's Polaroid and leaving photos behind for him:

It was right there. Right out in the open. Taunting you to hide it from your lover. It was tempting, walking over to study the camera. A small smirk playing on your face. He took a photo of all of his victims with it, made a collage of faces and bodies, even.

But did he have any photos of you?

The thought made you stomach flutter. Smirk growing a bit more as you got ideas. You wandered up to your shared room, Bo was busy with some victims so he wouldn't be back for a while. He's been busy a lot lately. So you figured you ought to surprise him. Give him a good gift for the next few weeks.

You removed your shirt to throw on one of his. He always loved it when you wore his clothes. It gave him a sense of authority. Like he owned you because of it.

You stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom. Sitting yourself on the floor to pose for the camera. One hand on the floor, legs folded beside you. Allowing his shirt to slide down your shoulders. Smirking as you snapped the photo, your face hiding behind the camera slightly.

After a few more photos, you climbed onto the bed. Taking a few photos of just your face. Who knows, maybe he'll hang them up in his shop. That way the strangers that come through know he's taken. Then again, he may just throw all of these away and bitch at you for "wasting his photos." It's hard telling with Bo, he's rather unpredictable.

With each picture it seemed like an item of your clothing was gone. Until you were completely exposed. Revealing yourself in front of the mirror again. Sitting with your legs folded under you. Knees touching, a hand toying with the necklace he gave you a few months ago.

Your hand moved his shirt up so more of your skin was exposed. Smiling faintly as you snapped a photo of just your body. Shaking the paper in excitement. Sure that it would turn out well, and that it did. The way the sun beamed through the curtains and hit your stomach was just a plus.

One of the victims was wearing it, and it reminded him of you. It was pretty, nothing too blingy, but.. pretty.. like you. His pretty Flower. He could be sweet sometimes.

You got the last photo, the most revealing of them all. Standing to put your clothes back on. Slipping his jacket over your shoulders to be engulfed in his scent. Putting the camera back on the nightstand with a small sigh of content.

You held all the photos in your hand now, and you got to planning.

Through out the day you hid them. It was just you since him and Vincent were both horrendously busy. You hid one in his truck, the first photo you took. Sure he would enjoy keeping it in there for safe keeping.

You continued walking, searching for another hiding spot for the more innocent photos. Humming softly as you came across the garage. Putting one on his work bench, another on the cash register. Then another you taped to the door. Leaving one of the lewder ones in his tool box. Sure it'd be a nice surprise for Mr. Sinclair.

Inside the house is where all the rest of the photos went. One going in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, where he kept his toothbrush. Another going on his desk. Then a few more scattered about. The last photo you took you kept in the jacket pocket. You knew it would be enough for him to have somewhat of fun with it. Giggling a bit to yourself at the thought of the outcomes you could get.

It took him a few days to notice any, too occupied with "work." One of the newer victims that Lester just brought in was the one to bring up the first photo he found. Pointing at it on the register. "Oh, is that your other half?" She asked with a sweet smile. Watching Bo study the photo with a baffled look. He didn't take that photo of you, he knew what photos he had of you. This was a new one..

"Oh, yeah," he picked it up, studying it. You were simply smiling, a sweet gesture that made his heart flutter. A small smile tugging at his lips as his fingers slid over the side of it. Tucking it into his jacket pocket. Where he felt another photo poking at his fingers. Looking down as he pulled it out.

Bo's eyes widened. Thankful that the counter was hiding this one out of sight. His face felt hot, a slight strain in his pants, now. Causing him to shift a bit uncomfortably. Goddamn you.

He cleared his throat, looking back up to the girl with a forced smile. "Well, like I said, we don't have the size of fanbelt you need, but we should get it in within a week. You can stay at that there motel down the street, I have to um, figure out somethin' for myself. Enjoy yer colas, ma'am." He nodded his head, and he was venturing back to his truck. Pace quickened, heart racing.

He got in the driver's side. Letting out an exhale, gripping the steering wheel at the thought of you taking these photos with his camera. He wasn't mad, no. He was quite the opposite, actually. He was thrilled, it was like a treasure hunt for him. Wondering if there would be anymore he could add to his collection. Who knows, maybe after this he could take a few with the two of you in the act. Something he's wanted to ask, but has never been sure how to ask.

He groaned when he looked at the photo of you again. All exposed, just for him. It made him smirk. Biting his lip as he palmed himself through his jeans. A low groan leaving his throat.

Bo noticed another paper sticking out of his sun visor. Hands rushing up to retrieve it like an excited kid retrieving presents on Christmas day. What was it? Innocent, or not?

It wasn't you naked, but it almost had the same affect on him. He let a small whine leave his throat at the sight of you in the picture. Posed all seductive in his shirt.

"Goddammit, your gunna be the death of me," he growled, talking to himself as he turned his truck on, throwing it into drive to get the fuck home.

He opened the door to the house in a rush once he got home. His hands slightly shaking from the head rush he had. "Oh baby," he cooed, walking into the kitchen where he saw you reading. Bo was on a mission, and that mission was you.

You looked up from the table where you were reading when he opened the door. Eyes flickering from his eyes, to the photos in his hand, to the buldge in his pants. Oh, well this was going better than you expected already.

"Yes, Hun?" You asked, fighting back the smirk that was threatening to expose your innocent act.

"Oh, don't Hun me, you have some explainin' to do, Sweetheart." He tossed the photos on the table in front of you. Your stomach flopping at the mere fact that he found your photos so quick. It didn't help that he was undoing his belt, now.

"You really though' hiding that in my pocket would be wise, little one?" He asked. Tilting your jaw up with his finger, smirking with a chuckle. Leaning down to brushes his nose against yours. Hand now completely gripping your jaw. Moving your head so he could whisper in your ear.

"Get on the table."

A shudder ran down your spine. Breath quivering, which only made his smirk grow. Glad he had this affect on you after what you did.

"You know when I found that one?" He pointed to the one of you in front of the mirror, completely naked. You shook your head as you climbed on the table. Moving to remove your shirt, but his hands stopped you.

"I was helping a customer, li'l' lady saw the one on the register and asked if you were my "other half," and I said yes, went to put i' in my pocket, and there it was. Snug as a bug in my pocket." the idea of him telling others that you were his made you sigh. A smile pulling at his lips from your reaction.

"You told them I was your other half?" You chuckled a bit. Bo nodding with an eye roll. "Don't think too hard abou' i'. Or I'll leave you here on the table, got i'?" He asked and you nodded, quicker than you wanted to.

He stood in between your legs now. Pulling his belt off to set it beside you on the table. Eyes looking down, but he snapped. "Ah ah, eyes up here, sugar." He cooed with a grin. "How many pictures did ya leave me?" You paused. Thinking. You couldn't remember, you didn't count.

"I dunno," he frowned. Hands moving to rest on your thighs. Which had you squirming. They were so big, warm.

"What do you mean 'I dunno'?" You gulped, licking your lips. "I mean, I forgot, I didn' count 'em, Bo." He gave you a slight look for using his name. "Hun," you corrected yourself, and he looked less offended.

He pushed you down on the table. Hands running up your shirt which caused a groan to leave your throat. Fingers flicking over your nipples. Before pulling the shirt over your head. Leaving you oh so exposed.

"Well, an estimate?" He asked, you shrugged. "'Bout nine?" He nodded, his plan coming together with a hum. You were in for a night.

His hands were so rough, scraping over your skin. Your back arching off the table as he toyed with your upper half. His hips rolling against yours, a moan leaving your throat as you stared up at him. Biting your lip as you thought of something to do. Hands reaching up to touch him. He tried batting your hands away, but you persisted. His hands catching your wrists.

"Don' test me," he snarled, and you only smirked. "I'm not the one who ran here because of a little photo," you snickered. Watching his eyes narrow on you. You were right, too. He wanted you more than anything right now. He'd been so busy, so much frustration. He hadn't had any time to do anything with you. God, you had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it.

He flipped you on the table, large hands pressing you firmly against the surface. A grunt leaving your lips as he locked your hands behind your back with one of his. Rutting against your ass. A low rumble coming from his chest at the friction.

"Bo, just let me take care of you," you spoke, it wasn't really a plead. More a suggestion. You wanted to, so bad, but he wasn't having it. Not right now.

You heard his pants falling down onto the floor. Your pants and undergarments coming next. He was so needy right now, and you loved the fact that it was because of something you did. That you had that much of an affect on him.

He stroked his shaft, ordering you to keep your hands on your back. Which you followed. He didn't say you had to stay quiet, though. He slid to his knees. Breath hitting your soaking cunt. A shiver running down your spine.

"Bo," you moaned, his tongue fanning over your sex. Pressing it against your clit just right. "Bo let me," you were interrupted by his hands squeezing your thighs, now sucking on your clit. Toes curling at the sensation that you missed.

"Bo let me ride you, take care of you," you groaned. Trying to look back at him, but you could only see his shoulders. Plus his hands that moved up to kneed at your ass.

He moved a hand to finger you while he pressed his tongue inside of you, too. The moans that left your mouth was like heaven to his ears. The way you squirmed back against his face. He could stay back here for hours and feel as happy as fucking you senseless- or being fucked senseless. He'd never admit it, but he did love it when you took control. Even if you knew he did. Especially with the way he grabbed you tighter each time you asked to take care of him.

"Oh, fuck, Baby, Bo," you sputtered. Bo's arm keeping your legs from closing as you reached your edge, but he pulled off before you could finish. Your high that was coming so close to the finally, was now slowly fading.

"Bo," you spoke a bit sternly, a slap to your ass making you jolt. "One," he spat. Standing up to lean over you.

One? What the fuck did that mean?

"Eight more to go, sugar," he cooed. Nipping at your ear. "Is this really what you're gunna do after I leave fucking photos for you?" You asked. Rutting your ass back against him. Smirking at the way he groaned. His hand moving around to grip your throat. Pulling you up so you were snug against his chest.

"Don' act like you didn' do that shit to me on purpose. If you can leave that, play with me, make me wait. Then I can make you wait," he snarled in your ear. Free hand coming to cup your heat. Middle finger dipping between your folds, a moan leaving your lips.

Your body was sandwiched between himself and the wall. Bo pushing into you without any warning. The pain of his length stretching you out stung. Eyes and jaw clenching shut. Leaning forward to collect yourself. Bo stood still, hands fondling your body to help distract you. Touching everywhere he knew you liked.

The moment you rolled your hips back he started his pace. Hips rolling, then thrusting. Grunts, pants, and moans leaving the both of you as he fucked you into the wall. Hands gripping your hips like his life depended on it.

Your hands reached back for him, one of his hands moving to grab yours. Smirking when you started moaning when his other hand moved to toy with your clit. Groans leaving his lips at the sight of you pressing yourself more into the wall at the sudden sensations.

But like before, as you approached your much needed release. He stopped.

"Bo," you groaned out of frustration when he pulled himself out of you. Snickering at the way you shook before him.

"Two," "you're such a prick," you panted. Looking back to see his wide grin. "Oh, but you love me." You rolled your eyes, the heat fading in your stomach, but you still throbbed for him. Turning around to place your hands over his still clothed chest.

"If I didn't I wouldn't have left those photos for you," you kissed his jaw. Hands snaking under his shirt. His big hands moving you knead your ass. A small noise leaving his lips when you started sucking on his neck. Feeling his shudder when you raked your fingers down his chest. Hands moving to his still stiff cock.

His hips jerked, eyes threatening to fall shut, but he pushed you away before you could get away with what you were doing. Even if he ached so bad to be touched by you, himself.

"Bedroom, now," he snarled. You only groaned, rolling your eyes. "A girl can try, can't they?"

Once in the bedroom he went to the dressure. Grabbing his camera which was placed ontop. Moving to the bed to pin you down under him. His dick still throbbing, in need of his own release. Watching you intently as he studied your features. Raising a brow at the way he seemed to be staring into you plus the fact he had his camera in his hand. It almost sent a thril down his spine at the thought of his taking pictures of this. His lips pressing against yours for a bit, before pulling away. One of the sweeter sides of Bo that you always seemed to appreciate.

"You know, ya look mighty fine like this underneath me, mind if I?" He waved the camera in front of you, and you rolled your eyes, even if it made butterflies erupt inside you.

"Hmm, sure, but I bet you'd look better underneath me," you smirked up at him. Watching him snap a photo of you under him, before he shrugged his jacket off as he leant back. Putting the photo to the side for later.

"Y'know, darlin'," he started in. Placing the camera aside. Throwing his shirt off next, before moving to lay beside you. Eyes watching curiously. "I only found three pictures, I wouldn' mind a ride fr'm you," he winked. You knew he'd cave, he may seem stubborn, but when it came to you taking control. God he loved it. He wouldn't admit it to any other soul in the world beside you occasionally, but the idea of you absolutely destroying him? Goddamn, it was enough to make him cream his pants when his mind just wandered to it at work.

You smiled, moving to straddle his lap in a heart beat. To which he snapped another photo of you now ontop. Smiling sweetly uo at you, as if he wasn'tdoing anything. Hands fanned out across his chest with a small hum. "Thought you were punishin' me?" You asked. His free hand stroking your thigh while he stared up at you. He gave you a shrug, and a small grin. "I missed you too much to go through with it, sweethear', unless you wan' me to continue?" He asked. To which you shook your head. Leaning down to give him a kiss, before positioning yourself over him. Sinking down, which cause you both to let out whimpers and groans.

He held onto you so tight, the look in his eyes was filled with pure adoration and love. A rare sight for many, but not you. As long as he wasn't in a bad mood, he always looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars themselves. Even when newcomers came around, he had his eyes on you, or a hand on you. He needed you by his side, to let the people of the group know that they couldn't touch you. That you were his, and he was yours.

His hand moved up to caress your breast. Snapping a photo of his hand cupping it. Small moans leaving both of your lips as your hips rolled. "Feels suh, good," he panted, watching your back arch with his touch. A sight to see for sure. Snapping a photo of the pleasure on your face, now. Take photos of your hips connected to his, even letting you snap a photo of him for yourself.

"Baby, I'm close," you mewled. Hands propping yourself on his chest. Fingers digging into the skin on his chest with a gasp. Clenching around him which made him groan. "Me too," he huffed, hands squeezing your hips. Meeting you with each bounce on his cock.

Your world started spinning, eyes falling shut. Leaning down to lay on his chest. A loud moan of his name leaving your lips as your world came crashing. It was enough to bring him over the edge after a few more thrusts into you. Streaks of white shooting inside of you. Both of you falling limp as you fell down from your highs.

His hand rubbed your back. The other moving to cup your face. Turning your head to catch a glimpse of his drowsy smile. Which you gave him back. Kissing his cheek with a small hum.

"What?" You asked. Finger tracing the other side of his face.

"Oh nothin'," he turned his head to catch your lips with his. Snapping a photo from above of you both kissing. Which only made you both smile into the kiss. "What, I can't smile at you, now?" He raised a brow and you swatted at his chest. "You know that's not what I meant." You scowled. Cringing as you lifted your hips, pulling him out of you. Both of you groaning from oversensitivity.

"I just missed ya's all," he added. Watching as you moved off of him to head for the bathroom. He himself collecting all the photos and the Polaroid camer to put on the bedside table.

"I didn't realize ya missed anyone, hun," you teased with a snicker. Bo rolling his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Following after you to clean up himself. Turning on the shower for you both. "Oh, can it, dame." He sighed, "would you rather I din't miss you?" He snarled a bit, to which you froze up. Grabbing his arm. Making him turn to face you with a frown.

"Bo, I was only teasin'," you added with a small smile. "I missed you too, it got lonely 'round here," you told him, rubbing his bicep a bit. "It got lonely without ya, too. Maybe I should make ya join next time." He winked with a grin. "Let you torture a stranger for once,, snap some photos of that, how 'bout it darlin'?" He asked. Climbing into the shower, helping you in. "Hmm, maybe."

Your next visit to the shop he had all of the clean photos you took of yourself up on the wall, including the one of you both kissing, since nothing sexual was showing in the photo. It made your heart swell knowing he wanted to show you off like that. This may have been one of your best ideas yet.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #the house of wax #house of wax #bo sinclair x you #minors dni #smut #nsft #bo sinclair smut

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comicaurora · 2 years

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Hi Red, you mentioned a few days ago that you’ve honed your style to your own liking so I was wondering how you think your style has changed over time?

Re reading the comic the only thing I can concretely nail down as different from the very start with my limited knowledge of art is the lines seem a lot thinner in the early pages?

So anyway I thought I’d just ask you yourself how your art is different, did you change it consciously or did it just evolve as you got your eye in or something? Why did you change if it was deliberate etc

Thanks!

As a side note btw holy crap the newest pages are beautiful, it’s just struck me again how amazing every single one seems to be with magical effects and backgrounds and the rain over everything dude they’re so good

Good question! Tbh it's a good sign if the change isn't horrendously visible to anyone but me.

The lines are definitely thinner early on, and that's both a stylistic change and a result of the fact that I was less confident. Drawing several hundred pages will really get the muscle memory going, so now I'm less hesitant about the lineart stage, but early on I was thinking a lot harder about relatively simple parts of the visuals. Foreground poses, hair, fabric. It took me a lot more thought to get those looking good. The lines are thinner, less confident and a little more sketchy.

Could've easily thrown some building silhouettes in the background, drawn actual figures instead of the black mass of vaguely head-shaped things, etc - but nope. I was too busy figuring out how to make Vash's hair look. The backgrounds were pretty darn unpolished. They do their job, but at the time I wasn't really sure how to shade natural environments in ways that implied texturing. Even the way I was shading the foreground figures was pretty basic and unpolished, and I occasionally screwed it up - I hadn't quite refined my order of operations, so sometimes I'd miss regions with the paint bucket and just. not notice because of all the everything else I was focusing on.

Relatively simple visual concepts were taking me a lot longer because I hadn't yet worked out how to do them, so I had to figure them out on the fly. Erin's lightning bubble took a whole workday just trying to figure out how to strike the right glow balance that communicated "dome shield" without fully obscuring him behind the light. It's always a lot harder to draw something for the first time, and this comic has so much stuff in it that I was dealing with a lot of firsts in those first few chapters.

That also meant I had less time or focus to spend on cleanup, so sometimes shading would be a bit intermittent - like the barrel in this shot that hurts my soul.

I did figure out some foliage-shading shortcuts during the sentinel fight - layering rough-edged cel-shading produced the illusion of sunlight on leaves without having to hand-draw the darn things - but the science of making forest backgrounds look like Not Ass was still difficult for me. I really didn't like hand-drawing fully-lined trees for the background of shots, but I wasn't yet sure what the alternatives were.

When I did Falst's intro arc, however, I had a ton of forested backgrounds, and that gave me a lot of practice very fast at refining the forest background stuff and experimenting with the use of filtered sunlight and particle effects, and I finally found a shortcut I liked for drawing tree trunks.

By this chapter I was starting to feel good about how it looked. The colors balanced better, light and shadow felt integrated into the scene, I was getting a feel for the use of soft-edged glow and particle effects, and I wasn't struggling to make the shots feel coherent. Even the sentinel fight, which I'm overall surprisingly happy with, feels a little overly bright to me in hindsight - I would've shaded under the trees a little more aggressively if I were coloring it now.

When we hit Zuurith I had to start drawing very complex urban environments, but I used some of the tricks I'd learned for drawing forests to make things easier - simple color-block silhouettes for background shapes coupled with more detailed foreground elements for things I couldn't justify making featureless color blobs. If they were in the same plane as the detailed foreground characters, they had to be just as detailed. It was a pain in the butt, but the rest of my style had gotten intuitive enough for me that I could afford to spend more time playing with that. If I were still struggling to draw every foreground character pose, I wouldn't have had the brain bandwidth to get creative with the backgrounds.

It wasn't really an intentional thing. I started the comic doing as good a job as I could, because I really wanted this to work. I was familiar with the medium of digital illustration, I'd been doing large numbers of chibi illustrations for the channel for years, and I had some of the process down to a science. But parts of it were new and unfamiliar, and that meant I needed practice and a chance to refine what I was doing into a more efficient form. In the process, things got smoother and looked more consistent, because I was developing techniques to do certain effects that I could then rely on going forward.

When I had to draw the Paladin Archive as a background, I used a mix of techniques I'd had a chance to test and refine on previous pages. The glowing dust mote and sunbeam effects from Gleicann's forest made the archive feel dusty and helped add depth. The occasional painstakingly hand-drawn background shelf was an acceptable price to pay, because for most of the bookshelves I'd figured out a pretty quick and efficient brush trick to draw a large row of color-scattered rectangles, skew them, duplicate and blur them sideways, and use that to create a serviceable illusion of three-dimensional rows of books of various sizes.

Anyway, yeah. If the change isn't super jarring that's good news for me, because the process of improving my style has been complicated but very rewarding, and my only frustration with the process has been retroactively seeing everything I'd be able to do better now.

#asks #art stuff

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sgt-paul · 3 years

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PAUL MCCARTNEY photographed at Apple Studios; January 25th, 1969.

PAUL: It’s incredible stuff. And then the next scene burns out white again, and the next scene is just this monkey that comes up and humps this other monkey. Laughing. PAUL: It’s great, you know. And I mean the way, oh, he really gets up there — [he] really just stretches her out. And then they just jump off and they just start sort of picking each other. Just jumping.

The Beatles: Get Back.

PAUL: The idea behind ‘Why Don’t We Do It in the Road’ came from something I’d seen in Rishikesh. I was up on the flat roof meditating and I’d seen a troupe of monkeys walking along in the jungle and a male just hopped on to the back of this female and gave her one, as they say in the vernacular. Within two or three seconds he hopped off again, and looked around as if to say, ‘It wasn’t me,’ and she looked around as if there had been some mild disturbance but thought, Huh, I must have imagined it, and she wandered off. And I thought, bloody hell, that puts it all into a cocked hat, that’s how simple the act of procreation is, this bloody monkey just hopping on and hopping off. There is an urge, they do it, and it’s done with. And it’s that simple. We have horrendous problems with it, and yet animals don’t. So that was basically it. ‘Why Don’t We Do It in The Road’ could have applied to either fucking or shitting, to put it roughly. Why don’t we do either of them in the road? Well, the answer is we’re civilised and we don’t. But the song was just to pose that question. ‘Why Don’t We Do It in the Road’ was a primitive statement to do with sex or to do with freedom really. I like it, it’s just so outrageous that I like it.

Many Years from Now.

PAUL: When Linda and I were having Mary, our first baby, I went along to the Family Planning Association to try and be a dutiful father and get some more dope on the experience we’d embarked on. It’s not that I didn’t know the facts of life, but I found myself saying, ‘We’re having a baby. Have you got any information?’ They gave me a little booklet called ‘From Conception to Birth’. That was a mind-blowing experience. It’s when I discovered that the average ejaculation contains more than forty million sperm. Then there’s the sheer determination of the sperm to find an egg, to make that new organism. And the fact that a foetus has genitalia so early in its development? You could have knocked me down with a feather. Those details came later than this song, of course, but the booklet explained everything. It explained my obsession with girls in their summer clothing, and how I couldn’t not look at them. How I had that primeval urge to lay everything in sight. Now I understood that one of the first impulses of this new organism is to replicate itself. So, the feel of this song is a little more outspoken – a little more in your face – than I would normally be. But that’s because of the primeval urge it’s expressing. And that’s one of the great strengths of rock and roll. It can be raw, raw, raw. It’s very simple – crude even – and it connects to something deep inside us. Maybe even to the nervous system more broadly.

The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present.

#the beatles #paul mccartney #mcbeardy #get back: book #lyrics: book #myfn #q #*m #uhm........well................ okay sir..........#(accidental wdwdiitr masterpost i guess)#(paul and his primeval urge to lay everything in sight)

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backandimbamon · 3 years

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Bonnie playing with Damon's hair and he all sleepy 😊

this really took a while because… i was going to stop at the first half but i wanted to consider Bonnie’s perspective (: and then it got a lil spicy and i was like *sigh* why must you always take it there? but i mean- 👁- i always take it there because we were robbed!!! Damon is practically a self proclaimed sex god and i hate how they separated Bonnie from her sexuality, or really any form of intimacy for sooo long. and the scraps we got were NEVER enough. okay anyways yeah i’m finally done, like let’s get into it.

Damon notices that Bonnie touches him sparingly and really not because she wants to but because it happens accidentally every now and then, one of the perks about frequently invading her space.

Being stuck on the other side, there is less room for her and more for him, she’s in his world now which means it’s his duty to make her feel as uncomfortably comfortable as possible.

He notices everything; how her cheeks turn red when their knuckles brush against one another’s, how she takes in an exasperated little breath when their shoulders touch, how she rolls her eyes when he stands entirely too close. Damon hangs on to these moments because this may be his only form of female contact he’ll receive for a very, very, long time.

That is the only reason he hangs on.

Anytime she touches him intentionally, he feels a pride swell deep in his chest that he’s liked by Bonnie after a rocky road of ups and downs, fussing and fighting, he is finally deemed worthy enough for her to care about him even if it’s brief, even if it’s the smallest skin to skin contact imaginable.

And yes, he cares because if he has to spend the rest of eternity with one person, they might as well get along.

Movie night comes around so he rests his head in her lap, testing the waters, to see how she will respond to him. He senses her tense up a bit as predicted, but then she relaxes into it breath by breath like she’s doing a tricky yoga pose.

Bonnie’s body lotion makes her skin smell edible- cocoa and honey- she’ll never know but that’s why he nicknames her Bon Bon, she always smells good enough to eat. At this point, Damon can’t recall the VHS movie on the block of a television, his focus has been robbed by Bonnie and this new form of contact she allows him to try. Half of his smile sinks into the cotton of her leggings.

Her eyes never leave the screen when she laces her fingers through his hair, nails surfing through tufts of raven-black and the gesture is so shocking and embarrassingly arousing that a strangled groan gets trapped in his throat.

She panics, and he can tell by the change in her heart rate before saying. “Did I hurt you?” He has to clear his throat to speak.

“Hmmm mm, feels good,” he mumbles feigning casual so she can’t realize how he needs this so so bad that he’s fearful of it being taken away. In his mind he thinks about what if.

What if she wakes up and decides she doesn’t want to tap dance on the line between what is and isn’t acceptable for two best friends. What if she remembers that he’s actually a terrible person who has done horrendous things to her and everyone she’s ever loved.

She shouldn’t like him or try not to laugh at his jokes. Not at all. Bonnie should’ve killed him a long, long time ago because if anyone could do it, it’d be her. He can see her now, all badass and angry with a wooden stake in her hand, vengeance in her eyes, the very last thing he’d see before his lights went out forever.

Bonnie, the giver and the taker.

Bonnie, the only god he knew.

Damon finds himself thinking so intensely lately that he checks the mirror more often than not to make sure he has no brooding lines like his little brother. Stefan’s expansive forehead has the room for it, his perfectly shaped forehead does not.

She laces her fingers back through his hair again and his eyes flutter, that’s how good it feels. It’s sensational. And while he’s had his hair pulled in and out of the bedroom, the innocence of her touch makes him want to melt. He finds his lids growing heavier, like how they used to do a century-and-a-half ago when he was human.

Running through dandelion fields in the overbearing Virginia heat, the sun up above sending heavy gusts of sunshine beams, a moment he considers to be oppressive now, used to be magical then- miraculous -and despite sweating through his britches and overcoat he never cared enough to stop running through the fields. The sun was the greatest thing all those years ago, back when white was his favorite color.

And after drawing a long, hot bath, he’d sink deep into the water while the bubbles floated to the top. Damon would close his eyes, hold his breath, see if he could break his prior record. Then he’d get out and the sleep would welcome him like any drowsy being, with open arms. And there he’d fall.

Bonnie has that affect on him. She makes him think of home, his past, when times were simpler and he was human.

He feels that exhausted sometimes, a boy who’s never stopped running through dandelion fields, whether it snows or rains or burns him alive. Her fingernails rake through his scalp- orange leaves on browning grass. Ruining Stefan’s piles for the fun of it. His lids droop. Tired of being consumed by himself, by Bonnie, he admits defeat this time. When he finally drifts off, he remembers that the Virginia heat gave him this same warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

“You really don’t know how good this feels,” his final words are hoarse before he drifts off but the last thing he sees is Bonnie.

The giver and the taker, the only god he knows.

Bonnie refuses to relish in the magic of the moment, the fact that it’s so rare Damon ever completely lets his guard down around her. She can always feel his eyes on her, constantly watching because Damon has a presence that’s inescapable.

Being so close to him when he’s extremely vulnerable makes her realize that in all facets, he’s stunning. A stunning that’s almost suffocating but with the dynamic they possess, he only needs to know that he’s not that much of an eye sore.

Now, she stares with wide eyes while she can, memorizes the smooth expanse of skin, every strand of dark hair. Relishes in the feel of his arms around her waist, the weight of his head in her lap. It’s been a long time since she’s felt a body besides her own and as much as she likes to ignore the fact, she has needs, needs that have swelled from being in the presence of Damon for too long.

He’s sexy without any effort, she examines. His dark t-shirt has risen and his pants are low enough that she observes the waistline of (silk?) boxers, taut muscle, navel, happy trail, yeah. Bonnie drinks him in like a cool glass of milk before bedtime- never has this much pretty been in her lap before. Her hands find their way in his head again, tousles through and he nuzzles up against her in his sleep. It’s difficult to pull her eyes away from him, but when she does, the credits are rolling on the screen.

This is Damon she’s thinking about like this, her best friend and also her first best friend’s boyfriend. She repeats it again, not satisfied that the guilt isn’t drowning her like it sometimes does when she catches herself lingering on his attractiveness for too long but Mystic Falls, the real Mystic Falls seems so far away. Elena, Caroline, Matt, Alaric, her old life just seems unattainable, no bigger than a memory she occasionally mistakes for a bad dream.

There’s no denying that being away from it all, here with Damon as the only other person in the world, she feels…safe. Maybe even protected, it’s a stark contrast from the real Mystic Falls where her life is always on the line.

Bonnie starts to get up when she feels his hold on her tighten to prevent her from moving away. They play tug of war for a bit but she eventually stops fighting because Damon is a vampire after all, physical strength is going to get her nowhere. “Fine,” she grumbles, then plops down which causes the end of her top to ride up enough that she can feel the press of Damon’s nose on the curve of her waist. Despite trying to inch her shirt back down, she has no luck. Naturally Damon doesn’t mind.

He inhales her skin deeply, makes a sound of approval before groggily muttering, “Going topless now, are we Judgey?”

She grabs his hair again, yanks his head back as a rebuttal, and Damon bites his tongue so hard that it bleeds. He has to ensure that all of the blood in his body isn’t rushing south too fast but unfortunately, he would have to sever both his arms completely off to stop the blood flow.

Bonnie realizes the dazed look in his eyes isn’t one of pain nor is it from sleep, “Not the reaction you expected, huh?” He asks, gesturing for her to look down but she doesn’t, she can’t. She’s embarrassed, and to make matters worse, a teensy bit turned on.

“You scared, Bon Bon? I thought you were big and bad,” Damon mocks, pulling between his legs to make more room in his jeans, “it’s okay. I know Jeremy left much to be desired.” He sits up with swirls of longing still in his eyes, then grabs a pillow to place in his lap.

“Scared?” She guffaws. “Of what exactly?”

“Me…You.”

“And that means?”

“You’re a smart girl, Bon, figure it out.” Damon taunts, holding her eyes with his. “It’s awfully lonely here.”

She says nothing for a while, refusing to break eye contact first. “So.”

“Soooo, I won’t tell if you won’t.” It’s almost a joke, almost because she has a feeling if she says yes to whatever sort of ambiguous proposal he’s thrown up in the air, there won’t be any laughter. If she says no, it’s no different from his usual innuendos but boy, will she wonder.

“Wanna take a walk on the wild side?” He asks in a singsong tone, eyes dropping to her lips then back up to her eyes.

There are no alarms, no cell phones, no one here that can interrupt this moment. She has to answer, though she has no idea what will come out of her mouth. Bonnie shuts her eyes to make the moment less real, as if it will change the fact that she whispers, “Just one kiss,”

They’re nose to nose when Damon whispers back, “a peck.”

She swallows his breath. “Mhmm,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Nothing.”

“As light as air,” he presses his lips to hers for a brief moment then pulls back again. “See.” He peppers more kisses on her lips, down her jaw, the side of her neck, but they’re heavier. They have a density now. His tongue is on the flesh of her shoulder, teasing up her neck. She feels the light imprint of sharp canines, arousal surges through her like a power circuit, so intense that she moans. When he makes his way back up, their mouths both open in a feral kiss that robs them of air.

Bonnie holds his face in place though he makes no attempt to move away. The pillow falls out from between them when he grabs Bonnie’s leg to straddle him.

It’s nothing.

Nothing separating them from attacking each other’s mouths, nothing stopping Damon from gripping his best friend’s hips, nothing saving Bonnie from discarding his shirt.

His skin is cool enough that she can stream together some thought in between relentless kisses. “Damon,” she tries her best to sound admonishing.

“Please, not right now.” Damon cuffs both her wrists behind her with one hand and plants a hickey just above her cleavage. She sees stars. He already knows what the inflection in her voice means- the timing couldn’t be worse.“Let’s save the guilt for tomorrow morning.” His tone is octaves lower, almost as low as his lids. He drags his eyes up to hers, and they’re so shiny she can see her reflection. “I need this, Bonnie. Don’t you?”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, just continues on with his ministrations, hypnotized by the pheromones seeping off of her in waves, wanting to memorize the scent with his tongue. She whines his name, like actually whines his name, and the feeling that sits in the pit of his stomach scares him. Bonnie is so oblivious to the appeal she carries but if she sat in his skin for a day, hell, for a moment, she would realize just how long she’s been driving him insane.

“We can’t,” she groans weakly. “We can’t.”

Damon tries to breathe easier, but that feeling is lurking in his gut. She’s right. The things he’d do to her, he’d break her in half. He removes Bonnie from his lap, separates from her warmth, her scent. Backs away until the tv threatens to fall off the stand. Everything in him tells him to go back, to reenter the magnetic pull, to poke at her forcefield.

He backs away even further if possible. Her breath catches at the distance.

Bonnie’s cheeks are flushed, warm and red like fruit. If she was an apple, she would have already been eaten down to the core. If she was a peach, it would be easier to explain why he ate her. He thinks to himself that he’s officially off the rails, comparing Bonnie to fruit like he is, but he’s trying to rationalize his irrationality. Because if Bonnie never stopped him, he’d definitely be eating something by now.

“Nothing happened.” She says, ignoring his expression and the silent plea in his eyes.

“Nothing.” He deadpans, throwing his shirt back over his head.

Damon thinks of how different things would be if he had his way. Bonnie, spent, drunk, high off of him. Bleeding and wild, pretty and dangerous, yelling for God. He would plunge Jeremy right out of her, help her find her magic again. Give her everything she could dream of. He gulps.

She doesn’t sleep with him tonight, not in the same bed. She’s on the opposite end of the boarding house when he hears her slide under the covers.

The next morning, he thinks to himself, if she even utters a word about last night, he’ll pick up from where he left off. But she doesn’t, her eyes are far away again, and the only proof he has of their adventures is the wonderful, purple hickey.

When movie night comes back around, his head is in her lap and her hand is back in his hair, running to and fro like him in his lavender fields.

That’s all he gets.

Every now and then, it’s enough.

Bonnie gives and takes, then takes away some more.

She’s the closest thing to God he’ll probably ever know.

#bamon #bamon fanfiction #bamon fanfic #bamon prompt #prompt #my writing #mine #tvd ff #tvd fanfiction #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #bonnie x damon #damon x bonnie

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aine-ayase · 3 years

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The bold text indicates albedo

the bold italic text indicates your speech

"If one day.."

Your smile strains, you've been holding the same pose for an hour and your muscles are starting to get numb. Yet you don't have a heart to ask for a break, not when he looks at you like your the only person in the world.

You close your eyes, letting your mond wander from the scratches of albedo's pencil, drawing you to the laughter of the calvary captain across the hall.

Today was a peaceful day.

"If one day.."

Albedo listened to your ramblings about a book you read a while ago, leaning in to your touch as you play with his hair.

He absorbs the feeling of your warmth, He misses it. He was working from dawn to dusk and not seeing you the entire day. He got a little agitated, snapping at anyone who makes a mistake at the workshop.

He would just apologize tomorrow. For now, he wishes he could spend his entire day with you.

"I loose control."

You would often times see your lover just sitting there and looking at nothing particular. If it were amber or kaeya who saw him like this they would just assume he was thinking of another expirament of his.

But you weren't them, and you knew him better than anyone in Mondstadt since he was your lover.

If you ask him, which you did before he would only brush you off. So you resort to take his hand and rub small circles to the back of his palm. You give him kisses even if you're unsure if he knows your here and cuddle him. Preparing his favorite flowers and food to eat after he's done.

You knew that look and you hated it because you can't do anything to help him.

It was as if he was fighting alone.

"I vanish."

Often times, you would leave mondstadt to go to Inazuma. He would give you a kiss on the forehead and you would say I love you before you leave to your journey.

But during those times, when he gaze at your back as you walk farther away from mondstadt city gates, he can't help the small crippling fear that tried to overtake him.

That one day you just leave without saying goodbye.

"Destroy mondstadt,"

You were friends with Venti, a bard that frequents Angels share. You loved his songs, and would give him an apple or some mora for a performance.

You knew his identity, He's confused with yours. That's why Venti allowed you to be closed to him, to understand yours better.

Albedo has a particular dislike for that lad, whenever you would come to the front of cathedral, he would follow you because he knew you were going to listen to that bard.

He wasn't jealous okay?

When Venti saw you hand in hand with the alchemist, his worries grew by tenfold. Poor Barbatos is starting to get a headache.

"Like a flash of wind,"

Albedo was blessed with a geo vision from the archon of liyue, he was more connected with the soil and earth than the winds.

He had a fascination on vision just like his desire to solve the meaning of living and you with no vision, he would only ramble about his discoveries.

One day, you told him about your first journey to Inazuma.

And your contract with the electro archon.

In exchange for giving your vision, you can come and go as you please in the country. It was a reckless and bold move.

A mortal asking for an exchange from a god? He scolded you for doing that, but you only gave him a smile and kissed his lips.

"Destroy everything."

You often make food for the three of you since the start of your relationship you had a sudden fascination on cooking and baking.

Since then, you've been in charge of the kitchen.

You woke up to the smell of smoke, you hurried your way to the source and see the Albedo and Klee running around trying to get the fire out.

After that disaster you make them sit still as you make breakfast, you didn't even know how they could burn the kitchen. You remember very well that Albedo can cook, after all you and klee would enjoy his special dish once a while.

Perhaps he lost touch? Possible.

"As you wake up to still silence ."

Albedo has to wake up every morning early, it's not an obligation it's just how his body is used to waking up early in the morning and head straight to his office to work.

But sometimes he would laze in his bed and stare at your sleeping face until you wake up.

Sometimes he would sketch your sleeping figure as he hum a tune, low enough so you wouldn't wake up.

His sketchbook hasn't been used for a while and it made him slightly dissapointed in himself.

He had a perfectly good model yet he hasn't been sketching them? How horrendous.

"Can i rely on you to stop me?"

Even if your vision was gone, your swordmanship is still sharp and as elegant as ever.

Your fighting style is swift and fast, since you don't have much. strength you chose to train yourself in speed and studied the weak points of a human to strike there.

You only had one sword, that you took everywhere with you. It was a sword coated in poison.

The poison isn't enough to kill anybody just enough to make them immobile or pass out.

And you loved sparing with your lover (with a wooden sword of course, you don't want him to get poisoned) You love how he used his sword. He's just so elegant and ugh..

You might fall in love with him again.

"Will you still remember and love me the same?"

Albedo loved painting you.

When you first step on your shared house the first thing you would see is a painting of you three under the big tree in Windrise.

Klee chasing a slime while you laugh at something he said.

He remembered you getting mad at him for not including himself in the portrait and took it upon yourself to sketch him.

You made him sit down beside where you last sat and sketched him, you're artstyle and his crashed but he couldn't have it any other way.

So if anyone asked why he looked different than the rest of the painting he would answer that you're the one who painted him in the portrait.

Thanks for reading.

bruh, i was like why is there no reads then suddenly remembered i forgot to tag... ;-;

#albedo x reader #im a simp #albedo imagines #albedo kreideprinz #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin venti #genshin albedo #albedo #genshin impact

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lavendersugarplum · 4 years

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☂︎ZEROᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ

(Umbrella Academy x Sibling!Adolescent!Reader)

❝00.00❞

☂︎ᴢᴇʀᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ

─━━━━━━⊱☂︎⊰━━━━━━─

ZERO GRACE HARGREEVES fixes her gaze out the window of Umbrella Academy staring out looking at the dried-out leaves moving across the ground and the grass swaying with the wind. You see, Zero had never been out of the house before. Reginald always told her it was bad for her to go outside. That it was a horrendous place. Even though the Elder man has passed, the rule just seemed to stick with her.

She found herself always confined in her room, Reginald had told her not to come out of. Though Sir Reginald was deceased, she still stayed in her room for most of her time, just without locked doors.

~☂︎~

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, AND SIX were heading out for another mission. Zero watched as they left, unconsciously starting to follow after them, wondering where they're going. Zero inched closer and closer to the door, as her ruby red flats went across the cardboard floor. As soon as she felt the coolness of the outside, a force pushed her back. She came to see the hostile eyes of her father.

Zero pointed outside the door where her siblings left, curious eyes facing her father. Reginald just shook his head in disappointment and kneeled to her height grabbing both of her shoulders; eye contact stern.

"Listen to me Number Zero. You must never go outside. The outside is a bad place not meant for you. Do you understand?"

Zero nodded in comprehension, but she was puzzled. Why couldn't she go with the others? Seconds later, Grace came over reaching for Zero's hands. Zero got scared and quickly snatched her hands away. Though resented, Grace kept her usual smile on her face.

"Come now, I'll make supper for you and Number Seven. Okay, dear?" Zero took one last look at Sir Reginald who still had his eyes still fixated on her with a severe gaze before walking away.

~☂︎~

HOURS HAD PAST. By this time all eight of the children were asleep. Reginald was occupied in his office fixing his monocle, before checking his watch. "Pogo! Grace! Come here at once."

Pogo, an advanced chimpanzee and Sir Reginald Hargreeves' assistant and friend at The Umbrella Academy, and Grace, the primary caregiver and adoptive mother of the eight children, materialized into his office . "Yes, Master Hargreeves?" Pogo said bowing. Reginald turned to the two of them as soon as they appeared.

"When I have no time left, I want you to watch over Number Zero. Make sure she stays quarantined in this house. You two will be her two companions. Make her feel as though you two are the only ones she can depend on. Now, do I make myself clear?" Reginald narrowed his eyes at the two.

"Is this really necessary? After all, she's just a chi—" Grace protested, but was silenced.

"Do I make myself clear?" Reginald repositioned, but in a more cold, hostile tone. Pogo looked up to Grace with a knowing look, as she held a hesitant expression.

"Yes, sir." The two said at the same time.

~☂︎~

ZERO SAUNTERS DOWN THE HALLWAY of the living room looking at the portraits. Paintings would fill every inch of the academy. All kinds of portraits would be sprawled out across the walls. The girl ceased at a portrait where it shows her brother Five Hargreeves, recalling the very moment of him going missing.

She remembered when she would always looked out her window on the porch, seeing if he would come back, but he never did.

~☂︎~

IN THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY RESIDENCE, the morning started just like any other with the Hargreeves'. The sound of a ring of a bell echoed through the Academy as the uniformed Hargreeves' children walked in a single file to the breakfast table. Once they got there, they waited patiently for their father to arrive, standing behind their chairs, quietly doing so.

After a few minutes Reginald came in alongside Zero who had her hands tucked tightly behind her back. Once they destinated to the table, the two departed wit Zero taking her seat beside Number Six, and Reginald positioning himself behind his own chair.

"Sit."

At the sound of the command, the children quickly reacted by pulling up their chairs and taking their seats. The children individually proceed to do their own things, with Herr Carlson playing in background. With Number Two scratching his knife into the arm rest of the chair, trying not to be caught by his strict father or snitch brother Number One who was eye flirting and exchanging smiles with Number Three, reciprocating. Number Four fiddled with some paper under the table, alongside Number Six who leaned over showing Zero a page in a book he liked by Anton Chekov, knowing Zero liked to read as well. Number Seven was at the right end of the table, quietly eating her meal.

But there was one certain Hargreeves that had trouble sealing his anger and irritation; And that Hargreeves was the prideful and mastermind Number Five. You see, Five had a burning desire to be able to test his ability to time travel and it ate him up inside that his father wouldn't allow him with a loathing passion. Instead of eating he stared down his father from the opposite end of the table, in vaxation; anger and frustration building up inside him. When his anger finally boiled over he grabbed his knife and jabbed it into the table. The loud sound caused everyone to turn his attention to him, with Zero’s frightened shoulders hoping.

"Number Five?" Reginald questions.

"I have a question."

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald replies.

Unsatisfied with his father's educated response Five forcefully pushes his plate forward and stands up.

"I want to time travel." Five said.

"No."

"But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five got up from his seat and demonstrated him doing a spatial jump, appearing next to Reginald. Five's power was Spatial Jumping, which gives him the ability to teleport both short and long distances.

"A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

Five's hands balled up in his pockets.

"I don't get it."

"Hence the reason you're not ready."

Zero peers around the table at everyone's gaping facial expressions. But her eyes specifically trained on Number Seven, who gave a shake of the head no to Five, trying to get him to sit back down and stop pushing the issue.

"I'm not afraid."

"Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald demanded, but Five still set up above everyone challenged at his father's utterance. The last thing Zero remembered was him running off outside, never to be seen again.

"Number Five. You haven't been excused! Come back here!"

Zero knew what he was going to do as she got up from her seat.

"Number Zero. Sit. Back. Down."

Zero didn't listen as she kept looking towards the door. Number Six tugged on her uniform sleeve a little, trying to get her attention. Number Six, observed her expression. It looked like she was trying to focus on something.

"Number Zero. Sit down. NOW!" Reginald yelled, making Zero snap out of her trance. She sat back down, hoping Five didn't do anything rash.

Number Six put his hand on Zero's shoulder, trying to make her feel better.

Therefore Number Five was never seen again, leaving his father, Grace, and his siblings behind, not aware of the consequences he would have to face.

~☂︎~

ZERO LOOKED AT the portrait a little longer, before turning away. She then trailed to the various family portraits that were displayed. Well, Zero wouldn't exactly call it a family portrait. Not everyone was entirely included. She and Vanya were not allowed to be in family portraits.

To Zero, these portraits weren't just any kind of portraits with her family just posing. To her it captured the emotions of her siblings trying to hold it together year after year as they evolved.

Zero would always look to the side at Vanya, seeing her with a downcast look on her face whenever she was not included. She remembered that she would always look away to the side, whenever she felt like she disappointed Reginald. Zero would just have a blank facial expression, being the most disciplined, that she became like a mindless zombie, always obeying when she was told to do something. She would only simply nod when spoken to. That's what caused her to get more mute over the years. So you can't expect a whole conversation with her, just a few conversations, never really speaking to anyone besides, her dear brother.

Number Six

~☂︎~

EVERYONE EXCEPT ZERO was gathered in Luther's room.

"S-she's kinda weird, right? I mean think about it." Number Two said.

"I don't think she's weird." Number Seven said quietly that no one heard.

"Yeah and she's always going off with Dad somewhere. It's like she's getting more and more mindless every day." Number Four said.

"You don't understand." Five suddenly said. This made everyone look to Five.

"You can't call her weird because you don't understand her. We don't know what she's going through. Don't judge something you don't understand." When Five finished everyone got quiet, taking into consideration what Five just said.

Number Three looked around to see Number Six gone.

"Hey, where's Six?"

~☂︎~

NUMBER SIX WENT OUT OF LUTHER'S ROOM to see Zero’s door wide open. He walked quietly to the door with a book in hand. Six peeped around the corner of the door to see Zero reading a book. He was kinda overjoyed to see that Zero had the same interest as him.

Six slowly started to walk in. When he took another step, the floor creaked, making Zero go stiff and turn around slowly. She looked to see Six, standing just outside her door. Zero was slightly surprised to see one of her siblings at her door. Usually, everyone would just ignore her as if she wasn't there. As if she was nothing. As if she mattered 0%. At least that's what Reginald told them to do.

"U-uh hi."

Zero just stared at him in surprise.

"Um, I got this book for you. I've noticed how much you like to read, s-so I thought it would be nice. It's really good. I promise." He handed the book over to her. Zero hesitantly looked at him and then the book She hesitantly took it and looked at the cover. Zero always liked hardcover books.

"Well enjoy the book, okay? Bye." Six started to exit the room, but before he could the unbelievable happened.

"T-t-thanks." Zero managed utter out quietly enough for Six to hear.

Number Six's eyes widened, then his expression slowly turned into a smile before walking away.

Zero looked to see if he was gone before opening the book.

~☂︎~

ZERO GAVE A SMALL SMILE at the memory, but not before remembering that he doesn't exist now. He passed years after Five’s disappearance. She didn't even get to attend the funeral. She could only watch from her secured shut window. The two were best friends ever since that day. Zero always thought Six was a little weird at first, but she started warming up to him day by day. He was truly a real brother to her.

~☂︎~

EVERYONE WAS IN the dining room eating dinner except Zero who just staring down at her plate. Everyone kept giving occasional glances at her, with concerned glances. Zero glanced at the empty seat next to her. The seat that would never be filled again.

"Number Zero, stop staring at your food and eat, this instant.

"I.......I..

All of a sudden the building started to shaking uncontrollably. Causing everyone to be frightened.

"Number Zero, control yourself!" Reginald demands. But Zero just keeps staring at her plate.

"Number Zero."

"Number Zero!"

Suddenly the shaking came to a stop. Everyone was staring at Zero wide-eyed. None of them knew what her powers were. It has always been a mystery. Not even Reginald Hargreeves himself knew, which is why he had to keep her contained.

" .......I'm....sorry..."

"Perhaps it's best if you go back to your room, where you belong." Reginald said with disappointment written on his face.

Zero simply nodded and headed back to her room that felt like a prison she could never escape.

Seven and Four watched sympathetically as Zero walked to her room.

She heard the sound of her door locking, signaling that she couldn't go back out.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS IN HER ROOM looking in the mirror at her 13-year-old body. Why is she still young? Zero ages very slowly. Reginald gave his blood to slow down Zero's aging process. Even though she is technically 29, because of her slow age process she's still just a kid. Zero rubbed the eye bags under her eyes on her pale (s/c) skin from lack of sunlight. As she did this, she thought about how her life is now.

One had to leave for his mission on the moon. And Zero knew it wasn't for any important reason.

She doesn't know what the rest of her siblings, besides Seven are doing. Which is kind of sad if you think about it. Zero was so trapped in her own house all her life that she didn't realize how isolated she is from everything.

From everyone, shielded from the world.

Seven became a writer and a violinist. Zero would always read her book about what it was like for her in Umbrella Academy. She couldn't grasp why Vanya was right such a thing like this in the first place. Giving up the family secrets just like that. She still remembered when she was getting ready to leave.

~☂︎~

Zero looked to see her sister heading out the door.

"You have to go?" Zero said making Seven turn around.

"Yes, I have to go. I have no place here anymore. I'll try to come to visit okay." Seven said going over to hug her, but Zero quickly backed away shaking her head. Seven looked at her sympathetically. She knew Zero wasn't used to touch.

"You'll be okay, right?"

There was a long pause before Zero nodded.

Seven smiled and headed to the door. The truth was that she didn't want to leave Zero at that hellish place, but Zero was still in Reginald's custody.

"Bye, Zero," Seven said before she left, leaving Zero alone, waving goodbye at nothing. Her hand slowly came down as Reginald lead her back to her room.

~☂︎~

ZERO BRUSHED HER HAIR, fixing her tied up, red headband, getting ready for the funeral. What she didn't know was that her family was coming.

And that this day was going to change her life.

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The Roseville Murders

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Female Reader

After getting yourself into a rather tragic incident, you are reassigned to work elsewhere to protect your young career as a detective.

Your life would sure but slowly change when you meet a bright journalist named Jed Olsen, always looking to get inside information from you regarding the murders in Roseville. Seeking Jed Olsen’s help in finding the Ghostface, a spark ignited between the two of you.

Chapter One: Roseville

Y/N rubbed her eyes, tired from the long car ride you just endured. It was a long car ride from your old home but at least the day was nice. It wouldn’t be long until dusk came. In a way, you were glad. You often thrived in the nighttime and took it as an opportunity to wind down and finally rest. It was a large rental truck that you had taken on your journey to your new home, Roseville. You didn’t necessarily choose the location; you were assigned to go there. After the incident, you were assigned to help in the investigation regarding some gnarly murders. This piqued your interest since you had an interest in crime and journalism, more so crime.

It was quite the strange time, being a junior detective, or that’s what they called you anyways. Your time in the police academy was short-lived, it didn’t take long to become a detective in the nineties. Even so, you managed to impress some detectives and officers. You also had an eye for stuff that would normally slip other people’s mind, the small details were more or less important to you. Admittedly, your interest in detective work stemmed from the fact you loved horror movies and shows. Even books. It would be a silly idea in the eyes of others but you figured you could do some good. You were also extremely annoyed at how incompetent other officers could be, not writing reports in detail or straight up refusing to do a full investigation. It was ridiculous and you figured you’d try and change this.

Johnathan Stevens was the name of your supervisor, an older gentleman. He formerly investigated murders and unsolved crimes in the fifties and sixties, his prime. Some would even consider his work to dabble in the supernatural. You weren’t sure if you believed such things, not that you were a skeptic since there were small things you couldn’t explain growing up. His work was great nonetheless and he saw the potential in you. You admired him and he gave a good word to others on your behalf. He was the reason you got a job in helping the investigation in Roseville. Ah yes, Roseville.

You were excited in a way. Johnathan was able to get you a role in the investigation of the Roseville Murders. The prime suspect was a man in a costume who went by the name Ghost Face. They ultimately branded the series of murders as the Ghost Face Murders. Y/N read the files and you began to think of your own theories on who this mysterious murderer could be. The murders were premeditated and were always executed in a similar fashion. Y/N saw some photos left behind by the Ghost Face, he enjoyed posing and took pride in his work. Your train of thought suddenly ended when you saw the town’s sign.

“Welcome to Roseville.” You subconsciously mumbled. There was a slight feeling of regret and worry that itched at you from the inside but you brushed it off. No going back now, you wanted to be a good detective and help those in need.

Your hands brushed towards your turn signals. The apartment you rented wasn’t too far and you didn’t have too many things you brought with you. Roseville seemed like a quiet little city, very peaceful and tidy. A part of you had trouble even imagining that such grizzly murders could take place in what people would consider a perfect town or city. This seemed like a place where somebody would want to raise a family or live a quiet life, it pretty much had everything you needed. You didn’t blame them, the big city life was horrendous, as were the crimes there committed. Y/N sighed deeply as you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. It was red and looked somewhat old. Not that it mattered, you were happy with anything at this point. You rubbed your eyes again before resting your forehead on your steering wheel, putting your car into park.

It was about 6:00 PM, you didn’t have to be at the station until 7:30 PM. Much to your dismay, it was enough time to talk to your landlord. You had met prior on a phone call and you got the apartment rather easily. You saw pictures and were instantly keen on getting a lease for it. You checked your mirror to quickly fix your hair up and refresh yourself. After a moment or two, you got out and walked towards the door. Y/N pushed it open and caught a glimpse of the lobby. It was well-furnished and tidy. It was a lot better than your old apartment building in the city. Your mood lightened up, looking forward to a somewhat quieter life. You figured you had your share of the city bars and nightclubs, other shenanigans you encountered when you were slightly younger. You took a few steps in and walked towards the main office. Your shyer tendencies made you hesitate but you knocked lightly on the door, pushing it open.

“Hello?” You called out as you made eye-contact with a blonde woman.

“How can I help you?” The woman asked you, putting away some papers into a filing cabinet.

Her hair was actually kind of long and seemed natural. Her skin was fair and her eyes were a darker shade of blue. The woman’s dark eyebrows helped in bringing out her beautiful features. She was a thin but tall woman. Her attire consisted of a white turtleneck with a cardigan, dress, and black dress shoes with long, white stockings. It was a healthy mix of coziness and business. Y/N smiled kindly and extended her hand out.

“I’m Y/N L/N. I assume that you’re Deborah?” You asked as she quickly returned the smile, a more charming one. She shook your hand, her touch felt welcoming, something that was needed in Roseville.

“Yes, I am. Lovely to finally meet you! How was the trip?” She asked as you shrugged slightly.

“A bit boring but I made it.” You replied as she giggled a bit.

“Take it from me, Roseville is happy you decided to come. The rumors and murders have driven a few people away. We’re happy to have another officer to help.” Deborah said to you.

“Yeah, well, if anybody ever gives you trouble then you’ll know where to find me.” You said as she perked up. Deborah quickly walked towards her desk and grabbed a set of old, somewhat rusty keys. With a sweet smile, the woman planted the metal in your palm.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate you choosing here to live. If you need help unloading your stuff, my brothers are one call away.” She said. With that voice and attitude, the woman would have made an excellent commercial woman.

“I should be fine.” You assured the woman before exiting the office space.

You swiftly walked out towards the parking lot. It was a rather nice evening so far. The sky was a mixture of pink and red with a nice breeze. You held your forehead for a second, having small flashbacks of a man grunting and swearing. You shut your eyes tightly for a moment before sighing stubbornly. Y/N didn’t want to waste anymore time remembering what happened, it was pointless. A part of you felt gross and weird. Your eyes narrowed in an annoyed manner, looking at the stuff you had to bring in.

Maybe you didn’t want to bring in that stuff anymore. You looked around, there was a bakery and a coffee shop nearby on the beautifully constructed sidewalks. Each shop had a small garden or some sort of plant in the front. Roseville was old in an industrial sort of way but the shops, houses, and plant life made it have a rather beautiful aesthetic. Not only that but you enjoyed the weather. You sighed softly, deciding that you should just walk to the police station. Ignoring the lazy and depressing feeling you had, you decided to just walk to clear your head of the memories. And so, you locked the doors to the rental truck and began your little adventure.

“You realize what you’ve done, right?” Jonathan questioned you, his nostrils flaring slightly. In his eyes were a deep stare of concentration. You felt numb but remorseless, you kept your head down.

“He was going to hurt me, Jon.” You mumbled to him, your eyebrows tightly knitted as you looked for any sort of agreement within his eyes. The man sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Jonathan seemed tired.

“I know he was, kid... but you shot a man. You took a mans life. I understand you did it to defend yourself but the court might not see it that way.” He said.

“Well, I’m glad I did. He would’ve hurt more women. Innocent women.” You replied with bitterness in your voice. He sighed before sitting down, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. His eyes met yours as you looked away.

You thought about the incident a lot. You replayed your own screams in your head before the distinct sound of a gun fired in your ears. Before you even realized it, you were staring dead ahead, reliving it with intense focus. It’s not like you wanted to, it was automatic and you still didn’t process most of it. In fact, it felt like a dream. Y/N shut her eyes, exhaling sharply before looking at the man in front of her. Your eyelids rested, the numbness overcoming the raw feeling of the flashback you had just endured.

“There’s... a case in a city. A smaller city. If I talked to the others and reassigned you somewhere far, would you do it? We’ve known you for years and we care. I know that man could’ve hurt my wife, my daughter, my sister... we understand. Not many people know about this. We could help you.” He said.

“What do you mean? Won’t I be charged for it?” You asked him.

“Np, not if we... sweep this under the rug. But, if we do this then you have to do something in return. Do you want this?” He asked you. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you pondered his offer for a moment, you looked around the room.

“I-I do, but... will they actually do this? For me?” Y/N asked as he nodded. He seemed a bit gruff, just tired from the paperwork.

“We’ve discussed it but listen to me. You can’t tell anybody about this. We’re doing you a big favor, a huge one. The director said that more officers and detectives are needed in Roseville, he said they’d be glad to accept you. This will be a lot better than telling the court what happened.” He said.

“I, yeah, yeah.” You said, nodding in slight anticipation. Nonetheless, you were very grateful for this opportunity.

“Whenever you’re ready then but it might have to be in the next week or two.” Jonathan said to you as he looked around, somewhat nervously.

“Thank you...” You replied a bit awkwardly, not sure how to display your gratitude for him. He only nodded with a small smile, patting your head.

“Go home, kid. I’ll handle the guy.” He said as you nodded.

You sighed as you looked upwards, the sky was a mixture of purple and blue. This was your favorite type of weather. It brought peace and calmness. A small smile curled onto your lips when you thought of the old times, when you first experienced freedom and happiness. Your hands slid into your pockets as you continued to walk down the sidewalk, your gaze averting to the large building ahead. The Roseville Police Department, your future workplace.

The building looked rather strange for a police department. It had gates and vines around it, it almost looked like a school. Then again, school was indeed prison. You didn’t think about school much, in fact, you hated it. You never could relate to the other teens. Aside from writing and art, you really enjoyed watching horror movies. Anything horror intrigued you, books and movies alike. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you were a horror fanatic. Strangely, it sort of inspired you to pursue this career. You were always pretty tough, blood and gore never bothered you. Even when you went to a morgue, it brought a small feeling of peace knowing the deceased were at rest.

You got closer and closer to the station, quickly since you were so lost within your own thoughts. The doors to the station were wooden yet grey, very large. Y/N looked around, there were very few police cars. Maybe being understaffed wasn’t the problem, it’s the fact that they seemed to be very poorly funded. You pushed the large door open, looking around the inside of the station. It was very eerie and quiet but seemed very cozy. A perfect image of the nineties. With your arms crossed, you walked up to the front desk. There was a cup of coffee, you assumed it was cold and took another look around. There were medical beds and tons of chairs stacked together. Not only that but there were statues and paintings. The paintings seemed old but the faces were creepy. Upon staring at them, you soon found inspiration in their haunting gazes.

This was going to be an interesting job, you thought.

Jed Olsen sighed deeply as he looked through different piles of papers that were piled together. It was rather stressful to have to proof-read his coworker’s work. Some of the work he looked over was really badly written. No wonder somebody of his talents got that job really easily. Ever since he arrived at Roseville, he thought he made a good impact on the city. Roseville lived in fear and that’s how he liked it.

As the young man’s thoughts turned towards his other line of profession, he smiled widely and rested his eyebrows. His name wasn’t actually Jed, it was Danny Johnson. Jed Olsen was the alter ego that Danny created when he came to this place. Aside from killing, writing was one of his professions. Danny was good at it and he even got to write about his own murders. It was exhilarating, to say the least. It brought excitement to this city, it brought excitement into his own life. The journalist façade was a great gig, he needed a job anyways. It was very convenient nobody questioned him or invited him to the bar. Then again, he was a bit younger so his coworkers didn’t bother to hang out with him much.

Danny looked around cautiously before pulling his bag towards him. He only carried around his camera. In his office, there weren’t any cameras and his door actually had a lock. There wasn’t anybody around since it was the evening and he decided to stay late to proof-read papers. His camera was black yet worn out and scratched up. Still, he chose to ignore it since that thing was his prized possession. Danny pretty much checked on it everyday to make sure it wasn’t broken and to just simply admire his work he did on it.

“Hmm...” He hummed to himself as he clicked through the photos on it. He smirked looking through his work.

His next murder was going to be perfect. Danny planned on getting more photos of Ghostface doing his heinous crimes. Jed Olsen managed to get photos of the serial killer taking pictures of his murders in rather cocky ways. And of course, the police had no idea that it was him who did it. The police here were amateurs that didn’t do their job right. It was incredibly easy getting away with the murders and surprisingly, the FBI didn’t get involved. Oh well, the law enforcement probably had other things to deal with right now.

As he clicked through the photos, thinking about his next murders, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the familiar chime of the front door open. Maybe it was his boss? Danny quickly put his camera away in his desk drawer and rushed to unlock his door. The Roseville Gazette was usually a quiet place. He looked up as he noticed a young woman at the front desk of the gazette.

“Hey, how can I help you?” He asked, immediately switching to his Jed persona.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I was wondering if there was a Jed Olsen around here? I didn’t realize it was quiet here.” She said with a smile.

For a moment, Danny focused on her smile. It was a beautiful and genuine smile. Strange but not everybody was as shallow as his victims or the people he met. His gaze averted to her eyes and then her face. She was indeed a very beautiful person. A pleasant surprise, not that Danny ever indulged in romance.

“You’re speaking to him.” He replied with a playful shrug.

Y/N stared at him for a second before raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh. well nice to meet you, Mr. Olsen.” You said as you extended your hand.

“The pleasure is mine.” Danny replied as he shook your hand.

The touch of your hand was rather soft. He didn’t know it yet but he felt slightly flustered. Danny never really met anybody that he considered attractive. Maybe he did but he never paid attention to that sort of thing.

“Do you have time right now? Or wanna schedule a date to quickly go over your work?” You asked him.

“A date?” He asked blankly. Danny didn’t know what you meant but his brain took it in a romantic way since he thought you were pretty. Your eyebrows furrowed awkwardly in confusion as you nodded slightly with a small smile.

“Um, yeah... I can come back sometime or we can meet at a coffee shop. I’m a detective so... yeah.” You say, automatically getting awkward around people your age. Danny nearly facepalmed himself but his mind quickly went to darker places.

A new detective? A detective who wanted to talk to him one-on-one? None of the detectives decided they wanted to question him. Did this woman find something? Did she suspect him? She looked like she could be a psychologist or something so maybe she wanted to see how he’d react when explaining the Ghostface articles he wrote? He’d have to get her last name and see where she lived. Y/N looked like she’d be easy to kill.

“Jed?” She asked in concern.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely... I have time right now. Sorry, I just get zoned out when I think of the murders and the sick photos he took.” He apologized.

“Don’t be sorry, that type of stuff is something nobody can get used to.” You reassured him. Jed was actually quite handsome.

“Yeah, you’re right. Come into my office.” He said, signaling with his head where his office was. You followed him in.

The office was old. It seemed rather boring at first but that’s what office jobs are for, anyways. His desk was quite clean. Jed seemed to be a very organized person. It would make sense considering his work on the Ghostface murders. You took a seat across from his desk and smiled a bit as he sat down. You were a pretty diligent worker so got straight to the point.

“So, Jed... as you know, there’s an ongoing investigation on the Ghostface Murders that I was assigned to.” You began. Danny nodded, leaning back in his office chair comfortably. He stared at you intently, watching your expression as he worried.

“I took on the liberty of reading your work on the murders. You write about him in a very peculiar way... admirably, almost.” You said to him. Danny tried to hide his worry but he was trying to figure out a way to kill you quickly. Maybe you were FBI? You were already sharper compared to the other officers/

“Anyways, I really love your work, Jed. I’ve taken a personal interest in the Ghostface. And as a detective, I’d like to get to try and get to know him as best I can.” You said with a hint of excitement in your eyes.

“Get to know him…?” He replied, slowly reaching for the knife taped under his desk.

“With your work and your input, I could put together a psychological report on him. If we want to catch him, we should figure out what type of person he is first.” Y/N said.

Danny’s fingers stopped right above the knife. His hand slowly backed away from the bottom of the desk. So, she didn’t suspect him? Danny almost laughed out of relief and at her. He was stupid for thinking she could’ve found out he was Ghostface. Y/N only seemed to be interested in his work.

“Oh, I see… yeah, that would make sense.” He said to you as you crossed one leg.

“I’m glad you agree. I’m determined to catch him and maybe even see his motivation.” You replied to him. Danny’s eyes sparked for a moment as he stared at you.

“His motivation?” He asked as you thought for a moment.

“Probably sounds strange, I know but… he must have a reason, right? And I find it so interesting how he goes about his murders. I actually have a theory about him.” You explained.

You seemed to trust Jed Olsen. The other officers and detectives said he liked to bug and probe them all the time for more information regarding the murders and what their progress was like. And truth be told? There was very little they could go off of. Ghostface was too methodical and careful, left absolutely no trace of himself besides the pictures Jed retrieved. He was a hard-working journalist and you had a good feeling about him, anywyas.

He was also pretty cute.

“I don’t think it’s strange, at all. I’ve never seen any of the detectives so passionate about the case. They always brush me off… so, what’s this theory?” Danny asked you, watching your expressions.

“Well, I only just saw your work today but I thought about it when I walked here. Ghostface seems to be rather cocky, a common trait in younger men. But, since we never caught him or anything, I know he’s really careful with what he does. The murders are also premeditated. They’re too… clean and carefully executed even if it is a bloodbath.” You sort of rambled on.

A weird feeling tingled inside of Danny as you continued to explain your theory.

“He’s really cunning and methodical. And based on my other observations, I think he uses the murders as a way of expressing himself. I’ve read about other serial killers caught… they usually leave marks, take trophies, and know the victim in some ways. Or they’re just cold-blooded but not in his case. I think he sees the murders as a form of art or something along those lines.” You said to him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. Who the hell was she? Danny thought for a moment. She was right, he did see his murders as art and something beautiful. Did she see it that way too? This woman was strange, indeed. As as young detective, he admired her naive nature.

“That would actually make sense… he does seem to make an unnecessarily big mess when killing and yet, the police can’t find anything on him? It makes total sense.” Jed replied.

“Right? Anyways, I was going to ask if you can type of a report or something along those lines. Give me every single detail you know about him and your analogy. Your input could be vital to solving this case.” You said, standing up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, detective, why are you so interested in him? You’re really passionate about this.” He said to you.

“I wanna understand him and see more of his artwork… it’s pretty fascinating. Also, you can just call me Y/N. Have that report ready in a week?” She asked him.

“Yeah, definitely.” Danny replied to you.

“See you then, Jed.” Y/N said as she nodded with a confident smile.

Y/N was indeed young and naive. Although, she didn’t share anything confidential, she placed a lot of trust into the journalist. Then again, why should she be untrusting of him? The young woman was so passionate, intelligent, and seemed to have a very strong sense of independence. Danny assumed she came here without any authority, taking matters into her own hands. A by-the-book cop? Maybe, maybe not. Danny found that strangely attractive. However, she might even hinder his efforts and catch him. He couldn’t let that happen, yet…

There was something so intoxicating about her. Danny never met anybody that was so compassionate and understanding to his cause. Maybe, he saw her motivation in his own twisted way. This woman wanted to understand him, to see things as he does. Nobody has ever went to that length for him. Not only that but, she had no problem talking about such grimey things in a way that she didn’t get disgusted. The man had a bit of a crazed stare in his eyes as he began to recall her features.

Detective Y/N, just who were you?

And so, the obsession begins.

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shoichee · 4 years

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Hi, congrats on 100!! Could I please request 27 for Kasamatsu? Thank you very much, and good luck on your finals! :D

Kasamatsu x Reader

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

Word Count: 4416

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Note: the Replace novel starring the Kaijō team was a HUGE inspiration for this, and dear anon who requested this, I hope you’re still around;; I’m sorry it took so long EEEEE But yes! I did okay on my finals anon! I hope you’re doing well too~

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Look it’ll be quick… n-no one’s here as far as I know.”

“B-But…”

“J-Just… be quiet for a s-second, okay?”

“H-H-Huh?! Ah…”

Huh? Kise stopped himself before leaning closer to the edge of the building, slightly doubting his ears. Wasn’t that Senpai’s voice? With someone else…? Alone?

“Oh come on, why are you even block the wa—oh, ohhhhhh, are there any cute girls nearby?—”

“Shh,” Kise hissed, harshly waving his hand over Moriyama’s face to give a signal to stay quiet. “Listen…”

“A-Are you done, Kasamatsu-san…?”

“I-I-I… uh, just…um…”

Kise and Moriyama shared a look of shock… then registration… and finally a look of that spelled nothing but trouble. Immediately, they both simultaneously crouched to squat and share their “realizations” together in hushed whispers.

“Quick—when was the last time Senpai talked to anyone outside of basketball?”

“Hmmmmmm, certainly none of the girls I’ve tried to approach.”

“No, that’s obviously not what I meant!” Kise said, facepalming. “Anyone in your year that he’s been talking to? Maybe anyone in class?” Moriyama continued to hum in deep concentration before he lifted his index finger in a “eureka” moment.

“He’s been talking to (y/n)-san in the hallways recently!” he quietly exclaims, pounding his fist against his open palm to emphasize. “Though their conversations have sounded nothing remotely romantic. No charm, I say.” He struck a pose after to imply that he himself was the charismatic individual.

“.... Right,” he deadpanned, expecting nothing less from his quite… eccentric upperclassman. “Welp, now that we narrowed it down who he might be talking to, I don’t wanna spy on them… but I’m really curious if it’s really this (y/n)-san you mentioned.”

“Well,” Moriyama pouted with a grumble. “One peek wouldn’t hurt.”

“I guess you’re right…”

Kise cautiously scans his surroundings and gauges the situation “clear” to slowly peer from behind the corner of the building, where both of them had been seeking shelter from for the past several minutes. Moriyama follows suit, poking his head out just underneath Kise to see.

Kasamatsu’s back mostly covered your figure, but the view of what was happening did not slip by either Kaijō players’ eyes. He had his arms partially around your head while you were pressed up against his chest. You were gripping onto his loose blazer on his sides to presumably stabilize yourself while Kasamatsu was… fiddling with something on top of your hair? Even so, there’s no denying that the both of you were currently very, very physically close.

“Look… d-does it really take that long to take out petals from hair strands?” you mumbled, looking up at Kasamatsu’s face while trying not to move your head to avoid disrupting his “handiwork.” “I can do this myself....”

“W-W-Well, you can’t risk yourself being unkempt when you go back to class.” Kasamatsu gave a poor attempt at trying to lecture you, judging from his stammers and the way he slightly turns his head to the side to avoid your curious scrutiny. “It’s more thorough this… way. It’s the w-week where these blossoms fall rampantly… you have to be careful where you’re walking under…” In turning his face slightly towards Kise’s and Moriyama’s direction, his exposed flushed face puts the cherry blossom trees around them to shame.

So that’s what he was doing. Kise narrowed his eyes in pity at his captain, and Moriyama expressed a similar expression at Kasamatsu’s struggles. The poor captain’s hands were shaking non-stop. Not only that, he’s been darting his eyes everywhere since you’ve been gazing up at him from below. No wonder he’s been standing there unable to quickly pluck off the petals.

“Should we leave our captain alone to let him lead his own destiny?”

“What are you even talking about, Moriyama-se—”

“W-Whoa!! What a(l)e you [guys doing] he(l)e? Why a(l)e you sneaking a(l)ound (r)ike that?”

Kise and Moriyama instantly whip their heads behind in a panic, seeing a curious Hayakawa jogging up to be with his teammates, and the both instantly pounce on the poor rebound player to slap desperate hands over his mouth.

“Sh-Shhhhhhhhh!”

“Mrmpgh—?!! Lef—What [is going] on?”

“Hayakawa-senpai, please—just be quiet for a sec!”

The ruckus causes Kasamatsu and you to break out of the oddly intimate moment to face towards the direction of the sudden noises. After looking at each other questionably, albeit briefly and with stiff eye contact, there was an unspoken consensus for you two to investigate behind the corner of the building. Imagine both of you guys’ surprise when you two see a tangle of limbs between the Kaijō starter players. Kobori somehow arrived prior, separating poor Hayakawa from his two assailants.

“What… What the hell are you guys doing?!”

“Kasamatsu-senpai!! Is it t(l)ue [that you] and (y/n)-san a(l)e da—mrmf—!”

“Ahaha… we didn’t expect to see you here, Senpai~” Kise smiles with a slight grimace, hand still firm on Hayakawa’s mouth.

“It must be fate, yes surely!” Moriyama confidently speaks, flipping his fringe. Both Kise and Moriyama drop Hayakawa and straighten themselves up. “How else would we encounter such a situation as unique as this?”

“Why are you all here?” Kasamatsu sputters indignantly, but everyone (except you) saw how horrendously red his face was. You peek out from behind his back curiously, noting how Kasamatsu did a 180 in his personality compared to whenever he spoke with you.

“Kasamatsu-san… are they your teammates? You seem very close with them.”

“That’s—”

“Now, now, Kasamatsu-san… we’re only here because we were concerned where you went is all,” Kobori reassures a flustered captain. Kise only stares at him incredulously, but it seems that Kasamatsu, as usual, buys into Kobori’s naivete.

“I see…”

“Wow… the fact that your entire group came to look for you is very sweet of them,” you chime. “They really care for you, Kasamatsu-san…” When you elbow him at his ribs playfully, he immediately straightened himself like a plank.

“N-Nn.”

“Well… it’s almost time for class, so I have to go, see you all!”

“W-Wait, your… uh, hair, um—”

“I can get out the rest of the petals in the restroom, but thank you for trying! I’ll see you later!”

“R-Right…” He puts up his hand in a shy wave as you dash away, but he immediately drops it once you are out of the vicinity to hound on his teammates. “Were you watching this entire time? And stop with the looks—that’s creepy as hell!”

“Sooooooo…”

“Senpai, could it be that you and…”

“Kasamatsu-senpai! I’m (l)ooting fo(l) you!”

“N-N-No!!” he denies, ready to hold an iron fist to stop their antics, but Kobori gently holds onto his raised arm.

“Alright, let’s calm down a bit,” Kobori reasons with a placid smile. “I’m sure we’re all a bit curious because you hardly talk to anyone outside of basketball, right?”

“Kobori…”

“Have you heard of the prerequisites of the key elements of the blooming spring, Kasamatsu?” Moriyama asks, immediately drawing confused looks towards the 3rd-year.

“Moriyama-senpai, we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kise says, asking the question that’s occupying everyone's mind.

“The key elements…! In the season of new birth, to enrich the experience, they are ‘hanami,’ ‘plums,’ and ‘spring cleaning!’ Of course, the prerequisite to these would be…”

“Please stop—”

“... to have a cute date.”

“... This is ridiculous,” Kasamatsu says irritatedly. “I’m going to class.” He immediately speed-walks to the adjacent building, leaving a scheming group behind.

“You know, if it’s true that he does like (y/n)-san, shouldn’t we help him? It’s the least we can do for our captain,” Kobori suggested.

“That sounds too troublesome,” Kise frowns, averting his gaze to also start to walk away, but Hayakawa immediately latches to his arm to pull him back.

“Don’t be (r)ike that! We have to do this as a team effo(l)t!”

“How did it become like this?!”

“Well…” Moriyama audibly ponders, stroking his chin. “If we make this successful for Kasamatsu, perhaps this can be a template for our own love lives! A sign that we will meet our fated ones this spring!”

“Yes, yes! Mo(l)iyama-senpai is abso(r)ute(r)y (l)ight!”

Oh god, Kise mentally sighs. What has he gotten himself into?

———

“Why are you guys surrounding me like that? Did you not hear me say that we have to change quickly? We can’t have the lockers for long today, considering that the janitor will come to do their routine clean-ups.”

“According to my online research,” Moriyama states, “this mint-scented deodorant will guarantee mutual attraction from the person you like.”

“Wha—?”

“Ignoring what Moriyama-senpai said,” Kise elaborates, scratching his head. “Is it really true that you like (y/n)-san? Otherwise, they’ll keep getting the wrong idea, senpai.”

Kasamatsu gapes like a fish, pulling his shirt collar as he starts to sweat and flush.

“Kise! Be a bit tactfu(r)! You do not unde(l)stand how to app(l)oach this!”

“What’s there to understand, Hayakawa-senpai!? It’s better to be direct about this, or otherwise we’ll be doing this for nothing!”

“Kise may be right,” Moriyama muses. “To be honest gives a feeling of a fresh start in the spring. Kasamatsu, you should follow this example and leave all the baggage behind to obtain a new start.” Kasamatsu could only stand there glued to his spot as his teammates continued to corner him, blocking any possible route to the locker exit.

“I… I…” he gulps. “Th—... that’s… I… like…” His voice dwindles to the softest whisper, but it easily resonates throughout the locker room, where the team had fallen silent in straining to hear and hang onto his every syllable.

“So you do like (y/n)-san,” Moriyama exclaimed, the first one to break the silence. “I see, I didn’t think they were your type.”

“H-Hey…?! Can you not say it like that!?”

“You can’t distort the truth, though. Anyways, you should chat with (y/n)-san nicely.”

“I already do!!” Kasamatsu half-shouts, but he immediately bows his head down shyly. “Wh-What’s a… good topic, you think… to talk to (y/n)-san…?”

“Huh? Just normal topics,” Kise replies, not sure what Kasamatsu meant by the question.

“What’s… normal?”

“Just talk to them like you’ve always done, senpai.”

“Y-Yes, but… h-how can I talk to hint that I l-l-l-like… never mind this is hopeless—”

“Ask them to come watch ou(l) next match [and have] (y/n)-san chee(l) fo(l) you!!”

“N-No! Anyone would run away from that!”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the locker doors opened with a bang, with a very weary janitor standing with his equipment on standby. With a flurry of apologies to the janitor, Kasamatsu recovers himself and ushers everyone out before bidding him a good evening. Walking out of campus several minutes later in silence, Kobori breaks the silence.

“Why don’t we help you, Kasamatsu? Maybe through different methods you will find the best way to ask for a date. Perhaps asking for a cup of tea would be sufficient…?”

“I’m not gonna involve myself with this! No way in hell!”

“Senpai, so you’re just gonna wait and let it fester—u-uwah?!” Moriyama immediately sprays the mint-scented deodorant down Kise’s back to silence him before turning back to Kasamatsu with a straight face.

“What if someone else steals (y/n)-san away for their own elements of spring? After all, it is the perfect atmosphere for them to communicate with the person you like with pickup techniques, with high chances of success.”

“N-No way (y/n)-san would just go along with a random stranger!”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re more suave and have that particular charisma that they’re secretly weak to.”

“Moriyama-senpai, you might be going too far…”

“Kasamatsu, he’s right though, if you hang around (y/n)-san more, not only would you learn more about them, but you’ll protect them from potential unwanted people.” Kobori’s calm voice rang louder above the clamors of the starter players, and everyone immediately looked to Kasamatsu for his response. Kise mentally sighs at how Kobori always manages to misinterpret Moriyama’s words.

“Fine—but only to make sure (y/n)-san will be safe! Don’t get any funny ideas!”

———

Praise. Make them laugh. Praise. Make them laugh. Say something interesting. Say something interesting. Praise. Use a normal topic.

Kasamatsu stands at his usual spot, waiting for you to leave class and meet up with him after school. Only this time, his hands grow clammy, his thick brows deeply furrowed as he wills himself to stop shaking. His teammates spying on him from behind the hallway corner certainly wasn’t helping him either.

“I told you, there’s no way I’m gonna involve myself with this!”

“Come on, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama sighed, shaking the mint-scented deodorant on hand. “We talked about this yesterday. You agreed to this, remember?”

“It was to make sure no one weird bothers (y/n)-san! Why do I have to go along with this?!”

“So you’re fine if I hold (y/n)-san’s hand in the name of destiny…”

“To hell with that!—argh—you!”

Moriyama immediately sprayed the can on the captain’s neck, watching his spine jolt and jump before he was met with an intense glare.

“You’re the captain, right? Come on, you have to show us how it’s done. We all want to see the ways to push the boundaries of romance. Who would lead us if you don’t?”

“What kinda—”

“I ag(l)ee with Mo(l)iyama-senpai! Take the (r)ead, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Wouldn’t Kise be someone better to learn from if you wanted to learn how to hit on people?!”

“Senpai, I’ve never done such a thing in my entire life.”

“Kasamatsu, I’m sure Moriyama is just telling you how much we all admire and look up to you. Naturally, we want to see how our captain fares in these situations. Besides, as a team, if something happens, we’ll be there to cover up for you.”

“Well… if you put it like that Kobori… all I have to do is talk to (y/n)-san… right?”

“That’s the spi(l)it!”

“... Kasamatsu-san? Helloooooo…?”

You wave a hand repeatedly over his face, and he immediately blinks and flinches back when you pull him back to the present. He’d been standing still for the past five minutes.

“I-I-I-I…”

“Are you okay? You’re all tensed up… if something’s bothering you, wanna talk about it?”

“W-W-Well… wh-what’s… up.” Normal topic, normal topic.

“Well, nothing much really,” you say, smoothing out your blazer. “I got out the petals but barely made it to class in the nick of time!” You laugh at your own recollection, and he immediately flames a radiant flush.

“N-nn.”

“Is it me… or is our captain…. really, really stiff right now…”

“Shhh.”

You perk up at the noise and slightly tilt to the left of Kasamatsu to discern the source of the hushed whispers… only to spy a conspicuous group of basketball players. You merely raise a brow at your discovery, but you return your attention back to Kasamatsu before he notices your change in gaze. The Kaijō teammates were too busy shushing each other to notice your attention on them.

“Ah, yes! Kasamatsu-san, you just had your trigonometry test right? Those identities and proofs are always so difficult to remember… how do you think you did?”

“G-Good.”

“Wow, that was too quick of a response! I didn’t know you were that confident about it—obviously not a bad thing if you studied for it.”

“N-nn.” Come on, say something interesting. Interesting topic. Something you like. “U-U-Uh… w-weather…?”

“The weather…?” You look outside the window in confusion before you make a face of realization. “Oh! Like how’s the weather?”

“N-nn.”

“Well, it has been a bit windy with all those branches and leaves flying around, but I think it accompanies the refreshing atmosphere of spring very nicely, don’t you think?” You turn back to face Kasamatsu, who’s been slowly bowing his head down gradually more and more the entire time to avoid scrutiny.

“N-nn.”

“You’ve been… really quiet since lunch. I’m serious, if something happened… is there anything I can do to help?”

“Kasamatsu, take advantage of the elements of spring! The elements of spr—”

“Moriyama-senpai, shut… up…!”

“Hey—what are you—?”

“Wait!! Kise! Don’t push, [or else] we a(l)e gonna fa(r)(r)—!”

“Shit—”

Right on cue, the gradual leaning weight from the three players on Hayakawa at the bottom gave way, and everyone tumbled out smack dab into plain sight. Kobori was the only one who managed to break his fall and stayed behind the corner, holding onto Kise in a failed attempt to stop him from exposing his presence. Kasamatsu breaks out of his shy stupor and turns around to see awkward smiles and chuckles.

“Y-Y-You guys—?!”

“Ahaha… sorry Senpai… the floor was a bit… slippery?”

As Kasamatsu forgets about you in dropkicking Kise, you note how the other upperclassmen had their own little quirks in interacting with the captain. Seeing how assertive and gutsy he was compared to talking with you makes you feel unbelievably warm. Little did anyone know, you held a hand to your face as you turned away to let out a chortle before you collected yourself again.

“Ah, I guess I’ll be going now! Your practice will start soon right? I’m sure your friends were only waiting for you… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kasamatsu-san!”

“W-Wait—” Kasamatsu drops Kise from his collar before he turns to you, but in making eye contact he immediately loses courage again. “I-I-I… s-see… you.”

“Of course!” You give a close-eyed smile before you leave.

“You missed the opportunity to set up the atmosphere,” Moriyama sighs, staring wistfully at the mint-scented deodorant. “Was the mint scent not enough?”

“It was going fine until you crashed in!”

“Now, now, there’s always a next time…”

As the upperclassmen continue to bicker and banter (mostly one-sided from Kasamatsu’s end), Kise, who was dropped on the floor by Kasamatsu moments prior, silently stares at the direction you left. Did you leave because you knew how embarrassed Kasamatsu was from that incident?

———

For the next few days, Kasamatsu has been quite clipped with you, reduced to mere “nn’s” and “no’s” during your conversations, and Kise doesn’t know whether you’re just as oblivious as Kobori or whether you’re ignoring it to spare his remaining shreds of dignity. He mentally sighs at how oddly persistent Moriyama is about this even though the captain refused all of his ridiculous “suggestions” every time.

“I believe Moriyama is trying to help out Kasamatsu as a close friend,” Kobori had said, when Kise grumbled about his tenacity. “He just wants the best for him.”

Even so, Kise still heaves a sigh when he sees Moriyama and Hayakawa with an agitated Kasamatsu, knowing that whatever is going on won’t be smooth-sailing. He had no choice but to join them when Kobori sneaked up on him to sling an arm around his shoulders and called over the trio.

“Huh… what’s up with Kasamatsu-senpai?”

“Ou(l) captain is af(l)aid [because someone] da(l)ed to app(l)oach (y/n)-san (l)ight now!”

“Huh? Is that really a problem?” Kise shoots a tired look at the rebound player, but Moriyama solemnly sends a gaze to where he assumed was where you were at right now.

“I knew my online research would come in handy…! Someone also has the knowledge of taking advantage of the perfect atmosphere! Look at the intimacy shared between the two…! The undeniable auras exhibited by them, and elements of spring they embody together!”

“What the hell! No way!” Even through the denials, Kasamatsu looks visibly distressed about the possible “new revelations” between you and what looks to be a close companion of yours.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Senpai on this one, Moriyama-senpai.”

“(R)ook! They finished ta(r)king and (y/n)-san waved them [off with] a smi(r)e!” Kasamatsu whips his head at the speed of light to see you sending them off with the smile Hayakawa spoke of as your friend exits the campus gate. At his dilemma, Moriyama gently nudges his arm to encourage him to go talk to you.

“... According to my online research, talking under sunny weather with a fresh scent is the formula to having the desirable spring experience.”

“Oh shut up, will ya?” Kasamatsu mumbles half-heartedly, but he slowly walks in your direction before he stops to turn back. “You better not interrupt.”

“We [will be all] the way back he(l)e to suppo(l)t you!”

With a final sigh to expel his nerves, he gives a nervous smile to his teammates before coolly walking until you turn to face him once you hear his footsteps. Almost immediately though, his calmness easily dissipates into thin air once again, and his teammates only look on in dismay and worry from afar.

“Er…” Come on, just be direct. Talk normal.

“Kasamatsu-san?”

“Y-You were… d-datin—I mean t-talking, with… someone…”

“Oh, you saw? Yeah, I asked them to meet up with me here actually.”

“Is… that so?”

“Mmhm, I asked for their notes to compare to mine because I feel like I can’t get a hand on the subject sometimes.” Kasamatsu finally finds his voice for the first time in a while when the conversation finally re-enters familiar platonic territory.

“Was it… trigonometry? I did, um, do well on it last time, so…” Normal topics. Normal topics.

“I know,” you laugh. “You told me that a few days ago, remember?”

“W-W-Well…” He coughs to clear his throat and find his voice. “Y-You could’ve… a-a-asked—er…” You patiently wait for him to try to finish his sentence, and out of the corner of your eye you accidentally made eye contact with Kise from the distance.

Kise didn’t expect for you to notice the group even from a sizable distance away. He stayed still for a few seconds to make sure the shared eye contact wasn’t a fluke. Seeing how Kasamatsu was standing there like a statue again, he puts a flat hand next to his lips to discreetly mouth out:

He’s jealous.

To his surprise, you caught onto his cues, giving a subtle yet playful smile of your own before you carefully mouth out:

I know.

The others don’t seem to notice the secret exchange, all too focused on the poor captain bowing his head down out of extreme shyness. Kise doesn’t even know why he’s doing this, but perhaps Kobori was right that it’s only right for the team to help out their hardworking captain.

“Ah, Kasamatsu-san?”

“N-Nn?” He lifts his head up abruptly at the call of his name, and he turns red from mortification at the realization that he stood there like a dunce for the past several minutes. He doesn’t even have time to react to you stepping closer to him with an outstretched hand, and he stands motionless as you slightly fiddle with his cropped hair before you pull out a vivid cherry blossom petal.

“Remember what you told me?” you muse. “That ‘you can’t risk yourself being unkempt?’ After all, you’re right… it is the week where these blossoms fall rampantly… Must I also remind you to be careful where you’re walking under?”

At this point, Kasamatsu is sputtering like a broken engine, his mind barely functioning enough for him to think about putting a hand over his face in a desperate attempt to cover his frenzy.

“I, um, I…”

“Ah… can I ask you something first instead, Kasamatsu-san?” you gently interrupt him, and he flits his gaze back to you before staring at the ground again, and you took that as silent confirmation. “A-Are… are you free to go cherry blossom watching this weekend…?”

He snaps his head up in shock, only to see you slightly pink after that slight stutter in your question. It was your turn to avoid looking at his face.

“N-nn, I’m-I’m free.”

“Ah, that’s great…!” You muster your own courage to hold his clammy hands at his sides. “Can I ask to confirm if this is a romantic date between us?”

“Y-Yes,” he says in a hurry and you only laugh at his shyness. But his piercing eyes focus on your figure before he frees his hands from your loose clasp and reaches out to you, albeit with a slight shake in his hand still, before he clumsily takes out a petal from your hair. “It was… stuck.”

“See?” you shyly tease. “I knew it shouldn’t take you long to take out petals from hair.”

He completely lost his cool in front of you again.

You didn’t really care though… not when he looked absolutely endearing with the onslaught of petals settling on top of his head and shoulders to complement his flushed face.

———

Bonus:

“So are you two dating now?” Kise asks you. You both coincidentally met up at a hallway intersection the next week.

“Well, I think that’s a bit too fast,” you inwardly laugh. “You know how he is more than anyone.” Kise gives a light chuckle of his own before he asks you the question that’s been on his mind for a while.

“Hey (y/n)-senpai, how did you know Kasamatsu-senpai liked you?”

“Eh?”

“It was pretty clear from that time last week that you knew how he felt.”

“Ah… well, remember when he was… trying… to tidy up my hair? When you all spied on us?” you say, continuing when Kise gives a slightly sheepish nod. “It felt… different from how we normally talked. I’m sure he felt it harder than I did. I’ve always been nervous talking to him, but… seeing him so flustered and shy like that made me connect the dots, and then, I became more at ease and knew to be patient, realizing that he does hold a degree of feelings for me. I just didn’t know when was the right time for us to take it a step further.”

“I see. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I must say, please send my thanks for the rest of the team. I think without you guys, this wouldn’t have happened as smoothly… or quickly.” At your words, Kise only sweatdrops as he remembers Moriyama’s antics, Hayakawa’s over-enthusiasm, and Kobori’s good-natured naivete.

“I’ll… send your regards to them.”

“... Why do you look so hesitant?”

———

End note: the cherry blossom falling season only occurs in the first to second week of April, which would conflict with the timeline of this scenario IRL. The Japanese new school year also coincides with this week, and as 3rd-years, Kasamatsu, Moriyama, Kobori, and the reader would be college freshmen instead. If I wrote it in terms of “last year” with the 3rd-years as 2nd-years, then Kise would still be in Teiko. So for convenience sake… ignore the “realism” in the setting for this :^)

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