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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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Hello! I am coming to you with Christmas/reveal update: So first of, Merry Christmas, i hope you had a lovely day. And second: yesterday my day started with my brother waking up probably the whole neighborhood by blasting Christmas music and then he immediately forced me to open presents. His “bad present” to me btw was my own candle that was already half used. So that made me fell a bit better about his present. Let’s get to the thing we all care about, btw i was so fucking nervous, it’s actually ridiculous even though I knew he wouldn’t freak out. Anyway: he opened his present and saw the shirt and he started laughing so much and was like ‘oh fuck i can’t wait to wear this to my check up on Wednesday’ and then he found the note… and he stared at it and then looked at me, looked at the note, looked back at me and went ‘isnt that the site that banned porn?’ Out of all things i thought he’d say, that one wasn’t even near the list. And i was like ‘yeah, im sorry. Originally i just wanted to tell the person how you started watching it and how she kinda had something to do with it and then it just kind of…blew up and other people wanted to hear your thoughts’ and he looked at me surprised and went ‘people…as in plural..*looks at me almost a bit scared* so like…do they hate my thoughts and me oooorrr would we be friends if we met?’ And then i told him that to my knowledge, he was liked and the look on his face was priceless ngl. And then he went ‘show me the blog’ and i had your blog already pulled up all the way down to the first ever message (which holy shit..i almost feel bad for all the spam, bless your heart for putting up with me) and he spent hours going through them. I’m talking every answer/comment/post.. and when he finished he went ‘damn…i was going through it. I’m so glad I matured since then. But im happy they didn’t witness my season 1 reactions’ (he has not matured. He is still the same minus all the meds. During s1 he threw a bag of candy at the tv when Craig showed up..) after that he told on me to our parents and he started that conversation by saying ‘merry Christmas, hey guess what? I’m famous!’ I got in trouble a LITTLE bit BUT he did defend it with ‘no no guys, you dont get it. I’m famous! To like 5 people but that’s still a lot of people!’ He also called our uncle and was like ‘you made bets on me being gay cause of Brian? That’s messed up bro.’ He spent the entire day going through the messages multiple times and told his friends about it.

And then today he wanted me to send you guys a message in his name and i wanted to die inside. His only order was to type everything he says. So my apologies in advance, he proof read this entire message and still wanted to send it as it was. So without further ado, here’s a message from the man himself:

Should I start with hello or sup? Hi everyone, how are you guys? Hope Christmas didn’t suck for you. Yesterday i found out about this blog and my partial participation in it. So hello, first of all I gotta say: Jinx is fucking cool so I already like the person who runs the blog. Make sure you let them know that. And ask what their favorite drag race moment with Jinx was? Okay, second of all: that photo meme someone made with Kevin Hart being Bri Bri was the best fucking thing I’ve seen in a while, it made me laugh so much. I sent it to all my friends to show them, hope that’s okay. Anyway now to the important shit: I am very happy that I was able to entertain you people throughout the last few months even if it was without my knowledge. I am also 100% very fucking confused about it. I actually thought my reactions were pretty fucking normal and that mom and dad were being dramatic but now being able to go back and see them…i would lie and say it was the meds but my sister clearly provided some other stories so I can’t even lie that I’m usually normal. Whatever. But i am happy to learn that I am not the only one when it comes to being in love with Blondie and Brian. Or the real life versions of them. Although there’s not a lot of them in any behind the scenes stuff or even interviews or photos and my sister told me that that hasn’t changed even now, so what the fuck is up with that? I was ready to reactivate my instagram to keep up with them, only to learn that I got better chance seeing Jesus come back to life than to see them post a fucking photo especially Gale. Kinda fucked up and rude but whatever, I’ll live. I think. Probably not.

Anyway, glad to know we had similar feelings about some stuff and that I’m not alone in thinking Mike and Ben are fucking boring. Felt good to be understood. And I’m happy to know that without my knowledge I was accepted into your little club. I read every answer to my sisters messages and even some, is it comments? Well I read those little notes too and some of them made me laugh and you guys all sound pretty fucking dope. I mean someone all the way from fucking Europe kept up with me? I am so sorry to that person but also that’s so cool.

And I want to say thanks for the well wishes! I saw that at the beginning there were some replies wishing me fast recovery and all that shit, so thanks for that! That’s very sweet of them especially since they don’t know me. Let them know i find out on Wednesday if I can go home next week and that i might get my cast removed. Okay, now i leave them with my farewell message: You guys are cool, thanks for making me a member of the club. I appreciate that a lot. Fandoms are fucking dope cause it’s just bunch of people loving the same thing and isn’t that fucking cool to think about? Just bunch of people coming together because of their love for something. So it’s nice to be in another fandom. I met my best friend cause we both love Iron Man. Hug your homies or whoever you want and pet an animal if you can! And while you’re at it, tell a republican to go fuck themselves. Especially right now. Bye. Let them know I threw a peace sign up at the end.

FRIENDS IF YOU ARE READING THIS GO TO MY BLOG AND READ FROM THE START OF THE MOST RECENT UPDATES BECAUSE THIS IS THE SWEET SWEET FINALE TO THIS CRAZY LITTLE TRIP.

Hello brother anon! (Dear sweet anon, please show him this message). I’m so glad you’ve taken this all with a big heart and a sense of humor. But give what your sister has shared with us and the way you’ve joined your local drag community, I didn’t think you would be super pissed. But you never know. As this is a show that has been off the air for nearly 20 years, the fandom is small and we very rarely get new content (the newest content was 2020) so having your updates via your sister was an incredible breath of fresh air. Thank you from the entire tumblr fandom!

This? This is what it’s about:

Fandoms are fucking dope cause it’s just bunch of people loving the same thing and isn’t that fucking cool to think about? Just bunch of people coming together because of their love for something. So it’s nice to be in another fandom. I met my best friend cause we both love Iron Man. Hug your homies or whoever you want and pet an animal if you can! And while you’re at it, tell a republican to go fuck themselves. Especially right now. Bye. Let them know I threw a peace sign up at the end.

This is what it is all about. Fandom is about the people just as much as the canon on which it is based. We are small but mighty and we are happy and delighted to welcome you with open arms.

My favorite Jinkx moments? Oh god, to have to choose? Ofc her iconic snatch game performances - all stars 7 of course of course but her snatch game as Little Edie on S5… whenever I wash my hair and put it up in a turban I like to go find my spouse (not hard, we live in a 2 bedroom apartment) and quote her line “I can never tell if it’s caviar or giblets for the cats” and I get bonus points if I actually grab a can of cat food for my performance. I’ve gotten to see her live twice - her and Dela’s holiday show in 2019 (I think - or it was 2018) and her most recent one-person show. I am SO EXCITED TO SEE HER IN DOCTOR WHO.

Much love to both of you - Siblings Anon. (makes fist) Ally.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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catb-fics · 4 months

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Sorry in advance for spam! These are just some late night thoughts.

In the beginning, Van was notorious for being extremely chatty and outgoing in interviews. People were really attracted to his humble and genuine nature. I’m sure he’s the same way behind closed doors as well.

But I do wonder if the constant touring just got to him a bit in 2019-2020 or if he made a conscious decision to be more private. Many people have pointed out how quiet he had become in recent years.

I’d love to see him in a Zane Lowe- type style interview. I feel like Van’s always had such interesting things to say about their music and the industry in general. They’ve always talked in depth about their recording process for albums. I’m so curious to know the stories behind this upcoming one, as there has been so MUCH speculation behind their split. Do you think he’d ever talk about what led to the split/ hiatus?

-🎀

No worries at all about all the asks! Van’s open and honest cheeky charm and willingness to talk about anything with no filter was definitely part of his appeal but he was much younger then and the band were nowhere near as popular. Maybe also a little naive to exactly how open he was about things, I’m sure he quickly learnt that giving so much of himself meant that unfortunately people would dig into his personal life, his then gf, family members etc.

I think it was probably a bit of both that made him much more reserved publicly, both a realisation that he needed to be more private for his own sake and his loved ones, but also probably the fact that being in the music industry is probably going to wear anybody down a little. I think (and hope) that he’s still like that behind closed doors, I love his crazy energy and affectionate nature and how he seems to wear his heart of his sleeve! ❤️

I really don’t think we’ll hear anything much about the split other than an acknowledgment that there are new band members. I’ll definitely be disappointed if it’s glossed over completely. No matter what happened I still think to disregard everything that Bob and Bondy put into the band like they were never there would leave a bad taste in fans’ mouths, but I guess at the end of the day it’s Van’s decision. I think any reference to it will be very vague in the same way that Billy’s departure was dealt with.

I hope does a podcast talking about new album, the ones he did for the balcony and the ride were so good and very insightful.

#catb asks #🎀 anon

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ts4ritsa · 9 months

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✧ about me page …

this page contains pretty much all you need to know about my blog and me as a person :D

regarding me ┆彡

- heya there, call me sar! I’m the sole moderator in charge of this blog. you can refer to me with any pronouns but I’d appreciate they/them.

general info ┆彡

- here, you will find posts of mine that mainly consist of me indulging my follower’s requests and/or desires by writing reader-insert fanfiction of them being paired with characters in the shows and games they enjoy. sometimes I like to post my own thoughts and headcanons about my fav characters too

- if you would like to submit a request, please see my rules page first, then submit it through my inbox!

- also, I generally write in 2nd person POV and lowercase writing is a stylistic choice. but, oneshots will have proper grammar

- although this is primarily a writing blog, I do post other silly little things from time to time

likes ┆彡

- cats: I love cats. I have one and she’s my baby fr (she will be the death of me)

- self-care: taking time off to just relax and prioritize my well-being. this includes spa days, shopping sprees, basically just me-time! it’s a reason why I take time off my blog every now and then too. don’t forget to put yourself first!

- writing: I think this one’s obvious lol — it’s something I like to do for fun, since I love to create stories and I occasionally tend to daydream about what it’d be like to exist in the fantasy worlds of my favorite fictional medias

- making & drawing ocs: I absolutely LOVE creating my own original characters and bringing them to life with art. I like to brainstorm ideas in my head and use songs make up lore for em!

- medias: I like all of the medias I write for and have listed on my home page, but here are some others that I also enjoy — honkai: star rail, genshin impact, doki doki literature club, cookierun: kingdom, super danganronpa another 2, project: eden’s garden, amanda the adventurer, baldi’s basics, bendy and the ink machine, five night’s at freddy’s, spy x family, kakegurui, demon slayer, panty and stocking, onibi series, the music freaks, south park, teen titans, clone high, the proud family, kim possible, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, squid game, heathers, mean girls, six, descendants, across the spider-verse, the super mario bros. movie

* I do want to write for some of these fandoms in the future but I still need to get a general grasp of the story and characters before I do so. also I am totally open to new fandom suggestions

fun facts ┆彡

- this blog’s birthay is on june 16th, 2022!

- the fandoms I am currently most fixated with are danganronpa and total drama ★

- a side-project I am currently working on is my old fanganronpa story that I made a few years ago! since I was falling back into the dr hole again, I decided to pick it back up. I love my cast they’re so silly

before you follow ┆彡

- I have nothing but platonic love for you guys! so if I ever say “ILY” or anything like that and spam heart emojis just know it’s always gonna be platonic

- I do like to answer asks and talk to anons! feel free to tell or ask me anything (with the exception of trauma dumping and asking overly personal things obviously)

- I prefer following on my own so I’d prefer not being asked to be mutuals with anyone randomly. I’d like to get to know you a little first; or if we post related content, have similar interests and we’ve interacted at least once before

- I revamp my blog pretty often because I am bad at settling down with themes

- if you’d like to become an emoji/named anon, send me an ask or request with your sign off and I’ll add you right away ^^

- I can disappear from time to time because of writer’s block, so yeah sorry about that in advance

- please don’t bring up any problematic or controversial topics on this blog — I want this account’s purpose to be solely for fun and I’m not trying to associate with problematic subjects or people :)

faves ┆彡

- amphibia: anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha waybright, darcy

- danganronpa: byakuya togami, angie yonaga, makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, genocider syo, hajime hinata, mahiru koizumi, hiyoko saionji, ryota mitarai, chiaki nanami, kirumi tojo

- genshin impact: kamisato ayaka, hu tao, xiao, furina, shenhe, kamisato ayato, xiangling

- honkai: star rail: gepard landau, fu xuan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, tingyun, kafka, silver wolf, stelle, dan heng

- madoka magica: homura akemi, mami tomoe, kyoko sakura, madoka kaname, sayaka miki

- project sekai colorful stage: airi momoi, emu otori, kanade yoisaki, rui kamishiro, all of mmj and niigo tbh, an shiraishi

- steven universe: peridot, yellow diamond, pearl

- the owl house: darius deamonne, luz noceda, amity blight, lilith clawthorne, edalyn clawthorne, boscha

- total drama: courtney, heather, leshawna

- yandere simulator: umeji kizuguchi, raibaru fumetsu, musume ronshaku

#★#about me page #before you follow

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landograndprix · 11 months

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TS anon back again. I’d consider myself a Swiftie and I’m so so sorry that you received death threats just b/c you didn’t care for her music. Or at all for that matter, like you could tell me that you absolutely hated her and I’d just shrug and say she not for everyone. I’ll try to keep the hyperfixation contained but if it becomes to much just let me know. And I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but I don’t think your dash is going to get better for at least a couple of days. We’ve really really been looking forward to this and with the Era tour it’s just gotten us hyped up even more. So I will apologize in advance for the overflow of Taylor. I will say that if there are any crazies that give you trouble I will be more than happy to out crazy them for you💛

Oh my god no, don't let me stop you from posting about the things you love and care about! Honestly, I'm not sny better with spamming people's dashes with the stuff I'm currently obsessed with (sorry for yesterday y'all 😅) it's just sometimes I feel the need to complain and this morning when i was greeted by TS content instead of my own hyperfixations, my mind said say something about it 😈 I don't have a filter, well..let's just say it doesn't work most of the time so take most thing I blast into the universe with a grain of salt 😭 Please don't let me ruin your interests amd such, I'd hate to think someone would do the same to me!

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hiljaisuudesta · 3 years

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Don’t ever let me feed my music nostalgia, I’m rediscovering so much great stuff that I didn’t listen to in ages and I feel the urge to share it all 😩

#music #sorry in advance if i should spam you with random music all day

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alkhale · 2 years

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Favorite Muse (Model!Uzui Tengen x Photographer!Reader) Ko-fi Request

Sooo yes another request for kimetsu no yaiba with our flamboyant Tengen Uzui.Maybe an a/o/b fic (I like how you write them) or an modern au where Tengen is a model (instagram models?) And reader is sort of his personal photographer .I dont mind if you mix the two together.

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope this finds you with some good timing since season 2 is finally out and it is Uzui in all his glory. I’d like to write more stories and blurbs with a photographer/model relationship, this one was a fun one to write. thank you so much for the support! I hope you enjoy!!!

title: Favorite Muse

pairing: Uzui Tengen/Reader

rating: slight nsfw

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I have a new shoot idea I want to try.

You glance at your phone, blinking in surprise over the top of your energy drink. You glance at the familiar contact name and look back to your current editing project—the wedding photos should be done by the end of the night if you keep on track. You’re scheduled for a few more shoots in the morning and had planned to kick back as a little reward to yourself.

You consider your options briefly. A new string of texts follow the first, and you know it’s just him trying to incite you even further for whatever crackpot idea he’s come up with this time. You know with how he is, he won’t let it drop if it’s an idea he’s especially fond of, even if it means a half-nude shoot in the middle of the god damn Antarctic because somehow—

The one and only elusive model Uzui Tengen’s photos—they always sell.

You can tell him no, suffer the consequences of having him barrage you for the next few days, suffer the even harder consequences of having one of the girls try to persuade you into doing it—you’re particularly weak to Hinatsuru’s advances—and also miss out on a chance to make some extra pocket change for what you get as Uzui Tengen’s one and only private contractor and photographer. But, what you do get in return is a peaceful, stress-free night to yourself, which is hopelessly and utterly rare and your body is rather beat and haggard after all these back-to-back shoots and especially that god damn rock climbing advertisement, you shouldn’t have done that one.

Or, you could say yes; get paid handsomely because Tengen’s photos always sell well, get to eat Hinatsuru’s cooking because she’ll have heard you’ll be stopping by the studio and would make sure something’s ready, get to partake in the luxuries that surround the Uzui household, get Uzui off your back for about forty-eight hours max…

Your phone is still being spammed with texts. You ignore them, staring at the happy couple smearing cake onto each other’s faces. When Uzui and the girls finally get a proper wedding in place, you’d take those photos in a heartbeat. You know they’d be the kind for the record books.

Your phone lights up now with a phone call. You suddenly consider turning down the offer out of spite, nursing your energy drink with dull eyes. Your gaze does stray, however, to the pile of take-out containers sitting on your work desk. You frown at them, feeling your stomach churn at the thought of Hinatsuru's warm porridge…

Your stomach wins. You swipe your phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Finally! What are you doing not picking up my calls at this hour?” you hear music blasting from Uzui’s side and suddenly wonder if you’ve made the wrong choice. “I know, are you getting off on my photos? You can just come and I’ll help you out. No need to play by yourself.”

“What’s this idea of yours?” you say, checking your schedule. If Uzui leaves you alone for the next two days, you can schedule a day-off after the male calendar shoot… yeah, this can work out! “If it’s the frosting idea in a different theme, I’m going to cut all ties with you—”

“You love taking my photos too much,” Uzui says, sounding bored. “I want to do something good for Valentine’s. A single theme, straight-forward, nothing crazy this time, actually.”

“The most flamboyant man on earth,” you say flatly. “And it’s nothing crazy?”

“It’ll be more than enough, baby,” Uzui says. You imagine him kicking his head back, lounging on some kind of leather couch tucked into a dazzling club somewhere or another. The man’s got too much energy, too much stamina, and you’re not really sure where he keeps it. “Less is more, you know?”

You do know. You always tell him those exact words. But for Uzui Tengen, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why his shoots always require you to clear out your schedule the day after because they’re far too arduous for you to do anything else.

“I don’t like how secretive you’re being with the whole thing,” you say, clicking to clean up another photo. “Give me something to mull over. I’ll be there after seven.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Fine, but you’re staying until it’s done.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. You get the feeling he knows anyway though because he continues, “One word theme. Think about it however you’d like, sweetheart.”

You wait, tapping a finger idly against the minimizing key. You hear the music dull in the background, wondering if he’s moving away from the source of noise. His side quiets, and all you hear is the faint rustle of fabric, and then you imagine Uzui’s phone pressed against the side of his face, maybe held up in his hand, right by his mouth—

The husky, low alto of his voice nearly catches you off guard for a second. Uzui whispers it, sweet, like honey against your ears.

“Seduction.”

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You’ve been working as Uzui Tengen’s photographer since high school, before the guy made his big break crashing into the industry through his social media and photo outlets until agencies and businesses and yada yada were all clamoring for a chance to represent him.

You two were classmates. Simple enough. Uzui always had a pretty big presence on campus and you just minutely made your way by on the average. You guys weren’t close, maybe a word or two in passing with papers or asking about homework. You were a part of the photography club and loved the art with a passion. You were sure you’d just about photographed anything that could be photographed on campus until your club members urged you to try moving to people.

It’d been a simple convenience of interests. Uzui had been looking to try getting into more professional photography without the commitment of hooking up with some agency he didn’t really have the patience to deal with, and you’d seen the clear and utter potential in getting to practice your skills photographing an actual model.

So you approached him that fateful day, camera in hand, ignoring the eyes of all your peers as you walked up to the best-looking second-year in school and asked:

“Can I take your photo?”

Because Uzui Tengen, for all his low-key arrogance that sometimes comes barreling right into your face, for all his exaggerated moves and flamboyance and whatever he likes to call his method and style of living—is beautiful.

He’s gorgeous. Uzui Tengen had been made with love, blessed most definitely in some way or another by a god or goddess in his past life. From the symmetrical contours of his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the fit, healthy shift of all his muscles—all of it, down to the way his hair could look anything like liquid platinum or pure moonlight—he was ethereal.

And you, with your camera and lens—you were like a sculptor called to the altar in the face of such potential.

Uzui Tengen, leaning back on his desk, uniform half-unbuttoned, staring right back at you had said:

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain why Uzui had been willing to let you take his photos that first shoot—though you’re fairly certain it’s mostly from the devil-may-care attitude, what’d either of you have to lose except a few hours of time? Uzui liked your work, you liked taking pictures of him. You two would work together, doing shoot after shoot, trying everything and then some, studying late into the night for exams and taking the bus to school, sneaking into abandoned complexes to get that one shot…

And then the partnership had spiraled out from there on, even into your adult careers, even through the meetings with the girls and everything else—

Uzui had been offered photographer after photographer after crashing into the big leagues. His faces were on the more underground magazines, but never doubted renown or fame. The moment his issues went out—they were gone. You’d urged him before over a long conversation at an izakaya, despite all his loud, lazy protesting and rude gestures and kicking feet into yours, stroking your legs up and down and trying to stop you from talking—to try other photographers, people with more skill and experience, but after the entire affair, he’d shown up to your college dorm saying—

“No one else but you,” Uzui pressed his finger into your camera, pressing it back into your gut as he leaned over you, lazy, half-lidded and with intent, “is allowed to take pictures of this face.”

He placed a hand on his chest, dragging it down.

“Of this body.”

“Okay,” you said simply. “But we should get some papers drawn up, just in case.”

“You can’t read a mood for shit, can you?”

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru all got along with you just fine, and you were fond of them just as equally. Uzui was fond of this whole open relationship thing, and you didn’t really care one way or another, even if you suspected he was merely standing in for the girls so they’d be left alone due to other familial circumstances and constraints, but that's none of your business. There was love there between all four of them, and it was more than most could speak for.

“You can join in,” Uzui said before, massaging your shoulders as he sat behind you, watching you edit his own photos. One of his favorite pastimes, the narcissist. “We’d love to have you. I think we could get up to some good fun.”

“Pass,” you’d said. “Unless Hinatsuru and I can be exclusive.”

Uzui cursed under his breath.

Now, after all these years, you guessed you could call each other friends. Very comfortable acquaintances as well as business partners. Being Uzui’s photographer got you many gigs, great offers, and good money—but most importantly you were able to do what you really loved. You got to experiment with him, try new things, break molds—Uzui was the perfect model, if you had to be honest, unyielding but moldable, and you—

You could only try to capture grains of that and show it to the world.

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It’s seven on the dot when the door to Uzui’s luxurious flat swings wide open for you.

The god himself stands before you in all his glory—his hair drips, just at the tips, hinting to his previous shower. It dampens the silk of his hair, gives it a darker shine and it makes the dark glimmer of his eyes feel a little more intimate, a little more bedroomy. He’s got nothing but a dark red robe on, splayed wide over his bare, muscular chest and parted a bit to show his legs are just as naked. Uzui’s eyes are on you, raking up and down, taking their time, long and languid like he’s undressing you just for the fun of it, molding you whatever way he likes—and he leans right up against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head.

Uzui Tengen drips pure sex appeal tonight, which makes sense for the theme.

Meanwhile, your equipment is bursting at the seams from your heavy duty bags, piled over your shoulders like a mule and hanging under your arms. You dully meet his gaze, somehow managing to still be slurping another energy jelly pouch through a straw.

There’s a fire going on behind him, you hear low music too, smooth like silk, but you simply step past him into his apartment, waddling with your equipment, ignoring him completely.

“Alright,” you say. “Let’s do this.”

Uzui stands there at the door for a good few minutes longer before he lets the door swing shut. He turns, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t look the slightest bit happy.

“Well?” he says.

“What?”

Uzui gestures to himself.

“Well?”

“You look great,” you say simply, knowing exactly what he wants. Compliments. Even though the damn man receives thousands of them on the daily. “Now this stuff is heavy, let’s get to the studio—”

“What’s the rush?” Uzui complains, walking right over to you and grabbing handfuls of your bags. They lift off your shoulders like they weigh nothing and you sigh in relief, rolling your aching shoulders. Uzui starts to herd you in the direction of his studio with his knees, even though you yap back in protest. “Here I was, ready to make some nice, lovely conversation because we haven’t seen each other—”

“I saw you two days ago.”

“—I even got wine ready, had a whole menu set to be ordered if you were hungry—”

“We never eat before shoots.” You pout. “I wanted Hinatsuru’s food…”

“She has a meal for you in the fridge.”

“Yes!”

“—and got all dolled up for tonight, just for you,” Uzui says, right at your ear, breath hot against the side of your face and you ignore him, opening up his studio. “And you barely even look at me.”

“Cry about it to Makio later,” you say, setting up your cameras. Uzui drops your bags with care, setting them aside and pulling out a single camera out of the many. “I’m on a bit of a time crunch tonight. I fit you at the last minute, remember?”

“I know,” Uzui says, running his thumb over the top of the lens. It’s the camera you always use when you can, your favorite one—your first one, with him. “I love that you can take me all the way in.”

You pause for a moment at his ridiculous wording. You raise a brow, continuing your work and ignoring Uzui’s movements behind you. “I’ve been thinking about your idea—it’s a good one. I think we can definitely make it work since you normally go so left field anyway. Something straightforward and intense… intimate, I like it. You’re good at that too.”

“Yeah,” Uzui calls from behind you, almost like a siren song, low, rumbling. “I know.”

He’s awfully playful tonight. You chalk it off to the fact that he’s got more energy and been too bored—he did say the girls would be out tonight visiting some old friends… Uzui Tengen has the attention span of a house cat—which means you’ve either got his entire focus or none of it at all, and when it’s all of it, you’re in for a bit of a rough time.

One big, stupid house cat. You think, assessing the studio. Uzui’s mostly set up the props himself you see, with a single, plush white mattress draped in dark red silks. There’s wine spilled into the corners of the paper sheet below, and the smell of it lightly permeates the air—you’re starting to get a better feel for this shoot.

“How’ve you been lately, (Y/n)-chan?” you almost jump when he appears right at your side, still playing with your camera. You glance up at him. “What have you been up to, hmm?”

“The usual,” you say simply. “You know, I just talked with you—it’s not like I’ve done anything more since then.”

“Maybe,” Uzui says with a wave of his hand. “But I like knowing everything.”

Yeah, I know. He’s been like this since high school. You just get the strange feeling that there’s something Uzui’s already got settled in his head he’s not quite sharing with you. It just better be about the damn shoot.

“Just finished that wedding shoot,” you say. “I’m still waiting to take yours.”

“The girls are waiting for you to join first.”

You roll your eyes. “Probably going to take a nice long break after these ones sell too. I think I’ve been doing too much lately.”

“Glad you finally agree,” Uzui says. “Now we can finally book that trip to—”

“Maybe go on a date,” you murmur offhandedly, considering it. Uzui’s talk about Valentine’s and seduction has got you thinking a bit. It has been awhile.

Uzui looks completely and utterly offended. Scandalized.

“Excuse me? With who?”

“There’s a cute photographer from another studio who’s been hitting me up lately,” you explain. “Might give him a chance.”

“Cute,” Uzui repeats, like the word burns on his tongue. He places a hand on his chest, dragging it down and making a point to move so his robe barely hides— “You’d pick cute over this?”

You move away from the lighting, satisfied with how it looks. Uzui rolls his eyes hard enough for you to hear it.

“You have an idea of how you want me to start or do you want my pitch?”

“Oh, I’ve got it all planned out,” Uzui says, dripping extravagance. You blink in surprise when he pushes your old camera into your hands. “We’re shooting with this one.”

“...if we’ve got the red background,” you start, “my other one should be better for the—”

“I want this one.”

You roll your eyes. Uzui smiles, pleased with your compliance and he smooths a hand over his hair, stalking past you toward the mattress. You follow behind him, quickly adjusting the settings on your camera to get ready for the shoot. “How far are we going with this?”

You’ve shot Uzui nude plenty of times before, it’s a boundary you’ve crossed time and time again, but a minor heads up is always appreciated.

“As far as you want to go,” Uzui says. You raise a brow at him but he doesn’t say anything else, settling down onto the mattress and turning to lay on his back. He arranges himself, getting comfortable like one, giant jungle cat in the middle of a bedroom, considering his appearance for a moment before he parts a leg, letting his robe drape and tease against the moonlit column of his skin.

Uzui looks at you then. You pause. He’s getting into it today. The look in his gaze is already beginning to drip with heat, there’s a beckoning call in his face, a thin line of exasperation, like he can’t understand why you’re taking so long to come to him, until it slowly begins to creep into you the nature of what he’s going for.

“A POV kind of thing,” you murmur, sliding up to the edge of the mattress. Uzui tilts his head up to look at you, humming in agreement, “like they’re really there with you… okay, I like this. I can work with this.”

“I know you can,” Uzui says. He shows more skin, baring his neck, looking right up at you with those heated eyes. “It’s my idea after all.”

You lean over Uzui, quietly beginning to snap some shots. You start to warm up, moving around him a bit, testing the angles and pressing a little more forward. You keep your knees against the edge of the mattress, trying to find the spot that feels the most right—

Uzui’s warm, molten fingertips find the back of your neck like a vice. You freeze, camera in place by your head as he begins to guide you forward, forcing you closer. You get on your knees to quietly comply, kneeling on the mattress between his legs as you crouch over him with your lens.

“Like this,” Uzui whispers. His fingers stay and you consider for a moment telling him to switch poses, but relent and begin to snap away. “Yeah, just like that.”

“What sparked the sudden inspiration?” you ask, getting closer and leaning entirely over him now. Your hair shifts a bit over your shoulder and Uzui’s fingers brush it back. It’s beginning to feel more and more intimate, the air a little thick, and you think briefly that he feels like he’s on his best game today—he’s on top of it. “Feeling a little restless?”

“Wanted to do something special,” Uzui says, low and husky. He begins to raise himself up on his elbows, letting his robe pool around his waist as he rises, as though to meet you. You back off, sitting on your heels as he comes closer, half tilting his head, peering up through thick, long lashes. “Felt a bit… impatient.”

“About what?”

Click. Click. Click.

This is going to sell.

Uzui pushes forward, more, more. You snap off, moving with him as he begins to bend you backwards, leaning over you now. One of his hands slides down to your lower back, guiding you to unfold your legs and let them slide over his own. You adjust the angle, quick and move, trying to catch all the nuances of this position at Uzui’s dripping gaze, burning against your lens. Uzui gets closer as you bend back into the sheets. They’re cool on your back.

“I don’t think the nature of my photos,” Uzui says above you, like silk. “Are reaching my targeted audience.”

Now that’s a surprise. You almost ask more about it but this shoot is flying faster and smoother than you ever expected. These are all stellar shots. Uzui is killing it and it’s getting you a bit excited. Maybe you should try doing an angle from the other side with a chair and—

Uzui kneels between your legs, forcing you to part them to make room for him. You have to open them wide to comply with all of him. His robes pool around his waist, hiding the rest of his otherwise naked body from view. His hands come down on either side of your head as he pins you down into the sheets, licking his bottom lip and you click away, photo after mad photo while he looks down at you with a gaze that begs to devour, coaxes to allow submission and—

You pause, stiffening. One of Uzui’s hands is on the underside of your knee. You don’t mind if he’s just getting into character, but his hand is out of view and it’s not needed for him to touch you like that outside of the frame.

Uzui lifts your leg up and over his hip. You feel the hot, thrumming burn of his flesh against your leggings. You stop briefly in your clicking. “...Uzui, you can—”

“Don’t stop.”

You frown but quickly resume taking photos. Uzui’s free hand rest at first beside your head on the mattress, but once he leaves your leg at his waist, the hands switch as you adjust your angle and—

Uzui’s hand rests on the inside of your thigh. His large palm engulfs the inside of your leg, dangerously close to a boundary the two of you have not crossed. You pause again in your clicking, slowly tilting your camera to make it more obvious that his arm is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

You’re just imagining things. This is Uzui with three hot girl friends, the Uzui you’ve always—

When your camera keeps clicking, Uzui’s expression starts to change. His robes are nearly sliding off his waist now, almost exposing him completely. One simple motion and he’d be out of them. You raise a brow when he starts to look a bit… irritated? Impatient and restless, the corners of his brows edged with something like doubt until it clears.

“Alright,” Uzui sighs dramatically, “I’m done.”

You blink behind your camera, moving it aside to look at him. “Done? Already? Well, there’s probably plenty of good ones—”

Uzui grabs your hips with both his hands. You only have a second to blink at him before he gently but firmly, quickly pulls you flush against his waist, legs forced to part on either side of him and he pulls you completely tight up against—

You freeze. Your grip on your camera becomes shaky. Your mouth parts in surprise because suddenly—

There is something very, very hard pressed against the inside of your thigh.

Something you’re quite familiar with from past shoots.

But not like this.

“Um,” you curse your voice for cracking, trying to clear your throat. Heat flashes up your neck, starting to crawl up to your cheeks. “U… Uzui—”

“I don’t think that boy you’re even considering,” Uzui says, low, a bit dark. “Would be creative enough to do something like this, just to get his feelings across.”

Uzui loosens his grip on your thighs. He gives you the chance to retreat, but you’re caught in the earnestness of his gaze, the…

Want?

“I tried to be obvious,” Uzui says calmly. But his calm is dangerous, it drips with intent, guided purposefully as commands your gaze with a single look. You suddenly feel microscoped, forced under the lens of someone else’s camera. “Like Makio suggested.”

Uzui squeezes your thigh, his longer fingers reaching, covering pieces of your body with ease. He reminds you his hand is there, it’s intentional, and your jaw drops, gaping at him in disbelief. Did you drink too many energy drinks? Were you dreaming? Again? You’d washed out any dreams each time Uzui made those suggestions, lingered with those touches—you’d talked yourself out of it plenty of times before, there was just no way, keeping it professional was better—

“I’d tried to be cute,” Uzui says, dragging the word across his teeth, but one hand starts to dance fingers against the nape of your neck, following your collarbone, sending goosebumps up your spine. His expression is anything but cute. “Like Suma said.”

The heat, the hard, rigid press between your legs has not relented. Your head starts to spin, understanding and disbelief struggling for a stronger place at the forefront of your mind, chased quickly by your choices—stop this? Keep going? Let him finish? Run away?

“But I think being honest, like your favorite Hinatsuru said,” Uzui says huskily, “will work the best, won’t it?”

“Y-You,” you start. Uzui waits, with waning patience, watching you almost fondly. “You—are you saying—t-this, I mean, right now—”

You struggle for words. Uzui’s fingers rub distracting circles into your hip. They catch the outline of your underwear through your pants, tugging a bit purposefully. “I-I don’t know—a one night… we’re partners—”

“Oh,” Uzui says, looking a bit amused. “That’s cute. You think this would only be for one night?”

“Flings are—”

“Not very flamboyant,” Uzui says simply. He leans over you. The smell of wine still lingers. The sharp bite of his cologne. Your head feels a little dizzy. “I prefer something more… long term.”

Uzui lightly drums his fingers against your neck, following the bob of your throat with heated eyes. “Willing to consider a new contract?”

Uzui has always been your favorite subject. In a way, you realize, he’s probably always known. He’s your favorite muse. He knows it. Being able to have him through the lens has always been enough, you’ve never been greedy enough to consider anything else. What the two of you had has always been fine, it’s always been fun enough for you to just watch. Watch and see what Uzui Tengen does next but—

What’s next right now is—

(You’ve always found him interesting.)

You accidentally click your camera.

Uzui’s gaze seems lazy—it’s a poor disguise for the molten liquid dripping from his gaze, the heat searing under his touch and from his body between your legs. “One click for yes, two for no.”

Your fingers hesitate against your camera. Your breath catches in your throat.

(So why not wait and see, one more time?)

Click.

“That’s fine,” Uzui says. He smiles, pleased, and he speaks like each word is a promise for something else. “I want you to remember this night.”

Your camera slides out from your fingertips. Uzui calmly grasps it with one hand, raising it above your head, pulling the strap off from around your neck. Keeping his gaze locked with yours the entire time, he sets it down, away from the mattress, gently on the floor.

“I don’t think you’ll need a camera to remember it though.”

“T-This whole shoot—”

“I’m going,” Uzui says, “to kiss you now.”

And he does.

(And much, much more.)

- hope you enjoyed!

#ko-fi requests #uzui tengen #uzui x reader #kny reader insert #suma #makio #hinatsuru #model!uzui tengen #kny modern au #legend says you werent allowed to leave that bedroom for a week

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queensoybean0724 · 3 years

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Succession Chapter 1 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fic

Here is chapter one of my new fanfic!

Title: Succession

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OCs

Rating: PG-13 for language and intense scenes (for now, this is a slow burn, but it will get very hot and spicy in later chapters)

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova that you didn’t know existed has died and you are his sole beneficiary. You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

The music blasted from the car speakers as you drove down the main road towards the highway. You had your phone plugged into your car stereo, your favorite Spotify playlist on shuffle. Despite the A/C being on full blast, beads of sweat formed at your brow and rolled down your temple. You adjusted the vents on either side of you, making sure the cold air directly hit your body. The song that was playing had you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, your head bopping to the beat.

The fridge at home was close to empty and it was beyond time for you to go grocery shopping. The grocery list was secure in your purse and you were determined to stick to the items on the list and not make any frivolous purchases. Money was tight and you only had so much money left before payday next week.

The song shut off suddenly followed by your ringtone. Looking at the screen of your phone, UNKNOWN stared back at you. Probably a spam call, you thought to yourself, reaching to press the red Ignore button. Unfortunately, your finger slid at the last minute and mistakenly tapped the Accept button. You watched as the call came through and the seconds ticked off. FUCK!

“Hello?” you greeted with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

“Hello, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?” a heavily accented male voice responded.

“Yeah, this is she,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. You tried your best to avoid these calls, ignoring them and letting them go straight to voicemail. Very rarely was it followed with an actual message, which was more than fine with you.

“Miss Y/N, my name is Ron M. Dathermi. I am a lawyer residing in Chisinau, Moldova in Eastern Europe…”

You raised your eyebrows at that. Moldova? Who the hell was calling you from Moldova? Chalking it up to a scam, you were about to interrupt the man when he continued.

“...I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your great uncle, Serghei Popa, has passed away from a short illness and has named you his sole beneficiary…”

You couldn’t help the amused huff that came out of your mouth. This must be some very elaborate scam.

“Umm...sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. I don’t have family from Moldova and I have never heard of this man in my whole life.” You were about to hit the End button when Mr. Dathermi continued.

“Am I speaking with Y/N, born on (your birthday) to (your father and mother’s full names) and the granddaughter of (your grandfather and grandmother on both sides of your family)?”

Your eyes widened at that. “Yeah, that’s me…” you answered.

“I know this may sound unusual, but Mr. Popa was the brother of your grandmother on your mother’s side. He was given up for adoption at birth and taken in by a Moldovan family. He did not have a spouse and had no children, and according to the genealogy report I have before me, your grandmother and your mother are both deceased. Your mother was an only child, yes? It appears to me that you are the last of his living relatives.”

You pulled off the road and into an empty parking lot. The information you were being given was a lot to handle. You didn’t have that large of a family. You were an only child and raised by your parents and both sets of grandparents. Both of your grandfathers had died before you turned 10. Both grandmothers died within 5 years of each other and your father and mother died of illnesses, cancer and pneumonia respectively, in the last year. Grief was a feeling that you knew better than anyone. You kept to yourself mostly and you didn’t have any close friends or a significant other.

“Listen,” you began, “you are correct about all of your information, but how do I know this is not some kind of scam?”

The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat and the sound of shuffling papers met your ears. “I can imagine that this information is sudden and unusual. What I will do is send a copy of his will and a copy of the genealogy papers to your address. I encourage you to take this to your lawyer and have them look over the information. The reason I am calling is because I need you to fly to Moldova, sign these papers, and accept the monetary inheritance that he has left you.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked down at your phone. Fly to Moldova? Is this true? The only thing you knew about the country was that a foreign exchange student from high school was born and raised in Moldova. That about sums up your knowledge of the country. This seemed incredibly asinine and ridiculous. But the word that settled in your train of thought was “inheritance.” What inheritance?

“Mr...what was your name again?” you asked.

“Mr. Dathermi, but you can call me Ron,” the lawyer responded.

“Ron...umm, how much monetary inheritance are we talking about?”

More shuffling of papers was on the other side of the phone, Ron clicking his tongue as he looked through the information. “He has left you 53,806,746 Moldovan Leu...which translates to $3,000,000 in American currency.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?!” you exclaimed before clamping your lips shut. You heard Ron chuckle. “I’m sorry, pardon my language. It’s just...wow...this sounds insane…”

“I can imagine it does,” Ron replied, “which is why I want to mail this information to you and have your attorney take a look at it so you know this is a legitimate will and testament. If you would like, I can mail the information straight to your attorney if you are still leery.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you said, shaking your head. Your mind was whirling. None of this sounded remotely true. You felt as if you were dreaming. This felt like something that only happened in books and fairy tales...a girl who had nothing and nobody suddenly inheriting millions of dollars from an unknown distant relative. What are the odds of something like this happening in real life? You gave Ron Dathermi your home address.

“Thank you very much, Miss Y/N. I will send this as soon as possible. I’ll also include my business card so your attorney can contact me and we can iron out the details. Thank you very much, Y/N...I’ll be in touch.”

You thanked him as well and ended the call. All alone in your car in the empty parking lot, you let out an excited squeal and started hopping up and down.

You adjusted the messenger bag that was slung across your shoulder as you heard the overhead speaker call for the boarding of your flight. Taking a deep breath, you got in line, extended your ticket to the airport employee, and walked down the tarmac and into the plane.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. Your hands gripped your bag tightly as the flight attendant looked at your boarding pass and pointed down the aisle to where you were to be seated. You had never flown before and your nerves were on alert. Scenes from Final Destination flashed in your head as you walked down the aisle towards your seat. Taking a deep breath and willing your body to relax, you located your seat next to the window and sat down, plopping your bag onto your lap.

The small window was close to the wing of the plane and looking beyond that was a long expanse of grass that met a vast forest. You were thankful that you had the window seat and your headphones so you could tune everything out and relax in your own little world.

Once the papers from Mr. Dathermi arrived a week prior, you immediately called the attorney that helped you with the probate and will from your parents’ deaths several months back. He was more than happy to help, knowing that you were all alone in the world after your parents had passed. Two days later, he called to inform you that all of the paperwork was, in fact, legitimate and that Mr. Serghei Popa was the brother of your grandmother. He showed you the adoption papers, confirming that your great uncle had been put up for adoption and the family that took him in had relocated to Moldova when he was two years old. He had remained in the country until his death. Your attorney contacted Mr. Dathermi, who in turn secured a round trip plane ticket in order for you to come to Moldova to finalize the paperwork and collect the inheritance.

At the thought of the money you were about to acquire, another surge of excitement flowed through you. Your parents hadn’t left you much after their death and you worked at a dead-end job that had no room for advancement and no possibility for raises. All of these recent events sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

“This is your captain speaking,” the voice sounded from the speaker above your head, “we will be departing in the next ten minutes. Please make sure your seatbelts are secured, your tray tables are up, and all electronics are off until we are at the appropriate cruising altitude. I will inform everyone as soon as the coast is clear. Thank you for flying with us and enjoy the ride.”

You fastened your seatbelt and laid your head back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous…” a voice sounded next to you. You opened your eyes and looked over to see an older gentleman with wide rimmed glasses and a nice smile.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, returning his smile.

“It’s pretty obvious,” he chuckled, “my name is Bruce Williams. I’m the air marshal on board this flight.” You told him your name and shook his hand. “Just relax,” he assured, “we’ll be flying for the next 10 hours. There are lots of movies and tv shows to watch on the screen in front of you, or you can listen to your music and read a book if you brought one.”

You patted your messenger bag. “Yeah, I have a few books to choose from. Thanks,” you smiled.

Within minutes, the plane had backed away from the tarmac, turned towards the long expanse of runway, and increased speed before leaving the ground and soaring up into the clouds.

The steady hum of the plane’s engines provided a relaxed soundtrack as you slept. It was close to early morning, according to the clock on the tv screen, but your watch was still on your regular time zone. It read early afternoon and that threw you through a loop. You had heard that jet lag could be a bitch and you wondered how bad yours would be once you landed. Bruce had passed you a pillow and blanket once you were ready to sleep and he assured you that your bag and belongings would be safe while you slept.

You were so thankful to be seated next to him. Not only was he the air marshal, but he was a really cool person as well. You two talked about movies and actually watched a couple of them on the tv screen in front of you. Bruce was kind and nice to talk to. The crinkle of crow’s feet around his eyes, his laugh, and his hair color mixed with hints of gray reminded you of your father...maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

You shifted in your seat and let out a soft yawn. Stretching your arms above your head and arching your back, you wondered how much longer it would be until you touched down in Moldova.

“You weren’t asleep that long,” Bruce murmured. You looked over to see a book in his hand and his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep,” you replied, standing from your seat. Bruce stood up and allowed you out into the aisle. You made your way to the bathroom towards the back of the plane. The cabin was dark with little lights dotting either side of the aisle on the floor. Soft lights were shining here and there from people reading, watching the tv screen, or messing with their phones while most of the passengers were asleep.

Once in the bathroom, you did your business, flushed the toilet, and began washing your hands. The mirror in front of you showed a tired and weary version of yourself. Some of your eye makeup was smudged. You told yourself once you returned back to your seat, you’d retrieve the makeup remover wipes in your bag and do away with the dirt and oil.

Just then the plane hit an air pocket and dropped several feet, throwing you forward towards the sink and mirror. You let out a shriek as the plane quieted and went still. “God dammit,” you muttered, putting your hand over your heart, “that scared the shit out of me!”

Once out of the bathroom, you slammed the door shut and walked back to your seat. You tapped Bruce on the shoulder and he moved aside.

You lifted the window shade and looked outside. Natural light from the start of the day began to show. The plane was amongst the clouds so it was fairly cloudy and hard to see.

“How much farther do we have?” you asked Bruce. He shifted the book to his left hand and looked down at his wristwatch. “We should be there in three hours. I think we are flying over Romania right now…”

You nodded your head and thanked him, turning back to the window. The clouds gave way momentarily and provided the opportunity to see the ground below. Tall, snowy mountains came into view. You smiled and marveled at their beauty, wondering what mountain range this was. You cursed yourself for forgetting the basics from your World Geography class in high school. Hell, all you knew about Romania was that it was the setting for Dracula and the real life territory that was once owned by Elizabeth Bathory, who allegedly killed upwards of 650 maidens and bathed in their blood. You shook your head and smiled to yourself. You really did enjoy some morbid and fucked up stories.

Your train of thought stopped short when a large and spacious castle came into view. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. It looked like something out of a Disney movie or from ancient castles that still sat throughout Europe. The place looked like it stood on several acres of land and who knows how many square feet. What a gorgeous and breathtaking place it was. You wondered just what was inside a monstrosity like that and who was lucky enough to inhabit such a place. Maybe there were castles in Moldova that you could explore and visit while you’re conducting your business.

The castle fell out of view and not far from it stood what looked like a village. You were too high up to see any people or any traces of lights or torches. You took everything in with total awe and appreciation. It looked like a small and sleepy storybook town.

A sudden movement close to the village caught your attention. You squinted your eyes and tried to look closer, pressing your forehead to the window. What the fuck is that, you wondered. It looked like a black tree, naked of leaves or any type of growth...and it was moving. It looked to be swaying in the breeze, but the size of it looked way too sturdy for any kind of gust to move it with such fluidity. As you focused on the tree, it appeared to be growing...getting closer to the plane. Was the plane descending? Were you getting closer to Moldova?

One of the branches of the tree slowly drifted to the ground before extending long and rigid, slinging itself up into the air like a bullwhip, hitting the wing of the plane. The plane suddenly tilted as the slithering limb wrapped around the wing and broke it off. You let out a loud scream as the plane turned on its side, Bruce falling against you, squishing you to the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK??” Bruce screamed as yelps, shrieks, and screams echoed in the cabin of the plane. Dozens of people were knocked from their seats, flight attendants falling into the aisle and rolling towards the cockpit. The plane shook and quaked as it dropped several feet in a matter of seconds.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” you screamed, grabbing hold of Bruce’s arm. The air masks dropped from overhead and Bruce grabbed yours, making quick work of putting it over your face. “HOLD ON TO IT! HOLD IT OVER YOUR MOUTH, Y/N!!” he commanded, reaching for his own mask.

“THE WING OF THE PLANE HAS BEEN DAMAGED!” the pilot yelled from over the speakers, “WE ARE LOSING ALTITUDE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!” People screamed and panicked, holding on to whatever it was they could. Panic surged through your body as your fingers dug into Bruce’s arm. The plane shook as it fell. Your stomach dropped and it felt as if you were seconds from impact. You looked out the window one last time before the ground came into view and everything went black.

He leaned over the body on the metal table in the lab of his factory. He fastened the bolts with a wrench and tested the strength of the metal against the rotting flesh. A soft horn sounded in the distance along with the various turns of chains and clangs of steel against steel. He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked to his desk, looking over the blueprints and sketches he had devised the previous day.

Despite the different array of sounds, nothing could mask the loud crash that sounded off in the distance. He lifted his head, silently trying to figure out what the fuck made that noise. Leaving the body laying on the table, he exited his lab and made his way down the stairs and to the factory doors.

With a grunt, he slid the doors aside and looked off into the distance. Black smoke billowed from an area that looked to be close to the village. Other than the crows squawking and flapping their wings in retreat, everything was dead quiet. He looked off to the right just in time to see the long, spindly limbs of mold retreating back towards the earth. Karl Heisenberg’s face tightened in a disgusted grimace.

“Mother Miranda...what have you done?”

#resident evil village #resident evil village fanfic #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #daddy heisenberg #house heisenberg #heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic

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wank127 · 3 years

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sorry in advance if i’m spamming your notifications /gen!

i just remembered that denki existed and i’m craving [neurodivergent] headcanons and your blog kinda has a lot of good reblogs n posts of that so-

you’re not spamming at all, in fact i didn’t even see this till now since i don’t normally get any asks ! (thanks for the ask btw <3) i hope you enjoy !!

neurodivergent denki headcannons !

disclaimer: i, myself, am currently in the process of getting diagnosed with adhd/autism/whatever it is (i’m not self diagnosing but i did get 8/10 on an autism assessment given to me by a doctor so that must say something) so this is a wee bit of me projecting. my intentions for this post are not to offend anyone in the nd community nor spread any miss information. please correct me if i make any mistakes ! and apologies for it being so long i’m still trying to figure out the ‘read more’ thing !! now ! onto the head cannons !!

he has MAJOR sensory issues and issues with bad textures

his main ones are foods that are a mix between solid or liquid, like a soup that’s meant to be smooth but isn’t or like very wet bread, anything sticky and that one inside of a hoodie feel, like the one wear it’s like fleece but it feels like plastic and somehow creamy and just BLUGNXJSK y’know?

he has that not right kind of thing(iykyk) where he has to say a word/phrase again till it feels right, or touch the desk again, or hit the back of foot again to make it right

it gets really frustrating sometimes

he surprisingly likes velvet, fun to play with, cool to drag your finger around on

he has very bad memory problems

like really bad

they cause him to breakdown every time he has a test cause everything he tried to study was just,, gone,, no where to be found

he opens up to present mic about it and he’s a big help, gives him extra time for testing, helps him with study techniques, gives him more reminders, etc etc

mic and him are like that student-english teacher duo

(no bc they’re the same person just different sizes please)

he struggles with reading a lot too, he knows there’s words but his brain just won’t recognize what they are

word soup

his main special interests/hyperfixations are old english literature, true crime/psychology/criminal stuff, literally anything to do with art and physics(electricity stuff)

he has other ones like cars and how to annoy bakugo to the brink of tears

his most common stims are happy flappy hands, putting his hand into a thumbs up and squeezing, rocking back and forth and swinging his legs about

his like calm down stim is humming, having some form of pressure(weighted blanket !!) and rocking a little bit

he gets overwhelmed by questions a lot

like if he’s not prepared to answer one and he gets asked TWO he’ll just go ‘nope’

he’s nonverbal sometimes, especially when he gets overwhelmed

he zones out and daydreams for like,,, 70% of the day

his favorite texture for food is something like mash potatoes, like a doughy texture, one that just sits right in the mouth

(potato waffles are his go to food (british thing but they’re so good))

just enough chew but not too much, not too wet not too dry

speaking of dry food,, he hates it. dry biscuits(cookies) are a no go if he doesn’t have a bunch of water/juice with him, he also just doesn’t like hot drinks

he’s god fuckinh amazing at art, like painting, drawing, sketching, everything

he’s so good at it

he ‘doodles’ in all of his school work and books, most of the time it’s of aizawa or present mic (or,, *cough*his crush*cough*) and they’re super accurate

when he goes to sleep he has to have a small tea light candle lit, his over the ear headphones on and playing asmr and a hoodie (comfort hoodie, gifted to him by kiri) with the hood up and pressure on his feet(like just his blanket covering them is fine)

no other set up is allowed

he uses fidget (simple dimple pop) and sensory toys

they got taken away from him in class one time, he almost cried it was so sad

RAGE

so much rage

god

when he was younger he used to scream bloody murder when he had to put on sunscreen (same boo)

refused to wear it until his parents got him a spray on sunscreen (it was just like an oil/water based sunscreen that just,, wasn’t sticky, it was perfect) he still uses it to this day

he loves music, so much

it’s so cool

so many playlists

has like ten different ones that he made just for long car drives

like all the sounds and noises just make his brain so happy

he likes bo burnham cause he has very good lyrics and sounds that make him wanna share them with everyone so they can be happy too (especially ‘sexting’ , ‘oh bo’,’ words words words’, ’rant’, the kanye one, ‘we think we know you’, ‘channel 5 news: the musical’ and ‘bezos’ 1&2)

(omg channel 5 news is so good)

his number is 5

he’s kinda scared to do good in school bc his rank in class will go up and what if it lands on an ugly number??

he’s quite unintentionally restrictive with his food

he just forgets to eat or that he’s hungry

he’s working on it tho dw !

his accents are like typical british/english, australian and southern american

pop out at random times

like he’ll ask present mic to repeat the page number as a southern bell little lady

had a vocal stim that was opra singing “milly rock pick it up”

lil jon vocal stim

(YEAH)

his room is very messy and cluttered from all the failed hobbies and things he just forgot about

expect him to cook but DO NOT expect him to clean up afterwards

like iida will walk into the dorm kitchen in the morning and find this huge mess thinking someone broke in

and kiri is like: oh ig denki was hungry i wonder if he has leftovers

okay i think i’m gonna end this one here lol it’s getting kinda long ! i hope you liked it ! <3

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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Not to spam you but…

Yandere la squada and a darling that’s a little pant-y mess on the occasion that she masturbates and knows a member of the team is home, but upon thinking she’s alone (unaware of her stalker) is masturbating REALLY FUCKING LOUD 🥺 👉👈 sorry if it’s too filthy but this thought will not let me know peace

I do NOT know how to write short pieces; sorry, but that's just not the kind of writer i am. That being said, i had a lot of fun with this, so thanks for the request!

WARNINGS: afab femme reader, Not sfw, dub/con, but reader strongly implied to be okay with everything, voyeurism, sex toys, fingering, blow jobs, intercourse, etc.

Why is it so hard to get some alone time?!...okay, when you’re living with 9 other men, it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to you, but STILL! Well, at least you were able to release some tension, late at night when everyone was too asleep to barge into your room to ask you for something, but you had to stay quiet. God forbid anyone hear the noises you make, so you had to get yourself off quickly and efficiently, without getting to really enjoy yourself. So when this week’s meeting left you free for a day at the base ALONE (even Risotto himself had to be out for a mission, which was rare) you intended to take advantage of it to the fullest.

First: You sang all your favorite songs at the top of your lungs, without fear of anyone hearing you go out of key, or judging you for your taste in music. Then, You took an extra long shower AND bubble bath, effectively using up all the hot water and pampering your skin and hair-which you never had time to when you had to share the bathroom with all the other members. You ate a ton of junk food and ordered delivery all for yourself, and watched all the shows and movies you didn't have the time to before because Formaggio would watch sports games all day.

Finally, you figured now was as good a time as any to....”relax your body”. You were so excited, it had been so long since you’d taken the time to really explore your body while you rubbed one out. You got undresses, rubbing your smooth, moisturized legs together while you turned on one of your favorite pornos on your laptop. You mimicked the motions onscreen, rubbing your neck, your chest, stomach, and finally the lower lips of your pussy. You were already warm and tingling with anticipation, and it didn’t take long for you to get into it. You let yourself moan freely, not saying anything in particular as you clenched around your fingers, lubing yourself up for your toys that were waiting to be used again.

Eventually, the porn ended, but you were just getting started, rocking yourself on your favorite dildo, circling a vibe around your clit and pinching your nipples. It was intense but slow, pleasure raising and declining like gentle hills you rode out. Still, you held off your orgasm for as long as possible, you were having so much fun you didn’t want it to end. You were so invested in the pleasure you were feeling, the rest of the world went away, you didn't even notice the crash of your laptop off the bed.

You were close now, like it or not, so you pushed your body faster and harder than you had in ages, despite the cramps in your wrist and hips. You couldn’t stop your body now, wailing out, tears streaming down your face as you begged yourself for release. Almost there, almost-!!!!

Formaggio: Of course Formaggio was able to finish his hit early- he’s good at his job and doesn’t like carrying things out needlessly! Besides, his favorite team’s playing tonight, he has to hurry home before Prosciutto claims the TV again for an old movie marathon, ughhh. He calls out to you when he arrives home, since he knows you were off this week, but didn’t hear you greet him. You must now have heard him, either, or you wouldn’t be making noises like that. Formaggio cackles to himself-of course you’re getting off, he does the same when he gets the day off too. He likes to do something more exciting than usual though, like leave his door open, or do it in someone else’s room. Yours, for example.

Stifling his own laughter, he uses his stealth skills to sneak into your room. You’re so out of it, you don’t even notice when he opens the door, or your overturned laptop at the foot of your bed. It’s pretty hot, actually, you’re usually more tight-lipped than this, refusing his advances and keeping to yourself when not at work. He likes this side of you a lot more; hair messy, gleaming with sweat, and moaning like a porn star. Yeah baby, let it all out! Formaggio knows he probably shouldn’t, that you’ll kill him afterwards, but Formaggio isn’t exactly a good guy per se so he forces himself on you and grabs the dildo from your hands. You gasp and make an odd, half-choking noise, shocked at Formaggio’s presence and trying to stop moaning in front of him while he fucks you on your toy at double speed.

“Yo, y/n, had a good day today without the guys around? IT’s about to be a lot better, now that I'm here~ why don’t you let me have a turn making you feel good? I’m sure you’re tired from doing this all yourself.” Formaggio teases you, as you struggle to find the words and hide the noises. Finally, you roll your eyes and give up; if Formaggio really wants to help you out so badly, then you’re gonna put him to work. The two of you end up fucking for the rest of the aftenoon and evening, until Proscuitto bangs on your door to keep it down, and even then you have another round or two while giggling.

The two of you are exhausted, but sated, afterwards, and you convince Formaggio to make a run to the fridge to pull out your leftovers, on the condition you share them with him. You spend the rest of the night eating in bed, watching Formaggio’s beloved game on your laptop, and falling asleep. It's an almost perfect end to your day, except for the fact that Formaggio snores louder than a chainsaw.

Illusio: unfortunately, this is not the first time Illusio’s heard (or seen) you masturbate, try as you might to hide it. With a stand like his, you know he not only has the means, but desire to snoop on others. Hell, half the time he doesn’t even mean to spy on others, he just forgets about other’s privacy when he’s in his mirror world. This is, however, the first time you’ve been so vocal, presumably because everyone’s supposed to be out right now. Poor girl, it must be hard to take care of your needs when you’ve got to stare at him all day. He’d be pretty flustered too, with his long chocolate locks and well-toned muscles. Illusio pities you, so he decides he’ll give you the help you clearly need. Jumping from the mirror in the hallway to the one in your bedroom (See? You don’t even cover it up, of course you want him to ravish you!) he watches and listens for a minute at the raunchy display before him. Despite you clearly doing this for quite awhile, judging from the sheen of sweat and heavy breathing, your movements were steady and rhythmic, almost like you’d been edging yourself for a long time. How cute. You must have wanted him to finish the job for you. You’re being very loud however, which Illusio likes, but you’re not saying what he wants to hear. So, he slinks over to you like a ghost, and puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“As much as I love coming home to hear you pleasuring yourself, I think we can do a little better than this. And also-” He kisses the side of your shocked face, “If you’re going to scream something, scream my name.” He picks up where you left off, edging you again and again until you’re so desperate that you beg him to fuck you, and say all the pretty words he wants you to. He fucks you so good you squirt when you come, and makes you come again after he finishes inside of you. It takes you a minute or two to recover, but when you do, and Illusio is bragging about what he did to you, you chase him out of your room with a pillow for being an annoying cocky bastard.

Prosciutto:

Hmmm, well, this is a bit awkward. He knows what the noises mean the minute he first hears them, but isn’t sure how to approach this without embarrassing both of them. If it had been one of the other men, he’d have just slammed their door until they shut up so he didn’t have to listen to their tug session, but Prosciutto prided himself on being a gentleman, and didn’t want to embarrass a lady if he didn’t have to.

He waited about 5 or so minutes, hoping you would wrap up, but when you only got louder and louder he decided enough was enough. After all, god forbid one of the other men hear you-like Illusio or Formaggio. So, steeling himself, he coughed loudly and knocked on your door. You must not have heard him, as your moaning didn’t stop, you were clearly enjoying yourself too much to notice or care about the other men in the base.

Prosciutto huffed, almost offended. Is this what he gets for trying to be polite? Jerking off loudly like a common whore where anyone could walk into you? He tried the doorknob, and was almost disappointed you were careless enough to leave it unlocked. Really, this was all your fault, so when your noises of pleasure turned to shock and embarrassment, he merely chided you for your carelessness, forcing his tongue into your mouth to shut you up while he took over. He took control and instructed you how to properly touch yourself, as well as jerk him off in appreciation for the self-love lesson. He decides to leave it there for the night, as motivation for a reward the next time you’re home alone. So you better work hard on your next missions if you want him to properly fuck you, got it?

Pesci:

Pesci was grateful Prosciutto was willing to finish up the job for him, since it meant he got to go home early. Heck, maybe he could even get a chance to watch one of his documentaries before Formaggio came home and the game started. However, he was growing increasingly concerned about the noises coming from your room. He didn’t want to pry or anything, but you sounded...almost in pain. Sometimes you worked out or did yoga though, and Pesci thought that’s what you were working on, so he decided to leave you be.

However, upon hearing a loud crash, followed by a particularly pained groan, he thought it was best to check in on you. He knocked on your door frantically, but you were unable to answer it. Oh no, maybe you’d hurt yourself so badly you couldn’t even move! Determined to help you, he opened the door, only to see you writhing on the bed, nude and in the midst of an intense self-love session.

Pesci’s mouth opened, and closed, but unlike you, he couldn’t make a sound at the sight before him. It’s true, he harbored a small crush on you, but he had hope he would see you like this under better circumstances. He wasn’t sure what to do, he knew the right thing was to close the door and pretend like this never happened, but you seemed desperately in need of help, not to mention Pesci’s pants were tented with his own sudden but no less intense arousal.

Thinking back to advice Prosciutto had given him about manning up and taking what he wanted from life, he creeps up to your still unaware body, crouching onto your bed with a squeak of the bed springs. This is enough to break you from your trance, and you jolt up, looking at Pesci in shock and embarrassment. Pesci shushes you before you can say a word, pushing a trembling, clammy finger to your lips.

“Please...Let me help you y/n,” He begs you, looking you in the eyes with more courage and bravery than you’d seen from the man since you first met him. Still wet and horny, and body growing tired, you lick his finger, earning an adorable squeak from Pesci; this is going much better than he thought it would. You pull him on top of you, and show him what to do.

What Pesci lacks in experience he makes up for in quick-learning and a massive cock with a short refractory period. You move his hands for him across your body, bringing yourself to climax finally, and return the favor with a blowjob. Pesci doesn’t last long, but he’s hard again very quickly, which you decide to use to your advantage. You ride him again and again, Pesci doing everything you tell him to, and making sure you come as many times as he does. He comes everywhere, inside you and out and on your chest, and makes quite the mess of you.

IT doesn’t stop him from pulling you into a passionate kiss and spooning when you’re both sated, mumbling his thanks and sweet compliments about you. You end up sleeping together that night, and in the morning the men tease him half to death about it, but you can tell Prosciutto's proud of him.

Melone:

Oh, he’s been WAITING for this day since you first joined the team, and now that it’s finally happening he can hardly believe it’s real. First he Manages to reactivate the babyface from today’s mission to grab his camera and record everything. Then, he grabs his chest of toys from his room to help you out. He has a hard time not just jumping in and screwing you into your mattress, but like everything in Melone’s life, he has a plan for this, and he intends to follow through with it. After getting a minute or two of just your moans recorded (just in case his “mission” is unsuccessful, at least he’ll have fap material for later, he decides to make himself known.

“You know, y/n, your arm’s are going to get worn out like that before you’re able to climax if you keep this up.” Melone chided you, sitting on your vanity stool, head in his hands like he wasn’t just watching you touch yourself. You scream, out of shock and anger this time, trying to cover yourself and yell at him to get out. Melone’s incredibly stubborn however, and the tongue of a snake, and is able to persuade you into letting him stay, be it from charm, blackmail, or perhaps tapping into your own dark desires.

He starts by merely watching you, taking pictures with his phone and directing babyface on angles to take video. He instructs you on how to touch yourself, and gives you free range on his collection of toys. It all feels good, and you are able to come, but you’re still unsatisfied, to your disappointment. As if knowing this would be the result all along, Melone plays dumb and makes YOU beg him to touch and fuck you.

Once you finally give in, though, he’s much nicer to you, and to no one’s surprise is an excellent lover. He licks your pussy until you come again, and then finger fucks you once more for good measure, before pulling out his copy of the Kama Sutra. He lets you pick out your favorite positions, as well as a few he thinks will give you the most pleasure, and you tire yourself out.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiacchio does NOT want to deal with your loud noises right now, and he ESPECIALLY doesn’t want to deal with the “problem” it’s caused him personally. He breaks your door down, fully intending to chew you out for being so….”distracting” but ironically enough, Ghiacchio freezes when he sees you. He doesn’t have the most experience with dating, especially not with women (I imagine what limited experience he has was with other passione members *cough* Melone *cough*) so seeing you fully bare in front of him is a lot.

The noises you made haven’t helped either, halfway pained and desperate, it makes Ghiaccio oddly jealous; he wants to be the one that makes you make those noises. So before you can chase him out, or cover yourself, he tackles you on the bed, sloppily kissing and touching you. He’s rough, as you could have probably guessed, but also weirdly shy and gentle? For example, he fingers you so roughly and quickly you cum squirting within minutes, but he’s looking you in the eyes the entire time and gaging your expressions/reactions. He’s got a giant blush on his face, almost like he’s ashamed of doing this, but then bites your shoulder while he spears himself inside of you with a snarl.

Good news: you are no longer the loudest one in the house, Ghiacchio progressively growling then shouting the closer he is to climax. He jackhammers you with incredible speed, and bends your body in half to suit his own purposes. It takes him a couple rounds until he’s fully sated, but then he gets really soft afterwards. He likes to spoon you from behind so you don’t see his face, but he holds you gently, rubbing your shoulders where he nipped you, and soothing your sore muscles.

Risotto:

Let’s be honest: this isn’t his first time hearing you masterbate, he’s heard everyone in the base do it at least once. Hell, he’s even walked in on Melone a dozen times, once with Ghiacchio, so that’s not the issue. What is the issue, however, is that you’re being so loud and obvious he can’t ignore it. Even putting aside his personal feelings for you (which he isn’t necessarily willing to do) it would be bad if you were keeping yourself pent up like this around the others. You could be distracted on missions and hurt yourself or mess up your hit. Or worse- you could go to the others for sexual relief.

Clearly, you needed help, and it was your capo’s responsibility to help you take care of it, and only him. He turns invisible and sneaks into your room, but he needn’t have tried so hard to be stealthy. You were clearly in your own little world, fucking yourself on your fingers, crying out over the wet squelching of your aching pussy. He touches you lightly, so lightly you barely notice, while he’s still invisible. Sure, Risotto’s more than happy to do this, and he doesn’t care if you or the others know about his feelings, but he’s still a little shy, and unsure how you’ll react.

He’s worried for nothing, however, when you unconsciously rock into his touch, palming your breasts and licking the sweat off your brow. You’re confused about the phantom touches lingering on your body and invisible force rubbing your clit, but too aroused to do anything about it. You merely relax your tired body, letting yourself be finger-fucked into climax, crying out in pleasure-pain from the large, rough hands raking orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

After Risotto’s able to finger you enough to (he hopes) sufficiently stretch you out, he repositions your limp body, fluffing pillows under your head and placing you to face his still invisible body. He rubs the head of his cock against your clit and entrance, collecting as much lubrication onto his cock as he can. At the last minute, Risotto turns himself invisible, and watches the look of surprise and embarrassment turn into red hot need as he bottoms out into your aching, tender pussy.

He doesn’t go easy on you, each thrust hitting the deepest parts of you, forcing squeals out of you every time. You wrap your arms around him, trying to take some sort of control of the situation, but Risotto doesn’t give you an inch as he fucks the daylights out of you. Your moans spur him on, having gone from non-specific mewling to begging for Risotto to go deeper, harder, “more, more, more!” Risotto likes this side of you best, completely under his control and telling him exactly what he’s doing to you.

Far too soon, you orgasm again, already sensitive from your previous orgasms. Risotto isn’t done though, and doesn’t finish for several hours. Even when the others go home, and are tempted to say something, they hear who’s name you’re calling, and think twice before interrupting their capo’s “alone time.” Finally, after finishing, You pass out almost immediately, too exhausted to even clean yourself off. So, Risotto takes care of you, cleaning up your mess, putting some comfy pjs on you, and fetching some water and painkillers (just in case).

When he walks out of your room, the Squad is silent, no one daring to say anything (Ghiacchio and Formaggio are physically restraining Melone from talking). Risotto sees no need to say anything to them either, merely gives them all an unreadable look, before smiling to himself and returning to your room. Tomorrow, he’s going to need to rearrange the schedule; you’ll need some time off to recover.

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pollyaunt · 2 years

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Break My Heart- chapter 12

Fandom: From Blood & Ash | ch13

TW: None yet.

Summary: What happens when the star quarterback of Atlantia High School grows an interest towards the shy, adorable but smart girl in his grade? Come and join Hawke and Poppy on this rollercoaster of emotions.

a/n: you're welcome in advance ;)

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By the end of the day, I came to a realization.

It's official.

I was falling for Hawke.

Hard.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself that night when I couldn't sleep.

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For the next few days, I totally avoided Hawke. I know, I was being a coward but I couldn't help but overthink.

At first, Hawke was confused.

But then he understood that I was avoiding him and stalked me everywhere until I didn't tell him the reason.

So to take my mind off from him, I decided to attend one of my classmates party. I was never really a fan of these parties but I went with Venotta to some of them to keep her company.

Speaking of Venotta, she's still avoiding me and honestly, I didn't care anymore.

I had made terms with one more realization: Venotta was in fact controlling me. I was just too oblivious to realize it until then.

But tonight was just about me.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror in my room and gave a once look over my outfit.

I was wearing a rose gold dress which reached above me knees and had very thin straps. My red hair were in loose waves and my face had minimal makeup.

I did a little twirl and posed in front of the mirror then went in my closet in search of my stilettoes.

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The party was in full swing when I arrived.

People were grinding against each other on the dance floor, some making out in the corners while others were in the backyard.

I went towards the kitchen and poured myself soda in a plastic cup since I didn't drink. Plus, no one was with me to make sure I would remain alive or not.

I stood at a corner, having little sips from my cup and let my gaze wander around the room.

Despite me dolling up and deciding to have this night for myself, I couldn't help but let the feeling of loneliness creep me. I truly had no real friend.

I was lost in my trail of thought when somebody reached me from behind and covered my mouth.

My eyes widened and my first instinct was to bite the hand cupping my mouth and the person behind me hissed.

Without wasting a second, I stomped my heel on the person's feet and then whirled around, kicking them in the groin.

I was about to headbutt the guy when he said, "Poppy, stop!"

Wait a damn minute. I knew that voice.

"What the hell Hawke?!"

Hawke stood before me, holding his crotch and let out a hiss.

My eyes widened for the second time in a spam of sixty seconds and then I exclaimed, "Oh my Gods, I'm so sorry."

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After the incident, we went towards a balcony in the house.

The wind blew my hair in all directions and the faint sound of music could be heard from downstairs.

"You really need to teach me how you did that, Princess."

I chuckled at that and Hawke surprised me by tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"You're looking beautiful." I became lost in his eyes when he said that and a blush rose on my cheeks.

"We need to talk."

And that was enough of a reason to bring me back to reality. The whole realization came to my mind and I staggered a few steps back, "I- uh I have to....."

Before I could make an excuse to leave, Hawke got hold of my wrist and tugged me back towards him.

"Not this time. You have to tell me what I did, Poppy. Why are you avoiding me?"

The desperation in his eyes and the fact he used my name this time made me pause.

I knew it was time.

And so I took my time, a few deep breaths and fidgeted my fingers.

I closed my eyes and then opened to see directly in Hawke's eyes. He raised an eyebrow when I still said nothing and I clenched my jaw.

My stomach had an entire zoo of itself inside when I spoke.

"I am falling for you, Hawke."

He froze. The crickets froze. Hell, even the wind stopped.

And then I started rambling.

"I was avoiding you because I was too much of a coward to say anything. Also, because I wanted to be sure that I was really falling for you. There was also the matter that even you feel anything like that or not. And that scared me. I became-"

I never got to finish my sentence because at the next moment, Hawke pressed his lips on mine.

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SOOO IM BACK FULL AND HEALTHY AFTER A WEEK!!! AND IT HAPPENED BITCHES !!!!!!!

The dress Poppy wore:

https://pin.it/7ysW6mg

tag list: @the-introverted-reader

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ikevamp-annalyne · 4 years

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it's me again~ ik im probably getting annoying by spamming your askbox 😔 but i just love all your headcanons🥺 ( YOUR MIND IS BRILLIANT). for this request, how will the ikevamp suitors be during MC's bday and she makes them guess her age (like they thought she was in her early 20s cuz she looks young or smth but she's actually in her late 20s or early 30). Love you and thann you in advance if you did this request 💕💕.

Hey there!!! (=ﾟωﾟ)ノ Oh my God no worries for all the asks! I loved doing them! And with yours now, I have finally answered all the asks I had! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) I am so sorry for the late; I hope you will like it anyway!

Napoleon:

"Happy birthday, nunuche." You plant yourself in front of him, a huge grin on your face. "Heheh thanks! Can you guess my age though?" He smirks and messes your hair. "Well, 22 or something?" You stick your tongue out. "Nope. 29. You loser, try again." He is surprised but then, Monsieur de Wahahah strikes again and he laughs so much everyone hears him in the mansion. "Wow, you're actually old!" You punch his shoulder but laugh with him.

Mozart:

You find a tiny violet on your pillow, with a small piece or paper and a meat handwritten note on it. "Happy birthday." You smile and rush outside to hug tackle Mozart on his way out of the music room. He barely catches you before you kiss him. "Heheh best birthday ever!" You say as you stare at him. "By the way, do you know how old I am?" "Hmf, 23?" You giggle. "Nope! 28, I am a grandma." His eyes widen and you laugh at his shocked Pikachu face.

Leonardo:

As you are cleaning the windows, Leonardo appears behind you and whispers a sweet "Happy birthday, Cara Mia" to your ear. You turn around and throw yourself at his neck. "Heheh thanks. Still in love with the granny I am? "You, a granny? You're like 21, Cara Mia" he laughs. You smirk. "Hah. I'm 31. You've been fooled." He tilts his head and giggles. "Hah, you've got fooling looks, you vecchia." You pinch him as he dies of laughter.

Arthur:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUV!" he throws himself at you while you are getting out of bed, your nightgown barely staying in place. "Heheh thanks!" You smile anyway. "So, which year do we celebrate?" he asks. "Take a guess, my dear." He smirks. "Pff, as if you could outdo me! I bet you're... 26?" You stick your tongue out. "Wrong! I'm 29! Your instinct has weakened, darling!" He is shocked and the pouts at you. "That was mean." You giggle.

Vincent:

He knocks at your door, holding a painting in front of him. So the first thing you see is him with a painting, saying the sweetest "Happy birthday!" You hug him tightly and he kisses your hair. "Hey" you ask while lifting your chin. "How old do you think I am?" He giggles. "I don't know, hm... 25?" You smile brightly. "I'm 31 hahah. Bet you didn't expect that!" He smiles and kisses your nose. "Whatever it is, you are still the most perfect." You blush.

Theodorus:

"So, hondje's getting old? Won't give you maturity though!" He smirks while messing with your hair. "Pff!" You slap his arm. "Show some respect to me!" "Pff, you're still a stupid baby." "Oh yeah? Try guessing my age, then!" He stares at you, making you blush. "23." You smirk. "You fool, I am 30! Who's stupid now?" The shock wave passed, he smirks and carries you like a potato sack! "Shut up, knabbeltje, or I'm eating you." "GO ON, COWARD!"

Isaac:

"H-happy birthday..." Isaac is so very cute, blushing like this while grabbing your fingers. "Thanks, Isaac. Do you want to try guessing my age?" He stares, tomato red. But he tries anyway. "Well, you, you seem young so- 25?" You smile and gently kiss his cheek. "Almost, I am 27. I hope I'm not too old for you?" You laugh while he grabs your waist for a tight hug. "You, I don't-! I don't care... And I am older anyway, so- huh- anyway-!" You giggle.

Jean:

"Happy birthday, Mademoiselle." Jean is standing there, cake in hand. "Oh thank you, Jean! Did you bake this yourself?" He nods and you smile at the icing letters. "I wanted to put your age but I realised I don't know it." "Oh, how old do you think I am?" "20?" You laugh. "Add 7 years! I am 27." His eyes widen and he just stares at you, making you blush. "I am old, aren't I...?" He smiles and caresses your hair. "Not at all, age doesn't matter to me."

Dazai:

"Yoshiko-san! Happy birthday!" You laugh at Dazai climbing over your window and falling in your room. "Hahah thanks!" He collapses on your bed. "So. For how long have you lived?" You smirk and poke his cheek. "Take a gues." "Hmmm, 23?" You giggle. "You're far!" "Oh my, are you 25?" You stick your tongue out. "29, you weren't close!" He has a soft laugh. "Your beauty has not withered with time." You blush deep shades of red while he laughs.

William:

"Happy birthday, my Juliet." You laugh and kiss his cheek. "Thanks, my Romeo. I hope we wont't face the same tragic end! Oh well, cannot be the case since I am way older than Juliet." Will looks lost in thought. "Hm, how old are thee, then?" You laugh. "Take a guess?" "Hm... I will say, 22. Young adult." "Hahah not at all! Add 6 years!" He is shocked. "Oh my, that much?" You giggle. "You are into oldies!" He smirks and kisses you.

Comte:

"Happy birthday, ma chérie." Comte has a huge present box in hands. "Oh thank you chéri!" You throw yourself at him and he spins you around. "What age do we celebrate?" You grin. "What do you think?" He kisses your nose. "Whatever it is, it doesn't change anything." You blush. "You're unfair. Take a guess!" He laughs. "Okay, then, 24?" You kiss his cheek. "31. I am old." He giggles. "Never older than me, however." You laugh your head off in his arms.

Sebastian:

"Happy birthday." You stare in awe at the gigantic cake on the kitchen table. "Oh my God, Sebastian! This is amazing!!! Thank you!!!" You hug him so tight he nearly falls. "Oh, watch out! Youngsters these days..." he smirks. You pout. "I am not a youngster!" "Oh really? You cannot be older than 25." You grin. "I am 30, Mr Perfect Butler." His eyes widen slightly. But it is still younger than me." And as you proceed to grumble, he shuts you up with a deep kiss.

Thank you for all the asks!!! It was such an amazing experience!!! ｡･ﾟヾ(✦థ ｪ థ)ﾉ｡ﾟ･｡ I will give you a headsup when I open them again! Thank you all for sticking with me and having so much patience, love you all and you are all so very precious ♡♡♡ take care and stay safe! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

On with the tag squad!!! ლ(´◉❥◉｀ლ)

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@thesirenwashere

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Changing lives (reprise)

Summery: Roman and Remus get the rest of the reviews and it was horrible that it closed their show. They soon meet one of their old friends and Remus’s husband meets them and soon they find something on Twitter to change their lives

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When their singing

Remus-green

Roman-red

Janus-orange

C!thomas-pink

All-purple

“The rest of the reviews are in! New York post, associated press, New York times” exclaimed Joan with ther phone in the air everyone started to get excited and looked on their phones as Roman and Remus are about to listen to how great their musical is........or so they thought.

Everyone’s faces changed to a sad and disappointed look and started leaving

“What? What’s happening?” said Roman as he watch everyone look at him and his brother in sadness.

“This is not a review anyone wants when you have shitty advance sales. This is gonna close us” said Joan

Roman gasp and Remus was shocked “What didn’t they like was it the hip hop?”

“Yeah but not that”

“For gods sake sakes Joan read it.” The twins sat down as Joan read the horrible reviews.

“Ok here’s the highlights, “Remus Allen’s FDR might just be the most insulting misguided, offensive, and laughable performance that this reviewer has ever had the squirming misfortune to endure. Emphasis on the insulting because he try to make him self look like that he was trying to give me intrusive thoughts about FDR.”

“That’s how I normally look what the hell?!?!”

“I mean it’s not so bad” said Roman as he played with his dress

“DO HIM ALREADY!!” “What I’m just saying.”

“Watching Romans Eleanor Roosevelt, corking out a heavy-handed message of activism, is like paying an aging drag queen to shove a syurp-soaked American flag down my throat. And also Eleanor should have been played by a women”

Roman was on the verge of tears “Thats not criticism that’s a personal attack.” His voice cracked and Remus hugged him as he shed a tear

“If your considering buying a ticket to the show do yourself a favor. By a few feet of good heavy rope instead and then go hang yourself”

“Holy fuck, oh god, poopy. Was the show that bad?”

“It’s not the show it’s you two. Your just not likeable.”

“What?” They said simultaneously

“Nobody likes a narcissist.” They sat in silence over what they just heard. “Leave it to me I’ll go and try to change the narrative once again” Joan then left the twins alone in the bullding

“I hate this world” “this just hurts my heart, Where did everybody go?”

They talked over each other as the walk to the bar to find a man in a pink suit. “What can I get ya?” said the man “Yola mezcal blackberry smash” said the twins at the same time. “My condolences Roman. But remember you do have friends” said the man making their drinks.”

“Thank you. Who are you?”

“Thomas Sanders.......we’ve done five shows together.”

“Ugh Thomas went to Juilliard and won’t shut up about.” Whispered Remus as he told Roman “Oh right Thomas. Thomas haha....... why are you dressed like waiter?” I’m in between gigs at the moment. Honestly Roman I feel adrift as i did in my days before Juilliard” Remus proceed to chug a drink that was on the table as Thomas continued to talk about Juilliard and the two were just over it.

“Still I have played hamlet and I’m still known as that guy from the beloved early aughts sitcom “Talk to the hand” I question everything about my existence” As he continues to rant about the past what they didn’t notice as a man in a golden sequiny dress with a black hat and a yellow ribbon tied on it with long golden brown hair walking their way

“Hey guys!”

Roman and Remus turned around to see Janus Allen, Remus’s husband

“Jannie!!!” Remus picked up Janus and spun him around and soon dipped him into a kiss which turn into a make out session. “Ahem I know you two lovebirds haven’t seen each other all day but can it wait we’re still here ya know.” They both looked at Roman and giggle a little from embarrassment “Sorry your show closed on opening night again. Welcome to the world of the unemployed,hit me up next.”

“I thought you were in Chicago?” asked Remus “I totally didn’t quit just now 20 years in the chorus and still wouldn’t let me play Roxie Hart and now their letting Tina Louise play her” “That bitch is still alive” said Remus as he chugs another drink

“We’re wasting our lives.” Said Roman as they are all slightly drunk “Ok I refuse to give up we’re still celebrities we still have power.” “Yeah well The Times casted you out” said Thomas as he poured another drink “Yep they wrote you off as aging narcissist and I’m only allowed to call Remus that.” “I still don’t understand what’s wrong with that.” Said Roman as he drinks even more. “You know what we will become celebrity arsonist.” “Babe it’s call celebrity activist we are not burning down another building like last time.” “Ok everyone think of causes.”

“Poverty”

“World hunger”

“Too big we need something we can handle”

“Let’s see whats trending” said Janus “Trump, trump, trump, ooo how about this boy he’s all over Twitter. His names Patton Heart. He’s from edgewater, Indiana. He’s gay. He wanted to take his boyfriend to the highschool prom and the pta went apeshit and canceled it.”

We are now in Edgewater, Indiana and Patton Heart is watching the head of the pta, Mrs Green being interviewed. “We have very strict rules for prom. Young ladies must wear non-revealing dresses. Young men must wear suits or tuxes. And if a student chooses to bring a date it must be of the opposite sex” “Can’t you just ban this student?” “Well we’ve been advised that there may be some legal repercussions if we prevent this boy from attending so although it breaks my heart we have no choice to cancel prom.” We move to Mr Virgil Hawkins the principal “The first thing I’m going to do is contact the state attourney this is not about school rules this is a civil right case.” “Wait seriously?” Said Patton. “Yes and if word gets out people will get mad and next thing you know some modern day Eleanor Roosevelt is gonna come and hell’s gonna break loose.”

We move back to New York “We got to go down their and raise holy hell” exclaimed Roman “We’ll be the biggest thing to happen to Indiana since........whatever’s happen in Indiana are you with me!?!” Said Remus as he and Roman start stand on top of a table they all cheered “We’ll get Joan to tag along to find us a venue” “I just book us a non-union tour of Godspell and I goes through Indiana we can ride on the bus.” Said Thomas “Can we do this guys” Said Janus “You bet your sweet MILF ass we can jannie”

🎶 We are gonna prove that in this day and age being gay isn’t a crime. This is out moment to change the world one homo 🎶

🎶Homo🎶

🎶Homo 🎶

🎶Homo🎶

🎶At a time🎶

🎶 we’re gonna help that little homo, whether he likes it or not, when your a legendary thespian 🎶

🎶First you help the distressed 🎶

🎶Then you help the distraught🎶

🎶We’re gonna go to where the necks are red and lack of dentistry thrives, Why sing and dance when you can take a stance🎶

🎶And know your truly changing lives. We’re gonna March until that town looks like the end of act one in les mis. You don’t gotta have a Ph.D in psych to know that people kowtow to the folks in the biz🎶

🎶We’re gonna teach’em to be more PC the minute or group arrives🎶

🎶That’s right🎶

🎶Those fist-pumping🎶

🎶Bible-thumping🎶

🎶Spam-eating🎶

🎶Cousin-humping🎶

🎶Cow-tipping🎶

🎶Shoulder-slumping🎶

🎶Tea-bagging🎶

🎶Jesus-jumping🎶

🎶Losers and their inbred wives. They’ll learn compassion🎶

🎶And better fashion🎶

🎶Once we at last start changing lives!!!!🎶

🎶Now let’s go help that dyke🎶

People to tag/ @artissijules

This took a long time to write

#sanders sides #logicality #thomas sanders #livy writes #janus sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #c!thomas #demus #dukeceit #sanders sides the prom au #ts joan #prinxiety

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