#this was requested an hour ago and technically they're closed

[mspaint-flower]

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in a little bowl

warm bath

[vrmxlho]

Hi can you write some fluff headcanons of gokurakugai characters ? Maybe their S/O taking care of them when they come home from work? Especially with Yoru, Alma, Tao,

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There's like no content of gokurakugai 😭

you are so right we 100% need more content cuz every fanfic or scenario abt them is all in my head and i think i’m going insane 😭😭 ALSO ALMA MY LOVE MY WHOLE BLOG IS DEDICATED TO HIM, PRETTY BABY, if anyone is seeing this go read gokurakugai rn, this isn’t a request it’s an order 👿 +++ is this even what you meant by the request??? i have 0 reading comprehension skills

cw: not proofread + swearing + bad english because i'm sleepy >:(

YORU 夜

this man oh my lord

he could have literally had the most peaceful night of his life but when he gets home he makes a huge deal about it just to get kisses and hugs

he loves when you baby him

could come home with a single scratch on his hand but he will milk the shit out of

he always asks for kisses wherever he's hurt

he tells you that they're the only antidote to the pain he feels

you actually have no idea what he does since he's so mysterious but you're always worried because of the ungodly hours he comes back at

one day you just started inspecting his body in the shower and you were surprised by how many scratches and strange bruises there were and from then on you never left his side

you always have ice packs and heating pads at home to throw at him whenever he's complaining

though you do love hugging him and cuddling

most of the time to 'take care' of him all you do is give him back rubs which ends with you on his lap making out with him

although he always comes home in middle of the night and leaves early in the morning he always falls asleep after you because he wants to make sure you're not stressing too much

his personal philosophy is "holding hands saves lives" and he lives by it

always holding your hands because he had a "long day"

technically, length-wise, he did...

but he was really just walking around strangling people so

acts like he's dying so he can get your attention

actually pathetic (affectionate)

"y/n, i can feel myself slipping away." he was lying on the sofa dramatically. eyes closed, legs slightly falling off the edge and his hand on his head. he didn't notice you watching him and when he opened his eyes to check if you were paying attention, your gazes locked. he quickly turned away of course, and let out a theatrical sigh. "y/n please." you had diverted your attention for about one second because the soup you were making was making gross bubbly noises and you wanted to turn the gas off, but yoru needed you all to himself. he looked cute here. his face a bit flushed because he really did have a fever. his hair was a mess and his long body was flopped in an uncomfortable position in order to leave some space for you. you poured the soup into a small bowl and walked up to him. "my arms hurt." "i'm not going to feed you." he pouted. "i guess i won't eat then." rolling your eyes, you placed yourself on the sofa, took a spoonful of soup, blew a bit on it and motioned it his open mouth. it felt good being next to him. at least you could make sure he was safe. he could be calm with you. he could finally rest.

ALMA アルマ

he’s always late from work cuz he's a hard working baby

but even if he does come back at ungodly hours he always manages to bring food with him

and it's always your favs

somehow he has food from your favourite restaurant that closed down two years ago and who's chef was imprisoned for arson?????

what does this man do...

anyway

the second he gets home you're checking to see if he's fine and if he's going to need emergency iron tablets from blood loss

he hates when you do that because he feels like it's his duty to take care of you and that if you're the one doing the caring he's failed in some way

so he always brushes you off and tells you to go to sleep because its 03:41!!

it takes a bit, nay, a lot of insisting for him to finally let you take care of him

so the first thing you do is have a shower, washing his back and giving him head massages while he tells you about his day

checking over his chest because you're worried he's hurt and telling him to shut up when he laughs at how much you care

he tells you he would do blood tests everyday if you were the one examining him

if he ever comes back even slightly hurt you'll scold him for being careless and then give him kisses, telling him you'd die if anything happens to him

that made him want to try even harder and make sure you were never sad or scared

kindest baby, my actual husband

if for some reason he's come home without food and you're hungry he will cook for you, he's been helping out at auntie's just to be able to please you

what a man

"alma dear, there's no need to cook we can just go to the convenience store!" "convenience store? i'm not letting you eat that..." "babe about 1/2 of your meals are from the convenience store. you must be tired, i know how much you work..." "you take care of me every night, let me do something for you for once." he had stopped dicing the onions. both of your eyes were stinging but alma could be very stubborn when he wanted to be. he set down the knife, slightly patted his hands on his apron and pulling you in by the waist. "i really appreciate everything you do for me, you know. but i feel bad for making you worry so much." "don't feel bad alma, i love you." to this he pulled you into a tight hug and all you could do was put your arms around his neck. he smelled like a mixture of blood and soap. he felt warm but you could feel the tiredness in the hug. you wanted to sedate him so he would actually take a fucking break. "alma i swear to god, if you do let me take care of you i'm going to shove this knife into you." "it wouldn't be so bad if you did it." you hate how he made you blush even when he was a blink from deep sleep. i guess it can't be helped. he would never allow you to be the caregiver, so you might as well accept all the love he was giving right?

TAO タオ

mommy

there i said it

not even a potential mother, she is THE mother

barely gets hurt because she's so cool and hot like that

you're always worried though, because you know she's the type to get into dangerous situations and misjudge or underestimate them

however, she never allows you to take care of her, she's gruff and reserved most of the time, even if she loves you very dearly

but after whining about how much you wanted to baby her she'll stop resisting as much

she'll allow you to make her meals

mostly because she can't be bothered but also because she loves tasting the love in your food

she'll reward you with kisses and massages

even when she's the one who's sore and in need of massages

she sort of projects her needs onto you because she's like a mum

(please come home tao, the kids miss you)

though she is very obedient when you order her to eat, or to sleep on time

she lets you fix her wounds up and undress her when she's really tired (not always in a sexual way)

if she ever thinks you're paying her too much attention though she will straight up tell you to calm down and assure you that she's fine

she feels really bad for making you worry

but deep down she really enjoys the attention

not that she'd ever admit it

"you're back tao! what do you want for dinner?" "nothing honestly, alma and i already ate." "oh." you hated when she did this. yes this was so you could rest with her. and yes, it meant more cuddles and warm hugs. but you really wanted to take care of her. be motherly. so you gave her a pout and pleading puppy dog eyes. to this she raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "this won't work. let's just go to bed." "you will sit here and you will have dinner with me." she did as you said. she sat down with a huff and rested her head in her hand as you cooked away in front of her. it was nice and silent, the quietness was comforting. but you also wanted to hear about her day. listen to her rants and such. "so...tell me about your day." "it's really late dear, let's just sleep. i'll tell you tomorrow." "oh come on you always say that." "promise." you set down your plate, turning back to her. "i'm in middle of cooking, stop being rude." "fine..." the night passed slowly. somehow she ended up putting on some music and while you waited for the food to be done cooking you danced. you held her in your arms for she was exhausted. you loved it like this. in the arms of the one you loved. where you both would be safe, and cared for.

[calistrae]

pillow talk. richarlison

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pairing: richarlison x gn!reader

warnings: very slightly suggestive if you blink (just in case: minors dni!)

notes: i went to check my inbox and there were like five requests for richarlison and i kind of feel bad for not posting anything for him earlier lmao but here you are loves <3 hope it's worth the VERY long wait! and tysm for 300 followers, i really appreciate it!

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as late hours of the night ticked away, you found yourself in bed, snuggled up under multiple blankets as the air in london was getting colder with each passing day. your boyfriend had left for training over three hours ago and you couldn't wait for him to return.

every minute of your day up until now had been rough - being on your feet all day and finally you were in the comfort of your soft, cloud-like bed. the only thing that would make this moment better would be his arms around you, keeping you close and drawing you into him. he couldn't be away for much longer, right? it had already been so long but time only seemed to pass slower. maybe it was your despair causing you to feel this way.

you had barely seen each other before he was headed out to training, the most you got was a gentle peck on the lips that promised to be back as soon as possible. it felt like an eternity away from the current moment but as if angels had answered your prayers, you heard the slam of your front door. not an aggressive one, just a slam. you heard him shuffle his jacket and boots off and it didn't take long until he was upstairs.

neither of you wanted to do anything but be in one another's arms, you could see that from the way he plopped down onto the matress, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. "hi" you simply muttered as he wrapped his firm frame around your body, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "meu amor, you can't even imagine how hectic today has been."

"i've been running around all day as well, my feet are killing me." you admitted and he nodded lightly, which caused his hair to rub up against your skin and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. at this, his smile grew and he took a quick glance at your face "for someone that had a rough day, you still look awfully beautiful." he hummed and adjusted himself so he leaned above you, his hands supporting himself but he couldn't hold himself up for much longer as his arms gave out in less than half a minute.

"rough session?" you questioned with a small smile and kissed his cheek to which he nodded and sighed "coach was trying to kill us, i swear." you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, drawing him closer as if there was any space left between the two of you. just by touching him, you could feel the tension in his muscles and hadn't you been so tired, you would've given him a massage. instead, you opted for giving him gentle kisses on his cheeks and temples.

"i feel like my boss hates me. they're always giving me a hundred different tasks and i have to get them done by the end of the day even if they're not things that don't technically have to be rushed." you ranted and groaned quietly, looking over at him every few seconds to make sure he was still listening. and he was, his eyes on you as he slowly nodded along. sometimes this was all you needed, you didn't need him to say anything but you had reassurance that he was listening. your relationship had always been turbulent, so moments like this were so important.

just the two of you in each other's embrace, talking about your days while snuggling up underneath the cushions. nothing in the whole world could disturb how at peace and relaxed you felt.

"missed you so much too. really didn't help with the stress." you added as you were finally finished with rambling on about how difficult your day had been. "oh, amor. i missed you too. so much." he whispered and you felt him place his palm on your cheek, carefully pulling you in before he placed a kiss on your lips.

you weren't sure how long you had been laying there by now. you were now facing each other as your boyfriend's hand gingerly dragged across your features, a tired smile on his lips. "you are so beautiful." you couldn't help but blush, turning your face into the pillow beneath your head "you keep repeating that and it's making me blush!" you accused, which made him laugh.

"well, yes, meu amor. that's my job. but i can do way more than just make you blush." he pointed out with a mischievous smile and god, that grin looked so stupid. his comment made you roll your eyes and lightly, you swung your hand at his arm, giving it a gentle swat.

"if you keep doing that, i'll show you what i can do!" he 'threatened' as he pinned himself above you once again, caging you between his arms as he stared at you with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"mhm, and if you keep teasing, i'll show you my own skills and we all know you can't resist" you countered and matched his expression. in response, you heard a whine before all of his weight laid on top of you "don't tease. i'm way too tired for this." he groaned.

"you started it! and get off me, you're like a bag of rocks" you argued but went quiet when you heard a quiet snore.

oh boy.

[jaimebluesq]

hiiiii. remember that post we discussed where jin guangyao mistakenly gets the idea nie huaisang is the same kind of libertine as his father and is trying so hard not to let his feelings about it show that he just keeps stressing himself out more? and then it turns out the brothel workers aren't sex partners, they're novel/art collaborators?

(i swear im not asking for a full fic. one little scene is *plenty*.)

Yes! I'm more than happy to oblige :D I hope you enjoy this, and happy birthday!

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Meng Yao was seriously questioning all of his life choices.

It has seemed a good idea to come to Qinghe Nie after his efforts to join Lanling Jin had been thwarted. At first it had seemed the Nie were just as bad as every other cultivator, judging him for his mother’s profession, until Nie Mingjue had proven to be above such things. Meng Yao had happily taken advantage of the new opportunity presented to him to try and make himself invaluable to his sect leader, hoping that under Nie Mingjue, his hard work would speak for itself. And his life had been going well! Even when he’d been assigned to occasionally wrangle his sect leader’s little brother, what had first seemed to be a punishment became a boon because he soon discovered that very few people were trusted enough to allow close to the Nie brothers. Nie Huaisang had almost immediately adopted Meng Yao as another older brother, despite them being quite similar in age, and Meng Yao came to realize he actually enjoyed doting on him in return.

There had only been one problem: the sweet boy he’d taken a shining to was a Jin Guangshan in the making. At first it had been subtle, him noticing Nie Huaisang’s occasional lustful and lascivious glance toward women and men alike, though his looks were always well-disguised so as not to clue in the object of his affections. Then there had been the spring books – so many spring books – that always seemed to be open to the most lewd images whenever Meng Yao visited his young master’s bedroom. Finally, it had been the brothel visits. That had been the last straw for Meng Yao, the moment he’d truly begun shaking his head at his charge’s future and wondering what he had gotten himself into coming to Qinghe Nie. Had he adopted a ‘didi’ only to watch him become his father? One time, Nie Mingjue had asked him to accompany Nie Huaisang on one of his visits to the Scarlet Veil, but Meng Yao had found an excuse to remain in the Unclean Realm. After Meng Yao had refused two more such requests, Nie Mingjue had stopped asking, which suited him just fine.

Until today. Technically, his sect leader had not asked him to accompany Nie Huaisang to the brothel – because Nie Huaisang was already there, and was late coming home. The disciple that had left with him had returned an hour ago, drunk and reeking of alcohol with no memory of having been accompanied by anyone, let alone his young master. And thus Nie Mingjue had come to Meng Yao and asked him to retrieve his brother because there were few others he trusted to do so while keeping his brother’s reputation intact.

How could Meng Yao refuse?

And now he stood before the brothel’s doors, dreading what he would find when he entered.

He hadn’t been to a brothel since he had left Yunping. They reminded him far too much of his childhood, walking down corridors to hear moans of pleasure and the occasional scream of pain when a client abused the courtesan who had taken them to bed, worrying every day that his mother would meet such a client and she would be taken from him. Fear that he would be forced into the same line of work despite his mother’s efforts to keep him from it. He respected the courtesans who worked such places – their clients were the ones who deserved his derision.

And unfortunately, sweet little Nie Huaisang was one such client.

He took a steeling breath before entering the Scarlet Veil and speaking to one of the ladies, introducing himself as a representative of Nie Mingjue and asking to speak with Nie Huaisang. He expected to be told to wait while they retrieved him – instead, the woman gave him a knowing smirk and waved for him to follow her down the corridor. He kept the disgust from his face as he imagined the worst, of walking in on Nie Huaisang in bed with a courtesan – this was a side of his young charge he did not want to see in person, but if it was what he needed to do to retrieve him, then he would suffer through it.

They approached a door at the end of the corridor and the woman told him that Nie Huaisang was inside, then she turned and left. She didn’t even have the courtesy to stand by as moral support as he entered whatever den of depravity lie beyond this door. He sighed and knocked to advertise his presence.

After several moments, the door was slid open just enough for a head to peek through. “Yes?” the woman asked, looking Meng Yao from head to toe. She was still fully dressed in silky green robes, her hair coiffed to perfection and her makeup immaculate.

“I’m here to retrieve Nie-gongzi,” he said with a smile to mask his displeasure.

“And you would be?”

“This one is Meng Yao.”

“Just a moment.” The door was slid shut and he could hear voices murmuring on the other side, but soon enough it was slid open all the way and the woman gave him a small bow. “Please come in. Nie-gongzi is just on the other side of the screen.”

The door was shut behind him as he moved into the room. The screen was rosewood with paper panels, each painted to portray an erotic act between two or more participants. He closed his eyes a moment as if that could prevent him from seeing whatever was in the room beyond the screen, but he had to open them eventually. He sighed and walked around it-

He froze.

“I know I’m late,” Nie Huaisang called out from a low table on the floor. “But I’m so close to being finished, I didn’t think Da-ge would mind too much.”

Nie Huaisang was kneeling and holding a paint brush, fully dressed in the same clothing he’d worn upon leaving the Unclean Realm. There was a courtesan seated to his left wearing black robes with lavender piping, and she held in her hand an ink stick which she ground in a bowl to produce a silky dark grey ink. Before them stood another courtesan, bare save for a diaphanous sash that was strategically placed to cover certain parts of her body, and she held still as if she had been a dancer caught mid-movement.

This... wasn’t what he’d expected.

He approached Nie Huaisang’s table and looked down to find several pieces of paper, all of which had been painted to show the three courtesans present in various poses and states of undress. The detail was exquisite – he had appreciated Nie Huaisang’s artistic talents before, but nothing Meng Yao had seen compared to what he was currently working on.

“I found the story!” The courtesan who had admitted Meng Yao approached with a sheaf of papers in her hand. “We wrote this one a month ago, and I think it will work perfectly with this set of paintings.”

Nie Huaisang excitedly took the papers from her hand and looked them over, then grinned. “You’re right, this one’s perfect! Do you think we’ll be able to get it finished in time?”

The courtesan nodded and sat to his right. “We promised the publisher a new book before the season was out, and this should satisfy him until we finish some of our more intricate pieces.”

Publisher? Story? Meng Yao’s mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“Ah, where are my manners,” Nie Huaisang muttered, then looked up to Meng Yao. “A-Yao, these are Lady Zhou, Lady Yang, and Lady Wong. Ladies, this is Meng Yao – I’ve mentioned him before.”

The woman who had been grinding ink – Lady Yang – placed the ink stick onto the grinding bowl and wiped off her hands, then she stood up and bowed to him. “It is an honour, Meng Yao. Would you like to sit? We have some tea, if you like.”

Nie Huaisang tsked. “What did I tell you about there being no bows in this room.” He smiled at her affectionately and she giggled, then turned to fetch the tea.

Meng Yao slowly lowered himself to the table opposite Nie Huaisang. “May I ask, Nie-gongzi... what exactly is going on here?”

“What do you mean?” Nie Huaisang asked, pursing his lips as he lifted his brush to make another stroke upon his paper. “You’ve seen my spring books.”

“I’ve seen spring books in your room, yes...”

“Honestly, the first few I acquired were so badly drawn. Limbs out of proportion, bodies in unnatural positions... you would think the artist had never seen a naked woman before.”

“Neither had you, at the time,” Lazy Zhou teased with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, but at least I had the sense to see one before putting ink to paper to draw one.”

“So...” Meng Yao paused, feeling as if he needed to reevaluate his entire worldview. “You’ve been coming to the brothel to paint.”

Nie Huaisang nodded.

“He’s being modest,” Lady Wong said from above – she shifted from where she’d been standing and stretched out her limbs. “He paints and writes most of the stories-”

“The three of you help!” Nie Huaisang protested.

“-and it was his idea to publish our own spring books,” Lady Wong finished.

“Now who’s being modest?” Nie Huaisang returned. “We all know the three of you are the sexual experts here – none of the sex scenes would be remotely legible if it weren’t for your experience.”

Lady Yang returned with the tea set and distributed cups, then patted Nie Huaisang’s head. “We keep telling you we’re more than happy to help you get some experience as well.”

Nie Huaisang’s face turned bright red. He picked up a cup and drank to avoid replying.

“He’s a romantic,” Lady Zhou said in an aside to Meng Yao. “Says he’s waiting for that special someone.”

Meng Yao blinked and looked to his charge. He had greatly misjudged him, and he swallowed down a small ball of guilt in the back of his throat. “And do the profits get back to the Unclean Realm?”

“Only a little,” Nie Huaisang replied, looking thankful for the change in subject. “Some of it pays for my visits here – sadly a courtesan’s time isn’t free, even if there’s no ‘business’ involved. And the rest they split among themselves.”

“Another year,” Lady Wong said with a hopeful smile, “and we might be able to buy our way out of here. We’re saving up, and... I can embroider, Lady Zhou paints fans, and Lady Yang has met a young man that wishes to marry her, but he’s poor and cannot buy out her contract.”

“She won’t let me do it either,” Nie Huaisang pouted and looked to Lady Yang. “But you can’t stop me from buying the fabric for your wedding robes when the time comes.”

Meng Yao looked from one person to another, then settled on Nie Huaisang. “You do know what people think you do here.”

Nie Huaisang nodded, a rare serious look upon his face. “Honestly, I prefer it that way. You know how people look down on me for my painting and for liking poetry and hating training my saber... I can just imagine what they’d think if they knew I’ve been coming here all this time and was still a virgin.”

The three courtesans looked at Meng Yao, and he realized they were protective of Nie Huaisang. They were waiting to see how he would react, to see if he would look down on him for his interests and what he did here, and perhaps for helping them.

Meng Yao took in a deep breath and reached out to take Nie Huaisang’s hand in his, and he could feel the corners of his eyes beginning to grow wet. “I knew your brother was more open-minded than most of his station, and I’m sorry for doubting you were as well. I wish there had been someone like you in Yunping, to help my mother when she needed it most.”

Nie Huaisang’s hand squeezed his back. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know you’ve never judged me for my interests, but... I guess I’m just used to keeping it to myself. It’s nice to have secrets, sometimes.”

They shared a look, and all was well.

“So,” Meng Yao said, releasing Nie Huaisang’s hand and picking up the ink stick to take over grinding the ink, “what can I do to help?”

(The End!)

[sinkpearls]

hey there! i'm leon (21+, he/him) here with yang seohan, a water descendent dragonborn who's been in yeonghae his whole life (technically since the first blight). while he's usually tending to his duties between due north trading company and the shipyard, he tends to run pretty constant disappearing acts (usually into some kind of water) if you happened to be looking for him..

there'll be more under the cut, and i'll be updating his pages soon with a bit more depth, but leave this a like and i'll be around in your dms to plot and chat!

seohan uses he/him and they/them interchangeably, and while he appears 27 years old, he's been around for 288 years. this means his family was present during the blight, and also one of the original families that was around when yeonghae first started to form once blight was sealed. that said, his family's been involved in the creation of the due north trading company, and has been integral in the trading and voyages that take place in compass port (with a dedicated section to their own ships in the shipyard) so they're pretty well known around town

as an overseer, seohan signs off on important voyages and deals with most of the larger trading contracts that helps supply the town, and he's been in the position for a handful of years now, as given to him by his father

it wasn't originally supposed to be his position, however. seohan's older brother, ilseo, was the one who was set to take over as an overseer in the company, but as he set off to take a voyage in celebration of his birthright around 40 years ago, he never returned. seohan took over his position and his family resolutely tried to quiet the news of what happened and let seohan take over the position. he never speaks of his brother, now, as does any of his family mention him and actively Avoid doing so, but it's something he's never taken lightly in their denial and silence

he was very close with his brother when they were younger, and he took the disappearance of him in his life deeply. while tied to the company and the port, he's never been able to leave to go looking for him, and he still holds every hope that his brother is still out there and had his reasons for not returning

as such he very much feels Undeserving of his position and while he does handle all that he needs to for appearances and the continued importance of his family in the business, he usually finds himself anywhere else when he gets the chance

he's always been connected to the water due to his affinity with the element, and he's often found in the lakes and ponds of the blackwood, the southern wetlands, or at mooncrest beach swimming for hours (in part, because he believes that one of the only ways he can ever find his way back to his brother is by somehow communicating to him through the water, as he believes, all things return to the rain and sea)

he learned quite a multitude of musical instruments when he was growing up, and sometimes, he moonlights at whiskey's rest to play for the crowds on weekends, even though it's under the cover of a hood and mask (he can play Most instruments or sea shanties if you nicely request..)

they are very devoted to their family and position, and it's mostly what drives most of his decisions. it's been known for awhile now around town that his parents intend on marrying him off now that he's settled into his position, As Is The Way Of Things, and so if you've had the unfortunate view of him on one of his many blind dates, it has been through Gritted Teeth.. more recently, however, his engagement to yoon minhae (@/heavenwrought) has been taking over most of the previous gossip surrounding his parent's past matchmaking attempts

usually, he hides any of his draconic features during the day, but the yang family name has been around long enough that it's evident of their dragonborn lineage. if you happen to catch him when he's running a bit too tired, his eyes are usually the color of cool, blue pearls, scales of emerald green and ocean blue tinting along his neck, and sometimes, even the beginning of silver, almost opalescent curved horns from his temples

some possible plots to consider (i will finish a more solid plots page soon!):

you've been around as long as seohan/his family has, and maybe you even knew his brother, ilseo. with it becoming a much Avoided topic around town and with his family, maybe the both of you seem like the only ones invested in his appearance (and any possible news of what happened/anyone in the crew that returned without his brother)

he regularly lets you go out on voyages/rent a certain ship that he's seen that you have quite an affinity for. as such, he always has it ready, and tends to reserve it off to the side just in case you happen to come looking for a contract, and if you want to spend some more time with the ship, then he lets you

you also tend to deal with him in trading deals, your business/work supplied by what they receive in the port, and it's such a consistent deal that sometimes he comes by to deliver the goods himself. there's always a few extra thrown in, and perhaps he's coming by for the brief company, too

you frequent the blackwoods/southern marshlands/mooncrest beach and you just see each other there so much maybe you've just gotten used to Coexisting in the same space since there seems to be No avoiding each other

likewise, if you're in the water and seohan is just Always where he shouldn't be, like Taking Up Your Water Space. maybe you've seen him fully exposed with his draconic features and know all of those rumors of his family to be true, because he always tends to let them be revealed when he's in the water

when he's at whiskey's rest to perform, it's usually bracketed by taking up a table in the corner and minding his business with a drink. he doesn't have many stories to tell, but the ones he does he likes to retell over some drinks and good food, and you've both gotten used to interchanging them late into the night even if he never really gets around to telling you who he really is

you both are always renegotiating a contract, and its become a bit of a banter between the both of you. it's a risky balance between amicable and irritated, and one of these days, will you both ever find one contract that you're both satisfied with or will it finally all tip over..

he's at the shipyard quite often, working on ships and looking over construction and repair work on the ones the trading company own, and you might not even know he's the overseer due to the reason he's always down there doing things with his own hands, but he doesn't quite try to correct you, either. he's happy to be able to pretend, even for just a little while, that he's not Yang Seohan, Overseer

you also live at victory garden and just have general apartment spats.. he's playing the piano at three in the morning or his violin on the balcony at early hours and you do Not want a classical alarm clock, thank you..

im up for most things, and i'll have more information up about him soon for more possible connections and plots, but i'm eager to write with you all, or even just jump into something fun if you'd like!

[byemizumikahago]

Is it possible for the victims who received explicit material from mizumi while underaged to file a police report or take legal action? If so, I strongly suggest it.

I got this question a while ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. I thought about how to respond, but I never could think of the right way to say this. I knew if I said something too positive that, if the eventual outcome wasn't as good as I promised it'd be, it would've gotten people's hopes up for no reason, and just causes more hurt than good.

On the flipside, however, I knew that if I said something too negative, it would probably just make a lot of people pretty depressed. And it'd probably discourage people from ever trying to take action, or make things better, because "what's the point if it's just gonna be a fruitless effort in the end?"

I thought about just not answering this ask for a while, but I also thought that I should answer, because this brings up an important conversation topic about online predators and how shitty our real world laws are at protecting victims/preventing online crimes from targeting minors.

So, even though this is gonna be a hard pill to swallow, it's important to be realistic and talk about these issues properly, instead of just sweeping the implications this ask actually has under the rug.

So, my answer to, "Can the victims who received explicit material from mizumi while underaged file a police report or take legal action?" is...

No.

Okay, well, technically, yes, the victim can PHYSICALLY go to the police and report it, but my point is that, even if they did, that doesn't mean it'll fix everything. If anything, depending on the context, it could make everything worse. Or (since that scenario I presented is kind of an extreme, and again, don't wanna be too negative), if the victim brought this to the police, the case would most likely be dismissed on the spot. There are also a number of other factors for why taking this online issue to real life wouldn't help, is that;

1: From the few conversations I've had with the victim, their main, primary concern is maintaining anonymity. They seem to just want to put this whole situation behind them, and focus on healing from this experience. They gave me permission to talk about what mizumi did to them, but requested to be completely anonymous.

If this case was ever taken to court, like, actual court, with a Judge and a Jury and lawyers and the public, the victim's anonymity would disappear. Their face would be seen by everyone, and whatever sense of security they had would be gone. Everyone, like their friends, family, classmates, and random people on the street would know them as "that online grooming victim". The label will stick with them wherever they go, and it'll be all anyone can ever see them as.

Also, if mizumi was sent a notice stating that she had to appear in court as the defendant (either in person or by video call), the victim's personal info, like their full name, will be on that notice. And I don't think I need to go into depth on how terribly that'd go.

2: There's the issue of cross-country laws affecting the ability of this report to be taken seriously. Mizumi and the victim both live in different countries, and both have different age of consent laws, and both ALSO have a ton of holes/loopholes that can be exploited, or have to be closely looked into with a magnifying glass to read between the lines. Your local police officer-receptionist, who is working long hours on their depressing job and is constantly tired, isn't gonna bother to investigate the laws of a different country to determine whether this case is suitable for court or not. They're just gonna say "Ah, it's a different country, the culture is different there, the laws are different there, get over yourself kid, and stop wasting my time with this bs"

3: This incident happened a year ago, back in January of 2022. It is nearly the end of 2023, so it's been a little while since this incident took place. To anyone with a brain, you'd be thinking "Okay, sure, it happened nearly 2 years ago now, but that time-gap doesn't mean anything! It should still be looked at in court! The perpetrator has gotten off scot-free for two years, that means the time to act is now, before it's too late!" And I would 100% agree with you, but unfortunately, the people-in-power, who decide what should be taken to court and what shouldn't, do think that this time-gap means something.

In a post from Rainn.org, they state that, statistically, out of every 1,000 sexual assault cases, 975 of the perpetrators will walk free. And, while researching, I came across the Statute of Limitations; it states that there's a time limit to report a sex crime, and it's appliable to most places in the US. It comes from the belief that the sooner you don't report, the less evidence there will be, so there's no point in reporting at all after the fact.

Also, to add onto the un-likelyhood of this report ever being taken as a serious case, the examples I showed you were all from IRL cases of sexual assault. This incident took place online, where there is less physical evidence of the crime taking place. This video series is from the youtuber Illymation, who was a victim of an adult online predator sending sexually charged messages to her when she was a minor, herself. At one point, she talks about her experience with bringing this issue to the police, and how her case was not at all considered seriously before being tossed out. This is just one example from one person about how the justice system screwed them over. But go onto someplace like AskReddit, and you'll find HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of people sharing their experiences just like this.

So, yeah. Filing a police report about this mizumi incident not only has a statistically low chance of actually leading somewhere, but may actually put the victim in more danger than not.

So, what does this mean? Is there no point in trying to stop these types of things from happening? Will justice never be served? Will mizumi walk away scott-free, with no consequences, ready and willing to pull something like this again?

Well, personally, I don't think it has to end as depressingly as that. In fact, I don't think it should EVER end like that. I think there's still a way to both not take this to court and have an innocent person doxxed, but ALSO make sure mizumi never has the power to exploit another minor again.

Have you heard of the author, VelvateCarnage, of the infamous danganronpa fanfic "Lavender"? Well, he was exposed as being a creep who sent sexual messages to minors, and basically EVERYONE in the fandom knows this. When he was exposed, he deleted all of his social media accounts, and ran away with his tail between his legs. Since then, a group of have been working together to compile all the evidence of his grooming, and multiple screenshots have circulated, showing his true nature.

Now, everyone in the dr fandom knows what a monster he is, and are now on high alert, so whenever he tries to sneak his way back into the fandom, people immediately notice, and chase him out. This ensures that he can't come back to a space with lots of minors, and create even more victims.

I don't see why the same can't happen for mizumi. I think, that if more people knew about what mizumi did, we could ALL work together to kick her out, and make sure she never comes back.

What I'm proposing isn't the most perfect, best, ideal situation. After all, the best place for a child groomer to be is behind bars, but since we, as individuals, don't have a lot of power to change the system, the best we can do is work with what we've got, and come together to stop more incidents like this from happening.

I might write up a post on what exact things fans can do to help, and stop mizumi from creating more victims, so I'll work on that. But for now, thank you for the ask, throwawaycomplique, you raised a very interesting question; one that really made me realize and reconsider what this blog should be about; not just calling out mizumi's behaviour, but actually putting a stop to it, altogether.

[fosermi]

SEMI BACK FROM THE DEAD PEOPLE

That's right! I'm back! And I bring to you CHAPTER 3 OF GUARDIAN MACAQUE AU

WHY?! Well because I couldn't sleep well and it's 5 am fuck my headache I give you content!! Fair warning: Macaque is a soft monkey especially to kids AND YOU CAN PRY THIS HC FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS ABDJFKCMCM

Some days, Biming would leave to sell the rice cultivated in their field to the neighbouring village. An oddity, Hóu realised. Why sell to another village? He didn't understand… After all, there were other houses in their village. 

"Hóu?" Ai's soft voice called for the demon. Oddly enough, it wasn't her usual tone that came through her call. 

Immediately detecting the shift from her usual beat, the black monkey jumped down from his position on the plum tree that grew in the back garden of the couple's home. The tree upon which the monkey would spend most of his free time on whenever he could. "You called, Mrs. Ai?" 

"Oh! Yes, dear…" her voice dripped with worry - fear even. In her arms a red cloak, outstretched as if allowing him to take it. "Could you please accompany Biming to the town today…?" Her eyes glimmering under the morning sun with worry, begged the black monkey to take on her request. 

Hóu, with an immediate nod, complied as he gently took the cloak from Ai's grasp. Hesitantly, the black monkey built up enough courage to ask the kind lady, her worry affecting his own. 

"Mrs. Ai… is everything alright…?" His hand reached out to Ai’s in an attempt to comfort her as his eyes locked with hers, taking notes of the high level of worry embedded deep within her honey-brown eyes.

Seeing the concern in Hóu's golden eyes, Ai's tense shoulders fell as she let out a shaky breath. "Ling Fa… he warned us that demons moved in close to the rout Biming takes to the other village…" 

Ling Fa… yes…

He was the family's guardian spirit… it was his duty to protect the family, right? Of course he would warn the kind couple.

By late morning, Biming and Hóu had headed out on the road on the small mule-pulled cart with their cargo safely secured. Ling Fa had stayed behind to ensure Ai's safety as he would not have been much help with manual labor. 

Hóu rode on the back of the cart as his mind drifted off to the thoughts of the strange family guardian. They had previously met a couple of times. Ling Fa wasn't a concerning figure, in fact Hóu believed he was incapable of fighting due to his pacifistic tendencies. 

Throughout the journey, Biming and Hóu held up a small lighthearted conversation, a conversation that seemed to have only lasted a couple of minutes was in fact just two hours. 

Soon the duo were at town close to noon, Hóu couldn't believe how lively everything was! Carts and vendors and buyers were everywhere! If he was being honest, Hóu's entire world seemed to start spinning due to the overload of his senses. 

"Welcome to the market, Hóu!" Biming said with a bright smile as he handed Hóu some earplugs. "They might not completely drown out all the new senses but its something at least… if you ever need a breath at all, then tell me and we can go to a more tame part of the town were we can rest for a bit"

Hóu's reply came in the form of a nod. However, even though his senses are over exerting himself, Hóu knew that he had to allow Biming to sell their crops so they could earn the money needed. So, the black monkey decided to sit right behind the cart after putting on the earplugs, mostly hidden from the front view as she observed how Biming bargained and sold his crops. 

Eventually, daylight started diminishing as the sun was starting to head down the horizon, turning the shy a nice shade that reminded the monkey of orange peaches… something about the sunset seems to have upset the demon and he felt a pang of pain in his chest. 

Upon noticing the sadness embedded on the monkey’s face, Biming decided that it was time to head home. "Hóu, let's go home." Came the familiar voice of the young man that got Hóu moving onto the back of the cart, and once again head off back home. "We should be back home just after sunset" Said Biming in an attempt to comfort his companion, which seemed to have worked somewhat. 

The ride back didn't have many complications, it was a smooth ride back with a few conversations every now and again. Once home, Biming and Hóu carried their goods into the home as they announced their return, only to be greeted by the smell of Ai's amazing cooking as they sat down by the table to eat. 

Biming was telling Ai how well Hóu had taken to the city and how well behaved he was. He kept on flattering the black monkey demon which got Hóu to stutter every now and again when he decided to speak up. Soon enough, it was time to head to bed after it was decided that from then on, Hóu would accompany Biming to the market. 

His days spent here in the small farm house by the valley with Ai and Biming went by faster than he expected. And soon, they would have a new addition to their family in the form of a child between the couple. 

The couple at first didn't know how Hóu would react to children, as throughout Ai's pregnancy, he had done his best to avoid her as much as possible without angering her. He however instead spent his time with Biming learning how to trade and sell as well as bargain and buy goods. 

When their daughter was born, the couple found something they never had expected to see. That night they had awoken to the sound of soft cries coming from the adjacent room that Hóu had offered the baby to stay in with him so he could make sure that their daughter was safe from all harm. Surprisingly, Hóu had also swore it as his duty out of the blue one night before she was even born. 

What surprised them however, was what they saw in the room that night. They had found Hóu gently cradling their small daughter in his arms. Biming most of all was surprised at how Hóu could be so delicate with such a small fragile being and yet possess strength strong enough to carry the entire cart filled with supplies. 

Hóu looked over at the couple with worry laced all very his face. "S-sorry… she won't stop crying… she must be hungry!" It surprised Ai how well he knew how to manage a baby and how he could tell what was wrong. She stood there for a moment as she smiled at the panicked monkey before taking her daughter to feed her in the other room, leaving Biming and Hóu together in the room. 

Biming sat down next to Hóu on the bed who seemed a bit anxious. "Is something the matter Hóu?" Came the concerned question from Biming. 

Hóu's tail flicked anxiously like an irritated cat, he lowered his head and talked in barely a whisper "she's just so small Biming… will she really survive?" 

With a comforting hand on Hóu's shoulder, a smile found its way onto Biming's face "with you worrying about her like this… I know she'll be perfectly fine Hóu…" and with that, Ai came back in, carrying their sleeping daughter in her arms. 

Without a second to lose, Hóu was up on his feet to give the bed to the sleeping baby. But instead, Ai gave him the small bundle of joy with a smile. Something within him clicked that night, and for the first time he remembered something from his past. 

A conversation? 

"Hey, [~~~] why so stiff?" 

"Because! They're so small! So defenseless! How can they survive?!" A chuckle rang out throughout what seemed like a cave as the sound echoed. 

"They're children! Of course, they're small! But hey! They seem to like you!" 

"I… I guess they do…" 

"You know… if you're really worried about them so much why not take care of them?" 

"Don't you already do that?" 

"Well, technically, yes? But what I meant was you could watch over the little ones and make sure they're safe?" 

"... alright, I'll do it!" 

Hóu held the small child close to his chest, a stifled sob escaped him as a few tears flowed down his face and onto the blankets that wrapped around the baby. This concerned the couple as they barely see Hóu cry, in fact. This is only the second time they've seen him cry ever since finding him that fateful day. 

Just before they could react, Hóu faced them. Face stained with tears but his eyes held a strong determination. "No matter what, I'll make sure she becomes big and strong. I swear on my life" 

With his sudden declaration, the couple found a sense of peace and comfort. Ever since then, Hóu had appointed himself their daughter's caretaker and would help Ai and Biming with their daughter in whatever way he could. There had been countless times when Ai or Biming would search for their daughter only to find her asleep on Hóu who had her safely asleep on or under his favorite tree in their garden, sometimes asleep himself. 

Such were the peaceful times, the days he wouldn't have to worry about much except for their family's safety. Nothing could happen to them, he used to think. Not until the incident. 

Golden eyes fluttered open as he heard a faint sound of someone calling out to him. "I'm heading off to work dad!! Text you later!!" Followed by a door slamming shut and a soft ringing of a bell. 

With a sigh, the black monkey sat up and combed through his messy black hair before getting up and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Mi Hóu looked at the mirror and examined himself only to be taken back to see a human face before remembering that his life with Ai, Biming, and their daughter Chu-Hua had ended a couple of hundred years ago. 

He had remembered everything since that time, and his true name is Liu er Mihóu otherwise known as the Six Eared Macaque. And he remembered that at this current time, he has a son. A son that he had to look out for in a world of hidden demons. But here's the catch, he can't let his son know that he himself is a demon even though he already knows about demons. Which is why he uses a human disguise. 

"Another regular day of work I guess…" he mumbled as he heard the ringing of the bell hung at the door indicating that someone had entered their home, or to be more specific, his clinic. Little did he know that this day would be the end of his daily routine of curing demons and teaching at a dojo. 

[inknopewetrust]

In Another Universe Part 4 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: The reunion you've both been waiting forever for.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is it! Thank you all for showing interest in this series and being so enthusiastic about it. @jupitersmooneuropa, this is for you! You're idea was so wonderful, I just couldn't resist making it into a mini-series and I hope I did you proud. Requests are currently CLOSED but will be open again soon. Check out my MASTERLIST for all other works!

Being a hero meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some loved the fame, the recognition, the money that sometimes came with, while some just wanted to be helpful and loved for their work. But one quality heroes had in common was that they were able to calm their nerves in the most crucial moments.

For Marcus Moreno, that crucial moment was now, and he could barely contain his nerves.

Clint could feel the anxiety radiating off the man. Marcus tried to play it cool because he had everything that made him seem cool: the swords, the tactical gear, his stoic face, but it wasn't enough to mask emotions from a world-class spy. Though Clint was able to sense it, he wasn't sure what exactly to say. He had only heard about Marcus through you, he only knew what little you told him, and that was how he determined Marcus wasn't some alien but the man you've been waiting for.

It was an awkward silence. One filled with the quiet roaring of the engines and every now and again, the sound of alerts from the computers around them. Clint kept his eyes on the sky while Marcus took peaks at the landscape below. The world looked so much like his own... just not as technically advanced as his own. The clouds swallowed the sip and his eyes drifted forward again as he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Nervous?" Clint managed to crack Marcus a smile and glanced at the man sitting to his right. Marcus chuckled, nodding his head with a nonchalance.

"You could say that."

"There's no reason for you to be."

"There's always a chance for something to go wrong."

Clint shrugged and flipped some switches as the quinjet began to descend.

"Are we there already?"

"Almost. About 5 minutes out."

Another uneasy silence fell over them but Clint wasn't contributing to it. Marcus just wanted everything to be like it was before. You, Missy, and himself in a home that felt like home. He couldn't have asked for a better partner in life and work, and it was taken away from him just like your life was taken away from you, but he wasn't going to say his life was better without you because it wasn't. Marcus just feared that maybe this life here was better than the one you had built with him. No one's reassurance except your own could tell him otherwise.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marcus glanced at Clint before returning to look forward again, a little embarrassed to be talking about you with someone he didn't know. But he knew you loved Clint like a brother, just as Natasha had been a sister, so he understood there was a level of trust there. Clint mumbled a 'go ahead' but his attention wasn't entirely on Marcus.

"Is she happy here?"

'Loaded question, but alright Mr. other world.' Clint thought before answering with the only truthful answer that could be given. He has watched the progression of a quiet depression become one of reclusiveness and a bitter happiness. You weren't happy here, in this world, with him or any of the Avengers. Natasha was gone, Steve was gone, Wanda was MIA, Bucky and Sam were on their own adventures. No one was here except him and that wasn't nearly enough to support someone who lost everything and then some because of a greedy man with glowing stones. This wasn't your home anymore.

"Was. She was at one time. I don't think this is where her heart is anymore."

Clint gave him a flat smile but Marcus did not return it. The thought alone of you avoiding social contact because happiness was ripped away from you in every direction was heart-wrenching. He never wanted to bring you any pain and a part of him couldn't help but believe that if he tried harder, if he hadn't wasted time being upset with your arrival years ago, things may have been different.

"We're here."

The announcement sent shockwaves through him. A thunderbolt of pure, unexplainable fear and anticipation of seeing you again struck his core. This was it; this was his endgame and the farm that slowly made itself clear out the window was the destination.

"Let me go in and see them first, make sure they're home, and then I'll come back. Is that alright?"

Marcus could only nod and watch the man grab his bags and bow and leave the jet. Marcus unbuckled himself because there was no point in staying in the seat. The back was left open and while Clint had told him to stay, he couldn't help but walk down the ramp and stand just to the side of the jet. He ran his hand over the side of the matte gray finish, slightly impressed by the time it took to get there. It was faster than he thought even if it felt like an eternity.

The house was a nice weathered white. It had seen better days and as Clint approached the door, he noted all the fixes needed. The rusted door handle, the broken pot in the corner, an abundance of yard toys and broken bicycle parts laid around him. He managed to open the door with limited squeaking, but Laura heard it and so did Lila. The boys weren't home because if they were, they would have tackled him to the ground the moment they heard the ship land in the yard.

"Clint!? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back for two weeks." Laura said as soon as she came around the corner from the kitchen. Lila was right behind her with a smile and hug for him–which he gladly accepted.

"Emergency. Where is Y/n? I have something I think she'd want to see."

Laura furrowed her eyebrows and moved to the window. Outside, beside the jet, stood a man who could have been a new Avenger for all she knew. She turned back to Clint, moving away from the window so Lila could sneak a glance too.

"What is it? Who is that man out there?"

"That man is Marcus. That Marcus. He just appeared at the compound looking for her. They apparently have been trying to find a way to bring her back and whatever he did, it worked."

Laura let out an audible gasp, returning to the window and looking at the man. Slowly, just as Clint had hours before, she began to piece together the man before her eyes from the stories you had told her about.

"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" She almost yelled so loudly the neighbors two blocks away could hear her. Clint shushed her but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. Laura ran to the staircase and yelled up it.

"Y/n! Get down here!"

"Oh my God, Clint! She had a great day today and wow-I just can't believe it."

You had heard Laura's loud enthusiasm from the room you had been staying in. You thought you'd leave her be until her voice trailed up the stairs again and she called out to you. It wasn't like you had any idea of what was going on. You heard the quinjet, figured Clint was back, and it was around dinner time so maybe it was time to eat? It was the first time in a long time that your thoughts hadn't been cluttered with death or sadness, but those feelings lingered. You exited the room, walked down the stairs and smiling at Clint when you saw his face.

"How's the girl?" Kate Bishop.

"She's a real hero." Clint replied and you nodded your head in reply. Doing so, you managed to turn toward the window from your place on the second to last step. Outside sat the quinjet that had taken so many of you and your friends on missions that could have well been your last. But it wasn't the vehicle that caught your undivided attention, but the body beside it. Standing tall in black.

Your eyes had to have been deceiving you.

"What is going on?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but Laura caught it, smiling and grabbing your hand. Your attention never left the window. The man was pacing slightly, a nervous tick you were sure you knew.

"Laura-"

"Go and see for yourself, Y/n." Her voice was quiet too but reassuring and warm, like a mothers should be. The man outside didn't know what was going on, but he left your sight because you descended the rest of the steps and ran out the door.

The door squeaked loudly this time and with a bang, fell shut. You barely made it to the steps before you stopped on the gravel. about 20 yards away, the man heard the door and turned.

Even if the entire world was watching the scene unfold on Clint's lawn, many could not recall who moved first. Laura would say Marcus because that's who she could see, but you were slightly convinced it was your own feet. Nevertheless, after the door had slammed and the two of you met again, the universe drew you together like magnets. You ran, he ran, and with the collision, you both wrapped your arms around each other and soon your feet were off the ground.

You could barely say a word with your blubbering tears, and he wasn't about to make his obvious either so instead of talking, he just pulled away enough to look you in the face. Your eyes the same, your nose the same, your lips still perfect to him. Your hands moved from around his neck to his face. You gently held his face in your hands as you tried to control yourself.

"You're really here?" It was a broken ask but he managed a smile and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I missed you s-so much." Marcus couldn't help but grin at the admission. It was everything and more than he wanted to hear.

"I love you. I love you so damn much." His hand rested on the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. His lips were just as you remembered.

Perfectly him and as if they were made for your own.

Reunions were sentimental and good. But they were followed with a series of questions that were often difficult to hear. Marcus had held you for a long time. You weren't sure how long and you weren't exactly complaining either, but there was a linger question: how did he get here and how in the world are you getting back?

You had been adamant in telling him 'yes' the moment Marcus asked you the question about returning to his world. That was the plan for you. There were no other options because life with Marcus and Missy was your life now and whoever was left that loved you like family had to accept that. Marcus had explained the machine built to travel through worlds over dinner with Clint because perhaps he could be the one to help. He had travelled through time before so what is traveling through universes, right?

But later that night, when the reunion had settled and everyone had gone to bed, Marcus sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with a woman he loves. Clint could help you, but he needed time. So, he left with the jet while you stayed with the family and Marcus. He went to go see Stephen Strange because he managed to pick up the phone late that night.

"Do you think they'll be able to get us back? I don't want to leave Missy there all alone." Marcus voiced his worry with a sad reflection. You sat up from your reclined position and waddled over to him, running your hands up his back and then around his shoulders before he gently took them and tugged them around him. He missed your touch so much.

"You've never seen Dr. Stephen Strange do his 'magic' so I think there's a chance."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He turned his head just enough so he could look at your face. You may have been a spy, but your eyes never lied to him. He knew you better than any interrogator could ever wish to have known you.

"Yes, I want to be with you and Missy and all those heroes with weird names." You laughed for the first time in a long time and it was music to his ears. He smiled to where his eyes crinkled in the corners as your fingers played with the nape of his neck where his loose hair sat.

"I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Your happiness means everything to me."

"I am happy with you. I am happy in our home. This makes me happy."

That was enough for him. The next day you both waited... and waited... and waited for even one word from Clint, but nothing came. Sometime in the afternoon, the heavy engine of the quinjet could be heard in the yard so you dropped the puzzle pieces on the table beside Lila, grabbed Marcus' hand and ran out the door. Clint had a small smile on his face, but it was the sharply dressed Doctor that you focused your attention on.

"Doctor."

"Agent."

"I trust there is a way home if you're here. You wouldn't come all this way to bare bad news."

"Your skills on reading people alarm me, though I would expect nothing less from an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Stephen nodded and then extended his hand to Marcus who shook it in return. They introduced themselves to one another and Stephen put a gold bar on his fingers before extending his hand to the wide landscape of the farm.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a furrowed brow. This wasn't the way Marcus had come, they were supposed to fix the control pad he had on his arm.

"Do you really think the Sorcerer Supreme can't open portals to other universes? There are so many worlds you don't know, but you found the one you were meant to be in, so let me get you both home."

With a circular movement of his fingers, Stephen opened a yellow portal that slowly became an image of a world you had known before. A house, perfectly structured in the suburbs was on the other side. The grass perfectly mowed and the bushes trimmed, the mail box accidentally left open which you knew was Missy's fault. The curtains were open and the sun shone brightly into the home. Marcus grabbed you hand, squeezing it tightly as you took in the sight. Months had gone by where you dreamed of this moment, of that house and all its residents. Your dream was here now with the man holding your hand to support you.

"Y/n." Clint called out to you, breaking your stare. You turned around and he approached with his family in tow. He held out a small envelope which contained a note from them and a series of pictures that you would later cry over, but it was a final goodbye from your life here on this Earth.

You hugged them all with tears in your eyes but when Marcus re-took your hand, it felt like it meant something more than just running off into the sunset together. It felt normal and needed and necessary to move forward in your life.

"Are you ready?" Marcus asked you to which you could only reply with one word:

"Yes."

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If you’re still doing the unresolved feelings prompts, can I request

catching each other with someone else and being jealous

Thank you✨

Thanks for sending this 😁

So, er... this took my heart with it when it jumped off a cliff...

I hope its as painful as you asked for 🥴

Technically, it's Bucks fault.

He messaged Buck 25 minutes ago and asked if he was okay to swing by to pick up some stuff of Christophers  that the boy had been asking for. Buck had said fine, he's free all day, even asked if Eddie could hang a while.

Of course, Eddie obliged. Willingly. Eagerly. Couldn't even try to hide it. Every time he'd seen Buck outside of work recently had been with Christopher, which, he would never deny makes him happier than anything else in the world, and despite telling himself the distance would be a good thing - especially since they both have girlfriends now - he misses the one-on-one. The easy friendship, the casual yet brief moments of formless, nameless intimacy.

He misses it because he's so fucking in love with Evan Buckley; every single one of those moments, those touches, those bashful smiles, is precious. More so than any gemstone. They are what keep his head above water as he kicks below with Ana on his arm. Ana, who does everything right, she's everything a man could wish for... everything his parents wish for him, but find him one person who wants for themselves exactly what their parents want for them. He's almost certain that person doesn't exist. Ana's perfect for someone, but it's not Eddie. He wonders what might happen when she finally admits it to herself.

So, he's a little excited to spend and hour or two with Buck before reality sneaks back in. Between the truck and the complex he picks out the right key, the one to Bucks apartment, that sits amongst his own keys proudly, something not even Taylor has (yet). He lets himself in, and only has to turn around after shutting the door and hearing a mumbled fuck, before he wants to leave again.

He's a grown ass man with a child: he knows the mechanics of a relationship. He knows Buck. He's heard stories of Buck 1.0 and how carnally inclined he was and of course he would bring that into his relationships. He knows things like this happen. Fun and spontaneity. Not everyone has to act at it like he does. But seeing it? With his own two only-for-Buck ojos?

It's a small mercy that they're both still fully clothed. Taylor perched on the kitchen counter with her dress hiked up so it's rucked against her abdomen, Buck pressed in close enough that there's no space between them, a hand splayed too high on her thigh, his thumb far enough around that Eddie can't see it. His mouth is too red, bitten and smeared. Taylors hand is lost somewhere, somehow, down the back of Bucks jeans, still now, though Eddie's sure it hadn't been just a moment ago.

"Shit, sorry Eds, I didn't know Taylor was..." Buck seems to scramble, but Taylor juat cocks her head a little and holds him in place. Eddie sees her thighs clench.

Eddie holds both hands in the air and ducks his head a little.

"I'll come back later." He sounds winded, higher pitched and reedy, even to his own ears.

It's only when he's back in his truck that he wonders when the headache started, throbbing in waves all the way through his head. Similarly, when his stomach started to burn, as though it has turned over and was now writhing itself back into place. Had it been right there in that room? Or just after? He doesn't remember. He can't recall walking to his truck. He starts the truck and looks up and out of the windshield to find his view blurred.

--

Buck knew Eddie had a date night planned with Ana after work but he wanted to speak to him. Eddie told him he'd come back later and he never did. Buck typed out several texts, but it didn't feel right. It felt akin to breaking up with a girlfriend by text, it felt shady and made his skin crawl and his stomach roll. So he waited. He waited for work to roll around.

Typically, it all goes to hell. Eddie's late and seemingly in a foul mood. The bell is ringing almost before Buck has said hi to everyone and the day doesn't die down for a moment, to the point where Chim is scowling and throwing around accusations of the q-word, particularly forcefully with Buck.

Buck and Eddie could work together blindfolded and gagged at this point, so long as each could feel the others presence, they knew exactly where the other would be. That didn't change, not even on odd, tense stilted days, it was ingrained. But Eddie is different. Eddie is on edge. Buck can see the knots in his back. His eyes are dull and he avoids direct conversation with Buck.

When the end of the day rolls around, Buck's showered and dressed in record time. Out waiting by the Jeep. Waiting for Eddie. Eddie, who doesn't come. His truck is where he always parks, but 15 minutes after the end of their shift and Eddie isn't there.

Buck decides to go looking, heading back in, checking the changing room and upstairs. From the vantage point of the balcony, Buck spots him - and Ana. Buck stomach sinks. It's nothing in comparison to what Eddie had to witness the day before, it's sweet, really, saccharine.

Eddie's perched on a ledge of a truck, legs straight out in front of him to keep balanced, one on either side of Ana, who's cradling the back of his head as he rests his forehead on her belly. Her hand weaved and stroked through his hair softly. Seconds later she says something, quiet and soft and Eddie looks up, eyes opening slowly. In place of an answer, he places a kiss in the spot where his forehead had just lain.

Buck watches them leave. Unseen. A ghost, as transparent as the glass pressing against him. Filling up with a sense of dread, his heartbeat heavy and irregular, too fast then too slow all of a sudden. He drifts back to the Jeep, feeling like a storm cloud. Thunder and all.

[tobiosmilktea]

Hello! I really love your writing and I just saw your requests are open yay 👏🏻 So my idea is that the reader (female or neutral, as you prefer it) is a third year who takes art lessons as an extracurricular subject or something and the teacher ask their students to draw posters of the sport teams, and the reader got the volleyball team. The thing is the reader knows the third years but they're not really close, so they talk just a bit. (Part 1)

paint the clouds — tendou satori

4.7k words | genre/s: fluff | warning/s: possible ooc on everyone tbh | pairing: tendou x f!reader

↪︎ in which you painted a muse who always wanted you too

a/n: definitely not my best work and im super sorry for that, but i hope you still enjoy it 👉🏻👈🏻

a warm spring breeze blew strands of your hair in front of your face, laying against your rosy cheeks as you watched the horizon. the bright yellow sun teased the sky with hues of pink and orange, bound to mix into the darkness of the sunset. school had ended a few hours ago and now you were sitting in your art club waiting for your teacher to dismiss you. she was in a middle of a spiel explaining your next art project, but your brain struggled to follow.

your hand ached from drawing for hours, your wrist tender from constant pressure, and now you could’ve sworn you were going to get carpal tunnel sooner or later. it was worth it, anyway, you were doing what you liked doing as you honestly felt being an artist was your only talent. it was merely the only thing you focused on besides your academics. dating was certainly out of the question.

instead, you watched the birds fly past the open classroom window as your teacher explained the assignment something along the lines doing sports teams posters.

“i will be walking around the classroom with a box filled with names of sports clubs,” the teacher starts, pulling you out of your train of thought as your attention was finally set on her. “you will pick a random piece of paper from the box and that will be the sports team you will be making a club poster for.”

whispers erupted in the room as others verbalized which team they wished to get.

“i hope i get the volleyball team, they’re literally iconic.” you heard one girl say.

another voice exclaimed, “drawing the equestrian team sounds super fun too!”

the murmurs continued to the buzz even after the majority of the class had already picked out their sports team from the box. you were the last one to choose as you opted to sit in the back of the class.

“and last but not least,” said your teacher as she serpentine through the desks towards your sitting figure.

your hand dug into the small cardboard box only to feel one last piece of paper. you wanted to scoff slightly, but you stopped yourself the moment you grabbed the last slip of paper and read the messy handwriting. it took you a good second to even understand what it said as it was complete chicken scratch (no offense to the teacher).

“(y/n), what did you get?” your friend who sat in front of you turned with a smile on her face.

"i got the volleyball club,” you answered, eyes widening when your friend gasped.

“that’s literally the best one to get! i’m so jealous,” she sighed as if she just inhaled a rose scented breeze.

perhaps you were lucky to get such a sought after sports team as your main focus for the assignment, but you couldn’t help but feel an overbearing weight suddenly falling upon your shoulders. shiratorizawa’s volleyball team was the epitome of the academy. they were the ones who brought a significant name to the school with only the smartest of intellects but one with the best athletes. depending on how well you created this poster could potentially make or break your reputation. it was a visual representation of the team, anything less than iconic would dig a deeper hole for you.

it certainly doesn’t help the fact that you actually had to talk to the volleyball team now that you were in charge of their school poster. you internally groaned. you barely interacted with the third years, let alone being completely enamored over a familiar red-head.

your after school activities had ended in the midst of your running train of thoughts as you absentmindedly gathered your things and walked out of the classroom. you gripped the handle of your bag as you strolled through the near-empty hallways of the academy, your mind in a complete spiral as you had already tried visualizing what the end product might look like.

it was common knowledge to everyone who had known about you was well aware how amazing you were at art. no matter what medium you were given, you were known to be the girl who had magical hands that could create even the most beautiful things out of ash and smoke. you had this some innate, almost magical ability to have others stop in their tracks just to admire your works.

perhaps that you were too caught up in your own thoughts and the hypnotic tapping rhythm of your loafers clicking against the school floors that you hadn’t even notice your arrival towards the gym.

even the loud shouts of volleyball players from the ongoing practice wasn’t enough to pull your gaze away from the ground and towards the flying volleyball hurdling towards you.

“(y/l/n), watch out!” you heard a familiar voice shout out, immediately pulling you out of your own jungle-like psyche and into the real world.

everything had happened so quickly, all you knew was a blur fly past you to retrieve the ball before it knocked out of conscious. semi eita quickly turned to you, his figure greatly towering over you as he gave you a reassuring smile. “are you okay, (y/l/n)?”

you gulped, nodding almost too quickly. “yeah, i’m okay.”

“good,” he mutters as his brows slightly furrow in confusion. there was a thin blanket of awkwardness hovering above both of your heads as you both stood there in silence for a good five seconds—five seconds too long that is. “so what brings you here?” he finally breaks it, scratching the back of his head in the mean time.

right, you had almost forgotten why you were here in the first place.

“it’s about the art club, we’re doing sports team posters and i was wondering if i could talk to the third years for ideas.” you asked gently.

semi’s eyes immediately widened, the already prevalent smile on his face only increased at the statement. “that’s cool! come with me, i’ll show you to them.” he quickly motioned you to come inside the gym, feeling the brisk air difference of the air conditioned gymnasium to the warm spring breeze outside.

a shiver flowed down your back. not from the sudden influx of cold air surrounding your body, but the fact that towering volleyball players and their ever-so-intimidating nature causing nervous habits to take over you. soekawa jin, the vice captain of the team quickly flickered a look towards you before tapping ushijima’s arm for his attention. turning to see what his teammate wanted, soekawa swiftly pointed at you and semi approaching.

“it’s a surprise seeing you here, (y/l/n).” ushijima greets you in his deep, guttural voice. it caused you to gulp nervously, struggling to even put on the tiniest of smiles as you meekly muttered a ‘hi’ to the rest of the third years. however, it seemed as if the one you were most familiar with was not in sight. it did seem a tad bit quiet in the gym now that the practice game was on a time out.

“um,” one of the wing spikers approached you, ohira reon was it? “sorry for almost hitting you, by the way.”

you swiftly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. i was the one who wasn’t playing attention, so that’s on me.” 

“so, you’re here for the poster?” ushijima cut into it like a sharp knife, bold and straight to the point.

“yeah, um, i just stopped by to ask if you guys had anything ideal you want to see on your club poster.” your voice was softer than you hoped it would be when you spoke. 

eyebrows furrowing, ushijima glances among his teammates as provocation for an option saturated his hums of curiosity. 

semi then clears his throat, “we’re not really sure if we have any input for you, (y/n). besides, i think your poster will be amazing nevertheless.”

“that’s still a lot of pressure,” you mutter, “considering i would be mauled to death if this poster isn’t amazing.” sarcasm drenched your words like saccharine, hoping that the tall athletes would at least get your banter and share a laugh with you.

but they didn’t. instead, they stared with wide eyes at you in a mere worrying glance. perhaps the joke didn’t exactly translate well.

god, this is so awkward.

however, it wasn’t like you were exactly lying. as the face of shiratorizawa academy, you were aware that they needed to look good and if it were any less than that, you might never see the light of day ever again. not to mention you always liked adding twists to your artwork, which was technically the only reason why you were so infamously known to have such amazing works. but in the past half hour, you’ve came to the conclusion that it possibly isn’t the best option in this case.

“i’m kidding, by the way,” you let out a light huff.

“well, if it helps you in any way, you could always focus on ushijima as he is our ace.” soekawa cuts in, patting the captain’s back the moment he braided his arms over each other.

any form of leftover conversation (or lack thereof) was sliced—cut off from the sudden opening of the gymnasium doors and the (quite obnoxiously) loud middle blocker. tendou satori entered the giant gym with a bright beaming face of glimmering lights and cherries. tendou was perhaps one of the first people to talk to you the moment you entered this academy, eyes glazed in a honey-like optimism with every bright ‘hello.’ you always tended to be the quiet and secluded one in your classes with him despite being known to be infamously sardonic, you seemed to be the only one to which his overly comic ways of banter didn’t annoy you like it did with others. he, himself, was a sunray, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to expose that thought as your eyes fall onto the approaching boy.

out of all the third year volleyball players, you and tendou had talked the most, yet considering you two as more than just mere acquaintances was a bit of a reach.

“yo!” the redhead’s loud voice thundered throughout the gym and you could already feel it echo within your heart.

“you’re back,” mused ohira with his hands on his hips. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” tendou says, fixing the loosened athlete’s tape over his fingers. “but the school nurse was already gone by the time i got there, so i had to fix myself up—oh hey, (y/n)!” he had cut himself off the moment his eyes fell upon yours.

your breath had hitched the moment he greeted you. it was as if your heart had immediately jumped into your throat and prevented you from even muttering a word as you can already feel your palms getting clammy. “hey,” you mutter almost in a whisper.

“so what are you doing here?” questioned tendou as his eyes suddenly widen the moment the words came out of his mouth, “uh-that sounded really rude, um—i actually meant that in the nicest way possible, by the way.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden burst of scattered thoughts, noticing a faint flush of pink upon his cheeks. 

“she’s here for the club poster,” ushijima answers in your place as you seemed to not answer even after a beat had passed.

“oh nice! i’m sure it’ll look really cool!” the middle blocker grinned at you to which a sudden wave of monarch butterflies attacked your gut. you could even feel the heat coursing through your cheeks and all the way to the tips of your ears until they were as red as tendou’s hair.

“hopefully,” you modestly commented, eyes then falling upon tendou’s wrapped wrist and couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity. “what happened to  you?”

the middle blocker shook his head dismissively. “i tried blocking one of ushijima’s spikes again, but as you know, it is a bit impossible and i ended up hurting myself. it’s no biggie, though.” he shrugs.

“t-that’s amazing.” you breathed out before you could catch yourself. and you swore, you saw the light pink hues of blush upon tendou’s face had darkened.

how cool, you thought with the stars in your eyes. the thought was a bit controversial, but you couldn’t but find tendou satori cooler than ushijima at that very moment. the fact that he knew very well how difficult and painful it was to block his spikes, tendou still attempted it to the point at the cusp of being injured. you began fiddling with your fingers for far too long as you’ve come to realize how long you were standing there for no more reason. you mentally face palmed as you cleared your throat, “anyway, if you guys do have any preferred ideas let me know before friday.”

before the boys could even say a proper goodbye, your legs were already carrying you towards the exits of the gymnasium as if it was running on autopilot. she did hear their shouts of good lucks from across the room as your long strides pushed you to quickly leave.

why was i so awkward for?

in retrospect, perhaps you were more nervous than you thought. it had been an entire week since you had received the assignment to create a club poster for the volleyball team and there hadn’t been a night filled with peaceful sleep. instead, they were brimming with 2am moments of inspired antics. working on the large poster filled you with nothing but utter confidence even after it was finished, but now that you were actually at school with the rolled up poster of the incredible volleyball team, you couldn’t help but feel waves of reluctance and insecurity.

it was always like this with you. where everything was fine and your confidence within your works were expected, but the moment you did have to present such things, you couldn’t help but think of what you should’ve done differently. you assumed that you could’ve improved your mixed media skills by a little bit as there wasn’t much you could’ve done either way in that murky little head of yours that obviously lacked sleep.

the hallways of shiratorizawa were still pretty empty as it was still quite early in the morning. most of the students were outside anyway, so you quickly took this chance to unroll the large poster. taking some push-pins from the side pocket of your school bag, you hung the poster up in it’s place. 

you breathed out one last sigh of ichor before picking up your bag and walking away from the masterpiece.

throughout the entire day, you had come across dozens of stares of others as you walked through the hallways, bringing your endless sea of nerves to heighten until you were dragged upon its tides. there were whispers everywhere. they were probably talking about your poster for the volleyball club and immediately you felt drowned in sorrow.

within a snap, had already thought of the worse possible outcomes that others were talking about how terrible of a job you did. perhaps that leap of faith, that tiny step out of the box when creating your poster was too much of a risk that you ended up falling to your own demise.

“(y/n)!” a voice called from behind you.

turning over your shoulder, you saw a familiar redhead making his way towards you in a bright amble. you immediately felt your heart drop as you whip your head back around and started to walk away. 

shit, shit shit. you thought, tendou was definitely not the first person you wanted to talk to you when the possibilities of what he had to say to you was tangling in your psyche. as if they were tangled vines yearning to be untangled for his closure and yet, you refused.

your shoes clicked rapidly against the floors of the school when suddenly your wrist was pulled back, turning towards his familiar tall figure.

your direct gaze was on his chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up upon his eyes. you couldn’t, at least. as if you were, your face would resemble something similar to a tomato.

“listen, tendou.” you muttered, still not attempting to meet his gaze. “i’m kind of late for class, but if you want talk later then we can—”

“no, i want to talk now,” he stated seriously, almost too seriously as it caused you to look up to him in surprise.

your mouth gaped to say something, yet nothing seemed to come out.

“i just wanted to say thanks for the poster.” tendou says as his breath almost hitched from the mere sight of you. he could recall the rushing feeling of blood coursing towards his cheeks and ears the moment he stepped upon school grounds and saw your poster. there his painted figure was, stood more prominently than the rest of his team. it was as if he needed the taste of sweet-tongued cough syrup just to ease his aching cheeks from smiling so hard.

the feeling was amazing. that from the smallest little action of you focusing on him rather than what he thought was going to be ushijima (like always) it was you who chose him. the loud middle blocker over the incredible ace of shiratorizawa. he knew validation wasn’t everything, and yet, his immense feeling of being at the top of the world certainly didn't help the fact that he had always been in love with you. you and tendou had the same class each and every year, that each first day of school, he would always sit giddily at his desk just so he could watch your angelic figure walk in.

in spite of it all, from his loud and upfront nature, he could never bring himself to even talk to you everyday besides an occasional ‘good morning’ whenever you would walk in. perhaps seeing this poster of himself was a little push into the deep end—to finally grow the guts to spill his unspoken epiphanies of built up feelings for once.

“usually, it’s ushijima who’s the face of the shiratorizawa team, but it’s nice seeing a change.” continued the middle blocker on the cusp of rambling, “i really didn’t expect you to focus it on me though, so that was a surprise... which by the way,” he hesitates as if he was do embarrassed to even ask. “why did you choose me?”

you pursed your lips the moment your breath was snatched from your lungs. “um,” you sighed, your mind speedily trying to come up with a plausible answer—something other than perhaps inevitably revealing you feelings for him, “i just think you’re really cool.” was all you could come up with and quite honestly, you wanted to face palm yourself for how stupid it probably sounded.

but to tendou, it was an absolute godsend. his heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage as his cheeks reddened into crimson wine. he didn’t know what else to say afterwards as that was his final push. it was then the idea popped inside his mind. a cheeky smile melted upon his lips as he patted your head gently.

“you’re an amazing artist, (y/n).” he complimented, amused by the fact he was the one who caused your reddening face before turning his heel and waving, “see you tomorrow!”

“u-uh, see you?” you stammered over his sudden departure, briefly waving before hold your hand to your chest. you felt as if your heart was to inevitably combust at the sudden overflow of ardor and vehemence of tendou satori’s actions. 

a sigh left your peachy lips, why am i feeling like this?

tendou could’ve sworn he had enough time to make it back to practice before stirring up any suspicions from his team, but the unfortunate tides have come across and drenched him in ill-fate—all gross and sticky.

ever since seeing your poster of him the day before, the thought of you had been on the middle blocker’s mind enough that even ushijima noticed his change in demeanor.

“what’s up with him?” the captain asked semi as they watched the redhead stumble into the gym.

“i think it’s about (y/l/n),” he answers in a hushed voice in case the disorganized tendou somehow heard. “he’s been in love with her since first year and seeing the poster of him is finally forcing him to make a move.”

ushijima refrained from chuckling, “so all it took was a poster with him as the center instead of me?”

“yeah, pretty much.” says semi.

tendou had been non-stop running back and forth between his classroom, the gym, and the art room after that burst of serendipitous ideas clouded his brain until it was all he could focus on. he had already missed the beginning of practice just so he could do something special for you for when he does muster up the courage to confess.

it was something along the lines of returning the favor of what you did to him, but he was well aware of the fact that he was a volleyball player for a reason and not an artist. honestly, most of the work was done with the help of you friend from the art club to which she basically did the drawing and tendou just colored it in. however he liked to think that it was the thought that counted, either way.

“sorry i’m late,” the missing middle blocker finally appeared. he was trying to catch his breathe as he rested his arms upon his bent knees. perhaps he quite disliked how gigantic the shiratorizawa campus was when it came to this. “i had to take care of something.”

ushijima gave semi an amused look before hardening his gaze on tendou, he tried not to laugh as he cleared his throat to hide that fact. “what’s more important than volleyball practice?” perhaps in the ace’s rarity, he was in the mood to tease the guy. “a girl?”

and immediately, the look on tendou’s face—of complete and utter fear that his captain would potentially punish him with extra conditioning was going to be the death of him—was instead replaced with chuckles him ushijima and semi.

“i’ll leave you off the hook as this was your first time missing a practice, not to mention you missed it for a girl you’ve liked for three years now.” said ushijima surprisingly out of character, than even he found himself shocked by saying it. “but if you miss another practice for (y/l/n), you’ll have extra conditioning everyday before and after school.”

tendou nods rapidly, “yessir!”

the rest of the day was filled with the sound of firm volleyballs being hit and slapped across the gym before falling to the floors with a coupled thud.

and despite trying his very hardest to focus his mind upon the practice game, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to you in your bright enormity. his mind was on you, and yet he was playing the game harder than ever with each and every block he endured. perhaps it was the nerves, the aching adrenaline that flowed through his veins at the mere thought of  confessing to you by the time practice ended fueled his fire.

even if this was just a practice game against his own teammates, he was going to win for you and leave the gym with a confident aura enough to give him the guts to walk up to you.

the thing is, the game had already ended before he knew it. his side of the court had won and reached 25 points before he could even blink with the fact that he was in a ready stance even after the whistle had been blown.

“tendou,” ushijima called out to the redhead. “good luck.”

with that, the middle blocker’s head had cleared as he gave a smile to the setter. he walked over his bag, snatching it up and over his shoulder as he grabbed the rolled up poster within his clammy hands.

god, i’m was nervous. he thought to himself as he walked out of that gym.

the loud, boisterous guffaws from the rest of his teammates faded and echoed into oblivion as he walked the opposite way from everyone else. as the rest were going home, it was him who was on his was to your classroom. he had heard from your friend that you had cleaning duties today after school and it was the perfect time to just swallow his pride and just say.

but his actions were definitely faster than his thoughts as he had impulsively slammed the classroom door open without thinking.

you had thrown a shocked glance at the redhead at the sudden harsh action as he had thrown an embarrassed smile at you. chuckling at that adorable look on his face, you quickly set you mop aside. “tendou? what are you doing here? is your practice over already?”

the redhead nods, “yeah, just a couple minutes ago—um, i-uh just wanted to uh—”

he sighed frustratingly. this was the first time that the tendou satori—the third year infamously known for his innate way of speaking to others in such bright confidence for once, had his tongue tied. the reason why was obvious. it was because of you and your beaming eyes and that godforsaken smile of yours that made him go utterly crazy.

he was still trying to find the right words to say when your gaze fell upon the rolled up poster within his shaking hands. “what’s this?” you asked innocently as your hand reached for the poster and took it out of his hands without much force.

“w-wait! that’s—!”

you unrolled the poster, honey glazed your irises as your mouth gaped slightly.

it was you. a painting of you sitting under one of the large trees on one of the campus’s courtyards, sketching who knows what along with tendou’s large handwriting sprayed at the top:

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME, (Y/N)?

you breath was snatched out of your throat as you flickered your widened eyes up to him. red and pink hues adored tendou’s cheeks and ears, scratching the back of his head as his chestnut eyes refused to meet yours. if he were to look at you then and there, he would immediately melt into a puddle of blossoming cherries.

“did you make this for me?” you asked gently, still absolutely moonstruck at the poster. it was a simple painting that was definitely not drawn entirely by tendou as you could tell your friend had something to do with it, but you couldn’t help but be absolutely astonished that he even went out his way for this. “i love it,” you whispered, capturing tendou’s attention.

“y-you do?” the redhead huffs in disbelief.

tendou was closer to you, more than you were comfortable with, but you didn’t fight it off. you didn’t bother giving a little space between you two. “i was serious when i always thought you were cool. you were the only one out of that group of popular kids to talk to me and was actually nice about it.” you suddenly professed. your consciousness mentally slapped you over and over again from the embarrassment of saying such a thing. and yet, the signal in her mind didn’t releasse itself until the moment you felt your eyes fall upon tendou’s chamomile lips. and to your peachy ones, did tendou even dare to think of the impossible, of the serenity that filled them under your blushing cheeks,

“i really like you, (y/n)... and i have for a while now.” he muttered.

you bit your lip at the sudden downpour of feelings that you didn’t even notice yourself clutching and perhaps accidentally crumpling the poster he made. “me too,” you said in a mere whisper, your gaze flickering back down to the floor. “and to answer your question... yes, i will go out with you, tendou.”

the redhead felt his breath hitch in his throat, pausing with his eyes almost wide and doe-like when he looked at you underneath the last rays of the setting sun. he let’s out a bright chuckle, “cool.” he attempted to act casually only to break the moment he found your embrace.

you gently laughed as it muffled within his chest, “cool.” you repeated.

[yinses]

fav positions for ur fav ikevamp boys bc they're my favs too? 😂

more so just nsfw scenarios  ?? but i guess technically favorite positions are implied?? also i realized late i forgot napoleon so i had to remedy that real quick

leonardo da vinci

— he’s always such a sleepy boy. forever slumbering where he shouldn’t and often getting in the way of others. more frequently though, you’ve noticed that he’s taken more care to fall asleep in the comfort of solitude. sometimes his study but more often, to both of your greatest pleasure, its the bedroom. lounging lazily is where you find him, shortly after noon, in soft linen and trousers. he wakes to the slow dance of your fingers across his chest, a smile of consent nudging your forward as that same touch moves to unfasten his pants. 

— no one bothered to ask how you’d convinced the italian to choose his preferred sleeping locations more wisely. and it was probably for the best as it was wholly motivated by your occasional desire to rouse him pleasuring his cock. after the first few times, you nonchalantly mentioned you wouldn’t mind doing it more often within privacy. and well, that how you helped break an outfit ages old. 

— you can’t but roll your eyes and laugh as he slides an arm behind his head in an attempt to get more comfortable. he looks like he might fall asleep at any moment even now, as you stroke him evenly. its almost second nature to undulate your thumb along the underside to tease the prominent vein hidden there before flicking your tongue across the tip. he’s likely only expecting a blow job, but you have more in mind as you take his half hard state into you mouth. caressing him his balls for extra stimulation just to speed along the process. he never leaves you hanging either, his cries careless to the offered timeline as he moans openly. 

— his brow raises in tandem with your hips as you position yourself over him, the both of you sighing in pleasure as you take him to the hilt. his hands brace your hips as he arches his back to thrust into you. he grinds against you feverently, gradually waking with each drive. 

arthur conan doyle

—  he has the experience and loves to show it off. predominantly prefers to take control but doesn’t mind handing over the reigns from time to time. everything starts off from a tease, from the moment you approach the bed where he’s settled at the edge, legs wide in invitation. he’ll beckon you close with that smug smile, arms snug around your waist as he guides you into his lap with your arms linked around his neck. after you’ve been with him long enough, you’ll know to roll your hips into a slow grind. each undulation bringing him closer and closer to a hardened state.

— he’ll spend hours if he could, nuzzling dirty promises into your ear until you’re slipping and sliding against his thigh to the wetness dripping from your core. he’ll want you to whimper, the one time he’ll break character to beg for your wanton moans. arthur isn’t here to break you, but he wouldn’t mind cracking the surface just a little to fill the fractures. 

— as a writer, he has an explicit eye for detail. always cognitive of surroundings and subtle gestures with a critical eye. not only does it benefit his readers but it also stimulates you. he almost always has his eyes on you, a brief relief only coming when he succumbs to his own pleasure. but the majority of the time,  his undying focus spreads through you like raw heat. 

— he’ll still your hips long enough to reach between your bodies to free the heavy weight of his cock. to distract your eagerness, he kisses the heat right off your tongue and coaxes your mouth open wider with his own. the moment you feel his lips curve into a smile is matched by your forming a silent ‘o’ as he slides effortlessly into your depths. 

le comte de saint-germain

— if time allows, he prefers to start with his head between your thighs. mouthing at your apex and licking into you with slow deliberation. his smile is sinfully sweet when he flicks his tongue against your clit and nudges his nose against the hood just to catch the hitch of your breath. he does this to make sure you’re ready for the long run, not pleased until your glistening wetness is smeared across your skin. slick running down those same legs that hang precariously from the knee over the curve of his desk.  

—you’re lucky to catch his trousers around his ankles this time, more often than not he’s hard pressed to remove more than his long coat in moments like these. it a different kind of satisfaction for you to see the glossy sheen of sweat trailing down the line of his stomach where the shirt remains on his shoulders but parted enough to entice the view. your lips curve into an impish grin when you reach out to explore the unearthed territory. he leans into the touch eagerly, or perhaps out of necessity as he gathers you by the backs of your knees and rolls his hips forward. the edge of the desk was suprisingly forgiving enough to allow you to focus on the glide of his cock edging against the channel of your sex. 

— when its like this, this part tends to be more hasty to make up for the time wasted lapping at your cunt. his hips snap cordially, driving deeper in search of purchase. he knows how to angle himself, lips twitching as you clench through tremors and undulate your hips in response. comte tangles his fingers through your hair, guiding your head up to cover his mouth with your own. 

theodorus van gogh

— he’s so determined to have you in this moment, willing to toss aside propriety of it means he can immerse himself in your sopping cunt for just a second longer. his brother requested him ages ago and is likely sin pursuit of his location now. you gasp as much, your sharp cries of warning echoing down the halls as your body quakes against the wall. theo has started off with a brutal rhythm, his own uninhibited desire coaxing more wetness for fluid friction. with his forearm braces against the back of your nape, free arm curving your hips back into his own, he’s already threatening overstimulation and the dam hadn’t even broken yet. 

— he wants nothing more than to hear your cries as you bounce against his cock, but it’s not a risk he’s willing to take against his libido. with a hiss, his palm covers your mouth as his fangs nimble at your ear. “you’re too dirty for this. whimpering like that, you obviously want to get caught.” his eyes widen as you retaliate with action, taking two of his offered fingers into your aperture. he greedily soaks in the way you suckle on his digits, your own swimming with mischief and challenge. 

— “oh, you want to play like that, huh?” his hand wriggles under your shirt then sliding between your breast and appearing over the collar to curl his fingers around your offered throat. you bite down on his fingers as his forces his cock through the threshold of your desire, uncaring as your lips part enough to let sounds escape. 

napoleon bonaparte

— you feel as though your prone, spread out and compliant as he holds himself above you. he has his body caging you against the mattress, eyes roving his territory like the conquerer he is. your hand aches at your side with the urge to stoke at your mound just above your joined bodies. but pierced by that look alone, you know it would only encourage him to use more physical restraints if he found them necessary. frankly you don’t care if he uses his own hands to shackle your wrists as long as he would just fucking move. 

— your face must be vocalizing your words because he’s laughing. that beautiful harmony as his eyes sparkle in delight. “you’re too pretty to cry, mon chou. though it does ignite something in me to see how moved you are by this,” he rumbles, his delight punctuated by a firm roll of his hips. when he lowers his chest to yours, you don’t miss the opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders. his lips nibble at your throat, mindful of his teeth as he finds a rhythm. 

—he runs the flat of his tongue against your jugular. “you taste divine as usual.” the moment his nose knocks against your chin, you’re tipping your head to capture his lips, sighing into his mouth as your fingers curl into his blades. he still tries talking, a futile attempt out of humor as the slur of speech gets lost to your insistent kisses. his movements never edge toward inconsistency, even as he quivers toward the edge. he’d made a lot of things his  home in his lifetime, but nothing was more permanent than what he’d created with you. 

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John Lennon x reader (friends to lovers ploy). They're roommates, and one of them are really stressed, so they go down to a meadow, stargaze, and one of them confess. I was lowkey imagining 1968 john

Fragrant Meadows

Pairing: John Lennon x Reader

Words: 1292

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Okay lovely, pardon my delay. It’s not quite what you requested but I hope you’ll still like it!

Your fingers were fidgeting uncontrollably with the hem of your shirt for a while now. You had had to physically stop yourself from smoking another cigarette that evening; hell you did not even like the stuff, but it seemed like it was the only thing that kept you sane. God, you were definitely fucked up.

 The boys were inside, chatting about everything, but you needed some fresh air. It had just rained, and the very distinct aroma of the humid earth and flowers warmed your heart. You sighed and sat back in the old, rocking chair and looked up at the full moon, shining in the dark sky. A small smile made his way on your lips as the familiar tune invaded your head. Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. You know this love of mine will never die…

 It was just a time in your life where you were feeling tired, exhausted all the time. You had been meditating for half an hour now and you were gradually realizing it was the combination of various insignificant incidents that, when put together, could generate an insufferable amount of anxiety. These events could range from the fact that you were late for work today to your painfully inexistent love life. Well, perhaps the latter one was not that insignificant.

 Truth is, being irrevocably in love with your lifelong best friend sucked, and you had learnt that love was not how it was pictured in movies the hard way. In your story, there were no stolen kisses in cozy cafés, no pillow talks at midnight and certainly no happy endings.

 You rubbed your temples, feeling slightly more relaxed due to the back-and-forth movement of the chair. You had accepted the harsh reality a while ago: John was probably never going to love you the way you loved him. It still hurt though, knowing your feelings were bound to last for a long time. But you did not want to endanger the strong friendship you both had managed to develop throughout the years. And you also were pretty pleased with the fact that you got to be roommates with the love of your life, so you guessed you were okay, in a way.

 You were still stargazing when the door opened and John appeared. To your surprise, he had his glasses on for once in his life and actually managed to get through the mini series of tiny steps in front of the door without falling. You let out a chuckle, remembering all the times you had witnessed him fall to the ground.

 “Hey, hey, laugh all you want, but I wasn’t the one who slipped on the banana peel somebody threw at me!”

 The recalling of the incident made you laugh genuinely for what felt the first time since forever.

 “That’s not really fair of you to mention, as it was very early in the morning and I had had only four hours of sleep,” you scoffed playfully.

 He waved your explanation away and sat on the floor next to you.

 “So whatcha doing here all by yourself?”

 “Uh, I had a slight headache and needed some fresh air, why?”

 “Well, we really wanted some pancakes and since you do them so divinely…”

 You punched his shoulder, laughing.

 “We been knew you only keep me around for food!”

 “How did you know?” he joked with fake surprise, putting a dramatic hand on his heart.

 You giggled and rested your head on the back of the chair once again.

 “Okay, I’ll make you some. Just give me ten minutes.”

 He nodded and was about to get up when he saw your face.

 “Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door…”

 You glanced at him, shifting uncomfortably.

 “Can’t believe you’re quoting your own song,” you tried to tease with a smile, but it did not reach your eyes.

 “It’s technically Paul’s song but you get what I mean. What’s the matter, birdie?”

 The silly nickname warmed your entire being, reminding you of your teenage years. He had not used it since the early years. You had often wondered why. Why the incredible proximity you shared since your childhood had seemed to slowly vanish along the years.

 You could not help but let out a sigh as you crossed his dark eyes.

 “I’m in love with someone.”

 He moved a few inches away, taken aback by your sudden statement. He took a few seconds to proceed the fact before glancing at you.

 “Oh. Do I know him?”

 You hesitated a bit, your thumbs twiddling together. Should you tell him or should you not? You probably were in the greatest dilemma you had ever lived. Tell the truth and most certainly lose one of the only persons you really cared for or invent something that will humiliate for your whole life?

 “Yeah. You actually know him pretty well.”

 He removed his glasses and began cleaning them using the edge of his shirt with mechanical gestures.

 “Who is he? What’s his name? Is he worth of you?”

 The last question, asked with such vigor, brought a smile to your lips.

 “Believe me, he may just be the worthiest.”

 “Well, who is he?”

 You took a large breath.

 “It’s you.”

 He almost chocked with his own saliva and moved to face you directly. You felt your anxiety grow inside of you but fought to keep a straight, neutral face.

 “What?”

 “It’s you, John. I can’t believe you’ve never understood it, after all those years…”

 He blinked, and you could not help but snigger at his confused and very myopic gaze. The smile that was faltering on your lips disappeared and you got up abruptly, avoiding his eyes.

 “Listen, now that it’s done, I don’t want anything to change between us, I don’t want to lose your friendship… I’m just too attached to you to lose you. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. So if we could forget what just happened, that’d be just perf-”

 He grabbed your wrists, instantly stopping your nervous speech flow.

 “I don’t want to forget.”

 His hands slowly let go of yours to move to your stunned face, resting his palms on your warm cheeks.

 “I don’t know if that fella’s the worthiest, but he’s rather decent.”

 “Do you like him?”

 “Very much.”

 Your lips parted in a wide smile as they met his. His natural odor wrapped you up, making you lose yourself completely in the kiss. The boys inside had switched to Till There Was You, and Paul’s voice resonated in the moonlit night as your fingers wandered in John’s hair, refusing to let go.

 Then there was music and wonderful roses They tell me In sweet fragrant meadows Of dawn and dew

 There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you

 You finally broke the kiss but stayed close to him, breathless. Seeing your flustered and blushing state, John laughed quietly against your forehead before brushing his finger against your upper lip.

 “I can’t believe we’ve known each other for so long and never realized what was happening here,” he mumbled, amused. “Best friends to lovers… Aren’t we a bit cliché?”

 “Darling, clichés are the best thing if used with the right persons. And we’re the best.”

 John chuckled at your smug expression, and you pecked his lips once more before heading to the door.

 “Where are you going?” he whined, following suit.

 “Gonna make those pancakes. You coming?”

 He caught your hand and linked your fingers with his, smiling down at you as you walked into the lively house together. God, you sure could get used to this.

#john lennon #john lennon imagine #john lennon x reader #the beatles #the beatles imagine #beatles #beatles imagine #the beatles x reader #beatles x reader 

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*slides into inbox once again* Hi, i've been busy with work so i didn't read the stories till yesterday. Even then, i had no idea what to say bc they're so good and adorable. Is it ok if i request another? i just love the others you wrote they're amazing and i love them. If it is ok then i would like to request a chan scenario similar to the felix one, but maybe not in hs. Thank you so much for this! ~felix anon

Hello! Thank you for the request! I am so happy to hear that the other scenarios brought you joy. I hope this one lives up to the others! Enjoy~!

Admin Rex

You had just barely stepped one foot outside the threshold of your classroom when you were almost toppled over. When you straightened up, an arm was slung around your shoulders. You steady your breathing because you came this close to a face-to-face meeting with the cement beneath your feet.

“Hey, Minho.” You smile slightly at the taller figure currently leaning unnecessary weight onto your barely smaller body. He smiled that big, bright smile that he approached you with on the day you became friends, “Hello, Y/N. How was class?” Your soulless glare and half-hearted shrug told him all he needed to know. He laughed his signature laugh, and you found yourself chuckling along because it was just that kind of contagious laugh. He dragged you along, and you really didn’t know where he was pulling you. You didn’t mind, being able to just be with him is nice, considering you’re both uni students and don’t often have a lot of time for friends. Minho removed his arm from your shoulders, content with just walking beside you. He got you to chat about the most random things until he exclaimed a loud Ow! as his body jerked forward with weight that wasn’t his own.

“Hey! Minho, Y/N!” Another friend greeted. Jisung laughed as Minho attempted to softly jab him in the side. Jisung continued through his laughter and efforts of dodging Minho’s fingers, “I need to ask a favor.” Minho stopped, his curiosity piqued. When Jisung requested help, it either ended up being something incredibly troubling or just plain weird. Jisung put his hands together in front of him as he grinned at you and your best friend, “The radio station is really low on hands, and we really need help! Would you be willing to assist the valiant 3RACHA team?” There was a short silence and you thought you could hear the crows calling out - caw… caw… caw… - before he sighed, “Aw, man. You guys were my last hope.”

Seeing his defeated expression and hearing his troubled sigh, you felt your heart squeeze. You always had a soft spot for Jisung and his too bright smile, “Jisung, I’ll help.” Almost instantly, his smile returned with the intensity of four suns, “Really? This is why you’re my favorite, Y/N!” He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at Minho, who returned the childish gesture. Jisung turned back towards you, “When are you free?”

You took a moment to think. You were technically free, but you were hanging out with Minho. You also should really start that music project you’d been putting off. But Jisung’s hopeful eyes made it nearly impossible to say not now. “Well, I guess I can help out, too. We’re free now.” Minho seemed to have made the decision for you. Jisung enthusiastically grabbed yours and Minho’s wrists to drag you across the campus in record time. Eventually, you were standing outside the music building, the same one you’d just left over an hour ago. You followed Jisung and Minho as you were led up to the second floor. The door itself was like the others, grey with a glass pane. You wouldn’t have realized what room you were standing in front of if it weren’t for the bright red piece of paper decorated with three very different chicken doodles. You really wondered why they chose 3RACHA for their radio name. Actually, you wondered that about a few of the other clubs, too. Like the Newspaper club. Why were they called PepperJJANG?

Jisung pushed you and Minho into the room. It was definitely fit for being a radio room, and that was probably the intended purpose, too. The room was small to begin with, but it was even smaller now that it had been divided into two. One side, the one you were on, had many pieces of equipment - all of which you knew how to use thanks to your music classes - and a few chairs pushed up against the walls and desks. One the other side of the glass that split the room were the other two members of the radio station seated at a table covered in loose papers and cords. You only knew Jisung by name - he is your friend, after all - and you’d seen the other two around before. They both looked incredibly surprised at your arrival. Jisung had propped the door open as he entered the other room, allowing you to hear their conversation freely.

“Who…?” One of them asks, they’re all looking at you and Minho now. Jisung is waving his hand in a beckoning motion, so you and Minho awkwardly shuffle through the door. “These are the friends I was telling you might help us!” The blond one lets out a small ‘uwah’ before standing up, “Thank you so much for this, really.” He bows in your direction before nudging the person beside him to do the same. After making sure everyone was thanked properly, Jisung motioned for you to introduce yourself, “Hi, I am (Y/N). I really can’t turn Jisung down when he really needs help,” you chuckle nervously. The blond grins at you with a nod. Minho also introduces himself before Jisung’s teammates do. “Well, I’m Chan. This one is Changbin.” Just from hearing their names, you can deduce that Chan goes by CB97 on the radio and Changbin is SpearB.

Chan continued grinning at you while Jisung tried explaining what had to be done around Minho’s incessant interruptions. The older boy looked familiar to you, but you weren’t quite sure yet. You kept looking away from him to look at Jisung, but you just felt compelled to look at him. Everytime you’d look his way, he’d make eye contact, and it was flustering. Jisung and Changbin didn’t seem to notice you weren’t listening, but Minho made sure you caught his smirk.

It wasn’t until the following week that Jisung approached you and Minho again. Your first assignment for the radio club was to man the station controls, with the help of Minho, of course. It was relatively uneventful. You always tuned into the radio, so you were pretty much up-to-date with all school events, but there wasn’t anything going on this week. You suspect it has something to do with upcoming finals. You felt a twinge of nerves shoot through your body at the reminder. You know you’re pretty much prepared for all of your classes except for one: Music Composition. The final for that class was to turn in your own music piece putting all the knowledge you’ve acquired during the semester to use. You were stuck. Your piece just didn’t sound right to you, no matter how you edited it. You had half a mind to ask one of your friends who’d completed the course for help, but knew that they would be just as busy as you.

These were the thoughts on your mind as you find yourself wandering through the sections of books in the campus library. It always surprised you how many students actually studied in the library. You found yourself standing in front of the non-fiction books and you legitimately had no idea how these books would help you. You continued to stare at the books in front of your face when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you come face to face with Chan. He has a wide smile on his face when he asks, “What has you wandering the library like you’re lost?” It takes you a moment to clear your head of your current despair. You tell him about your upcoming final, and he nods, totally getting where you’re coming from. “You know, I could probably help you with your assignment.” Your eyes widen at him, “Are you sure?” Chan nods at you, clearly willing to help you.

In the time you’d been assisting 3RACHA, you learned that Chan was not only a music major, but a very selfless person as well. “That would be really, really helpful and I would owe you my life.” Were you being dramatic? Maybe, but you really would be in debt to Chan if he was able to help you. He laughed with you while saying that he wouldn’t mind being payed back. After comparing schedules, you settled on a day and time with him. He smiled, his dimples on display, “Well, it’s a date, then.”

On the day that you had to meet with Chan, you were nervous. Why? Well, you’re sharing a piece of music you, a newbie to composing, created yourself with a more experienced producer. And, Chan was really kind and you maybe think he’s good-looking, but that’s beside the point. You had told Chan that you could meet at the little café that was a few blocks away from your apartment. Unfortunately, when you got there, all the tables were occupied. Fortunately, Chan had already claimed a table. You greeted him with a wide smile that he full heartedly returned. After placing an order for drinks, you sat down across from Chan. You were pulling out your laptop rather quickly and skimming your files for the song you had composed thus far. You really wanted to get this done; you’d fail otherwise. Chan sat patiently until you rotated the device until it was facing him, headphones connected and ready to go. You busied yourself with waiting for your order while the 3RACHA member listened to your song.

When you returned with the drinks, Chan had his eyes closed and had an expression of focus. You took a sip of the drink you ordered, dreading when he would finish listening to the song. It wasn’t long before you were looking into his amazingly brown eyes, “Well, I definitely get what you mean by it sounding empty,” You felt a bit more nervous as he continued, “but I think I can really help you!” You couldn’t help grabbing his hand, “Thank you, really!” He smiled pointing out that he hasn’t even done anything to help you, yet. You continued to stare at him while holding his hand. The tips of Chan’s ears were beginning to turn red, and you realized that your cheeks were hot, and you should probably let go of his hand now. You withdraw your hands slowly, not looking away from him up until someone slammed their hands down on the table in front of you. You jumped horrendously, looking up at the culprit. Minho was smiling at you, but it was the all-knowing smile he would give you when you got caught doing something you wouldn’t openly share with him. Like maybe having a crush on someone. In that moment, you knew you’d have to tell him everything. Minho raised his eyebrows and you remembered, “Oh, I am so sorry Chan! I promised that I’d tutor Minho today. He really needs help because he sucks at English” You couldn’t help the last part. He did just embarrass you. Chan smiles, “It’s no problem. We can meet up some other time.”

When Chan stood and left, Minho slid himself into the now empty seat, claiming it as his own. He smiled deviously, “So.” You groaned and placed you head on top of the keyboard of your computer. He laughed before prompting you to speak. You start as you put away your laptop, “So what if I think he’s cute?” Minho grinned like a cat at your admission, and you knew you’d just sealed your fate.

A couple of days later, you were approaching 3RACHA’s room. Just as you cracked the door open slightly, you heard Minho’s voice. The only part you caught was “I think you and (Y/N) would be pretty cute together.” It seemed like he was feigning innocence and maybe some disinterest. You could hear Chan’s high pitched laugh as a form of response. Quickly, you whipped out your phone to text Minho: what do you think you’re doing??? You hear your best friend’s phone go off, but are startled when Chan continues, “I do like (Y/N). But, I don’t want to come off as too abrupt.” Minho mumbled something that sounded like “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Chan made a little noise. You waited a few more ticks before opening the door. Chan’s back was turned so you stuck your tongue out at Minho. He shrugged just as Chan turned around. The blonde looked shocked to see you standing behind him, “Oh, hello, (Y/N).” He smiled at you before making a beeline to the door. You were surprised to see Jisung and Changbin already in their seats. You really hoped they didn’t somehow hear everything Minho and Chan said. You watched Chan as he pulled his phone from his pocket. A few seconds of watching Chan type later, your phone chimed from where it was in your hand. Confused, you checked it because Minho was in the same room, so he would’ve actually spoke to you. You were surprised to see a text from Chan: I know you still need help with your music project, but I would really like to take you out for some dinner. Will you go on a date with me?

If a sappy grin was on your face when you nodded at Bang Chan, then that was between him and you.

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Can you do like a 7 minute in heaven series or like a spin the bottle one? I know it's a lot to ask. If you like the idea but you can't make it into a whole series please do either or ( the 7 min or spin the bottle) but with Kags, Noya, Suga. ( as reader inserts please (( the guys like the person they're paired with)) ) no specific theme out of that story thing. Since you're the writer I want it to seem as natural as it can be for the guys being stuck in this game w/ their crush.

I can DEFINITELY do that!! The ask box is technically still open? Lmao like I never made a post about it being closed - so if you guys want something for this prompt, just send in the character and the challenge (7 min in heaven or spin the bottle) - and I’ll write something up for you when I get to it! :D Thanks for the request/idea love! - Admin Satori

Kageyama Tobio: 7 Minutes in Heaven

Nervous.

That’s really all you could figure you were feeling in this moment. Super nervous. Sweaty hands. Fast heartbeat - you were surprised you hadn’t fainted yet with how shot your nerves were!

For years you’d been dying for this moment. You knew it had to happen tonight - all the signs pointed to it happening tonight!

You would finally be able to spend some time with your crush. Kageyama Tobio. Sour King of the Court…. Just a little time with him and you could be happy for the rest of your life… probably….

“______, it’s your turn to spin…” Your friend, Yukino, prompted beside you, nudging you with her shoulder to get your attention on the present.

“O-oh! Sorry, sorry!” You smiled sheepishly, leaning forward and taking the cool glass bottle in your hand, feeling the heat of your skin fog up the glass. Jeez, was there any way for you to calm down your nerves?

Did he notice? You glanced up from the cool bottle in your hand, just before spinning it, to see his intense blue eyes trained on your hand. Waiting. He was as smooth as stone - not a single vibe of positive or negative coming off of him…. A master of shielding himself - you wanted to be the one to peel back the layer, to see his true self.

You must have been waiting too long because suddenly his eyes were on you and you were drowning in his oceans. A hiccup of a gasp left you as you set the bottle spinning on the wooden floor, hearing it clatter and clink as it made its rounds, pointing at everyone in the group. Your heart hammered in your chest, your eyes having immediately fallen to the bottle the second you’d let it loose.

Clink, clink, clink, the bottle continued to spin - slowing with every rub of the floor against its smooth surface. You held your breath as it continued to slow, finding the person you’d spend a few minutes with in the closet. Away from everyone’s curious gaze, you didn’t know what you’d be doing….

With Hinata… He was too cute, but in a plushy toy sort of way. The sweet boy stared at the bottle before glancing at you, seeing you were staring at him had his face flushing with embarrassment and a wide smile breaking his otherwise cheerful expression.

With Tsukishima, your eyes slowly traveled to his disinterested expression. He wasn’t even looking at the bottle. What would you do if you got him? Hide in the darkness, pretend he wasn’t there? He wasn’t exactly scary or really intimidating… Just mean… Mean-looking.

What would you do if you got sweet, freckled Yamaguchi? He was probably just as nervous as you were. When he’d reach for the bottle, his hand would shake. He’d already spent a few minutes in the closet with your friend… You hadn’t been able to hear anything during that time… But she’d come out pleased, and him flustered…. So you figured he was already a betted on young man.

A full house overall, young adults well into the party swing of things, ready to have fun and explore each other - young enough to have those raging hormones and old enough to have that liquid courage flowing through their veins.

Finally, finally… it started to slow.

Yamaguchi…… Tsukishima…. Kiyoko…… Hinata…. Yachi….

Kageyama.

It landed on him. You couldn’t believe it. You sat there dumbfounded as he rose to his feet easily. As if he’d been expecting it.

“______….” You blinked rapidly, smiling sheepishly again to your friend before standing and walking after Kageyama’s tall form to the closet. The doors closed behind the two of you and the time began.

All idea of what to do in this situation left you. You couldn’t even see him, honestly - your hand reaching out, hesitantly, until it came into contact with his sleeve.

The sudden touch surprised him, and he blinked in the darkness to gain accustomed to the limited light - being able to make out shapes and outlines after a few seconds.

You were fumbling, he could tell, and he offered his hand to the one gripping his arm, “Sorry… You probably wanted someone else…” His voice was quiet, though his delivery was a bit choppy - was he nervous, too?

“N-No! No… uh….” You fumbled now with your words, taking his offered hand in yours. It was cold, yet slick…. Definitely nervous. “I actually… really wanted to spend time with you….” Heat rushed to your face, and you were absolutely taken by surprise by your…. confidence? Or was this word vomit?

“Me?” His volumed raised in his surprise. Kageyama cleared his throat, his hand holding yours a bit tighter now, reminding himself these few minutes were precious and between only the two of you. “Me? Why? I mean….” He didn’t know what he meant, he didn’t know what he’d wanted to ask, but the mere thought of you wanting to spend time with him was…. unbelievable.

You didn’t answer right away, taking a deep breath before focusing your attention on his cool hand, your fingers lacing with his, your other hand resting on his opposite arm.

There wasn’t really anything more you could say that would make any sense. And you weren’t really one to be known for your actions, but this was different.

The closet for 7 minutes in heaven… You wanted some of that heaven, and the confidence you rarely found in yourself surged for that goal.

Leaning up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek…. Well, you aimed for his cheek.

But he’d sensed something coming close to his face and had turned his head.

Just in time for your lips to press against his.

Then the door opened, light flooding in and blinding the two of you as you pulled away in a hurry.

“Time’s up, love birds~.” The lanky young man cooed, motioning for you two to come on out and take your place back with the group.

“Actually….” Kageyama still held your hand in his, his other shielding his eyes from the bright light of the main room, “We’re not done.” Then he was pulling you back into the closet, taking the door of which and closing it behind him. Newly blind, but hungry.

He’d had a taste of heaven… And he wanted more.

Nishinoya Yuu: Spin the Bottle

How was this not a game of mono? Kissing anyone the bottle landed on?

You’d been kissed so many times now, and none of them were by the guy you really wanted. Sure, your best friend was sweet and awkward, Ennoshita was gentle but stiff…. Kyoutani was…. Rough to say the least - he bit your lip as if that’s how he normally kisses people… Tanaka was… Overly excited and a bit… messy.

Honestly, you were surprised he hadn’t full on gone into a make-out session with you.

Not that you wanted that from him.

Because your eyes were set on his best friend.

Nishinoya Yuu.

Who you’d seen kiss your best friend and had felt a fire in your belly you never had felt before. Jealousy. She’d sat back after the kiss with a less than impressed expression and the feeling turned to slight insult. She’d kissed your crush and had the audacity to show it didn’t meet her standards?

Petty, you’d wanted to bring up the trash boyfriends she’d had in the past, the junk drawer dwellers she’d kissed for hours over the course of your friendship… Bad choices…. And she had the nerve to pretend Nishinoya’s kiss didn’t blow them all out of the water?

His turn to spin, he wasn’t shy with the speed, almost sending the bottle flying off outside the realm of the group. Spinning, spinning, your eyes followed it - praying and praying it would land on you, it would grace you, bless you…..

For it to land on…. Not you.

A girl two people down from you. Nishinoya visibly deflated and leaned over the bottle, pecking the girl on the lips once before falling back beside Tanaka with his arms crossed.

When would it land on you?

The bottle made the rounds, spinning and spinning.

By the time it got to you, you’d kissed Ennoshita once more, Yahaba once…. And pretty much had Terushima’s tongue forced down your throat. You’d slapped him when you pushed him away, “It’s a kiss, right? Frenching is a kiss.” He’d defended with a playful laugh.

If it hadn’t been for the slight possibility of getting Nishinoya, you would have quit the game a long time ago. You would have left in a huff of embarrassment, and would have just… hid yourself away until the memory of this get together was far off in your memory to be blocked by any self-preservation.

Your turn…. You hesitated in spinning the bottle. Your hand shaking before finally resting on it. Did you really want this? Did you really just want a kiss from him and that was it? All of this? For just a peck?

Was it worth it?

“Yes….” You whispered to yourself, reinforcing your intense desire to kiss your crush. You’d walk on hot coals for him - though you really hope there wasn’t a sudden invention of that kind of game… You spun the bottle.

Spinning, spinning, you crossed your fingers and bit your lip, watching it with an intensity your best friend found… amusing. The guilt inside her for kissing your crush easily subsiding at the expression you were currently making. As if you were willing the bottle to land on him.

…. And it worked.

It slowed to a crawl as it neared Nishinoya.

…….Tanaka…… Futakuchi…… Mai… Aone..

Nishinoya.

“YES!” The both of you cheered at the same time.

Your eyes widened as you met his equally surprised expression. He’d wanted to kiss you? This whole time? You blushed deeply, his expression seemed to melt at the sight of your rosy cheeks; ‘Cute’ being the only thought at the sight of you.

Nishinoya wasted no time, his jitters getting the best of him, nerves exploding all at once, as he jumped to his feet - he couldn’t sit still any longer, and leaning over the bottle seemed to be a disservice to you…. You deserved so much better than a quick peck.

So he brought himself to you, squatting in front of where you kneeled, his hands taking yours… They were shaking, in nervousness or excitement you couldn’t really tell. But he was overflowing with emotion, and you were drowning in the liquid gold of it in his eyes as he leaned closer. And closer. And closer….

Until he yelped and fell to his side, hands falling from yours to his calf.

“Dead Leg.” Yamamoto snickered, pleased with himself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Nishinoya whined, gritting his teeth as his muscles spasmed painfully.

You gave Yamamoto a harsh glare, he’d ruined your moment, “Dick…” You moved so Nishinoya’s head was by your knees, lifting him up gently before resting his head on your lap.

It’s like the pain washed away with your touch, his eyes staring up at you in wonder. Were you filled with magic? The world of his he saw in your eyes definitely pointed to it being true. You smiled tenderly down at him, your heart hammering in your chest as you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead - it was the only thing you could reach…. You damned your inflexible spine for letting you down.

But he wanted more. He wanted a kiss.

So he pushed himself up, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down for a heated kiss.

Explosions of color, of feeling, of all this world’s secret wonders flashed in your head, in your heart. You squeaked in surprise before it easily turned into a hum of approval, your lips moving against his slowly.

“Get a room!” Tanaka teased with a wide smile, proud of his best friend for finally getting his girl.

Nishinoya waved off his friend, not daring to separate from your lips, smiling into the kiss at the passive groans of disgust surrounding the two of you.

Sugawara Koushi: Spin the Bottle

Whoever said older guys were intimidating… Had obviously never met this group of young men….

Kuroo and Bokuto were having a blast with their time, pulling the ‘there’s quarter in this bottle’ splash trick on Asahi more than once tonight and actually getting away with it. Daichi would get after them, like a father with his children, and Asahi would, bless his heart, just take it in good nature.

It was a party after all.. There were tricks and treats abound. The ball would fall tonight, and the real festivities would ramp it up to be… honestly? More amazing than it really was. A new year, new goals, and new things to do that aren’t really new.

Oikawa, too, was a target for pranks - though by his own teammates rather than acquaintances from other cities. Hanamaki and Matsukawa had no limits to the teasing and jokes on Oikawa. Iwaizumi usually having to go in and play father figure in those cases.

The fun was running rampant, yet you stayed well behind the sidelines - not wanting to be targeted, but also just wanting to enjoy the group. Celebrating life and celebrating good times.

All in good fun….

Until the better part of it turned into a… kissing competition of sorts.

You took your seat, next to Suga, “Are we really all doing this?” You asked him, finding his slightly embarrassed smile shooting straight to your heart. A literal angel putting up with the antics of his friends to make them happy… You were blessed to be sitting beside him.

“Well… I think the alcohol has gone to their heads… Especially Tokyo’s kids…” He nodded over to Bokuto and Kuroo, who were slurring harshly and laughing at nothing in particular. They wouldn’t be playing, but heckling from the sideline before either of them inevitably passed out. “Worst case scenario… Everyone falls asleep before the ball drops.” He chuckled patiently, and you felt your heart hiccup to the sound of him.

Sweet. Soft. The blush on your cheeks had no reason to be there, but it made sense to you - You’d had a crush on Suga for the better part of this last year. Being friends with him just didn’t feel fulfilling anymore…. You wanted more.

Your best friend sat beside you, sending a knowing wink towards you, “I think Wakatoshi should start us off!” How did that help you? What was with the wink? You gave her a confused raised eyebrow to which she pretended she didn’t see.

“Whaaat? Why not me~?” Oikawa pouted as he sat opposite of you, crossing his arms like an indignant child.

Iwaizumi smacked his head as he took a seat beside your best friend, “Because we don’t let children handle alcohol.” Oikawa whined in dismay, voicing his verification that he was not a child.

“Sounds like a baby, not a kid, is crying, Iwa-chan~…” Tendou hummed thoughtfully as he took his seat beside Ushijima, nursing his 2nd bottle of whatever alcohol had been brought by the already sloshed Tokyo boys.

Company. A bunch of friends, far and near, and your heart felt full with satisfaction.

Ushijima wasted no time, finding the conversation around him sort of bland, reaching forward and spinning the bottle. It spun and spun for a few rotations before landing on Yukie, Bokuto’s previous team manager. She blushed deeply as Ushijima easily, without much of a show, leaned over and pecked her lips. Nothing amazing, nothing too festive - perfectly fit with the young man who wore a stone expression even in the most joyous of occasions.

It didn’t stop Yukie’s face from exploding in color.

“Me, me, me! I wanna go next!” Oikawa didn’t wait for anyone to object before he was spinning the bottle, watching excitedly as it spun and spun and spun…. Landing on Ushijima. “What?” He squawked indignantly, reeling back from the bottles center as if it’d severely burned him, his expression scrunched in a not too attractive scowl, “Hard pass on that one! Let me go again!”

Matsukawa and Hanamaki could barely contain their laughter at their former captain’s misfortune, snickering around their directions of “You can’t get a second try!” “No, no, go ahead and give’m a smooch!” Their lips wobbling as they bit them closed at Oikawa’s hateful glare at them.

“Hurry it up, would ya? Waka-kun doesn’t have all night~.” Tendou smirked from over Ushijima’s shoulder, his red eyes peering down at Oikawa’s bitter expression from their corner as Oikawa leaned forward and pecked Ushjima.

It happened so fast, it almost felt like it hadn’t happened.

Though, the flash of a phone camera would eternalize the moment forever. Oikawa gasped loudly and turned to see where the flash came from. Daichi smirked from the other side of Suga, lowering his phone smugly as the mortified King sat down, scooting a bit from the group in his childish tantrum.

At Suga’s, and your, curious gazes, Daichi waved you two off, “For blackmail… Tooru is always pranking me… I could also probably sell it to Tetsurou and Koutarou…. Since they’d have a field day with it…” He smiled calmly, finding peace with his escape plans being lain out in front of him.

“Scary….” You and Asahi whispered at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before laughing quietly.

The bottle continued to spin. By the time it got to Suga, you’d been kissed by Iwaizumi, who was slow but passionate, by Semi, who was a little harsh, by Tendou, who was a little too much with his tongue, and Oikawa… who had really soft lips….

A variety of kisses, each different in feel and taste - and you’d enjoyed them… These young men were experienced with lovers and one night stands alike… So they knew how to kiss someone to either woo them or just get them out of their face…

But not the warmest feeling from Oikawa’s soft lips or the way Semi’s blush felt against your hands could really tame the feeling of jealousy in the pit of your stomach when you watched Kiyoko, Yui, Matsukawa and Suguru kiss Suga….

You wanted to kiss him.

Suga glanced around the circle once before spinning the bottle, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, quickly looking away with a tint of pink coloring the tips of his ears when you glanced up at him. Would he be lucky? Would the odds favor him?

The bottle spun and spun before slowly, ever so slowly, clinking to a slow…. Pointing to your best friend beside you.

A gust of wind left your sails as you sat there, glaring at the bottle, feeling…. sad? Upset? Jealous? Probably all three and more….

Until the clinking of the bottle sounded off again, bringing your attention back down to where a hand was slowly turning it to point directly at you. Suga’s hand. You followed his arm up to meet his eyes with your surprised ones, confused on what he was doing.

“Sorry…. I just… figured I should take my chance now instead of waiting for a whole round for the possibility.” His cheeks were pink, and he couldn’t look directly into your eyes, but his hand moved from the bottle to find yours beside him. Soft. Warm and soft.

Your best friend laughed, not really having wanted to step in your territory anyway, “Well, go on! You can’t change who the bottle obviously landed on.” She teased with a wide smile.

Though the rest of the group had a problem, bickering about how it was unfair - Oikawa’s whining being the loudest of them all… Neither you or Suga paid them any mind.

He rested his free hand on your cheek, cupping it tenderly, his thumb stroking your skin as he slowly leaned in. Your eyes slowly closed as he neared, as you leaned forward just the tiniest bit.

Your lips pressed against something hard and flat and your eyes flew open faster than ever before to see … well… not Suga. A paper fan had been slid between the two of you and you turned to glare at Oikawa as he proudly squatted in front of the two of you, “It’s against the rules, Koushi~kun~… I had to kiss Ushijima…. Now you have to kiss Yukino-chan.”

A huff of irritation left Suga, but you didn’t give him the chance to act before you reached out, laid your hand on Oikawa’s chest, and pushed back with a little force. He’d been squatting on the balls of his feet and immediately lost his balance with your push, falling backward into the center of the circle with a yelp. “Sucha baby~.” Matsukawa called over the groups snickering and laughter.

But you weren’t done in your actions, and your hands found Suga’s cheeks, one hand stroking beyond and into his soft silver hair. You smiled sweetly at his surprised expression, finding warmth in the change of it as you neared.

Then he was leaning forward and kissing you tenderly, sweetly, softly…. An angel’s kiss. Kiss of life. You breathed him in as you kissed, finally knowing without a doubt… He was your favorite kiss.

A/N: Send in the character and the challenge (7 min in heaven or spin the bottle) - and I’ll write something up for you

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Chapter 32

Word count: 2,026

Warning: Self-harm

Things didn't go as really planned for Anton today. News had yet to go out about the prince and Chara so he had no idea what he was getting not or what Gaster knew. Anton expected to just visit but he instead found Sans waiting absently by the royal scientist's door.

“He hasn't came out of his room in a while.” Sans starts to explain once he notices Anton. “I think something happened but he has yet to tell anyone.” Anton stared at the door for a moment before looking at Sans.

'Can you talk through the door for me and let him know I'm here?’ He asks the other. Sans nods and then moves to knock.

“Hey, G? Anton is here to see you.” There was a long pause as if there wouldn't be anyone responding. Sans opened his mouth to probably say something again but was cut off this time.

“Tell him to go the fuck away then.” Gaster says harshly from the other side. Anton didn't seem to care though, even it technically directed at him. Sans didn't respond to Gaster and instead looked at Anton.

“The door is one with a key to it. I'm not sure why exactly but if you really want in that's your best bet. I'm not getting in trouble with someone I will have to deal with.” Sans mutters to him. “You won't get in because of G since he's stubborn.”

'Alright. Thank you.’ Anton writes after he nodded. Sans smiled and gave a thumbs up before walking off.

“Good luck.” Anton just did a small wave to respond before starting his relatively long search. Anton didn't plan on giving up though, not until he knew what was up with Gaster. He even asked the helpers if they knew anything.

They managed to be as their job name suggested and directed him to a drawer with all their “useless” keys inside. It wasn't clear which one it was out of all the keys there besides a few definite “no”s for a variety of reasons. He ended up taking plenty of them to test on the door to find the one that works.

It was one of the last ones that made the door click. Anton smiled in relief as he dropped another key he was holding in his right hand. He was quick to open the door so he got a glimpse of Gaster quickly pulling down his sleeves. Anton wasn't really expecting it.

“Fucking great. You really managed to find a way in.” Gaster muttered before he stood up on the ground where he was sitting. He shot a glare at Anton before moving to sit on his bed instead.

The flame didn't speak back, no matter how rude Gaster was being, yet was moving over to the other. The skeleton glared at him once again but Anton still didn't take offense to it. He just grabbed Gaster's arm to roll up his sleeves.

It was littered with names and two of them were clearly fresh ones. Asriel and Chara. The others were ones Anton could tell were dead.

‘What is all this?’ Gaster had looked away before Anton could finish writing, already knowing what he was going to ask. The elemental forced the other to look at him, not planning to just take nothing for an answer. It still took a while of Gaster gazing down for that answer.

“My- mistakes…” He mutters without looking up. Anton stares at him for a moment before looking down at his cut up arms and running a hand over the names slowly. Gaster didn't show if he was affected or not.

'How exactly?’ The flame soon writes.

“They're… all gone and it all points back to being my fault.” Gaster kept his voice quiet as if he didn't want to be heard. Anton thought about it for a moment before asking.

'These are people from the war and who got ill after… I get the latter but why the former?’ Anton asked it but didn't get an answer. He just had to guess what the other believed to make him in the wrong. The flame just pulled the skeleton into a short hug with a sigh. 'How is Chara and Asriel one then?’ He asks after pulling away.

There was silence before Gaster's answer. “They're gone as well…” Anton stared at the other in surprise.

'That can't be true. How can they be gone all of a sudden?’ Anton frantically writes out. He couldn't hope they weren't though, Chara was sick after all but not Asriel. Gaster didn't just joke like that anyways.

“They're dead, Anton.” Gaster says a bit more stern this time. “They died just a while ago. Together.”

'I thought only Chara was sick though.’ Anton's writing got shaky with his hand.

“They had a plan and it just didn't work. Now they're both gone because of it.” Gaster was slowly pulled back into a hug after he was done speaking as Anton leaned against him.

The hours passed by quietly as Anton took the information in. The underground kingdom fell into despair as well once the news was announced and war later was claimed to inspire hope. Gaster didn't do much more than wait during the period after all the changes, especially of Toriel leaving with Chara's body, while Anton would visit more often to check on him. Sans didn't confront the topic like Anton and just kept his eye on the other skeleton.

The days started to feel quiet as they went by with hours and minutes of wasted time. Monsters continued as normal but didn't talk much between each other as much as they usually did until a bit later. No one wanted to confront the loss of their hope as they mourned and accepted it, eventually inspired for war on humans as their last option to leave this damp place.

Before he even realized it though, Gaster tiredly witnessed Papyrus make his first steps to Sans after being revived. The royal scientist didn't bother with it much and just kept on with the boring old days. Anton would eventually ask on his next visit.

'Who's the new small skeleton?’ He asks.

“His name is Papyrus and he is the younger brother of Sans.” Gaster responds. “That's all there is to it.”

'Though it's suspicious I have heard about him until now. I talk with Sans when I visit and he's never mentioned one or had him come with like today.' Anton writes as he continues to wonder about the new skeleton. 'Did he have babysitter problems or something recently?’

“He's just a newborn. That's all.” Gaster rolls his eyes.

'Really? Huh.’ Anton thinks for a moment before glancing at Gaster. 'I've never seen a skeleton other than you three though.’

“I wouldn't make that connection if I were you.” Gaster says maybe a bit harshly in tone but Anton hasn't cared for these past years he's known him. It's just Gaster being Gaster at this point.

'You gotta prove it wrong first then. It just makes sense to me.’ Anton gave the other an amused grin before patting Gaster's back. 'We can be single dads together otherwise.’

“No thanks.” The skeleton groaned at the thought. An arm of fire wrapped around him to give a side hug.

'Oh well.’ Anton shrugged before getting up. 'I should get going to see how Grillby is doing.’

Gaster watched him go as he waved goodbye and then let out a sigh. Dealing with people can be tiring.

Gaster let Sans be more absent or just work less when it came to Papyrus. Not like they had much to do so Sans focused a lot of attention on raising Papyrus mostly. Sometimes Sans supervised Papyrus in the labs to work and let him help out a bit by usually grabbing papers for Sans. Though that worked only when Papyrus didn't get distracted, listened, or could understand which ones. Papyrus had to always be supervised and banned from some parts of the labs for a reason.

When it came to Papyrus and Gaster's relationship, it was an iffy one. It barely existed since Gaster didn't feel like interacting with him or much of anyone at first. Papyrus started all interactions between the two, mainly when he gets bored, distracted or curious, and wanders his way to wherever Gaster was. The scientist would normally either return him to Sans and get an apology from him or give the toddler some science book for young kids that had pictures because he didn't feel like going to where Sans was.

This made Papyrus ask by pointing at said picture that caught his attention and tugging on Gaster's clothes for the other's attention. The skeleton just answered as simply as he could even if Papyrus wouldn't understand yet and he didn't want to give false information at all. He mainly wanted Papyrus to stop bugging him as they both waited on Sans.

By age three, Papyrus would try to say some big scientific words even if not always saying it right. Sans would get a kick out of it and ask Gaster but the scientist would just shrug it off. He did the same to Papyrus calling him “Ga!”, while at first sounding way too close to “da”, as much as it surprised and perplexed him. He tried to teach Papyrus early on how to say his full name instead.

Anton once stopped by while Gaster had Papyrus “reading” a book. 'How's single parenting going?’ Gaster glared at him for it, almost cursing at the other before glancing at Papyrus. He decided the other didn't need to know those words, yet.

“Maybe you should go home as the only single parent here.” Gaster retorted. Anton was only amused as he continued to crack jokes and build a good bond with Papyrus.

Gaster will only admit “teaching” Papyrus felt nice, especially since it distracted him from his own worries and Asgore's problems now that the queen is gone. It was honestly Gaster's doing if Toriel really wanted to blame anyone since he just wanted to take the souls as a solution, but he wanted to do it himself, not force it ever on Asgore. Even if it's been a year since that as well as Chara and Asriel's death, teaching at least made that feel distant. After all, he relied on his knowledge in his mind, not his problems in there.

Gaster would only start properly teaching Papyrus when he got more older and Sans had finally requested it. He had nothing else to do after all so he started properly teaching things in an easy to understand order that he could manage. Papyrus enjoyed it and even brought Gaster a scarf he made himself since he's the child's favorite teacher as the only one. Gaster wore it occasionally when hiding off in his room even if he already had a scarf to wear. His excuse was to keep warm and comfy.

It had made a while of no human falling feel longer. Gaster figured the chances were low because of either fear of monsters or no one knows about this place really. Perhaps a case of both. Maybe he should be checking to see if any have been falling but can't get out of the Ruins since the door seems locked now. Gaster has never bothered to check himself though.

The wondering about all that stopped mattering in a quick moment when one of the assistants came by to notify him. “A human has fallen down. I tried to direct them into the lab per your request but they honestly declined and went the other path. They apparently got a warning.”

“I see.” Gaster sighed as he stood up from his desk chair. “A warning huh?”

“Yes. They explained they got it from someone on the main river way.” The assistant explains. Gaster didn't say anything to that as he started to make his way out of the labs.

“Get one if the soul containers prepped for containment.” He says as he starts heading for the elevator.

“Yes sir.”

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Elopement || Hemslecki (Nov 01)

Chris: Vegas. The place where what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Only that proved difficult when someone as known as him walked through the airport and hotel. It was no short effort of asking fans for his privacy and that he'd take pictures with pretty much each and everyone that he could reasonably manage if they kept it off Twitter, Instagram and any other social media for at least 48 hours. He didn't need anything ruining Gen and his wedding. Especially if someone found out that could potentially try and ruin things. It seemed to take forever just to manage his way to the hotel front desk and ask for one of the private presidential suites on its own floor, wanting as much privacy as possible.

Gen: Were they moving fast? Maybe, but Gen was at the point in her life where if she wanted something she was going to do it. She had devoted her life to Jared and the kids, relocated to Austin so Jared could be in his home and now she wanted to live her life for her. She and Jared weren't poor but they certainly didn't have money like Chris seemed to. When they walked into the huge suite she walked over to the window to look at the view. "You know you don't have to spend all your money on me," she meant it too. She was a simple girl and was after love, not material things.

Chris: "Today and the next few days are special, I wanted the whole package." Once Chris set his mind to something he did it. "Annnd a little secret I've stayed here before, Chris Hemsworth spotted at this hotel at some point at the end of our trip, good publicity for them, and I get some perks out of my job." It wasn't like he got the room for free but certainly not at the price that anyone else would pay. He didn't do it often but it happened and for this occasion he'd accept it. "Enjoy it, it's our night. Whatever we want, it's ours." He smiled.

Gen: Gen felt very overwhelmed with the happiness that kept washing over her. She turned around to look at him and smiled, "I'm going to take a quick shower and change into my dress." She had packed a simple white dress for the occasion, not needing anything fancy or flashy.

Chris: Nodding he moved over to his own suitcase and dug out the simple suit he had picked out for himself. It wasn't fancy, just a navy blue jacket and pants with a simple white button up. "We have to go pick out wedding bands before. Hopefully find something nice that'll go with your ring." He said as she headed toward the bathroom.

Gen: "Something very plain and simple would be ideal for me since I have this beautiful rock already. Maybe we can find two matching rings we both like." She kept the bathroom door opened while she showered and started to dry off. She only washed her body so her hair was still dry and it only took a minute to wipe down her body. A few minutes later she was dressed and putting her shoes on. She went over hair with the flat iron and touched up her makeup. "I'm ready."

Chris: "I'm sure we can find something, Vegas jewelers have everything it seems." He said now that he was dressed. Making sure to make everything look presentable he turned to see Gen. "You look beautiful." He said pecking her cheek softly. "This is your time to back out and change your mind. If not you're stuck with me for good." He grinned teasing the brunette.

Gen: She blushed when he kissed her cheek, "I'll gladly be stuck with you for good...or until you decide to leave me like the last guy." She kept her tone light, she was trying to joke, but deep down there was a layer of heartache there. She had been a hopeless romantic all her life but when Jared left she became a little bitter and cynical. Grabbing her purse she headed toward the door, "Let's go hubby."

Chris: "Well my records pretty good, I technically didn't leave my last wife, she left me after I pushed having more children. So you know, I think I'm a pretty damn good catch. Maybe I need to watch out for you." He grabbed her hand gently. "There's one thing we have to talk about first and I don't even want to, you're not this person. But to be fair I spoke to my family, I told them I was getting married and they're happy for me, and then I talked to my lawyer." He sighed, "They think it's in our best interest to each sign a prenup..." he paused. "I said I wasn't worried at all, but they think the general bases should be what we both had before the marriage remains ours and anything after the marriage we will divide in the best sake of the children involved. I don't plan on divorcing you, and I don't think you're in this for the money. So if you don't want to, I'll take it. But I had to let you know because I don't want you to meet my attorney and him ask and it be awkward that I didn't say anything."

Gen: She was a little taken aback by his words. Not that he wanted her to sign a prenup but because he had told people what they were doing. "You told your family? I thought we were keeping it between us until we left Vegas...I didn't tell anyone except Dani and only because it was her idea." Part of her had felt like she needed to tell Jared beforehand but she had kept it to herself from everyone. She was bummed but at the same time she figured he was excited and not ashamed to be marrying her if he was broadcasting it to everyone. "I'll sign if you think it's important."

Chris: "By family I mean my parents, I love you but I am not walking into my mum and have hidden that. She raised three rowdy boys, she can still take me." He said, "Besides that Liam doesn't even know, he just knows we're engaged." He hoped she understood but his mum was one of the closest people he had, closer to her than his dad and him and his dad were close. "And they're not gonna say anything. They're just excited at the prospect of more grandchildren." He sighed, "With Elsa I had nothing when we married, I was barely in the business so we were together when I became something. Which is why the divorce was messy in the beginning. I don't think you want me for my money, i feel like you would have shown that if that was the case." He murmured, "I do...like the part that says things will be divided in the best interest of the children though. Should anything happen, I mean maybe down the road you're unhappy with me...I would never not make sure you're okay."

Gen: Gen had her own money from her days on Wildfire and the short time she had spent on Supernatural. She also had some money that she got in the divorce from Jared, not a lot, but enough to get by and now with all the sponsors she had for her blog, she was doing really well for herself. "I'm too scared to tell my parents until after we're married, but I understand you wanting to tell yours." She shook her head, "First of all, I don't ever foresee a time When I'm going to be unhappy with you and second, I'm not a materialistic person. I couldn't even buy myself a necklace a couple weeks ago, though now I wish I had, it would have looked good with this dress," she giggled. "I just want you, Chris."

Chris: "Is your father going to do the whole threaten to shoot me and make me disappear if I ever hurt you kind of thing?" he teased, "My parents and I have always told each other everything I'm not sure I could have fully agreed with this if I hadn't told them but I should have told you first. My mum is excited to meet you." He said, "I know you're not materialistic, I know you're in this for the marriage. I'm just being honest in what my lawyer is requesting." He gave a small smile, "I know it seems like it's not trusting you and I hope you do know that I do but to get the lawyer off my back what if we sign a base minimum one. Just stating what I said earlier everything we had before the marriage will remain each of ours. Your home in Austin mine in Australia." He offered. "Then anything else I don't care about because I don't foresee anything happening. I just wanna make sure everything is no bumps in the road. Just like I double checked three times the place we're going to get married to make sure they're not some half assed place and suddenly we're not actually married.

Gen: "Do you have this prenup with you? It's not much of a prenup if it's not signed before the wedding." Once they were married she could decide not to sign it, that's why it was usually done way in advance. She didn't want to sign, but if it meant she got to marry Chris she would.

Chris: "It's in an email my lawyer sent me." He said walking over to his phone and unlocking it. "I can print it and they can have a witness sign it before anything." He didn't like the idea but he understood where his lawyer was coming from and after his divorce with Elsa he understood a lot more of what went into a high profile divorce. "Unless this is going to upset you. I'm not trying to do that." He said softly.

Gen: She shrugged, "It kind of ruined the mood to be honest." She still wanted to go through with the marriage though so she finished her walk to the door. "I guess we could go find the business center and use the printer."

Chris: "We don't have to right now then, we can wait til later. I couldn't exactly ask you after we were married." Which was true and he knew that. The talk with his lawyer had only been earlier so really this had been the only time. "There's one up here, office room off the side of the hall." He said pointing.

Gen: "Might as well get it over with. Print it out and take it with us...sign it when we sign the certificate." She certainly understood where he was coming from and didn't want him to feel like she was only with him for the possibility of getting his money one day, but the conversation also erased some of the blissful high she had been feeling. She stepped into the hallway and let him lead her to the office.

Chris: He knew she was upset and he wasn't exactly happy. Pressing the wireless print from his phone that he had connected just then to the printer he lead her into the office. Closing the door behind her while it printed he pressed her body up against the door and kissed her hard. His mouth lingering on hers before biting down on her lip. His hands tangled in her hair. "This changes nothing, I want you because I love you, Gen. It's just a piece of paper. I love /you/." He breathed against her lips.

Gen: Gen wasn't expecting him to pin her against the door but she was happily surprised by it. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her panties already getting damp. "I love you too, Chris. I know it is. It's not about the paper." If they had a real wedding she would have been told about the prenup then had time to get over it before the big day but they were literally on their way to get married and she lost a bit of her smile when the legality stuff came into the mix. She didn't want to think about the legal nonsense when all she wanted was to be in his arms as his wife. "If you keep this up I'm going to have to go change my panties."

Chris: He nodded, as he pulled back and went to grab the documents and folded them up and tucked them into his coat pocket. It was just paper, for both their best interest. That's all that mattered, "Oh," he pouted, "And here I thought you'd wear nothing but a sexy lingerie bra underneath."

Gen: She smirked, "If I did that you'd have me dripping down my leg." It was crazy to her how much the man in front of her turned her on, not even Jared had brought out this level of lust within her. "But who said I'm wearing a bra at all?" She winked.

Chris: "Well I don't think they'd be a comfortable feeling for you so I guess they can stay on." He murmured. "That will work, I love everything about your body so that gives me something to look forward to tonight." Grabbing her ass he pulled her forward. "Come on, we may have all night but I wanna celebrate our night.

Gen: She giggled and kissed him lovingly. She was ready for them to leave the casino and go to where they were getting married so they could hurry back here to the room. When she pulled away she opened the door and headed back down the hall to the elevator.

Chris: It didn't take long to get down to the lobby where he had ordered a driver for them for the night. He figured they needed to have at least one or two drinks to celebrate their new marriage. Taking her hand they were ushered privately into the car wanting to keep it under wraps until the very last possible moment.

Gen: Gen sat close to him in the car, keeping her hand in his. She wasn't nervous, more excited than anything. It seemed fitting to her that they were getting married on the first of the month, start the month off right. Arriving at the place they exited the car and started walking inside. "I hope there's not a lot of people in there."

Chris: "So we have to get the marriage license, this signed, and we should be good to go. Something tells me we're not gonna have to wait long. Oh wait..." he said, "We need to stop at the jeweler inside first before anything." He had made every arrangement possible to make this smooth and under the radar as possible. "We have the store to ourselves for the hour so don't feel like you have to rush either."

Gen: "Did you buy out the whole place for while we're here so we have total privacy?" She asked curiously as they made their way into the empty jewelry store. There were a few workers but no customers. Gen's eyes scanned the room until she found the wedding bands and headed over to the case. It didn't take long before she spotted a set of platinum bands, "I like these."

Chris: "Buy out seems so...Beyonce. I just simple explained who I was and they undersood the need for privacy." He didn't want her to think he had spent an outrageous amount of money. Most people were fair to deal with him just because they wanted to help with his privacy. Following her around he moved forward seeing the different bands. Some simply just a thin band of platinum, others with a few diamonds and others and entire diamond covered band. Luckily they had men's bands to match. "Which one do you like best?"

Gen: "I like the plain one. The one with the small diamonds is pretty but this is such a huge diamond," she said motioning to her engagement ring. "I want something simple. We don't have to get matching ones if you want to pick out something more you."

Chris: "It's whatever you want." Whatever she picked out would be hers. "Don't feel like you can't get the one you want." He said. He knew himself would only go with a simple band with maybe a little something fancier than a plain band since this is all he would wear. Seeing the one ring he tapped the glass and he pulled the ring out. Luckily the man would be able to size it for them on the spot in the store thanks to paying extra.

Gen: Gen picked out her ring, it was like his but didn't have the diamonds on it. While they waited for the rings to be sized she opened her phone to play with snapchat. "I look adorable with this filter."

Chris: "You look adorable all the time." He said leaning against the counter. "My kids love when I play with the filters, though no one knows about my secret snapchat." He grinned.

Gen: She squinted her eyes at him, "You have snapchat and you haven't added me? I'm highly offended."

Chris: "It wouldn't be a secret if I just gave it out." He scoffed. As if it actually was this big deal. "Couldn't have my kids missing out on the cute filters."

Gen: "But I'm your wife," she playfully pouted at him. Finding a filter she loved she moved so she was standing partially in front of him and made sure the filter hit both of their faces before she took the picture. "This will be my favorite picture from the day we got married." She smiled.

Chris: "You're about to be my wife, not quite yet. Wait til it's official. I don't wanna go jinxing anything." He laughed. He let her move in front of him and smiled when she positioned the camera with whatever filter she had picked out. "Just this picture? They take photos at the actual ceremony too." He knew they weren't as fancy as someone having a big wedding but he figured when they had a party to celebrate maybe they could have a beach celebration back in Australia with all the kids and family, give her the true look at his life down under.

Gen: "I've thought of myself as your wife since the second you put this ring on my finger." She told him honestly. "I'm sure I'll like all the photos but this one will probably be my favorite."

Chris: Pressing a kiss to the top of her head he checked his watch and not long after the man came out carrying their rings in a bag tied with a ribbon. Chris paid before taking Gen's hand. "Just a few pieces of paper and we're getting married." He said as he escorted her out and toward the area where any documents that would need to be signed and sealed would be taken care of.

Gen: Walking into the other part of the building they signed all the paperwork that needed to be signed, the only thing that would be left to do would be sign the actual certificate once they were married. Before she knew it they were standing in front of the officiant and she was saying, "I do."

Chris: Any and all information was signed, including the prenup, and sealed ready to bring them into their new life together. he was sure once media outlets found out that this was the case it would be a different story. Still he didn't care. He heard Gen's I do and soon after he said "I do." Slipping the thin platinum band onto Gen's finger.

Gen: Because of how fast this was there was a part of her that wondered if he'd back out but hearing him say I do made all her worries disappear. She put his ring on his finger, they both said vows and then the officiant pronounced them husband and wife and Gen stood there waiting for him to kiss his bride.

Chris: Leaning in he cupped the back of Gen's head and pressed his lips firmly against hers. They were now married. It was crazy but he couldn't see anything else but their happiness as his lips caressed hers.

Gen: All she wanted was to keep on kissing him but they were in front of people and it wasn't the right time. She smiled into the kiss though, overjoyed that they were married. On their way out they signed the last document, the certificate that was basically all the marriage was. All they would have needed to do was sign this paper and they were legally married. As soon as it was signed and they made sure they had their copies of everything, they took a few pictures, had a glass of champagne and then they were back in the car. "I don't know if you had something planned for after the ceremony but I really want to go back to the hotel room."