#A MOMENTARY BREAK ((ooc))
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Just in case anyone was wondering, Zelda is indeed still cute. =>
Also bonus Zelda that is finally (slowly) getting inked!
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you get hurt - twd reactions.
about: how daryl, negan and rick would react in a situation where you get hurt.
includes: minor injuries, maybe some ooc writing it’s my first time!
DARYL
it doesn’t hit daryl at first when you trip and fall, his mouth already having upturned at your known clumsiness. ‘c’mon kid, get up,’ he’d say softly, the amusement evident in his tone. ‘don’t have all day.’ you’d try of course, and that’s when he sees the odd angle of your ankle, the way your weight is balanced on one leg. his stomach plummets at the grimace on your features, the groans you’re keeping in.
you could hear the walkers closing in, their noises an ugly soundtrack to your pain. ‘just go -’
‘don’t be stupid,’ he’d reply instantly, eyes glaring heavily in your direction. you see the cogs turning, his survival instincts kicking in as he tries to figure out how to get the two of you out of there alive. that’s before he’s scooping you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, grumbling apologetically all the while. his hand massages at the soft skin of your thigh as he moves and it’s so reassuring in that moment you want to cry. ‘fuckin’ mad if you think i’d leave you behind, sweetheart.’
once he gets you safely home and to a doctor he’s more fussy than you. asking all sorts of questions about what is being done to you but he’s also doting - pushing back your hair from your head, squeezing your hand when you need it. he definitely falls asleep next to your bed at the end of the night.
NEGAN
the doctor tending to your burn looks uncomfortable as negan circles him like he’s prey. lucille hits loudly off the floor at your every wince, moan and curse and his anger at the situation fills the whole room.
it really was a simple mistake - you’d just gotten in the way whilst some new saviour was preparing the iron, the tip of it just barely grazing your upper arm - but negan was fuming. you kept catching his eyes zeroing in on the mark, like he could somehow make it vanish by scaring it away. ‘it’s not a serious burn,’ the doctor starts nervously, obviously trying to break some tension.
‘do i look like i care how fucking serious it is?’ he’d return, that sinister smile of his taking up his features. he stands still behind you at last, one hand holding lucille in the man’s direction, the other one coming to rub at your scalp. you lean back into his chest, finding momentary peace in his presence - no matter how worked up he is. ‘she’s in pain, that’s all that matters and if you don’t find a way to fix it?’ negans tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, lucille moving closer and closer to the poor man’s face. he scurries away to his cabinets, eagerly looking for something.
‘s really not that bad,’ you murmur softly, trying to ease him down. you try to joke but it doesn’t work, that anger still brewing behind his eyes. ‘i’m more worried about you. you gonna make fun of me now like you do dwight?’
his eyes soften momentarily before he drops a kiss on your forehead. ‘course not, doll. you tell me if anyone does. they’ll face the iron themselves.’
RICK
you’re resting when rick rushes into the infirmary. he was gone, off trying to clear the herd of walkers when alexandria came under attack, leaving you and others badly injured. the bullet didn’t hit anything vital but you’re tired after being worked on for hours, eyes blinking blearily up at him as he leans over you.
his own features are tired - exhausted more like - but clouded with worry and angst. ‘are you alright?’ his voice is hoarse
‘right as rain,’ you sigh, trying to put on the charm you usually have. you can see it fails when his brow furrows, ricks head dropping into his hands as he sits by your bedside. your fingers find their way into his hair as you murmur, ‘please don’t worry about me, rick. i’m being taken care of.’
‘but that’s the thing,’ he sighs, a hint of impatience in his voice. ‘i do worry about you! every minute of every damn day, i worry about you. you think i enjoy being out there? leavin’ you here by yourself? look what happens!’ his hands gesture to you now, a pained expression on his weary features.
your own face is a mixture of shock and sorrow. finding yourself at a loss for words you tap the empty space of bed beside you. a small smile is given to you in return before rick climbs in beside you, albeit clumsily. ‘just want to keep you safe ‘s all,’ he whispers into your neck once he gets settled.
#rick grimes x reader#negan smith x reader#daryl dixon x reader#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead#the walking dead imagines
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Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)
collision.
「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」
↳ ft. the spot
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^
▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him
really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.
and there was you.
just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.
this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.
to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.
im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.
▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.
now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.
he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.
eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.
a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.
▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.
yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.
you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.
he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."
you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"
he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.
▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.
while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.
"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.
on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.
definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.
he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.
▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.
constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am
he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.
which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:
(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)
▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.
the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion
"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("
☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3
needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.
eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.
▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(
▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something
▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.
you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act
(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)
"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist
there's a moment of silence.
his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."
his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.
"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.
"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"
the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.
your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.
"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.
he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.
"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.
#the spot atsv#the spot#atsv x reader#the spot x reader#the spot x y/n#jonathan ohnn#jonathon ohnn#jonathan ohnn x reader#jonathon ohnn x reader#BRO ITZ SO HARD TO TAG FOR HIM IM GONNA ANWKJWEIJE?!!]^{>]*]%#ok im normal again
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Tea break and butterflies
((Screwllum x Reader, Fluff, CW: probably ooc, implications of reader having accidentally consumed hazardous liquids in the past))
The floral aroma of brewing tea filled the air around you as you sat at a small round table in a garden house with your lover. Your attention was drawn away by the flock of vibrant yellow-cyan butterflies floating around the two of you as the man poured the drinks: a cup of lavender black tea for you and some motor oil for himself. As he finished pouring the drinks, he slid your cup in your direction before you got a chance to grab it yourself, the incident from last time where you almost ended up chugging a cup worth of oil still inscribed clearly in his memory. You smile softly at the gesture as you pick up the cup, Screwllum mirroring your actions, albeit replacing the smile with a small nod. As you sip your tea, he asks:
"Have these butterflies caught your attention?"
"Yes, they're quite beautiful!"–the excited notes in your voice are like a beautiful melody to Screwllum's ears. If he had the capability for physical sensations, he sure it would be making him feel fuzzy all over, – "the color of their wings is so bright compared to other types I've seen before,"–you put a finger on your chin as you squinted slightly at a nearby butterfly: "Hmm, they look kind of like your eyes."
"Do they? How so?"
"Yes, the tips of their wings, see?"–at this moment one of the butterflies landed on your finger, and you took the opportunity to bring it closer to Screwllum's eye level.
"It indeed appears so. Ergo, I must remark you have exceptional pattern-spotting skills, y/n."–he replied after a momentary observation of the subject presented to him.
Your grin grew wider. How could you not smile after receiving a compliment from one of the greatest minds of the genius society, who on top of that was also your lovely partner?
"Allow me to present an observation of my own,"–Screwllum proposed, setting down the butterfly atop your head, it merely lazily clapping it's wings during the process.
"Go on"–your curiosity was piqued.
"These butterflies are quite beautiful and gentle in their nature, quite alike yourself. Affirmative: I think it would be suitable to call you "butterfly", too."
Screwllum looked on as a gear turned in your head, cup suspended mid-air with your hands. Eventually your face flushed as the meaning behind the genius's words fully sunk into your brain. He let out a small chuckle as you scrambled for a response to the flattering words that spilled out of his mouth oh so naturally, the lights of his eyes flickering in sync with his voice.
#i do not like this one that much#but also this tag needs more content watch me get jumpscared by my own posts again next time i scroll it#hsr#screwllum x reader#screwllum#i was given tea date idea for screwllum by a comment on my other post and i loved the concept sm
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Bite the Hand / Phillip Graves
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summary frost finally had graves, but that didn't stop the grief from finding her. like an itch, she couldn't get rid of, but neither is he.
werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 1308 / warning swearing, non-descript references to sex, alcohol, panic attack(?), ooc phillip graves
notes yes, this chapter is inspired and named after the fleetwood mac song. no, I'm not going to apologize. grief for you, sadness for you, a shitty life for frost.
His arm was wrapped around her waist in a protective hold; under her, Frost could feel the steady beating of his heart. On the outside, it was a moment of peace. But her mind was like a building storm, a hurricane threatening to break down the storm walls, and when she closed her eyes, it wasn’t the night she’d spent with Graves that she thought of, but a painful recollection from her past. It manifested in the physical, with stinging in her eyes and throat.
“Frost.” Graves murmured her name, tucking his chin against the crown of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo. “I’ve never woken up to something as beautiful.”
Not meeting his gaze, she shifted with unease, face pressed against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and hair. Frost searched for some comfort, but it was only a momentary relief. “I should go.”
“It’s still early, there’s no need to rush.” He responded, trying to understand what had turned her cold. Considering the night they’d spent together, she couldn’t understand why. “Frost?”
“I need to change into new BDUs,” Frost said as she sat up, trying to find where Graves had discarded her clothes in haste. “And shower.” She ignored the offense in his eyes, but Frost couldn’t risk returning to work covered in his scent, there’d be too much talk for her liking. No amount of reassurance from him, nor how badly she craved him, could wash away her fears.
Graves says her name, his eyes filled with concern. “Do you regret this? Because if I misread the signs, if I coerced you into bed, I apologize. Just tell me if my own want blinded me, tell me what I can do—“
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He’d been a perfect gentleman to her the entire time, whispering sweet nothings and chasing her pleasure over his own. Frost had fought back tears the entire time, feeling that she didn’t deserve such tender care.
“Well, I clearly didn’t do something right.” Graves argued, getting out of bed and pulling on his jeans, hastily following Frost out of the bedroom. “Look, if you won’t stay, let me at least drive you back to base.”
The muscles in her body were wound tight, aching with every step. But she was stubborn and desperate to get away, scared she’d suffocate in this house tainted with his scent. “No, no. I need to be alone.”
She left the house with Graves standing at the door, cursing under his breath as he watched her hurry away. His mind was enraptured thinking about her, the way she felt under him, how beautiful she looked, and the way Frost uttered his name like a prayer in desperation.
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Hot water stung at her skin, scrubbing it and trying to free herself of his stench. She felt raw, broken down and apart as Frost let the spray stream down her aching body, over the marks and scars from her past that were mangled with the bruises from Graves’ firm grip. The sounds of her strangled sobs echoed off the tile, she’d never felt more lonely the morning after. It reminded her of being young, of her first time and the vulnerability, the exposure, Frost hated people seeing her like that. What was to stop them from taking advantage of her? How could she trust Graves to keep his promise, that their night together wouldn’t come back to bite her?
When the crying finally died, and the shower turned cold, Frost turned it off. She found her perfume, hoping the artificial scent would cover what was left of Graves, praying the citrus was loud enough to ignore the rest. It was folly to think she’d be able to free herself of him. This was Graves’ home, his land, his pack, and she was the intruder, ruining things the way she always did.
Like a wound-up toy, she moved through the day avoiding curious questions of where she’d been, keeping her head low, and dreading any moment spent close to Graves. He didn’t speak to her, averting his blue-eyed gaze whenever they were in the same room, a cold chill tension supplanting what had been there. One night had ruined for her whatever they had, she couldn’t bear to look at him without a ghostly pain stabbing through her ribs, clutching her heart and wrenching it.
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The music in the bar made her mind swim, it was so loud Frost could feel it pulsing in her head as she found an empty stool. Noise consumed her as she rubbed her forehead, thick Texan accents surrounded her, loud from drinking and laughing. People bumped into her, seemingly uncaring and she kept her head low as Shadow Company soldiers came and went through the night.
Even with a sea of people, it didn’t stop her lonesome self. It was as unforgiving as an empty landscape, the wind replaced with country music and sights exchanged for glaring neon lights that blinked down at her.
Slowly, the ice began to melt in her whiskey that Frost just stared at, wondering why she’d thought coming to the crowded bar would ease her mind. Escaping from the base that she’d naturally confined herself to, leaving behind the fences and gates she foolishly allowed to make her feel sick, but Frost was as confused as ever. One moment away from breaking down, from sinking into her blues.
The song changes, a Fleetwood Mac tune that Graves loved played softly over the chatter, lyrics stinging her ears. Her eyes burned as she listened to the melancholy lyrics, the whiskey in her glass suddenly inviting for the first time that night. It soured in her mouth, coating her throat as she swallowed— but it didn't ease the pain. The warmth only disturbed her as she set the glass down, the ice clinking together along with the song.
For a moment, her guard faltered and her eyes drew closed, a low sigh escaped her mouth. Placing bills down on the counter, she told herself to leave, there was nothing for her there. But a stranger with blue eyes and a mesmerizing smile is standing there, black hair falling perfectly in place, an inviting scent of rust, hard-earned sweat, and motor oil telling her more than he knew.
“You seemed troubled, let me buy you a drink.” The stranger offered, leaning against the wooden counter. It was always the blue eyes that made Frost a fool, that made her question her logic.
“Okay.”
A moment of relief, one bad decision, one more drink. She flirted with him, laughed at his bad jokes, and talked with him until the bar closed. And when they stood by her worn truck, she invited in his kiss, begging herself to enjoy the rough instant, the strangled breathing and groans. But as his hands flirted their way down to her waist, trembling as they toyed with the hem of her shirt, her eyes snapped open. Reality sunk in.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Frost stepped away, scolding herself for acting eighteen all over again. The man whose name she’d not even bothered to learn stands there confused and appalled as she hurriedly finds her key.
It had been Graves’ mouth she’d thought of during that kiss, the callouses of his hands replacing that man’s. As Frost drove back to the base in an irritating silence, she wanted one thing, one man. Phillip Graves.
And no amount of guilt, grief, or fear would stop that woman from getting what she wanted. Frost would tear down every damn wall she’d ever put up if that’s what it cost.
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Is there anyone who was involved in the original show (writers, director, or show runners) that have ever answered questions about Jackie and Hyde? Like were they planned from the beginning? Why don’t they mention their first kiss and Jackie’s obsession while they are dating? And why they never talk about their sex life?
The Filgos worked on T7S before becoming showrunners in season 5. They had a fondness for the Jackie/Hyde relationship as depicted in seasons 2 and 3, so when they were told / accepted the job as showrunners for season 5 during season 4's production, they likely asked for Jackie and Kelso to be broken up by the end of S4 so that they could put Jackie and Hyde together in S5.
That ask would have begun the deterioration of Jackie and Kelso's relationship in S4.
Unfortunately, T7S is lousy with it's own continuity -- both with having characters not acknowledge past events on the show and by retconning or flat-out ignoring long-established character development in favor of a momentary gag or plot point.
This disjointedness makes the T7S universe less cohesive. On Star Trek: Voyager, for instance, Tom Paris would tease his best friend, Harry, throughout the seven seasons about Harry's ... eccentric and often failed romantic dalliances. Tom kept track and never let Harry forget them. This is but a minor specific detail among many large and small ones that the characters remember and acknowledge and make decisions based on in later seasons from earlier seasons. That consistency is what creates a cohesive fictional universe and doesn't break what's called in writing the fictional dream of a story or novel.
As for Jackie and Hyde's sex life, the characters are very private about it. Maybe, partly, because Donna and Eric freaked when they first caught J/H kissing. Maybe, also partly, Jackie and Kelso were public about their sex life, Eric talked about his and Donna's a lot, and neither Jackie nor Hyde wanted their friends in their business to protect it.
T7S does have Jackie acknowledge, though, in S7 that she and Hyde have sex. Kitty says it's time for her (Kitty) to tell Hyde about the birds and the bees, and Jackie says somewhat giddily that Hyde already knows. But upon seeing Kitty's expression, Jackie backtracks.
Except for the Filgos at some point, no one from the show talked about J/H in any significant, positive ways during the show's original airing except for the actors.
Now, it's Retconned Memory Lane for several reasons, but one is that the people who wrote T7S don't or didn't care about J/H (or any of the show's characters) the way fans do. It's a shame -- on its own and because other shows have / had creators, producers, showrunners, writers, directors, and actors who very much care(d) about fidelity to character and not destroying a character for an OOC plot or episode.
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If you were to put Gwenpool in a videogame with dialogue options, like Marvel's Midnight Suns, I think a fun idea would be to give you two separate dialogue paths for each conversation, decided by your first dialogue choice in the conversation.
The first conversation path is the typical one: player character speaks to Gwenpool, typical dialogue choices, a little weirded out by her talking about being inside a videogame, etc.
And the second dialogue path is to break character and use the player character to speak OOC. Talk to Gwen about stats, tropes, plot twists- discuss the actual game.
One idea would have Gwen start to explain something, then stop and ask if you're actually interested in this information, or if you just wanted to go through all the dialogue options.
Each OOC conversation ends with the player character re-asserting themself and feeling like they've just suffered from a momentary case of possession.
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NXX on Blind Tasting - Part 2 (Slight NSFW - END)
One of the rounds here have violent kissing that draws blood, please be warned
Still crack, still sorta OOC, still bonkers
This is the end, unless I feel like continuing it...
For some reason Artem insisted on blindfolding her this time. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured as he covered her eyes with his blue silken tie. “Or do you prefer Richter doing this for you?” There was a slight layer of anxiety in his words. “If so, I apologize…”
Rosa found the question interesting. “Hm? As long as I’m blindfolded, then it shouldn’t matter who does it, right?” She asked, bemused.
Her senior secured the necktie with a tight knot behind her head. “Anyone could blindfold you, yes,” he murmured as he made a show of adjusting the knot, trying to prolong their time talking quietly between themselves. “Being your senior…I can’t help wanting to do this for you. Blindfolding in a team exercise” He cleared his throat. “There’s a certain symbolism besides the function of the act. I just feel compelled…as your boss, I was hoping we’d foster...” He took a deep breath. “...A certain amount of trust.”
“Huh…” Rosa was puzzled by his words. Was it the drink, or was he so shocked by her prank—the clownish makeup on his face—that he got kicked into excessive sobriety?
Makes sense. Artem takes himself too seriously. She chewed on her lip. He’s immensely talented, and so he’s very much capable, but…
“Mr. Wing, you need to let go of some things, you know,” she said. “Like feeling the need to do certain things because you believe it’s the right thing.”
“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.” He undid and redid the knot of Rosa’s blindfold.
“This is why I made you up as a clown for your dare in the King’s Game earlier.” Rosa let out a loud sigh. “Lighten up, boss.”
“Well, I—”
“Are you quite done, Wing?” Vyn cut in, rather testily.
“Just about,” Artem replied, and under his breath muttered, “Slut.”
Rosa struggled to hide a snigger behind her hand.
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Third Round
Rosa didn’t even get enough time to process what just happened.
After the very moment Marius announced that the third round was about to start, not even a few seconds had elapsed before rough, callous hands grabbed at her; with barely restrained heavy breathing his tongue forced her mouth open, seizing her kisses before she could even prepare herself...
This crosses out Marius, at least, thought Rosa, as his explosive domination of her gradually drowned out the discerning, logical parts of her brain. I wonder if I guessed right…ah, god, but this is so…
The taking turned on Rosa so much that she started to feel a sensation akin to a faint buzz of static electricity crawling across her entire body—the tension so palpable, so exhilarating—and her thighs rubbed involuntarily as she lashed her tongue against the mystery aggressor’s with as much ferocity as his.
“Mmmph…god,” she murmured in between bouts of violent kissing, “I’m so…hhngh—”
She stopped herself from saying the word horny, for fear of accidentally breaking the dam and causing the man to take her right then and there in front of the others…not that she would really mind.
“Hey, ah—oh damn—”
His arms pressed her close to him, so much that her body almost melded against his; what felt like his hard-on jutted against her stomach, fully reminding Rosa that yes, the little game had long crossed over to what is no longer just mild parlor-game spiciness; and that yes, the men are actually having a go at her in front of the others…which meant that her secret, debauched wish could become a reality, if she played her cards right.
Boldly she accidentally brushed her bound hands against the man’s stiff erection in his pants, making sure that the movement was minute enough not to be noticed by the others. This earned her a shuddering gasp directly beside her ear, and a small, hungry moan clued her in on his identity…
Oh dear.
The violence made sense, now.
“I’m—ah!” Rosa cried out. She was about to say her apologies, but her momentary teasing of hand brushing against the physical manifestation of his frustration set him off so much that he growled, and she could feel him biting, scoring her lips with his teeth. “S-stop,” she mewled. “It…it hurts!”
Indeed it did hurt, and Rosa could already taste copper spreading at the tip of her tongue. But despite the burning on her lips she found herself getting extremely aroused, and as soon as she recovered Rosa returned his savagery; drawing blood from his own lips, fully indulging herself with the tacit permission to inflict her overpowering passion—
But he suddenly pulled away, as abrupt as he started. “No, wait—” Rosa cried out after him. Goddamnit, it was getting so good.
Then, sounds of scuffling resounded in the far corner of the conference room. A cacophony of chairs being pulled, chairs being hurled, and what seemed like the dull thud sound of flesh hitting flesh was heard.
It was the unmistakable sound of someone getting beaten. By several people at once.
Surprisingly not a word was still spoken; everyone, even the one being beaten—possibly the man who just kissed her with so much fervor he made her bleed—did not talk, not even a peep; most probably in the interests of keeping Rosa from guessing who the third man was.
But it was too late. Even if he did not make that moan earlier, Rosa understood who it was that she had frustrated so much—especially after the spectacle of her making out with the first and second men—that he was driven into utter resentment for not getting what she promised him earlier.
“Welp, that’s taken care of,” Marius muttered. “Oh fuck…Missy, are you okay…?”
The concern was such that Rosa supposed the bleeding on her lips looked worse than it actually was. “Um. Yeah. Don’t worry.”
“I guess it’s time to stop this—”
“NO!” Rosa cried out, stopping Artem before he could complete his sentence. “It was getting so good.” She licked her bottom lip clean of blood. “You guys just don’t appreciate the occasional rough…yeah.”
“Wow Missy,” Marius genuinely exclaimed. “Didn’t peg you to be this, um. Wild?”
“Ha-ha,” Rosa said, her tone flat.
Afterwards she took a deep breath and said, “Luke, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you later, okay? Puppy?”
“So you think your attacker is Luke?” Vyn asked.
“I’ve been yanking him around ever since the game earlier,” Rosa admitted. “I guess…I guess I got too much into the kissing with the other guys and, well…” she sighed.
“...That’s okay,” Luke muttered from across the room.
Third Round Guess - Luke
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Fourth Round
Once again Rosa felt someone pat her lips with a piece of cloth, gentler this time around, possibly in an effort to dab away the blood still lingering on her lips. Firm, yet gentle fingertips wiped off what trickled down her chin, unintentionally leaving an electric sensation wherever his fingers made contact with her skin.
Eventually the cloth was put away; Rosa waited, once again, on tenterhooks for the last kiss to commence.
A long stretch of nothing followed.
“Uh…” Rosa fidgeted in her seat. “Um. Still there?”
She did not get any response. Of course. Him actually talking would give away who he was. But whoever he was, he was so quiet and still that she almost doubted there was someone in front of her, despite the looming sensation of someone’s presence.
Bound by the No Touching rule, Rosa instead tentatively reached out with her feet to check if there was indeed someone with her.
Eventually her mule-clad foot made contact with a leg. Yep. Someone’s here. But is he too shy to…?
Considering that she had attributed the last three rounds to Vyn, Marius, and Luke, there was only one more person left. And judging by his inaction, it seemed that her guesses may be right, so far. Though she may have possibly mixed up the doctor and his student in the first and second rounds.
Goddamnit. If Artem doesn’t kiss me now, I’ll…
She was about to voice her demand when fingertips gently nudged her chin upwards; soft, silken lips planting a chaste kiss upon hers.
It felt something like out of a fairytale, a stark contrast to the series of debauched, depraved, passionate kisses that lit a carnal flame within her. No, this time around what touched her lips was a kiss of a certain promise.
And the man pulled away.
Once more, nothing else was felt.
Footsteps were heard; the man had started to walk away.
That, apparently, was the fourth kiss. A respectful peck on her lips.
No. No, this would not do. Rosa was not a tender princess to be handled with care; that was the point she was trying to make when she subjected her men to various indignities in the previous games. “Wait—Mr. Wing,” she called out, at the same time declaring her guess who the fourth man was. “Kiss me, like really kiss me,” she said out loud, almost a command.
A few moments of silence passed, until Artem let himself speak. Rosa had already made her guess anyway, and it was right on the money. “That's all, really,” he said. “I’m glad you guessed correctly.”
Rosa shook her head vehemently. “No, that won’t do.”
“That’s how I kiss, Rosa.”
“Then let me lead you to how I like my kisses to be,” she said. “Come here, Mr. Wing?”
Another bout of silence. Then, after a few moments, “...Alright, then.”
Footsteps once again approached her. Seeing no point to the No Touching rule Rosa lifted her bound wrists to beckon at the man, feeling him up until her palms managed to cup his cheeks. “Kiss me, please,” she whispered, and Artem bent over to place her lips over hers.
As soon as their lips made contact Rosa lunged at him, pulling him down towards her by the neck; with a moan she demonstrated just how she liked her kisses to be: wholehearted, passionate, and hungry. Her tongue slipped inside his stunned mouth; greedily she indulged in her senior—in ways she didn’t know would be possible if it weren’t for the blind tasting game.
Eventually she pulled back, and Rosa said, “This is me, Mr. Wing. Artem,” she whispered. “See? Lighten up,” she repeated her words to him from before. “You really shouldn’t be reserved around me. I don’t deserve such courtesy.”
She then slipped the flimsy handkerchief binding on her wrists, and with freed hands she removed the blindfold covering her eyes.
Squinting, Rosa tried to hold Artem’s gaze while filtering out the white-hot lights of the overhead LED. “Also,” she gave him a wan smile. “Unlike you, I don’t need to hide my perversion behind alcohol.”
Artem’s eyes widened, the clown-ish makeup dampening how shocked he was. “Rosa, what—”
He never got to finish what he had to say; Rosa—with all the strength that she could muster—tackled her boss to the cold, hard floor and started making out with him in earnest in front of the other three men.
As Rosa clambered onto Artem and straddled his hips, Vyn could only look on with an unreadable stare as he bit hard into his thumb.
Meanwhile Luke started to make his way towards the two on the floor, intent on breaking them up, but Marius had his leash, and yanked the feral detective well away from them. “Fucking hell, HEEL BOY!” Marius tugged on the leather strip hard, sending Luke toppling on his back and grabbing at the collar around his neck, hacking and coughing as he struggled to get loose…
As for Marius, well, he got to know a new side to his beloved Missy Lawyer. For better or for worse.
Fourth Round Guess - Artem (Confirmed)
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Conclusion
“Oookay, well, that certainly backfired on us, I think,” Marius muttered as he eyed Rosa and Artem having what seemed to be The Talk in the other end of the conference table. He sullenly looked on as Rosa took out a packet of wet wipes from her purse and carefully rubbed away the makeup she had slathered onto her boss’s face.
“Remind me never to listen to your bright ideas again,” Vyn said from his seat across Marius’s, chin in hand, looking thoroughly dejected. “Though I did enjoy myself. A little bit. Perhaps.”
Before the tutor and student could wallow in their rejection Rosa clapped her hands, getting everyone’s attention.
She’s getting good at this, Marius mused. Give her enough time and she’d be stepping all over us.
Or wait, she may be already doing it.
“So uh, were my guesses all correct? Or did I mess up somewhere?” Rosa excitedly asked. “Come on, tell me!”
“Might as well come out and tell it straight.” Marius stood up. Then, after taking a deep breath, he put on a bright smile and announced, “Missy Lawyer got all of her guess right!”
“Yaaaaay,” Luke muttered from his side of the conference table. He held a swollen cheek with his equally bruised hand.
Vyn merely reached for another paper cup to pour wine into.
Marius ignored the unenthusiastic reception of the other men. “So, in order, you guessed correctly: Vyn, me, Luke, aaaand lover boy over there.” He could not help but throw a half-hearted snipe at Artem. “So, uh, as promised you can ask for a favor from ea—”
Rosa raised her hand to interrupt. “May I?”
“Yes, Miss?”
“Can I change the reward to something else?” Rosa said, suddenly a little bashful.
“As long as you’re not going to ask for something huge like a mansion, then, it’s okay, I guess? Unless anyone has objections?”
None raised an objection.
“Alright then,” Marius shrugged. “What’ll it be, Missy?”
“Um…just the privilege to decide what the next team building activity is, and when,” Rosa said as she smiled brightly, the same bright smile she put on as she put the men through her whimsical punishment from the earlier games.
Marius’s stomach plummeted. Oh boy.
Rosa finally caught Vyn and Luke’s undivided attention, the two men turning their wary gazes at her.
And Artem merely looked smitten.
This is dangerous, Marius gulped nervously.
“Um. I can’t help it. You guys were so good during the tasting.” A sweet, shy smile danced on her lips. “Team building exercise is…I get to have all of you, if you get my drift.”
“Uh, Rosa,” Marius began, his fears slowly materializing, “What exactly do you—”
Vyn, however, had no such scruples when it came to being blunt. “My dear Rosa, are you perhaps suggesting we engage in group sex?”
A silence so thick fell, that they could hear the server chassis fans whirr from the adjacent server room.
Rosa, however, acted oblivious to their collective shock. “As to the schedule? Tonight.”
She then dropped her smile. “You guys would be idiots if you thought I wouldn’t be affected by what you all did to me.”
Vyn, grinning, quickly pushed himself out of his chair and made his way towards her. “Why are we going to wait till nightfall?” He asked as he sauntered around the table, “I have serviceable rooms upstairs. Let us do it. Now.”
“OI VYN, YOU FUCKING—”
“Someone really did earn that Slut title, huh.”
“Unhand her right now, Richter!”
And team building had finally begun, in earnest.
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hi!! could i ask 4 number eight favorite crime with kazuha please?? cuz hes yk.. kinda a criminal? thank you so much if you do my request!! <3
things i did (143 event drabble)
pairing: kazuha x gn!reader (wanderers, pre-storyline)
warnings: angst, feelings of inadequacy and being unused to love on both sides of a relationship, possible commitment issues on reader’s part, communication issues but technically they just don’t talk about it but understand, possibly ooc kazuha but this is supposed to be part of his character development, a pinch of comfort at the end,
a/n: this genuinely gave me pain to write. angst. and if you’re asking yourself how this fits in with the event theme, i want to say that this represents the kind of love that only shows itself proper when it’s lost / right person wrong time (GOD IT HURTS JUST TO TYPE IT 😔) also i kinda wrote this in bits and late at night so forgive the coherence in some places :,)
songs: favorite crime - olivia rodrigo, anaheim - niki, movies - conan gray, oceans & engines - niki
The fact that neither you nor Kazuha are used to this kind of love is the bittersweet truth hidden behind each tender embrace.
You can see his hesitation, oh so easy to find when it mirrors your own in the wake of sweet nothings, in linked fingers that stop just short of intertwined and ignoring the fitful nightmares you take turns waking for.
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, a quiet kind of sorrow that only grows as time passes. Your thumbs brush the mourning dew away as it sparkles in the sunlight - something picturesque yet ill-fitting for two wanderers.
Kazuha is bound by his wanderlust; it is his yearning to see the expanse of the world at his fingertips that attracted you to him on that fateful day, and it is that same feeling that splits you into two.
Now, he rests deeply in his cot on the Alcor, breath after breath fading away with the sway of the ship and flickering lamplight. Your fingers card through his loose hair as he slumbers, smoothing the streaks of red and pale blonde across the blanket you share.
(“If you’re still planning on going, you should do it while you still can.” Beidou whispers in your ear, inclining her head at the faraway Kazuha. “You’ll always have a spot on the Alcor, if that’s what you want.”)
…What do you want?
Shouldn’t it be this? This momentary lapse in time, this spare break in the turning wheel where you can simply rest in the hold of someone you-
Ah. That’s it.
You’re scared, aren’t you?
Your hands retract from Kazuha’s, tracing the space as if his touch has burned you.
He’s just as aware of it as you are, and yet this facsimile still persists.
(“You are what appears when the word ‘serendipity’ comes to mind.” He murmurs, tracing patterns and letters into your skin that he has yet to speak aloud.)
He’s still in your grasp, and yet he’s already gone.
You shouldn’t have to convince yourself that this is for the best.
But, before your heart can speak, your head has already made way to mark the end.
———
“For my dear Kazuha,” He reads, ruby eyes stinging at their corners. “I’m sorry.”
Fingers that once stopped just short trace the lines of your script, following line after line of harsh strokes and wrinkled dots in the ink.
“You, of all, understand the quandaries that plague wanderers, no? To follow the wind, and to be truly free, is to understand and release the burdens that haunt you first.”
He finds it within himself to curse those words, letters that fell from his tongue with little thought.
“I despise the fact that I couldn’t say this in person,” Your voice echoes in his ears. “But if I saw you, I don’t think I’d be able to leave.”
He can feel your hands against his face, yet the tears still carve their path.
“Neither of us are at the point where we can stop searching, traveling, yearning for the answers to the questions that follow us to every port.”
How did he not see? How could he be so blind?
“I know you well enough that you must be beating yourself up about this, but the answer is plain and simple; you would regret it for the rest of your life if you found yourself settled right now.”
A sob escapes his throat, stifled with the hand you rewrapped only last night.
“Now, I can’t linger too long-“ He has to blink away the haze, begging your words to last until he can find you again. “-But I do want you to know that our paths are sure to meet again. If not, I’ll make sure of it.”
Kazuha’s voice echoes your final line - “To you, my hope, be well and stay true.”
(Oh, how he hates telling you later that you were right, stumbling through the words as you brush away his tears with a smile brighter than sunlight.)
#kazuha x reader#genshin impact x reader#kaedehara kazuha#genshin kazuha#genshin impact#genshin x reader#forgive me anon#kazuha my beloved i’m sorry#god i need sleep#cass.100
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A CC Update!
My belly is big and my need to nest is bigger haha
I’ve been itching to hop back on here, but I’m having trouble focusing on anything other than sleep, cleaning, and making my house more homey. I hope you all are doing wonderful and are having a happy new year! I miss you!
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Witch in exile.
Warnings: my character, pre-game events, references to court and violence (?), maybe OOC.
- Hello, Miss Lilith.
A familiar voice sounded out to the witch, making her forget about the Queen of the Valley of Thorns in front of her and tense up. You may not remember me, it's been a long time, but...
Lilith's head began to flash moments associated with the talking faerie, when they tried to catch her. The most vivid memory was his impassive face during the trial.
Glancing at her old acquaintance without interest, Lilith replied:
- I remember you very well, Mr. Vanrouge. - turning away from him, she again turned to the queen of all fairies - So, what brought you to me? You haven't thought of me for a hundred and fifty years.
-Three hundred and fifty, Lilith,- the woman corrected her, causing a momentary bewilderment on the part of the exile, who did not notice how quickly time had flown by.
- W-well, for three hundred and fifty years no one remembered me, I lived in monotony. I look worse than ever. I want orange juice and chocolate! So, I'll ask again: Why are you here? - Lilith asked firmly, throwing her head up, forgetting about the childish tone that she allowed to escape.
Despite her rather big height, Lilith still looked up at the head witch of the Valley of Thorns. The queen of all creatures of the night was not young, but she was still beautiful, elegant and incredibly wise. She, even when communicating with Lilith, an outlawed faerie, retained her dignity, calmness and courtesy.
“Lilith Ravenna, by my order, you have been formally pardoned and returned to the Valley of Thorns.
- Pardoned? - the former exile was taken aback, because she clearly remembered the verdict:
"Exiled forever."
And now, Lilith could not understand what made Her Majesty change her mind: - Ah ...For what reason, may I ask?
- I have a grandson coming soon. I need guardians with great potential in magic.
- Will my magic be returned? - the calm tone was ready to break, as well as Lilith herself, ready to jump for happiness.
Magic, something she held dear, was sealed away when she was exiled. One of her biggest losses.
- Partially. You won't get everything back lest you lose control again, Lilith.
At least something. Anything is better than nothing. She will be glad at least a grain of experienced abilities. Ohh, she could already feel the blood begin to boil in her blackened veins from the dark magic.
“Hmmm, apparently this child will be too strong, since they remembered me.” Lilith crossed her arms in feigned thought, but exhaled quickly, “I agree. Confirm our decision, Your Majesty?
- No, Lilith, this is not an agreement. This is my decree. From now on, you are the guardians of my grandson.
With a wave of her black robe, the queen vanished as quickly as she had appeared.
“Guardians?” flashed through Lilith's mind before she saw Lilia, who smiled politely at her.
- Looking forward to our work, Lilith.
Only now it dawned on the pardoned woman that there will be two guardians. And the second, the one who took her to bed on that endless, monotonous day called imprisonment. She was so happy to be free, but now she realized how difficult it would be for her to cooperate with Lilia Vanrouge.
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Moon 308
Major Events
Finchstar disappears for a few days, perhaps seeking treatment from twolegs, and returns to camp with a white nylon collar. Upon returning, their body just couldn't continue forward - they've lost all their remaining lives to old age and traveled to StarClan the Dark Forest (their life was questionable and as they were not mentioned in Loudstar's leader ceremony, I took this as they are in the Dark Forest)
Loudstar received his nine lives and became the new leader of the Clan. They feel like they are not ready for this new responsibility, but will try their best to do what is right for the Clan.
Lakehusk has been chosen as the new deputy. They look at the Clan leader with an odd glint in their eyes.
OOC this means I am now implementing my three strike warrior code system. Each code break will be a strike and upon three strikes will be exile, demotion, or otherwise depending on the cat and the crimes. For each individual code strike it is assumed the leader punished accordingly with apprentice duties, digging out the dirtplace, etc.
However, the Clan will still not punish interactions with loners or kittypets unless sharing prey is involved. This might change with a different leader (Loudstar was a former loner and is fixed; he only had kits through adoption but Lakehusk is bloodthirsty).
Additionally, I will be turning on cats can have mates with outsiders. Having kits outside the Clan will count as a strike if discovered (determined off screen) but cats will not be exiled upon outsider root kits even if that is their last code strike (essentially it counts as a strike unless it is the last strike).
Alternatively, if it is discovered they have a half-clan relationship (determinedoff screen if caught), they and their kits will be immediately exiled and assumed to join the other Clan.
Otherwise, any other part of the code is the same, though this may change in the future with certain leaders
Misc
Valleyfalcon was seen speaking calmly to a cat from LionClan (not a code strike per Loudstar but sus)
Lakehusk was caught sharing prey with a rogue, who was chased off by a patrol (code strike)
Health
Loudstar has a running nose
Avalanchebeetle is no longer frostbitten
Patrols
As the patrol is marking the border lines, a gang of rogues strides confidently out from behind a tumble of rocks, yowling as they confront the Clan Cats!
(proceed) The rogues are terrifyingly coordinated and are quick to use the patrol's momentary surprise to their advantage. The patrol cats are picked off, only a couple managing to escape
Valleyfalcon died
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🎬THE STORY OF US
OO: name’s disaster interview
warnings: mentions on anxiety, slight ooc, misunderstandings
“deep breaths, in and out. in and out.”
upon stepping into the vast building of fatui corporation, you couldn’t help but feel a teensy bit small and out of place amongst the sparkling chandeliers and preppy reporters.
ah, yes, fatui corporation. a snezhnayan fashion brand that was all the rage now with their frocks and designs that blew even famed designers all over teyvat away with their intricacies. headed by their mysterious boss the tsaritsa, the board was comprised of eleven members who were all models for the brand itself. to score such a lead with them was virtually impossible.
to be honest, everything was impossible except for charlotte. even saying that word to her would spark newfound determination in the reporter, pushing her to break barriers in her way. she had managed to score this interview for the steambird through some of her connections, and you had unluckily been chosen.
when it came to writing, words flowed like a stream, but when it came to interviews, your brain frozen. there was a reason why you weren’t a correspondent: you hated being interviewed and the interviewer. your co-workers knew this about you and would find every single fault or way to sabotage you. being a journalist is a competitive profession where only the best will succeed, and you weren’t going to back down.
“miss arlecchino! miss arlecchino! who are you wearing today?”
“miss arlecchino, is it true that you’re planning a collaboration with kamisato ayaka?”
“miss arlecchino, what is your response to the rumours of childe being arrested by the duke of the fortress of meropide?”
reporters are like a flock of seagulls, flocking to their next victim and hounding them relentlessly for a single crumb of news. that was something yelan had said to you whenever she was chased by nosy journalists at product line releases. standing awkwardly in the lobby of the fatui building, you didn’t feel like chasing after the fashion executive. it was bad enough that you felt out of place; you’d stick out like a sore thumb among these reporters who were leagues ahead of you. heck, fashion wasn’t even your forte! most of the outfits you wore were picked out with the help of yelan and yunjin, and the opera singer had nearly passed out at the way you mismatched your clothing.
besides, you’d probably ask a stupid question like, “miss arlecchino? did you get inspiration for your name from the drink cappuccino?”
frowning, you looked around the empty information desk and deserted the entrance to find anything that would be of use to you. an excuse, perhaps, for why you turned up empty-handed. until your eyes landed on a teenager who was clutching his clockwork penguin tightly, eyes closed shut, and breathing heavily.
“deep breaths. in and out. in and out,” he murmured under his breath, trying to drown out the world around him.
feeling a pang of sympathy and concern, you scurried to his side, alarm on your face. “hey, are you okay?”
the boy jumped up in surprise, his ocean-blue eyes meeting yours as he scooted back slightly from you. “m-my helmet. i-i can’t find it."
helmet? you couldn’t help but be confused by his words, but the anxious expression on his face was enough to snap you out of your momentary puzzlement, and you nodded quickly with a smile. “i’ll help you look for it. where did you see it last?”
“i was holding it before those swarms of reporters flocked to father," he murmured between deep breaths, his finger shakily pointing to the information desk, which had been abandoned. you spotted something under the desk, warily walking towards the area he gestured to.
one of the few skills needed to be a journalist is a keen eye. whether it be for news, analysing the emotions of your interviewee, or scanning the area for potential clues. peering over the calendars and half-steaming mugs of coffee, was a gold diving helmet used by divers. was this kid a diver? picking it up gingerly, you rushed back to the boy’s side, handing it over to him with a reassuring smile.
the boy smiled at you gratefully, taking the helmet from your outstretched hands and examining it closely. his hands brushed against a scratch on its side, probably the work of those nosy journalists.
“there’s a dent."
you were about to reply about how you could get it out with the help of some hot water. that was until the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor caused the both of you to look up, announcing the arrival of arlecchino herself.
freminet shot you a shocked glance, one you weren’t sure about as the knave stopped right in front of you, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.
“ah, freminet, here you are. i seem to have lost you earlier, just now. who do we have here?” she cooed, an unnerving smile curling on her lips.
you kept a cool face, bowing slightly as you stuck out a hand for her to shake. “hello, i’m name. a reporter for the steambird.”
you breathed an inward sigh of relief at the sight of her; you did hit the jackpot after all! no nosy reporters, and you could finally get an interview or a few words with her! that was until she squinted at you with an emotion you couldn’t discern, eyeing you like you were a rat skittering in front of her.
the boy, freminet you assumed, quickly spoke up, though he did not dare meet the harbinger in the eye. “f-father, they were just..."
“you don’t need to stick up for them. you are, after all, too kind and forgiving.” she replied coolly to him, the boy inwardly gulping as his fingers gripped tighter around the metal of the diving helmet.
the tall executive towered over you, causing you to back up against the information desk. her red and black eyes were narrowed into thin slits, creating a menacing expression on her face. “you’re quite bold, i must say, to think that you can score an interview with me by using my familial ties. what’s worse, you dare to hurt my poor child.”
she must have misunderstood the whole situation, you realised. opening your mouth to explain your point, you grew aware of dozens of eyes piercing into your skin. great, those nosy journalists were there to see this humiliating display. looking frantically for help, you spotted freminet shooting you a guilty and apologetic glance from where he stood, eyes downcast.
“ma’am, i-“
“tut tut tut, no buts. best believe i’ll inform your superiors about your behaviour. it’s unfitting for a journalist to be so rude and apathetic by preying on others' weaknesses just for a story.” arlecchino cut you off, clicking her tongue as if she were scolding a child.
the crowd around you had grown, from journalists to even employees of the fatui fashion brand. if you squinted hard enough, you’d be able to make out the figure of a boy in a top hat held back by freminet and a girl with cat ears. you were more than embarrassed at this point; you were so mortified by this whole situation that you could just crawl into a hole and die. maybe if thoma took pity on you, you could run away to inazuma and live with him. how ironic, you came here looking for a story only for it to be about you.
the knave took a step away from you, her black fingernails sharp as she examined your journalist landyard with disinterest. “the steambird, what a shame. i thought they would at least educate their fellow comrades about the basics of media etiquette. security will escort you out.”
you could barely register anything, your head pounding and your ears ringing as you walked out of the fatui building. when the sunlight and the cool wind hit your face like a wake-up call, that was when you began to run. where to was unclear, but anywhere would be better than here with people circling you like vultures about to eat their prey, their whispers rising to screams.
if only you could run away from all your problems like people do by reading stories.
<- prev masterlist next ->
SUMMARY: in an attempt to redeem yourself to the rest of your members at steambird, you decide to follow the dead-end story about fontaine’s resident magician. in exchange of getting the details for his story, you have to go out on dates with him only to discover a hidden story that might be the breakthrough of your blooming career or its downfall.
NOTES : and the prologue is up! let me know what you think about all this! who do you think was held back by freminet just now? also, if you’re wondering how the fatui works, read this post here for better insight on its eleven harbingers/executives! i’ll see you guys sooner than you think 😉
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throw you for a rush
𝗳𝘁. oikawa, sugawara, atsumu
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. haikyuu boys overhearing u talk abt ur crush on them (and then they proceed to ask u out), fluff, humor, maybe ooc atsumu (? i'm not sure), kinda shitty ending on suga's part sorry, gn!reader; 0.9k words
𝗮/𝗻. i love this trope so muchjsjajdks it's so fuckinf adorable i'm going insane jajsks i hope u guys like this! also, as always, it's not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes you come across reading this </3
oikawa ₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎
"i just don't know what do, iwa-chan!"
"well, here's a fun idea: you could just, you know, tell him."
"it's not that easy, you know that! he's always got girls swarming him,"
i'm so sorry he overheard you talking about him because he's such a smug ass bitch 😕😕 his ego INFLATES once he discovers you like him too nd he starts to hang out around you more than usual
"they like me too, iwa-chan!" oikawa beams, to which iwaizumi replied to with a lighthearted chuckle along with a slight shrug as he says, "yeah, 'kawa, the both of you are too obvious about it."
literally starts flirting with you every single chance he gets, it's honestly pretty concerning—which is why you confronted him about this ... sudden change of attitude, you could say
"what's gotten into you, oikawa? did someone put a potion in your drink or something?" you'd joke in response to one of his cheesy attempts at delivering pick up lines, holding onto your books tightly as oikawa walked you back to your classroom.
he shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "dunno, you're cute. couldn't help myself,"
oikawa's comment was unexpected, to say the least, and even though he'd tried out tons of stupid pick up lines on you already in hopes of making you laugh, this was the only one that truly sent butterflies to your stomach.
a moment of silence fills the air until you decide to break it with a soft "...you think i'm cute?"
"yeah, i just said that."
"then why haven't you asked me out yet?"
oikawa defensively throws his hands in the air dramatically, "hey, in my defense, i was going to, at the right time! i was just waiting for it,"
"i'm pretty sure this is the right time."
"okay, okay!" he laughs, "i, oikawa tooru, am officially asking you out on a date. accept this invitation or you will be abducted by aliens."
"alright, dork."
sugawara ₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎
"i trust you not to tell him, okay, shoyo? it'll be our secret for now,"
"your secret's safe with me, i promise!"
it's probably luckier that he overheard it nd learned about this coming from you (technically), because hinata would've probably accidentally spilled your secret to him eventually, it was inevitable
"hey, (y/n). could you clarify something for me?" sugawara asked you, approaching your table in the classroom, with the usual charm he had.
you look up from the paper you'd been working on and send a soft smile towards sugawara, "yeah? what is it?"
"do you like me?"
multiple scenarios ran through your mind as you attempted to figure out how sugawara could've made a statement like this. were you being too obvious? did hinata perhaps tell him?
sugawara notices your momentary pause, so he decides to explain why he's suddenly asking such a bold question out of nowhere. "i overheard you and hinata talking about me, so i figured that maybe, you had feelings for me,"
the embarrassment takes over you and heat rises up to your cheeks before you can utter even a single word as you avoid eye contact with the boy in front of you.
"oh, uhm," you clear your throat, "yeah."
"the feeling's mutual, (y/n). you don't have to be embarrassed about it. if you're free, i'd love to have dinner with you."
a wave of relief washes over you once sugawara's words started to properly sink in, and you start to feel that small, distinctive sense of pride knowing that sugawara cares about you in the exact same way that you care about him.
"of course, suga."
atsumu
"i can't believe i'm telling you about this, of all people, rin."
"firstly, i'm your best friend. secondly, you should be thankful i'm not telling atsumu about your weird obsession with him."
"it's not an obsession!"
he's called you 'pretty' numerous times before this, but this just makes him go completely fucking feral and he'd even brag about it to osamu for hours on end like the annoying (affectionate) twin he is </3
"they like me, 'samu! they said it themselves!" atsumu announced in excitement for what seemed like the thousandth time, earning a tired sigh from his twin, who had to listen to all of his ramblings throughout dinner.
osamu stood up from his seat, grabbing an apple from the dinner table. "yeah, i know, 'tsumu. that's all ya've been talkin' 'bout since we got home."
"it's all i can think 'bout," the blonde admits.
"well then ask 'em out, genius."
and the next day, he does! well, kind of - he leaves a sticky note on your locker telling you to meet him at the gym right after practice, around 5:30pm (he's so cliché, somebody stop him)
"hey there, pretty!" atsumu greeted you with an enthusiastic wave, even though he seemed like he was tired (and awfully sweaty - what a way to ask someone out) from practice. "i overhead ya talkin' 'bout me to rin over there, real flatterin', those things ya said 'bout me," he trailed off, but immediately got back to the point once he noticed he started going off topic.
"anyways, i just wanted to ask ya if ya were up for dinner? not now, but on saturday, if yer free,"
you chuckle, trying your best to keep your composure, barely able to hide your excitement. "yeah, i'd love to, 'tsumu."
"i'll pick ya up at seven, then,"
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⤷ BEYOND WORDS
INUMAKI TOGE X READER -> 0.5K
there are so many ways to comfort a person despite not being able to talk
REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> short sweet fluff piece, me having 0 knowledge of what the different ingredients mean, probably ooc oopsy
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> first jjk request woop woop
IT HAD BEEN A REALLY LONG DAY. hell, it had even been a really long week, and you were fast approaching your breaking point.
being a sorcerer-in-training was very much a double edged sword to wield. on one hand, you got to develop insane powers and a school day could never be boring again. on the other, after exorcising countless curses within such a short amount of time you were left feeling utterly drained.
you were dead on your feet by the time you got back to your dormitory, and you doubted your ability to make it back to your own room. you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the questionably coloured gunk left on your uniform from tonight’s batch of curses as you let your body pitch forwards until you landed with a soft oomph on one of the couches in the common area.
you just happened to be resting face down right next to the relaxed form of your fellow sorcerer and classmate, inumaki. whilst he had been reading a book mere minutes ago, it now lay closed and forgotten in his lap as he took in the sight of you mumbling into fabric about how today had just been fucking horrible.
"kelp?" his question was hesitant, his uncertainty clear in the way he repositioned himself and half-hovered a hand over you in worry. you peeked up from your position, eyes barely catching his visibly worried ones.
"hold me. please." you made some weak attempt at lifting an arm out to him, too busy feeling yourself sink into the sofa cushion and preparing to stay there for a very long time.
sure, maybe your demand was a little trying considering that there was a good amount of gunk caked on your uniform right now. if you had an ounce more energy you would drag yourself off to shower or even just take off your blazer, but you couldn't be bothered at this point.
nevertheless, you couldn't help the momentary surprise you felt as inumaki's arm wrapped around you as best as he could manage considering your position. if you were him, you doubted your willingness to cuddle someone who had less visible uniform than dirt on them. another surprise came when inumaki hoisted you up a little, pulling you closer towards him and effectively having your head rested on his lap.
you blinked up at him in confusion, only to see the corners of his crinkle in a smile. his hand raised itself to your head, patting the top of your hair gently. you felt your eyes slide shut in satisfaction at the repeated motion, humming contentedly as you felt his nails dig in and lightly scratch your scalp.
"that's perfect, 'maki. thank you."
"tuna tuna." you felt a slow grin spread across your face as the building pressure from this week got released like the breaking of a dam, and all fron a simple head massage from your classmate.
who knew that the solution to your problems was that straightforward?
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