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lillysilvermoon · 1 year

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What your Future Spouse will admire about you?

Pile 1

Your reading is SO BEAUTIFUL Pile 1, really😭😭

First of all: you have a very feminine energy (high priestess) which is like kryptonite for man🤣😁. You see, the hight priestess have a profound connection with God/Goddess. She believes everyone has their own inner guidance to lead them to their true potential. And you do this! You trust your intuition, follow your heart and your instincts and this makes your s.p just go crazy, I feel like he is very logical and he admires your away of leadership, in your own away (doesn't matter if you realize this or not) you are a leader, you inspire people without even realizing it. With you, he feels healed, you just bring so much peace, calmness and joy to him. And talking about joy: you have a childlike personality, you inner child is very happy and free, you know when it's time to be silly (happy dance) and he admires this in you, you bring his child side and makes he feels comfortable to play and just be silly with you. I feel like my heart will explode of joy right now so I think that's how he feels with you, and this makes he admire you a lot because at the same time you are a very elegant, femine and wise, very responsible you ALSO are fun to be with, you know how to play and you have this magic to him. (He loves you so very much I just can't 😭💗).

And you are confident, I feel you have the mindset of "what is mine will find me" so if something goes wrong you just drive to overcome the obstacle in a positive way. When you have a goals, you work with very fierce energy to bring them to fruition (but the thing is: you do all fo this in a very feminine, gentle and fun way, and he just admires you incredible for this).

Signs: jupiters placements, Gemini, cancer and aries and number's 6,9,5 and 8 (I think cancer's placements are important because cancer's symbol looks like a 69 and you had this two numbers. Cam also be dates or months), books, library, education, parks, lakes and flowers. (And music!!!!!! Omg I think it's important to youu or them, maybe he'll communicate his feelings by songs)

P.S: I was going to pile two but I just heard this: you help them to heal his inner child in some way, and this is something very very important to them and by extension to y'all relationship.

P.S²: I was again going to Pile two- but here it is: he admires you for that because, I feel like this problem with his inner child maybe has affected in a negative way his others relationships and you, somehow, handle this really easy, you don't even realize actually (and I just saw he looking to any place in particular think about this and feeling genuinely happy)

Blonde and redhead for some feel here.

Pile 2

Finally I'm here, hello pile 2♡ let's get into your reading shall we?

Calmness. You are so calm, even in the worst situations, you maintain a sense of peace (or try your best to!). I see here that you have multiple interests and you try to balance all of them and other areas of your life, but you don't stress yourself with this. It's like, if doesn't work it's fine, cause you are adaptable and flexible (and he REALLY admires this because I feel like your future Spouse has a tiny-bit-tittie problem with control (wink nod) and you are kind of the opposite lmao, he see you having all this interests and priorities but... it's not a obligation like "omg I HAVE to do ALL" no. You want to do all, but it's okay if don't work some days, he admires you organization and the way you management your time and schedule. I feel your s.p like calm and stable people, he doesn't like unnecessary drama in his life and you just have this flow, if something doesn't work you just be flexible and this is important too: you think before make decisions! 100% not reactive, you think and go inwards before choosing anything. And you have a introspective side that he just loves too much.

I feel like you are someone who brings them peace love and very good advices when needed (after all no one likes be with someone who just complains, fight for every minimal thing, always need to be right to feel "respected" etc, he admires the peace bring with you.) I feel he deals with a lot of stress in his work place and when he sees you... it's too good, like a oasis.

Signs: poems, tea, wind place, scorpio, leo, sagittarius, venus, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune placements are important, numbers 7, 11 and 12 (can be days, months or house in astrology; 7 represents love and commercial partnerships and our relation with public, 11 it's ruled by Saturn and Uranus (definitely a lot of air sign) and talks about flow, strong thinking and important of expansion and 12 it's the house of our unconscious, fears, dreams and spirituality)

Pile 3

I feel like you give a lot of importance to material possessions, you don't act like "Oh money isn't important blablabla" you know money is important, you work to have a good life, to you things like good education, good house in a great neighborhood, travel to have fun but to also acquire culture and knowledge, good clothes with quality. This are important too you (is giving me old money mindset vibes and if you don't know about it, and I'm NOT talking about the "old money" from Tiktok - I highly recommend the "The Old Money Book: Living better while spending less" to you, it's very short has 158 pages) but you don't live FOR money, the money is your servant not your master!

He admires how you always seem to have a behavior like "this is only temporary and shall pass soon" when something bad or uncomfortable happens, and he really admires this. You have a very outgoing personality, full of energy and optimism (and you have some kind of sex appeal but in a elegant way), you are not afraid to work to have the things you desire, your energy is very positive and uplifting (I feel like your future Spouse enjoys SO MUCH talk to you, he loves to see you so determined to get the things you want and he has this feeling that you two will evolve and grow together.

Also: you are a generous soul, with money and with your time, love and affection and wisdom. Maybe you are into some charity, you are very loving and loyal and this... big turn on to them, I think it's honestly the thing he admires most about you, your personality, your values. You like a rare jewel to them.

Signs: VERY strong water placements, pisces, scorpio and cancer, moon, sun and Mars placements (makes so much sense because mars rules goals) numbers 6, 5, 4 and 8 (can be days, months or house. 6 its concrete and practical knowledge, it's also associated to cleanse, maintenance, work capacity and routine service's (again: makes so much sense, you guys value quality and take care of what you have so last longer, don't have need to buy new things), 5 it's you creative side, what gives you pleasure, 4 it's what we have most profound in us and 8 transition of life and things, ending of cycles).

Hope y'all like this reading, it's my first reading related to love and I'm so happy, I had so much fun doing this and hope you guys too. See you in the next reading.

Xoxo

- Lia

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delinquentfiction · 1 month

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Dancing Lessons With the Radio Demon

Content: Alastor x GN!Reader, no use of y/n, size difference mentions, reader is sleepy, fluff

Word count: 2,076

No trigger warnings

The bed creaks slightly as you turn and wiggle on it, trying to get into a comfortable spot. Unfortunately, despite the pure exhaustion from your day of running errands for the hotel and essentially being the gofer, your brain refuses to allow you to slip into sweet unconsciousness. It has now gotten to that lovely part of restlessness where no matter how you lay, no matter how long you stare at your phone to distract yourself, you cannot get comfortable. At this point there is nothing you can think of but to get up and find something to do and hope that something is enough to help your brain calm down. You don’t care if you fall asleep walking down the stairs as long as you get a wink.

You wrap your blanket around yourself before leaving the bed, not willing to part with it. Once up and walking you felt like one of those edited cat memes with those dumb relatable captions. One of the good things from life that still made it down into Hell. Cats look different down here and look slightly terrifying with their shark-like 4-way opening mouths, but they’re cats nonetheless.

Once in the hall, you somehow feel like you’re stomping and floating at the same time. Not awake enough to be fully aware, but aware enough of how your walking is the only noise being made. At least in the part of the hotel you reside in. As you meander around and approach the grand staircase, you hear the faint sounds of piano and sax playing a slow jazzy tune. Right then you were reminded that there would be only one other person awake at this hour. A person a little too chipper for the state you were in, but at least it would be company.

You recalled how when you were alive people would say that sometimes it would be hard to sleep because your brain feels like it’s in danger and having someone there or having a stuffed animal can help. Things that trick your brain into thinking you’re protected. Would you feel safe around this ever smiling demon? Would the same logic even carry over now that you’re a demon? Well, you’re going to find out.

As you wander up the hotel floors the song becomes louder and the air seems to feel thicker. It’s not as if it’s never been ominous to visit Alastor’s room before, after all you never know what you’ll open his door to see him doing. There’s always that little fear at the back of your head telling you that you know better than to walk right into a lion’s den like this. The feeling that just walking into his room is asking for a contract you’ll regret later but can’t refuse in the moment.

Once you reach his door, everything comes to a halt. Your walking, his music, and even time, seemingly. Did he know you were standing here? Just outside his door? Did you make a noise you didn’t hear but he did? That wouldn’t be unusual for you. Maybe he was simply getting ready to play a different record. ‘Perhaps now is the time to interrupt, then.’

You softly knock on his door and almost immediately the door swings open which causes you to jump back a little in surprise. He looms over you, crimson eyes peering down over a practically glowing sharp grin. You stare up at him, a shy smile slowly creeping onto your face. “Why, good evening! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a late visit?” Alastor greets.

You stutter a bit as you answer. “Ah, good evening! I just couldn’t sleep and I thought that, uh, I should come say hi!”

“Well, this is a very nice visit! I don't get many late-night callers these days; make yourself at home!” He opens his door wider and gestures with a grand swish of his arm for you to come inside.

And you do. As you walk in you glance around his room, wondering what he was up to while listening to his music. Some of his furniture was moved closer to the walls and a fire blazed in his fireplace, growing ever bigger as a breeze came in from the forest half of his room. ‘Huh, didn’t know that there was weather in here. Noted and hoping it never rains.’ With the warmth of the fireplace it feels unnecessary to have a blanket on so you placed it on one of the couches that is pushed to the side.

“I didn’t have much to do tonight so I resorted to getting into the swing of dancing to pass the time.” The red head explains as he made his way to an awaiting record player that looked to have seen better days, but from what you heard on your way here, it did it’s job much better than appearance would lead you to believe. “Would you care to join me, my dear?”

“Join you? Oh, I don’t really know how to-”

“I’m sure you’ll pick it right up! It does get so boring singing and dancing by oneself, and you seem like you need something to pass the time, yourself.” He looks over his shoulder at you, record in hand. His usual big grin had become more of a smirk, as if he knew about your tired wondering.

You nod at him, figuring he just wasn’t going to take a ‘no’ or an ‘I’d rather watch you dance and hang out on your couch’. You step over to the record player and pick up the sleeve the demon got the record out of. Judging by the title, it seemed to be a collection of old hits from the 30’s. None of which you were familiar with. There is a respect that comes with older music since more modern music couldn’t exist without it, however older music just tends to be a bit too slow for your liking. Perhaps you’ve been listening to the wrong songs though, since Alastor doesn’t entirely seem to be the type to enjoy slow music either. At least not on boring nights with guests like tonight.

As you set the sleeve back down where you found it, music started playing from the record player. A bit distorted at first but sounding just as clear and blaring as it was earlier once it had a second to do its thing. A much more energetic tune than earlier begins to play, confirming your earlier suspicions. Alastor leads you to the center of the room where it’s the clearest and stands next to you, offering his hand for you to hold. It was when you comply and take his hand in yours you begin to remember the sheer difference in size between you two. His clawed hand easily swallowed yours and at this closer proximity than normal it felt like he was a tower to you being a cottage.

“Now, all we’re gonna start with is moving side to side like this.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, keeping his hips loose and going with the motion. You stare for a moment before awkwardly (at least it felt awkward) mimicking the action. “Use the same foot I’m using on my count. 1, 2, 3, 4.” He kept count until you got it and were able to keep up. Simple enough. “Now we’re going to do the same, but vertical. Slightly more tricky, try not to tie your legs together, dear. Outside foot goes back.” It was trickier, and you did lose balance in the beginning, but luckily Alastor didn’t entirely seem to mind it. You guess it would be less bothersome to someone who could lift you with their pinky. You think you got it down and it seems that Alastor thought so too when he directs, “Now we’ll combine them. Bring your outside foot back up, there you go, and rock on your outside foot, inside foot, outside foot rocks back, then rock back to the front foot.”

As soon as you got that down Alastor was off, adding an extra tapping step, throwing in a few kicks for himself, even switching the position so you were holding hands in front of each other. Once in front of the other you could swear that Alastor is staring a bit too intensely. It’s like he is attempting to peer further into your being and get a better read on your soul. What is more jarring is you could swear his eyes flicker to your lips and stay there, but your tired brain isn’t able to confirm for sure that’s what you saw. Honestly, you had no idea what was going on. Trying to focus hard on his steps and mimic and predict them was difficult, especially in your half awake brain. Considering he kept going you figured you were somehow keeping up well enough; you haven’t been looking at his face much, trying to watch his feet.

Your focus retreats entirely once you hear him say something, but as you look up at him you are suddenly stumbling right into a twirl and then into the deer demons’ chest; one clawed hand now on your waist and the other moving your hand to his padded shoulder. Your nose suddenly filled with a pine and metallic smell and your face so close to the crimson fabric of his clothes, it took a second before you realized your feet had been dragged for a second before the both of you weren’t moving.

“I did try to tell you I was going to pull you in, my dear.” His radio filtered voice brought you fully back. You find your footing again and look hesitantly up at his ever grinning face. Alastor is leaning over you, face coming closer until his sharp teeth become a little too close. Just inches from your own lips.

“Sorry.” One of your feet tries to go back so you would be able to create a bit of distance so you could see him properly, but his hand on your waist keeps you solid against him. You instead opt to move your hand from his shoulder to his lapel to keep your stability. ‘Did he just freeze for a second?’

The demons’ grin widens impossibly more, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion. “No need to apologize, my sleepy friend. I’ve found your company to be quite pleasant on this eventful night. Perhaps it’s time to bring this evening to an end.” He suggests. The hand that is still holding yours let’s go and lands on top of yours on his lapel. “ You caught onto the steps very quickly. You do enjoy keeping me on my toes.”

“Thank you.” You reply a bit flatly, your vision starting to unfocus as you stare at your joined hands. You both were just dancing so it makes sense, but somehow the warmth was still causing cogs in your mind to stutter. As if you can’t believe this as anything but a dream. “I think it’s time I head back to my room. I think I’m at the point where I could go into a coma for the next few days.”

He chuckled a bit to himself. “I see that. You look like you’re going to collapse as soon as I let go of you. Tell you what, I’ll send you back to your room if you agree to come back for lessons after supper tomorrow night. A time when you should be more awake. I am so curious to see how you fare fully awake.” You nod your head numbly, just wanting to allow sleep to take you. “Splendid! Have a lovely rest, dear.”

As he snaps the fingers on his free hand, you could feel the floor disappear under you. Before you could drop, Alastor allows you to essentially float for a second while he lifts your hand he had been covering and kisses the back of it. Next thing you know you fall into inky blackness before feeling the familiar softness of your bed. As sleep begins to over take you, you think back upon those final moments and let them sink in. ‘Oh shit.’ The radio demon just kissed the back of your hand. Not to mention, he also now has one of your blankets. Your eyes snap open, and suddenly you didn’t feel tired anymore. ‘God fucking damn it, Alastor.’

#radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #fluff #dancing #admin bear #hazbin hotel

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kywaslost · 9 months

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Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx

You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.

Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you?

After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.

It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.

You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.

“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”

“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”

You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.

“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.

“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.

Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”

You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack.

“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood.

“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.

Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.”

The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.

“Let’s get you home then.”

You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.

“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”

After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”

Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”

You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.

Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night.

Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.

“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.

Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.

You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.

You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.

“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”

Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.

“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”

He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”

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goodday-goodmorn · 4 months

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Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

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This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

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“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

#fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic of a fanfic #(?) kinda #reader insert #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Look at Charlie’s blog right now.#Specifically obsessive Johnny because when i tell you i was-#GAGED #Jaw dropped #Charlie’s got such good characterization #In the case she sees this-#…did you like it?#also hello

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strawberryblue-blog · 4 months

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Fuck boy —Joao Felix.

warning: none. anxiety, social phobia, discomfort. Joao fratboy!

summary: You meet Joao at a university party, he is part of the fraternity and helps you but you can't trust a fuck boy.

word count: +2.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: I hope you like it <3 love ya. Ruben 🔜

The mirror reflected your silhouette as you sighed indecisively. Damn that moment when your friend decided to date a frat boy. Now all she wanted to do was drag you to her crazy parties.

Four years ago you lived with Danielle, your best friend since you got here. You had met her when you came to college, as she was your roommate and you had gotten along well from the beginning. But now Danielle had a boyfriend and things had changed.

Especially since she was now tirelessly looking for a boyfriend for you. Which you flatly refused.

You didn't need a date. You didn't have time for that. Nor for men. Nor for noisy parties. She'd even forced you to wear one of her dresses, making you sigh because it was so tight you thought you'd die inside it, maybe because Danielle was smaller than you.

You weren't one of those girls who went to frat parties, preferring to hang out in some room with your classmates and drink wine until the wee hours, discussing culture, politics and history. But this was different.

Too much. And it wasn't for you.

Danielle was committed to helping you overcome some of your biggest fears. Parties. Although they weren't literally a fear, but because of your anxiety issues and panic attacks, you usually avoided crowded places and especially, college parties.

The music broke out after a while at the place when you walked in and saw the players of the team walking around shirtless, sharing drinks and banging each other like animals. You followed your friend, dodging the sweaty, naked bodies of the guys trying to impress. Your face was a poem, your anxiety was starting to press on your chest.

But you wanted to do it, for Danielle. It was her first college party being the girlfriend of the captain of the soccer team and you wanted to join her. You walked a little further into the house and saw your neighbors, so you approached them quickly.

At least someone you knew.

It was uncomfortable to be here. The soccer players were looking for prey with their eyes like hungry hunters. Dani had wandered off after a problem with someone to accompany Ruben, so you were left with Piper and Louise chatting.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" you asked the girls after a while, your voice was cracking and you were having trouble breathing.

"Upstairs" Piper pointed out. You nodded and indicated you were on your way back. They didn't know about your problems, so you didn't want to bother them at the party either.

You walked up the stairs dodging the bodies crestfallen so as not to be seen, it was definitely not your environment and you needed some air. And the closest thing to air you had now was to go to the bathroom to wet your face and rest from everything.

You got to the hallway and saw a lot of doors. Damn, aren't they supposed to point to the bathroom? You opened a door and found a couple kissing wildly.

"S-sorry" you pointed out apologetically as the young men looked at you in confusion. You quickly closed it again.

You crossed to the other side of the hallway, trying to feel for a door when the air was unreachable in your chest. You opened the door in front of you and closed it behind you, sighing as you leaned against it, closing your eyes and calming your breathing. The dress you were wearing seemed to be taking away all the sanity you had, it felt suffocating and you wanted to rip it from your body.

Inhale and exhale. You thought caressing your chest when a ringing in your ear echoed, the murmur outside was starting to sound far away and your mind was bursting.

"Hello?" someone said and made you jump in place.

You opened your eyes in shock, when you saw a body on the other side of the room.

"S-sorry, i was looking for the bathroom" you apologized again to a male body staring at you from the balcony door. You turned around on the door, leaning against it, breathing and calming your mind. You weren't alone but at least there wasn't a crowd in front of you.

"Are you okay?" he asked trying to look at you. You were definitely a mess right now. You nodded still with your back turned, you didn't know if he had seen you, but still the words weren't coming out of your mouth.

You felt footsteps coming towards you and tried to turn around shaking a little, the air was starting to go out of you as the boy's body started walking towards you, he positioned himself so close to yours, it scared you.

He was tall and stocky. He was definitely a soccer player. "Do you need help, did you take something?" he asked worriedly trying to help you but when you indicated him not to come closer, he stopped.

"I-i'm fine," you said sighing after a while, now calm.

You resettled yourself by standing up straight. Your breathing had already regulated and your blurry eyes focused on the young man in front of you. His gaze was deep, his dark brown hair matched the black of his eyes, his skin was tanned and his figure was slender. You weren't going to lie, he was handsome. Probably a lot better looking than you thought he was.

"Could i s-stay here for a few seconds?" you asked shyly. The place was quiet, it was a rather manly bedroom and you guessed it was his.

The young man licked his lips squinting his eyes, confused.

"In my room?" he asked. You nodded with a small polite smile. "Sure, you can stay" he agreed.

"Thank you" you thanked arranging your attire which, due to being short of breath, you had disarranged on your way here.

A silence fell between you, the young man was standing near the bed and when you looked up to look at him, he spoke.

"I'm Joao" he introduced himself raising his hand.

You felt a little embarrassed by the situation, the young man, now known as Joao, had seen your panic attack and you didn't know what to say. Whether to explain to him what had happened or ignore the fact that it had happened and act 'normal'.

"Y/n" you said simply.

He nodded. And you bit your lips as you walked slowly moving from your spot, not knowing where to go. You walked up to his wall, silently, waiting for him to say something or not. You didn't quite know what you wanted now.

When you turned to look at him, Joao was following you with his eyes from across the room, watching every move you made. He smiled when your eyes met his and you quickly looked away, nervous.

"You study here?" he wanted to know after a silence.

"Yep" you affirmed.

You were nervous. You could feel him still looking at you as if he had no shame and your heart was pounding. Again there was silence. But you kept moving around the room, looking at his pictures, books, diplomas, posters and everything that hung on his wall.

"Aren't you much of a talker?" he asked with a little laugh.

You smiled sideways, knowing he couldn't see you. You really were a chatty person but you didn't know him and you weren't entirely comfortable.

Joao moved, walking slowly towards you again. And he stopped right behind you, making you swallow saliva as nerves went up your spine.

"Interested in something special?" he whispered close to your ear. "You seem interested"

Your skin crawled. You froze. You shook a little, feeling the heat of his body give off and reach yours. He was so close he was almost brushing against you and you didn't move an inch out of fear.

For some reason, his closeness of felt different.

"J-just curious" you murmured slowly. You seemed stupid but he made you nervous.

He really did arouse curiosity in you.

You didn't know what it was due to. He was handsome and had been a good gentleman so far but you didn't trust him yet. So you walked away from him. You had been doing it since you arrived, every time Joao got close, you ended up walking slyly away from him. But Joao kept following you, getting closer to you.

"I haven't seen you around campus much, who invited you to the party?" he spoke as you crossed from the room to the balcony.

Didn't he have to go to the party downstairs? He looked like someone important on the team, from what you had seen in his portraits, you even saw that he was teammates with Ruben. He was definitely part of the team and you knew very well how they were known around the university.

"I came with my friend, she was invited by someone from the team, it's her new boyfriend" you clarified to her question. You saw the boy smile in satisfaction, it was the first time you said a complete sentence.

Joao made it to the balcony but stayed on the other side, leaning on the railing. He looked refreshing, even the night breeze hit his straight black hair, running from his face.

He was too handsome. You were even embarrassed by the way he made you feel with only minutes of meeting him.

"Ruben?" he questioned raising an eyebrow. You nodded. "You're Danielle's friend?"

"Yep" you said again. He laughed wryly, smiling a little towards you. "What?" you asked at his reaction.

"Danielle was supposed to introduce me to her best friend today," she mentioned clicking her tongue.

Your fingers trembled when you folded your hands behind you, pinching your fingers nervously at her confession.

Damn you, Danielle. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd get you a boyfriend, she'd even been quicker than you thought.

Was she crazy? Joao was very handsome. But he was so different from you, in personality, in popularity, in every aspect. He was a soccer player who would soon become a professional, he was handsome and you not so much, he was popular and you were barely recognized by your teachers. He was a big shot here and you were still trying to find your place here. Their reputation was always bad, people who fuck with others, who are only looking for sex and who don't care about anything. How was someone like him supposed to date you? Just because Danielle had gotten a handsome and popular boyfriend, didn't mean that now you would get someone just like him.

But you couldn't deny that Joao was the closest thing to your kind of guy and that made you feel nervous, even though you didn't look directly at him, his face was still etched in your mind. You had never believed in attraction at first sight but Joao had definitely taken your mind off it.

"She said you were different" he mentioned checking you up and down.

You bit your lips, pulling the parched skin from them. Different? Of course you were. You were so different from everyone else, you were full of problems and you were definitely not like every girl he had ever been around.

"You're much prettier than she described you" he said making you freeze. You blinked trying to figure out if it had been part of your imagination or if he had really said that. You didn't know what to say exactly, it wasn't the first time someone had called you pretty but it was definitely the first time your heart stopped with hearing it and you didn't even know if it was true or if he was trying to impress you.

He pursed his lips flirtatiously, at your silence and shock, starting to take slow but sure steps, until he reached you. He stopped right in front of you, your heart beat faster as you felt his closeness again. Joao was looking directly at you but you could barely hold your gaze before him, his hand rose to the height of your face and took the lock of hair that fell down your face with his fingers, depositing it behind your ear softly.

You clenched the fingers of your hands on impulse, telling yourself to calm down and not lose your sanity, because your nerves were starting to churn in your stomach and your mind was blank. You couldn't even think.

Joao was taller than you and when you looked up to see him, his eyes connected with yours and his fingers deliciously brushed your skin, a shiver ran down your spine.

You didn't know if he was really serious. Or if it was part of his game. You didn't know him and you couldn't trust him. Every jock had a game and you definitely didn't want to be part of his. For that reason you didn't like to associate with these types of people, they weren't serious and it made you anxious and angry. He's just a fuck boy, you can't believe him.

"I-I have to go" you said interrupting the mood. You ran your face breaking his closeness and walked away from him, going towards the door.

"Wait!" you heard him yell but you didn't stop. You opened the door and ran out of the place.

#football imagines #football one shot #imagine #fc barcelona #joao felix x you #joao felix imagine #joao felix #joao felix x reader

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hunieday · 2 months

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Yuki - La'Stiara Rabbit Chat translation

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo

Yuki: 🕺 I saw this emoji and it reminded me of your sleeping posture back when we used to live together

Momo: !?!? lolololololol

Momo: What the hell this is so embarrassing!! 😂 was I really like this 😂 lololol

By the way, since you’re sending me such a mischievous rabbichat, you must be free right now!!!!

Yuki: you get it?

Momo: I get it!!!

The thought of Yuki scrolling through emojis and thinking of me makes my heart race 🥺🥺

Momo: Is it break time over at 'La’Stiara'?

Yuki: Yeah. It's boring without you

Momo: Oh, youuuu~~~ darling ‼ I'm off today, so I’m free as well!

What do you wanna talk about? Let’s take a quiz!

Momo: Is what I would say, but sorry if it sounds childish 😭

Yuki: I’d like to take a quiz

Momo: That's right! That’s the best way to play for someone as handsome as you!!! Alright, here we go!!

Momo: What do I want right now? 😎✨

Yuki: A necklace for everyday wear

Momo: Ding-ding ding-ding 🤩💫

You hit the jackpot! Yuki knows me well, you’re the most handsome...!! (*´艸｀)

You shine brighter than any jewel!!

Yuki: That's right ^^

Momo:

Yuki: The other day you sent me a bunch of URLS for necklaces and asked which one looks good

Momo: Hey how do you remember that lololol

Momo: I thought you forgot because you said any of them would look good 🥺

Yuki: That’s because I genuinely thought any of them would look good on you. It wasn’t that I was disinterested or anything

Momo:

Momo: I am going to buy all of them.

Yuki: Haha

Yuki: Here's a question

Momo: Bring it on lol

Yuki: What’s the first thing I ate in yesterday’s lunch bento box?

Momo: you always come up with tough questions, yuki 😳‼

Momo: But you know what? I got this one in the bag! The answer is "the Broccoli with Bonito Flakes" that came as a side dish!

Yuki: Correct. You got it right

Momo: Yesterday's lunch was from your favorite restaurant! I know you always eat the broccoli first :pudding cheer:

Yuki: Boiling it to perfection makes it delicious

Yuki: You can see through everything Momo. I can't lie to you

Yuki: From sleeping habits to even food preferences, we know everything about each other don’t we

Momo:

Momo: I never thought I'd be so close to you to the point where I’d know everything about you!

Momo: At first I was content with listening to your music from the audience, and then I was content with helping you out and being as useful as possible

Momo: I've become quite greedy...

Momo: Juuust kidding 🥴 sorry for getting sentimental all of a sudden 🤗‼ good luck with the 'La’Stiara' shoot ‼

Yuki: I'm the greedy one

Yuki: Momo, when you told me you liked my songs, you reminded me of the joy of making music and the purpose of my life

Yuki: I want to continue making music with you forever

Momo: Yuki

Momo: Yukiiiiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: Yes?

Momo: You’re so handsome,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: I know.

Momo: Is it really my day off today? am I supposed to be normal after being bombarded with your powerful words??? I can't calm down you know???

Yuki: Momo, what are your plans for today?

Momo: Absolutely nothing!!!

Yuki: I think I’m gonna finish work early today as well

Momo: w which means...!!???? 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Yuki: I'm inviting you to dinner.

Momo: I'm coming!!! I am SO coming!!! Is it okay if I come to your place!?

Yuki: Mhm. I'll buy delicious meat on my way home.Just like that day

Momo: I can’t

Momo: This is not good, Yuki… I might burst into tears if I see your face today

Yuki: If they’re tears of joy then I’m fine with it

Momo: How in the world can I be anything but happy!!!

Back then, our house was so small but was so full of hope

Momo: Now we live in a big house, but we haven't changed at all

Yuki: That's right. We are sharing the music we make together with the world as idols

Yuki: Always, and forever, nothing will ever change.

Momo: Thank you, Yuki. Those words bring me so much relief, they’re like a good luck charm for me. I feel like I can do anything.

Momo: I’ll be waiting for you to finish your shoot!!

Yuki:

TL NOTES:

Yuki says "just like that day" in reference to a re:member scene where he uses money he gets from Chiba Shizuo during their debut days to buy Momo expensive meat. Yuki cries from happiness on his way home, which is why he tells Momo he's fine with tears of joys.

My god they make me so violent /pos

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #re:vale #orikasa yukito #sunohara momose #rabbit chat #id7 #la stiara #rabbitchat

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yamamasjumpercables · 26 days

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For Tonight

Part 2

Warnings: kissing and cussing nothing big💃🏾

a/n: finally found inspiration so I could finish writing this

For tonight, I'm yours

So deny the truth

We'll stay behind closed doors

It’s been 2 months since you and Matt had your biggest argument ever. You were still hurt by the words that slipped out of Matt’s mouth. You wanted a break from him, his voice, his touch, everything that reminded you of him. Every call, text, insta or snap dm. You ignored all of it. You haven’t eaten as much or slept as much, even though you didn’t want anything to do with him at the moment. You just hoped he was thinking about you. Matt on the other hand was stressing out. You not answering any of his attempts to get you back in is arms gave him panic attacks left and right, in which his brothers tried to help him calm down. He was stumped he didn’t know what to do to fix what he fucked up. Nick and Chris still refused to tell him what to do to win you back. Matt blew up your phone every chance he got, and when he was in any videos the triplets had filmed he never spoke as much only thinking about you. At this point you were all he could think about. Your laugh, face, smile, voice, touch. He needed a plan, and a good one at that.

Cause all I wanna do is lie with you

Even though it's wrong to lie with you

We've become numb to what we know is wrong

Matt decided if he was gonna get your attention he needed to see you. He drove to your place and knocked on your door waiting for you to answer it. You walked to your front door looking through the peephole to see, Matt with a little smile hoping you’d answer the door. You opened your door slightly just enough for him to see your face. “What do you want”. You say annoyed. “Y/n I’m so sorry for what I said to you, I didn’t mean it I was just so upset” Matt said apologetically. “First you could’ve told me this over text, and it’s not only what you said it’s just the way you have been acting lately, and those had to be your true words that came out from all your anger” You said sternly. “I tried calling and texting you but you never answer me-“ Matt was cut off by you. “Why are you here Matthew” You ask annoyed. “I was here because I wanted to see your face, I miss you so much Y/n I can’t live without you and I can’t sleep without knowing how hurt I made you feel” Matt said trying to grab your hand that was on the door, in which you took your hand back. “Please Y/n forgive me for what I have done to us, you and this relationship”Matt said tears rolling down his face. “Matt I can’t fully forgive you knowing, that we would end up back in the same situation once again and it leads to a full on fucked up break up” You say with watery eyes. “Let’s just take it slow then Y/n, just like when we first met” Matt says wiping the tears that feel down your face. “Ok, ok what do you have in mind” You ask looking at the blue eyed boy. “Meet me at the dance studio, and wear something nice” Matt said excitedly. “Umm ok what time” You asked him confused. “Nine on the dot” Matt says messing with his silver ring that was on his ring finger. “Ok see you then” you say softly closing the door.

But no one knows but us

The feelings rush every single time we touch

Even though it's what we want

Nine o’clock couldn’t come sooner for Matt. He had a everything set up, all he had to do was get dressed and not fuck his only chance to get you back. You were currently getting ready for what Matt had planned out for you. You had a nice dress on that hugged you perfectly, gold accessories bringing out your complexion. Your face was beat. You had did a nice style with your hair that framed your perfectly. You put on some perfume and started heading out. The studio was a good 10 minutes from your place and it was already 8:30. Matt was in the studio setting up the music and fixing the lighting in the room. He had bout your favorite flowers and wore the cologne that you loved on him.

Can't keep this up for long

But I just, I just don't wanna leave you

Might just, might just throw away the reasons why

It was finally nine o’clock. You walked into the dimly lit studio, seeing Matt in his best outfit, holding your favorite Flowers, and rose petals on the floor. He had on the biggest smile from seeing you. Every time Matt saw you his heart would beat out of his chest, palms would start getting a little sweaty, he’d practically lose his voice, and stop breathing. It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Matt was always a nervous wreck for you. “You did all this for me” you asked him with watery eyes, you tried not to cry after seeing what he did. “I know it isn’t much, but I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me dispite the shit we go through I love you so much I don’t see myself with anybody else but you” Matt says with tears rolling down his face. You start walking towards him tears on your face. “Matt I love you so much, I miss you everyday I wake up to my empty bed it hurts me so bad” You say wiping Matt’s tears. “I just miss you, all of you Y/n” Matt says putting the flowers down, grabbing you hand placing them on his shoulder. Matt places his hands on your waist not before taking his phone and playing the music.

We both can't lay here

And secret, secret, both gotta keep it

Honest, honest, that's just a game we know (know)

We both can't play

The song that was playing was the same song that was playing when you and Matt first said “I love you”. This song meant a lot to the both of you. You and Matt were dancing together just a simple two step, looking into each other’s eyes. Admiring the person in front of them and how crazy they are over each other. “You look beautiful Love” Matt says taking your hand spinning you around. “Thank you, you look handsome Matt” You say putting you arms back in it’s position around Matt’s neck. You both couldn’t take the tension anymore. Matt pulled you into a passionate kiss. All your feelings was sealed in that kiss. You and Matt will never fade apart, you guys will forever be together forever. Too obsessed with each other to let each other go and risk them finding someone who could never love them like the other did. For tonight and always you guys were each other’s.

For tonight, I'm yours

So deny the truth

We'll stay behind closed doors

'Cause all I wanna do is lie with you

Even though it's wrong, I'll lie with you

This took a little minute(a while) but I finally finished this little series 💃🏾💃🏾🤝🏾

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #yamamasjumpercables #Spotify

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aggressivenesswhilecrying · 4 months

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Home on sea, lost in the land

Summery:

In of which the crew are simple people, dedicated lives. Species don't mean much, not really, and in thus tail, we focus on the world our love sick pirates live in

Featuring martyn being a little shit, a bustling sea town, and absolutely no plot

No trigger warning that I'm aware of!!

Not beta read or edited!!

(This is a Christmas gift to @chocolate-cake-enthusiast!! I'm sorry it's so late in the night, I ment to post it earlier, but the Google docs wasn't working, and it was a disaster!! Check the end of the fic for a little note afterwards<3)

It's only normal these days to wake up to swaying floors and messy noise. Light peaking through every little corner of the living quarters, lighting the room up like a second sun, directly into his eyes. With squinted eyes, and tired moments, he slrolled over, over, sat up in the center of his hammock, he sets his feet on the wooden floor, feeling as it sways, as it tries to knock him over. With a yawn, and the wave of his hand, he stumbles to the closed door, avoiding all his shipmates sleeping positions, some beds already empty. Slowly creaking open the door, he let warm sunlight reach his eyes. Let the salt reach his lungs.

The as he stumbled out to door, his shoulder slammed into the doorway, causing him to hiss and curse in pure pain. But he managed to keep his nosies of pain down as he stumbled onto the deck. The image of the fae captain, scar, and his first mate. A human named grian, leaning against the rials softly chatting made a small grin spread onto martyns lips. The longing for sea in his dried scales bothering him just slightly, his spices calmed and smoothed against his skin.

Slow and soft steps across the deck let his mind wake just slightly. Glancing up he can see jimmy in the crows nest, the siren no doubt feeling like he's cooked alive as birds try to nip at him. Martyn couldn't imagine being up straight in the sun all day and most of the night. He could already feel his tail flicking at just the idea.

He finds himself also drifting to the rails where grian and scar are, the soft conversation making his heart swell with joy.

"I don't know, I'm thinking that the harvest port would be the best to stop at, its a little far, but if im right cleo has some family there? And no one else has family around the area" Scars said, voice a soft whisper that barely reached martyns ears. Arms folded on the sturdy, but throughly well loved arm rails.

Grian hummed voice unsure as his fingers tapped along his forearm. A steady rhythm that almost sounded like music.

"I don't know, harvest is a little too close to the capital...going there would mean the risk of guards spotting us, and I'm not too comfortable with that.." grians brow scrunched bitting at his lip. Which in turn made scars own brow scrunch at grians worry. There was a reason grian was the first mate. Scar wasn't the best captain. He was great at it, yes, but he lacked that sort of thinking ahead.

Scars hand started to reach for grians face, and martyn decided it was time to ruin the moment, as they clearly hadn't heard him or saw him walk up.

Leaning his own arms on the rails quickly, almost slamming into them and turning to be leaning just over them to be loking at Scar. Startling the two. Scars hand jerking back, and turning a light blue in the cheeks, grians own lightling up slightly.

"What are we talking about?" Martyn asked in a normal tone with a chuckle. Face scrunching as he started at the two with a smug almost knowing smirk.

Grian slid his arm down to his side, where scar couldn't see it, and flipped martyn off, which in turn got him slapped by the mers tail.

"Oh, just where we're stopping next, with the hoildays coming up, we were thinking of stopping somewhere to celebrate, unsure of where." Scar said, voice laced with humor and charm that had martyn not blaming grian for his fancy towards the man. His captins coat open showing the large gashes across his chest in the form of Scars. The large star like cuts under where his breath once where displayed proudly. Martyn had actually been the one to help make the Scars look that way. After having them removed, one day after drinking far far too much, scar had told martyn he wished he had cooler top Scars, and well, the rest was history, now wasnt it?

Nodding simply martyn looked back out to the sea. "We could stop at the timber tide port? That's where me, Jimmy, lizzie, and Scott are from? We don't have any family there, but it's almost completely filled with mer people, and they have a large parade for the middle of winter. Lots of dancing, shopping, shows of magic, all sorts of things." He suggested, slightly rambling about his home, but he doesn't think the two mind when grian nods. Thinking about it for a second, still narrowed. A large pin holding the front of his hair back so they can see the way his forehead wrinkles as he starts to nod a little more, turning to scar.

"I thought you guys were from alice town?" He turns to martyn, face still scrunched, tiltung it at him slightly with a confused look. His sleeveless shirt barely even hanging onto his body. Letting the almost cold air pass through. His brown pants lose and holding on just by his hips, far too long and bunched around his ankles, and they looked big enough that martyn would even say they seemed to be scars. "No, that's just where you found us, we never actually told you guys" Martyn chuckles, watching as the man nodded looking back to the sea, as if the open water will tell him the answer and let him know the future. Empty silence filling the area as grian brought back up his hand, tapping away.

"it's in a swampy area, so there is almost no way gaurd will be there?" Martyn couldn't exactly tell you where that logic made sense, but It felt right on his tongue. In all honesty, he didnt remember much about the area, but Ren was supposed to be there, hidden away in the crowd. And grian seemed to give him an almost knowing look as he turned to scar. The captain smiling brightly, and with a nod, grians full of thought eyes looked right at martyn, and with the way he stared right through his very soul, martyn can't believe he's human.

“We'll talk about it. No promises.” Grians voice was almost stern as he the scared man nodded to the door just across the deck, the doors to the captain's quarters. Rolling his eyes martyn pushes off the rails, dramatic sigh leaving his lips as he walks to the nearest sail post, webbed hands reaching down and holding the still wet thing of rope.

By the time martyn walked back, the two were gone. Which isn't very surprising. And with the morning sun oh his back, and the sounds of the crew waking up, martyn tied one end of the too long rope around his waist tightly, the other end around the rails of the ship. With a huff, martyn looks out to the bright colors. The clouds drifting across the almost cotton candy sky, rich with morning moisture, and making martyn feel far too dried out.

Attempting to wiggle out of his thin night shirt, Martyn could hear the quite talking coming from somewhere on the deck. And yet he paid them no mind as he tossed his shirt onto the deck, and sent himself hurdling off the edge of the ship, rope coming with him.

Starting down at the map, grian and scars eyes didn't leave the nearly secluded area. Days worth of travel away from ant other civilization, even on horse, I would take near a weak if ridding. A sea cliff city. A small port on a lower bay, then at least an hour of hiking to even make it to the city itself.

“I mean…it's not a bad place..?” Scars voiced sounded almost amassed as he glanced up at grian. Green eyes far too unusual. But still just as enticing. The far having the sort of magic around him that almost made you want to agree with everything he said.and grian could almost huff at whatever kind of attempt scar was making.

“Yeah, but martyn also has a thing going on with the king…Ren could very well be there waiting.” grian weakly chuckled, almost as amassed, but still focused. He couldn't count on his fingers how often martyn swayed scar to stop at a port. And then the very next day they saw the poorly disguised king clinging to martyn like a young women who just found her first sailor. Drawn to the distance, and the danger of a pirate.

Scar was silent for a second, the boat slowly rocking, eyes wrinkling, before turning his head up, a determined grin on his face. And grian knew they were doomed. “Yes…but have you heard of the festival? Ive met sailors desperate to go see it back in the navy. But the waters are too dangerous for even most navy ships, and they don't get much of a break.” The captin chuckled, slowly coming to stand up straight, his attitude not changing, as he reached to his side with nimble hands, pulling out a dager with a blade made out of quartz. It wasn't all the usefully, but it certainly was a fancy way to mark a map.

Scared and tanned hand set it on the table, and even with the pink on grins cheeks, he let out an almost disappointed sigh, mostlywith himself as he grapped the danger. Hand fitting comfortably around the handle as if it was made for him to hold.

“Whatever you say, captain.” And the dagger dug right Into the thin paper. Right over the small sea side village.

And honestly? Grian didn't expect it to quite look like this. The towering clif to be carved with what looks to be ancient religious text. For little mers, with big round eyes, and thick and spiked tails, and fins larger then their head to be diving off the cliff that would almost tower over the Castle itself. The doc covered in boxes of fish, and even more crates, a few small fishing ships passing in and out. The mer folks chatting.and sone even with wet hair in the chill temperature. All the crew out on deck. Large grins, and with small bags of coins.

With years spent with the 4 mers aboard the same ship, grian had come to learn of the antifreeze deep in their blood. Even as the crew themselves started to wearing thicker clothing, and keep the inside of the boat heated, well. Lizzie stood against the railing, clawed hands digging into the wood, and for a second grian is almost scared it's gonna break. The lure hanging from her forehead giving off a soft white that grian can barely see, white and cloudy eyes look directly at the land coming closer. The small fins inplace of her ears folded back, and gills fluttering around her neck. Hands tap along the rails of the ship, and grian is a little worried she’ll jump overboard, but with how often martyn does it, he can't say he's actually tooworried. And thin, silky fabric, bunches around her waist.

He was told it was a cultural dress, giving to all members on that day they “grow into their fins” he doesn't question but stares slightly at the tealfabric, flowing down, but cutting off at her ankles, a hole in the back designed with lizzies short, almost triangle tail in wind. Sewn on shell causing her dress to clank with each turn. The top a slightly less see-through pink, the sleeves acting more like a scarf then anything else. And with grians scarft tight around his neck, and his wool under layers on, grian almost wishes he could just feel so comfortable in such little clothing.

As the island comes into view, it's clear all their in their town clothing. Outfits clearer then they've been in months. Hair brushed. just looking at the mers of the ship, it seems like they scrubbed each individual scale. Etho and joel seemed to have brushed their fur like their lives depended on it. Cleos stiching looks brand new. Scar is actually qearing a shirt under his coat. Bdubs looks like someone helped water him these last few day with how green his coat is, and yet grian cant see a single area where the vines peek out of his clay mold. And grian won't deny they all look good, when they aren't somehow covered in dirt, sea water, and smell of week old sweat.

Scar manning the wheel, and grian barking out orders to help with the docking as they pull into the harbor. Easily the biggest ship there. They lower the red, yellow, and green flag as everyone makes work.

Salt in the air is something the burns, but grian can't taste it, as the cold bites even harder.

Martyn can't express thr joy he feels as he reaches the gates, having ran ahead of the group the second it came into view, out of breath due to the uphill run, he turns around only for jimmy to crash into him, leaving him giggling loudly. They almost tip over, but martyn manages to stop the fall, arms wrapping around jimmy as he squeezes tightly shaking the man.

They don't say anything more then loud, unbelieving laughs as they hold and shake each other as hard as possible.

Looking up and meeting Jimmy's eyes, brings not a single butterfly to his stomach, as his hands reach out, grabbing Jimmy's face and kissing for just a moment out a pure joy, he can hear the crew snickering back just a little bit down the trail, before a nether born and a fellow mer start shoving martyn away, a laugh on their lips as tango and Scott continue to elbow him from both sides. Making martyn sway, he eventually puts his hands up and backs up.

“Hey, now come onnnnn, rhats just meaaannn, especially since we had that four-” martyns teasing words are quickly cut off by tango kicking him in the balls, a high groan of pain leaves martyn as he doubles over, grabbing his spot of pain, looking at jimmy in betrayal, as the flustered siren hides his face, and laughs loudly at his pain.

“Martyn. Judt shut up.” Scott giggles out as he layers an arm around Jimmy's waist, pulling the much taller siren to his side. Scotts fins flaring out, as jimmy cant help but laugh more falling onto scotts side, hunched over with his head on his shoulder, back curved as he laughs loudly, tail flicking across the dirt in joy.

Tangos hair roars, and martyn can see how the ground around his feet is slightly scorched.

Martyn ends up walking in, flipping the rest of the crew off as he decides to wander to the market, coins at his side. And spikes along his spin poking up, as his small tail looks to be a slight danger, semi puffed up. Leaving the groups snickering.

Martyn quickly finds himself an inn. Making sure to reserve a room for the next few nights, before he hits the town. The sun has started to set, leaving it all painted in sweet yellows as a few mers go around, lighting up lanterns.

Now, martyn is aware most people aren't aware, but fish are most active at night, or early morning. And so. The two market is just starting to fill with stalls, and lights. Martyns shoes tied around his waist as so he could walk bare foot. His clawed and webbed feet making it all the more easier to enjoy it.

The moon cast a loving glow on the town and its people, and martyn can see the gentle glow of some of his scales. And as he looks around. He sees others, in the cool winter air, also glowing.

His hands drift along the small metal piece. A decoration that goes around your jaw, made to look like wolf teeth. A truly stunning silver color.

Martyn doesnt hesitate as he talks with the seller in an almost deamy state, he finds himself almost getting land sick with how often he's on sea. But he doesn't say anything as he slides over the far too many coins. And gently slips on the garment. It fits nicely, a bit lose, but he can't help but feel excited to wear it.

Martyn will argue with you to the death about it, but he most definitely buys far too much jewelry, and gets his shoes shinned, and buys the local newspaper, and gets a set of tiny little wolves made out of bone. And maybe he stopped at the tavern. Made he let himself have a nice drink. And maybe his coins for the day is almost out. But when his shoulder hits a man wearing a red cloak in the passing streets, he's very aware he isn't a mer. Nor apart of his crew. Throwing himself around, he's met with a sight that take his breath away, standing there, seeming to have planned it. With his commoner clothing on, and a shirt far too open, is Ren. His king.

Martyn can't say he remembers much of the night, but he knows Ren tasted like home. And felt like heaven. Every last bit of him.

Grians breath catches in his throat, he had been at the town, for maybe two days. Two days of seeing the village's wonders, two days of spending far too much money, and two days of not seeing a wink of most of his crew. He'd seen jimmy about three times, having spent the c first day with Scott and tango, spending the second with lizzie, joel, Scott, and this one of the town they all aparently knew, a clown fish mer named Owen.

He'd seen mumbo quite a bit tho, the first half of the first day, mumbo was on his own, before the rest of the time he hung out with grian and scar, not wanting to go anywhere. Etho was off an on, hed seen etho with almost everyone, bdubs normally following.

All in all, grian was completely alone in his stay at an inn. No one else from the crew staying there. The inn keep had told him at half down to come in, yo come in, hang out, and wait for the sun to set.

In which he had busied himself with a sewing needle and a torn shirt. It would probably be best to ask cleo to do it, but without a book, or much of anything, sewing seems like the best bet.

Suddenly, he can hear music, between the thin walls, something loud, happy, they makes him wonder just how beautiful it's gonna be. The entire trip Martyn had talked up the festival. Not shutting up about just how beautiful is is.

Slowly steps down the stairs, creaking every few moment. It wonky take a second for him to reach the bottom of the stairs. The door to leave the inn wide open. Letting grian see the glimpses of the festival.

Of bright colors across the streets, of everyone in thin silky dresses, dancing, and twirling to the music.

And grian almost hesitates. Almost. But slow easy steps leave the inn. Walking into the the streets as the sun sets.

The lanterns that once hung all around the roads, now with stained glass, lighting up the town.and grian leaves his shoes at the door. Walking out into the midst of the dancing, that seems to fill every road.

He feels under dressed in the middle of it all. As bright colors fill his vision. He slowly walks down the path to the market place as he feels his mind spasm with pure awe.

Everyone moves to naturally, like this is where they belong, in the fast moments, music louder then the ringing in grians ears. And grian almost swears he's in a fantasy novel, as people turn.

Some are as wet as can be, and they laugh so loudly as water goes flying. Some women has her hair in what seems to be bubble braids as she stomps, kicking and sending dirt flying with a smile.

Everyone is glowing, the lanterns not the only thing lighting up the sky.

Some little boy about half grians height with glowing pink eyes breaks his trance. The octopus mer having 8 arms, and horizontal slits in his eyes, grabs grians hands, pulling him into the spinning.

And grian laughs. Of course he does. It's high, and near a shrill as the young boy spins grian. The boys pink dress fanning out as he let's out a similar laugh. Grian feels himself bump into someone, about to apologize, untill they take him as their dance partner, before leading him stumbling into someone else.

Grian isn't quite sure how long he dances, but at some point, he knows all the words, and he can feel his voice wearing down.

(Hi!! You made it!! Listen cake, I'm aware we haven't known each other long, but you have very quickly become an important part of my life<33 I'm sorry most of the time I text you, I'm tripping, it's not ment in ill intentions!! It's just that I generally feel safe enough with you, to talk, and call, and all that, with you, when in that state. When I'm lonely, and everything feels weird, you're the first person I think about. Also, I really liked that cowboy hat you showed me, I don't think I expressed that!! It was a really cool hat!! I generally enjoy talking to you, and when you ranted to me after a breakdown, it made my heart soar. I really hope you know, you're not a secondary friend of mine, even with my girlfriend, you place super high up there, as someone I'm close with<333)

(I'm sorry I spoiled most of it that one time, but I hope even with the slightly changed plot, you like it<33)

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magician-kitty · 1 year

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Red Son x MK x Nezha x Macaque x GN!Reader

Context: They make you mad and they suffer for what’s coming. 😌

(P.S. you might hear some ghetto talking)

Macaque🌙

You couldn’t see what the problem was, you couldn’t see why he was upset. Recently you met Sun, The Monkey King himself and surprisingly he’s a swell guy; a little too flamboyant but a swell guy.

Too bad a certain boyfriend was too less than thrilled about his girl getting “buddy-buddy” with that guy.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, I mean Sun didn’t seem all that bad.” You watched as Macaque paced back in forth in anger.

“It does matter, you’re my girl and i want it to stay that way. Wukong is the type of guy who does whatever he wants with no regard for others!”

You sigh and rubbed a migraine that was coming. You were fully awake of their history together and while you completely sympathized with him, don’t you think it’s time he’d let that (Beep) go.

“Baby, don’t you think….That it’s time to let it go? It’s been, I dunno centuries? Surely-“ you were cut off by Macaque.

“Oh, I see. Of course you’d take his side. Everyone always takes his side. Monkey King this, Monkey King that, I thought my girlfriend all of people would support me but Nooo; you just have to be-“

Uh oh, he just set a bomb off. In 3….2….1…💥

(SLAP!)

You’re hand was stinging from the bitch slap you just gave to the shadow simian. No this bitch, did not just implied you were cheating!? Nuh-uh, you weren’t having it.

“Okay Macaroni, I’m gonna ignore all of that all because you’re angry and clearly not thinking straight. So I’m gonna bounce, and when you’ve calm down, give me a call. Bye baby” And just like that, you were gone.

Later on you were welcomed by a mount of flowers and small trinkets, his way of saying he’s sorry I guess.

“Sugarplum, I’m really sorry. I just- I mean- you’re my everything and I don’t want to-“ you hushed him and pulled him into your arms, gently combing your fingers through his silky fur.

“It’s okay baby, all is good. Just remember that I’m always gonna be here for you, always. But don’t you ever accuse me of something like that again, or else I’ll (Beep) your (Beep) straight up ‘til Sunday.

Oh damn, to him you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad! 🥰

Nezha🪷

You knew the consequences of dating royalty, and said royalty just happened to the Lotus Prince himself.

You loved Nezha, you really do. But sometimes….Ugh!😤 You couldn’t take it with his possessiveness, not to mention his overprotective nature. You can’t seem to go anywhere without tight supervision and you were starting to get sick and tired of it.

“Nezha, my love. You know I’ve never questioned you before but…This is ridiculous man! I can’t go anywhere without you scrutinizing me. I-I feel smothered. I am fully capable of looking after myself!”

“No, I insist on this. You have no idea of the constant dangers of the celestial world. Countless demons will try to find you because of your, purity and they will-“

You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed him by the shirt(or whatever he’s wearing) and looked him dead in his face. “You listen to me and listen good: I will not be treated as some mere fragile object and be cooped up in here forever. If you refuse to listen to me, then I shall take my leave.”

You turned to leave his castle, despite his pleas, you just needed some space right now, that’s all. You went to favorite hiding place and decided to mess around on your favorite instrument(flute for right now)

youtube

As you were too caught up in the melody, you failed to notice that Nezha had found you and was listening to your song.

“You always did had the most amazing music in the world, my love. (Sigh) I…I wish to apologize, I never mean’t for you to feel as if you were nothing but a fragile thing. I care deeply about you and-and the thought of loosing you just-“

Aww, now he’s crying 😢

Damn it, you couldn’t stay mad at him, you offered your hand gesturing him to come sit with you, you lay him down as his head rested on your lap. “It’s fine, my sweet prince. All is forgiven, just remember I want to be there by your side by any means necessary, even if that means I have to fight every demon in my way.

He sighed as he relaxed in your lap. “Your words are so precious to me. Could you carry on with your music, please?”

Red Son🔥🌶️

What is this guy’s problem, seriously it’s not like this ain’t happened before?

Your sweetheart, Red Son has suffered another humiliating defeat from “Noodle Boy” as he called him and he’s fuming in anger, literally.

“Sweetie calm down before you set something on fire-“

“I can’t! I need to be able to defeat him. He’s my enemy and that way I can finally show my father I can be of use to him. I figured you of all people would appreciate it if you’d at l least li-

Nope, no way in hell he’s gonna finish that sentence. You warned him what would happen if he called you a “Peasant” again.

So you’d grabbed him by the family jewels 💎

“Baby, I know you’re upset and you have my undying support, but don’t ever call me “Peasant” again, okay?”

(Whimpering) “Y-yes my dear, whatever you wish.”

You giggled and gives him a big smooch on the cheek. You can’t stay mad at your little firecracker.

MK🍜

It’s another day of The Great Wall Race, and you were aiming to win. And you were hoping to get some support from your baby Sokk- (Ahem, wrong fandom) MK! Your baby, MK.

But instead, he decided to race against you. Ain’t that a (Beep)

“Hey sweetie, hope you don’t mind if I race with you, is that okay!?” 😄

Okay, now he’s gonna get it. First, he’s got no clue what he’s doing and frankly, he’s going to get himself killed.

Makes things even worse since that whiny (Bleep) Red Son and his family are too!

In the end MK and Mei won the race and won the trophy. You laughed your ass off when MK thought he won the actual peach of immortality.

“Haha-haha! Looks like things didn’t go your way Huh, MK”

“Yeah, look babe I’m, I’m sorry about the whole thing. You’re the racer and I’m not. That’s why I love you too much.”

You whimpered and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, you love this boy too damn much.

(Well that’s it, I was gonna add Sun to this but didn’t really felt like it.)

#monkie kid macaque #lmk monkie kid #monkie kid mk #lmk red son x reader #lmk nezha #nezha x reader #lmk mk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #Youtube

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blankiebloo · 1 year

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I'll try.

I do realize that I have some things I'm already working on, but this popped into my head and felt a little bit more important to me-

Characters: Childe x Gn!Reader, Venti x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression, cutting, slight mention of a eating disorder

Venti

You two used to hang around each other almost everyday, but recently, he's noticed that you've started to hang around people less and less. He's noticed all of the changes in your behavior: he's noticed that on your days off, you don't seek anyone out anymore, you're actually not seen at all. And when you are around, you look skinnier than before like you haven't been eating; and your eyes are all red too.

He caught you leaving your house on one of your days off for the first time in a while, he was so happy that you left your house that he followed you, he followed you all the way to Starsnatch Cliff and watched as you sat down close to the edge..too close to the edge.

"You know, it isn't safe sitting that close to the edge," he spoke, finally making himself known as he stepped closer to you. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you sat that close on purpose.." his voice was quiet and somber unlike his normal cheery tone.

You turned your head to the side as you watched him sit next to you. He looked at the sky in front of you, his gaze soft and worried. He didn't need you to tell him what was wrong, and he figured that you didn't wish to speak by how quiet you were.

He turned his gaze to your stiff and saddened expression, you looked so tired. "Do you wish to talk to me, my friend? I know I'm no professional but, I'm sure it's better to finally get your feelings out there instead of bottling them up, hm?" He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak or not.

You nodded and looked in front of you, gazing at the horizon but also gazing somewhere far away, some place no one could touch. You opened your mouth, and the words that you spoke instantly made Venti's heart drop, "Venti, I don't want to live anymore." Your expression was so cold and unbothered, it was like what you said was something so normal, something everyone says.

"[Name], what-" he reached out and touched your shoulder only to pull his hand back when you hissed in pain at the touch. "[Name]. Could you show me your shoulder."

His voice sounded so serious, you looked at him and your eyes started to tear up, your lip quivered as you started crying. "Venti, I-I can't do this anymore! It's getting so hard now, I don't want to live like this anymore!" You hid your face in your hands as you continued to sob.

His gaze softened as he continued to look at you, he reached out and pulled you into him and caressed your head. "Live like what?"

"Live how I am!" You yelled into his blouse, grabbing onto it. "I don't want to live hoping that tomorrow will be better only for it to be the same! I want to be happy and be able to calm myself down when I panic, not cut myself to calm down! It gets so hard to continue on living just for the sake of living, what's the point of living if I'm just going to die in the end?"

Venti's heart sank as he held you closer to himself, "[Name], I may not know everything about you and everything that happens in your life, but I promise you, that your life is worth every breathe I have."

His hug got tighter, but it didn’t hurt; you moved your face to look at his and he was already staring at you. "You deserve to live a life full of happiness, [Name]. Promise me that you'll live, promise me that you'll try?"

Tears started to fall faster as you nodded and buried your face into his chest again, sobbing your emotions out as you tried your best to stable yourself.

"I'll try, Venti. I'll try to do it."

He smiled as he kissed the top of your head. The wind had started to pick up as he sat there with you in his arms, slowly swaying back 'nd forth, he need not play any music to calm you down, for the winds played the song of his heart, and it sang out to you, begging for you to hear it and give your life a chance.

You two sat in silence except for your sniffling. You felt him squeeze your arm twice before he says, "I'd still really like to see your shoulders though, [Name]. I need to make sure those cuts don't get infected."

"Alright." You sit up and loosen your shirt a bit so he can check your shoulders, and as he does so you continue to look up and watch as the sun sets, focusing back on that place you see somewhere far away where nobody else can go.

Childe

Usually when you two spar, he'd barely hold back, but you weren't really sparring back with him. You were more like, slowly dogging and practically hitting him very lightly.

"Comrade, are you okay? You don't really seem to be in the sparring mood today," he stopped fighting as soon as he spoke, not wanting you to get distracted and get hurt.

It's like that question just broke you, and you started crying and sniffling. Childe rushed up to you worried, "Hey, hey, it's okay, whats wrong?" He asked as he pulled you into a hug.

"Childe, I...I want you to kill me."

His eyes widened and he pulled away and stared at you, concern, shock, confusion, it was all over his face as he started to question you fairly loud, "Kill you?! Why would I kill you?! Comrade, whats wrong? Why would you ever ask me to do that?"

You started to sob as your fist hit his chest, "Why won't you?! Why won't you just end my suffering already?! You were so willing to before when you mistook me for the traveler! Why not now?!"

He grabbed your wrist with one hand and your chin with the other as he forced you to meet his gaze, "Because I care for you! I don't want you to die, I want you to live out your life to the fullest and make memories!"

He stepped back and took your hands in his. "I want you to take care of yourself."

"But why should I?" Your tone was bitter. "We all live just to die anyways, why not make it go faster?"

Childe looked stunned. His brows furrowed as he spoke again, "You should live because the world always has a place for you to be happy and free. And you just haven't found it yet, and I don't think you should give up, not yet not ever."

"Promise me, that you'll live, that you'll go out and make your mark on peoples lives and make yourself smile. You deserve to be happy."

You wipe your tears off and look to the side. "I can't promise you that. But I'll promise you that I'll try."

"Try?! But, [Name]-"

"I don't like to make promises that I know I'll go back on, that is why I can't promise you anything other than the fact that I'll try. I'll try because you asked me to." You stare into his eyes, your gaze serious and pained.

He sighs and places a hand on your shoulder, "Fine, at least try. Thank you." He kisses your cheek. "Go home and get some rest, Comrade, all that crying can make you tired." He smiles and walks away with a wave.

You place your hand on your shoulder as you watch him walk away, a pitiful and numb smile lays on your face as you speak, "I'll try."

A/N: I know that this won't fit for all people, but this is how I have felt and I took all of the things that reader has said from my own head.

I get that it's hard, and I was just struggling when I came up with idea to write this, but please, at least try. We're all trying and so am I, try because you never know when it might get better.<3

#blank writes!♡#genshin fluff #genshin comfort #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #Childe fluff #Childe comfort #Childe x gn!reader #Childe x reader #Childe x you #Venti fluff #Venti comfort #Venti x gn!reader #Venti x reader #Venti x you

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xxxsaturnxx · 10 months

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False accusations

modern!au

pairing modern!abby anderson × f/reader

characters; reader*, abby anderson, readers parent(s). ellie williams (mentioned), owen moore (mentioned),

Cw: strong language, some plot, some p*rn, arguments/accusations, suggested infidelity (cheating), mentions of owen

Im kinda rusty so please be kind(I AM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG )

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾

It had been a long day. Woke up early, got ready for work, got to work, didn't have any breaks, then went to my ex's, and got home later than I wanted to. Which would definitely cause some problems with Abby. Oh, boy... I wasn't ready for the arguing and accusations. But maybe she was already asleep.

And mad at me.

Fuuuuck.

I slipped the key into the lock, slowly turning them to unlock the door, sneaking in with caution and ease. Something I've been good at since... Forever, I guess.

The coast was clear. No lights on, no tv shows playing, no music, no nothing. I let out a sigh of relief, fist pumping the air in excitement. I would rather Abs be asleep and mad at me instead of awake and arguing. She never really liked me being out late anyways unless she was there.

Flick. A light turned on, casting a big, mean shadow.

Oh fuck. No, no, no.

"Did you have fun out today?" Abby stood im the hallway, her shadow looming over me. She was beyond pissed. I did not need to look at her to know, I could feel and hear it. "Meet up with some friends?"

*What?" | dropped my bag on the floor and hung up the keys,

"Abby, I've been at work since morning. What're you on about?" turning to her with a confused look.

*You work from nine in the morning to seven at night."

"Yeah?"

"It's almost ten, Y/N! Where were you?" Abby marched over to me, crossing her huge arms across her chest and glaring down at me.

"Abby, I don't have time for this. I was getting a few things from my mom, that's all.” I partially lied. I wasn't with my mom but I was retrieving some of my belongings from my ex.

"Yeah? Or were you out fucking Ellie?"

I gave her a disgusted look, shaking my head at her. Not because of who she said I was with but because of her accusation. She knows I would never cheat on her. Not now, not ever. Why would she even think that?

"Fucking, excuse me?"

"Does this look familiar?" Abby pulled up a photo of me and Ellie speaking to one another, fiddling with our hands, a nervous smile present on both parties lips, "Owen sent me a photo of you two together.

My eyes snapped up to hers, now raging at the name coming out of her mouth, "fucking, who!? Owen!?" | scoffed, rolling my eyes at her and shaking my head, "why's he still in your contacts? Why do you have his number?"

"Don't turn the tables on me, Y/N. Answer me."

At that point, I was already fed up with her bullshit, waving my hand in her face as I walked down the hall to our shared bedroom. Abby chased me down, hot on my heels.

"Fuck you, Abigail."

"Fuck me? No, Y/N, fuck you!" Abby's voice cracked a bit, not because she was crying but because she had been raising her voice at me and she hated doing so.

I scoffed at her rebuttal and tried to slam the door but abby caught it with her foot just in time, "The reason I have his number is so he can take my shifts like how i did for our anniversary!"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed again “ Yeah right how do i know that you haven’t been fucking behind my back then!” Abby had a pained look on her face.

“Do you seriously think that i would cheat on you? After everything!” Abby swung the door open so roughly it shook the wall. “Of course not but why would you think i would do that to you? Especially since you know how my last relationship ended and how badly it fucked me up!”

My eyes were tearing up as i remember how badly it hurt when i walked in on Ellie and Dina on our anniversary a few years back. Abby sighed and rubbed her face with her hands in an attempt to calm down.

“I-i look I shouldn’t have accused you. I guess I was just scared that you’d leave me for her or something and I shouldn’t have listened to Owen for all we know he’s just trying to stir up drama. I'm sorry.” Abby looked down while rubbing the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry I tried to flip it back to you, the truth is i was just getting some of my old stuff back it was just stuff i didn’t have the balls to get back yet.” I pulled out small photos of my childhood and some souvenirs and pins.

“I know it doesn’t look like much but these mean alot to me.” Abby pulled me into a hug and kept me there “oh baby, I’m sorry but why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gotten that stuff for you or helped.”

My face buried in her chest i sighed “ i wanted to do it myself not burden you. You already do so much for me anyway.” I wipe my face with my sleeve as i break the hug

“How about i reward you for being so brave and to make it up to you too .” Abby holds me by my waist and looks me in the eyes. “That sound good princess?” I nod eagerly and wrap my arms around her neck.

“Yeah, that sounds really good.” I squealed as she picked me up and took me to the edge of the bed. Abby pulled me into a steamy kiss and laid me down as she crawled on top of me never breaking the kiss.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚

My chest pressed down against the sheets as one hand propped onto my hip while the other was rubbing up and down my spine. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl, huh baby?" Abby teases me her breath right on my neck.

My mouth hangs open, just at the thought of her lips on where i most need her. I can feel Abby smirk at how reactive I am to her touch and how I arch my back into her. Then that familiar, intoxicating feeling of me stretching at Abby's girth, drew out a light whimper from my lips.

"You're doin' so good baby taking me like the slut you are." Abby covers my body with hers and i can feel her chest on my back as she starts to move. Her relentless pace that she set was mind numbing to the point that i was drooling at the sensation.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, Abby groaning, and my pornographic moans. Abby's large hands pushed my head down into the pillow, muffling me so her own sounds of pleasure were heard. She even seemed to be slowing her pace, one hand slipping down to my hip while the other tug my head up by my hair, lips nearing my ear.

"God baby you're grippin me so tight, I can barely move." a thin sheen of sweat covers both of our bodies. My juices forming a ring at the base of Abby's strap, the sounds the strap going in and out of me are deafening, yet so satisfying to hear on repeat.

"Abby, please," was all I could say, begging her to just ruin me.

"Please what, baby? Use your words, don't be shy now." I whimpered at her teasing, aching for all of her. I can feel a coil in my stomach tighten even more and i give in. "Please Abby let me cum, please please please!"

Abby coos and quickens her pace. Her grip becomes bruising as she shows no mercy pounding into me. "There you go baby. You sound so pretty when you beg, go ahead princess cum, you've earned it." Abby whispers through gritted teeth as she pressed her mouth to my ear.

The coil snapped and my body froze momentarily, a small shiver taking over, my eyes rolling back, and moans that ended up increasing in volume came out of my voice box. Abby didn't even stop there, still thrusting into me so I could ride out my high.

“There you go, such a pretty slut for me huh?” Abby’s thrusts slowed as she starts soothing me with gentle hands. A clear contrast of her seconds before. My hands go to hold abby’s hand on my hip and i start rubbing shapes into the back of her hand.

“I think you really made it up to me abs.” Abby slides out of me with a small chuckle leaning into my back. Abby leans up to kiss the back of my neck. “What do you say we take a nice relaxing bath right now, princess?”

I turn as much as i can to look at her, a sex drunk smile on my lips. “Mmmmm that would be amazing.”

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･༓☾‧͙⁺˚･

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g5mlp · 10 months

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Here's the entire My Little Pony 2024 Franchise Overview presentation. This was originally distributed online in mid-June 2023, and we reported on it then, but there are a couple of details that didn't make it into the post.

Download links 2024 Franchise Overview 2023 Marketing Plans Hasbro Brands Overview

Slides 2–4. Various random stats which are mostly not important or not properly contextualized. I have just a slight feeling that the stat on slide 3 implying that MLP is bigger than Barbie at the moment is cherrypicked.

Slides 5–6. Slide 6 is the first slide with specific data about Tell Your Tale viewers. It tells us that Tell Your Tale outperformed Make Your Mark on audience approval and toy purchase basket size, and that it outperformed other franchises on repeat toy purchase rate. There are a few more of these stats on slide 20.

Slides 7–9. Tell Your Tale Season 2 will be real, and will have four specials (the accompanying visuals don't seem to be related, other than the beach stuff for special 2). They didn't really explain what "hair play in every episode" or "more magical moments" will mean, although maybe the former is intended to encourage the purchase of toys.

Slides 10–12. This is basically a summary of things that have already been done within the MLP brand over the last few years. "LBE" means "location-based entertainment".

Slide 10 seems to indicate that there are about 7 songs left to be released in Tell Your Tale Season 1.

On slide 12, from left to right, the featured things are the VR book My Little Pony: Virtual Magic; the Sofia Carson-narrated Calm "sleep story"; the I Can Read Comics Level 1 book Sister Switch; the first issue of the G5 IDW comics; the MLP mascots at the Galaxyland theme park in Edmonton, Canada; a render of the lobby of the My Little Pony & Transformers Playlodge in Shanghai; and the "Flight to Equestria" ferris wheel at Galaxyland.

Slides 13–14. Mostly licensed merch, although the Izzy brushable on slide 14 still hasn't been seen anywhere other than this presentation.

Slide 15. Another indication that Make Your Mark won't get anything in 2024: the best they can say about it is that it will "live on Netflix" (i.e. won't be removed from Netflix), which was probably going to happen anyway.

Given the "new episodes weekly" statement, 328 minutes can be neatly divided into 4 22-minute episodes and 48 5-minute episodes, all for Tell Your Tale. Consistent episode lengths make sense for Hasbro, since they intend to license their shows out to TV networks with standard half-hour programming blocks.

"Linear and AVOD" probably refers to traditional TV channels and ad-supported free streaming sites. Some past MLP content is already available on "AVOD" sites such as Pluto TV.

It seems like G5 music will continue to have that generic pop sound.

It's implied that some of the video games shown will be updated in 2024. Maybe not all of them, though, since the MLP Roblox game (Visit Maretime Bay) was shut down in February 2023.

Slides 16–17. They want to grow viewership a lot and convert it to toy purchases. They call Tell Your Tale their "one & only ponable content series"; obviously, maintaining two ongoing animated shows would directly contradict this statement.

The Pipp, Misty, Sunny and Izzy brushables shown all seem to be new, as is the concept art for the accessories of the former three. The Izzy brushable is probably the same one as on slide 14.

Slide 18. They will do a bunch of promo stuff, including releasing a licensed console video game in Q3 2024. The first and third Tell Your Tale specials are to be the tentpole moments (i.e. big marketing focal points) of 2024.

Slides 19–20. Slide 20 features some more new stats on how well Tell Your Tale is performing; it has 177 million cumulative YouTube views, good repeat viewership and better repeat purchase rate than Make Your Mark.

This image is from a different presentation, "2023 Marketing Plans". This slide reveals the Secrets of Starlight logo for the fourth and final My Little Pony: Make Your Mark special.

The "album launch" could be referring to the My Little Pony Theme Song (Sped Up + lofi remixes) EP that was released today. Or maybe something else?

This slide is from the other presentation that was revealed, "Hasbro Brands Overview". It doesn't really reveal anything that wasn't previously known, although it does suggest that Bridlewoodstock will feature in more marketing content through the rest of the year.

Notes

Almost all of the text in the 2024 Franchise Overview presentation is shown in the Calibri font. It doesn't seem like it was originally intended to be that way, and I think it might be due to custom fonts not being loaded properly by whoever converted the presentation to PDF. In spite of this issue, the presentation is likely genuine, evidenced by the high quality images embedded in it, including a shot from a future Tell Your Tale episode on slide 8.

Slides 15 and 18 both note that future plans are subject to change. However, it's probably somewhat unlikely that Hasbro could return to Make Your Mark in 2024. Even if they were to commission more Make Your Mark episodes right now, and could justify the budget for it, it would probably still take more than a year before the first episodes could be completed. I could be wrong about this, but there's nothing to suggest that it would be in the interest of Hasbro, Netflix, Atomic Cartoons or anyone else (except maybe the fans) for Make Your Mark to be renewed after 2023.

While the TYT Audience Report and MLP Shopper Analysis by AIM & We Are Family both seem to be focused on 2- to 8-year-old girls, it's not necessarily an indication that Hasbro is focused solely on this demographic – they might just be the most lucrative demographic, or the one whose analysis produced the best numbers to show to Hasbro's investors and partners.

#my little pony #mlp g5 #mlp #my little pony: tell your tale #my little pony: make your mark

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danganronpafan777 · 11 months

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(You dont have to write this right away) dra male cast x reader that has the peronality of ibuki mioda like in the morning its like "good nom nom noming you sexy cutie"

I love this request sm Tsurugi Kinjo:

You were.... Interesting

With you and Yamato, he had two crackhead friends

He'd raise a confused eyebrow at some of the more random things you'd say, and would cover his ears everytime you had an instrument in your hands, whether you were playing or not

He's completely thrown off guard when you confess to him, but finds himself accepting your feelings anyway

Tsurugi never imagined himself with someone like you, who would distract him from his trauma and give him breaks from work by tackling him into the couch and cuddling him until he can't breathe

But he just can't keep himself away from you

You never hesitated to grab his work, and throw it across the room and hold him to force him to take a break

He would blush a bit whenever you wrote a song for him, and would have to cover his face with his arm to hide his blush if you actually played it for people

It would take years to convince him to do a duet with you, and his voice would be so shy and relaxing, but you can't record it or tell anyone about it He does his best to keep you out of trouble, and it rarely works

But for some reason, he still loves you

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

“…!?…Good morning, Y/n…”

Mitch Higa:

He didn't mind your personality too much, as he had met much louder fangirls in his career, but he never would have imagined himself dating you

Sure, he flirted with you and you replied with some witty comment, but he expected you to blow him off like every other girl in the class did for some reason

Even with his superiority complex, he will beg on his knees for you not to scream into your microphone again

He's get very confused at some of the strange things you say, and might even blush (to which he'd mentally slap himself)

If you wrote a song about him, no one would hear the end of it for the next week

He would brag about it to all his teammates and in nearly every interview of his to the point where you basically have to release it to the public

He'd try to seduce you in a duet, but would end up failing miserably Chaz Thurman style (please don't cancel me for that reference-)

Similar to what Haruhiko said about Satsuki, he jokes that of all the girls he wanted to be with in the class, he got stuck with the loudest one

But despite your eardrum killing music, there's no one else he'd rather be stuck with

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

He’s caught off guard for a moment, “You’re the cutie Y/n~”

Kinji Uehara:

He was slightly started by your upbeat and loud personality, but he didn't mind too much, having experience in dealing with hyper kids

Your classmates are impressed by his ability to calm you down-

He might ask a few questions at some of the strange things you say, but eventually just accepts that you say random things (He still might blush a bit at some of your more affectionate words)

He's a bit reluctant, but eventually agrees to perform a duet with you, having experience in singing through hymns in church

He's not a huge fan of your music, and might politely ask for you to turn it down sometimes, but he still supports you and your passions

He would invite you to play for the kids at the orphanage, as long as the songs were child friendly and wouldn't destroy their eardrums

During one of these private concerts, you played a song that he wasn't familiar with, and was shocked when you said it was about him

It was probably the most flustered and flattered you ever saw him, and the kids teased him about it for weeks, begging for you to play it again and again

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

“I’m…not sure what that means, but thank you…”

That doesn’t stop the blush on his face

Haruhiko Kobashikawa:

Didn't expect to have a classmate this loud, but was able to match your enthusiasm

He screamed when he heard you play for the first time, and his ears continued to ring for hours later, but he still supports you

Haruhiko might try to learn a new instrument such as the guitar (mostly to impress you), but would constantly forget cords and have no idea what he’s doing

If the two of you did a duet, he'd try to act cool and romantic but would end up forgetting half of the words

He’s confused and kinda concerned at some of the weird things you say, but will blush a bit when you say something romantic

If you made a song for him, he would brag about it for as long as he possibly can

The two of you are two loving and energetic idiots, and while Haru’s not a great singer, he’s your number one hypeman!

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

He’s red for a moment before responding, “Good..uh, whatever to you too! Haha.. you’re the cutie…”

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

He initially flinches at your loud personality, but eventually gets used to it

Meaning he can keep himself from passing out at some of the affectionate things you say to him

He'll timidly ask what you mean whenever you say something random, to which you'd always say something even stranger

You confuse him sometimes, but you still help him with interacting with others and expressing himself more

He was oblivious to your feelings for him, so Kinji and Kanata probably had to spell it out for him

If the two of you ever sang a duet, he might have to stop a few times, and you oblige, not wanting him to be uncomfortable

Your music definitely surprised him, but it does help him speak up (to ask you to please turn it down mostly-)

You like to perform private concerts for his sister, and use some of your tour money to help pay for her treatments

Kakeru's entire face would turn pink if you wrote a song about him, and would completely pass out if you even spoke about releasing it

From this relationship, you're able to remain serious at times, while Kakeru slowly lets loose and expresses himself more

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

Kakeru.exe has stopped working.

Teruya Otori:

He wasn't really expecting you to be so...loud, but that was alright!

He admired your talent and the two of you were fast friends

You, him, Haruhiko, Satsuki, and Kiyoka probably start a band together (Sunshine Squad-)

He makes his classic confused faces whenever you say something random, and even his ears would turn red whenever you seemed to flirt with him

He would be extremely embarrassed and kinda shy to do a duet with you, but would be more confident as he gets older, but he still would prefer to keep it between the two of you

The moment you mention writing a song about him, his accent would leak

"Y-Ya made a son'!? A-abou' meh!? I-um..."

He's happy! He really is, but he's also nearly at a loss for words

His face would get even redder if you released it to the public, and his dad would probably play it on repeat at Otori Mart to tease him

The two of you are extremely affectionate and happy together (but Teruya still blushes his head off in front of others-)

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

“W-Weh!? Y/n- um…G-good…nomming to ya too…”

His face is too red to say anything else

Yamato Kisaragi:

The both of you just clicked when you first met, and if he wasn't already a fan, he was now

He might yelp and cover his ears a bit at some of your louder songs, but he still jams out to "I squeezed out the baby yet I have no idea who the father is" while he's creating a million dollar invention

Mikako is starting to get worried about him-

It might take him a minute to process some of the random things you say, his brain trying to make sense of it, but if it's even remotely romantic, his brain might briefly shut off completely

Despite the pleas of literally everyone, He'll amplify your instruments and even add fireworks or create smoke machines for your concerts

He'll love to perform a duet with you, and will cry a bit in happiness if you write a song about him

If you actually play the song or release your duet to the public, he will be beet red for the whole day, but has never felt happier

He tries not to brag, he really does, but he just can't get you off his mind

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

He smiles wide, “Hey, Y/n! You’re the cutie!”

He cups your face and happily kisses you

Utsuro:

You tired him out honestly

It took a while for him to admit that he likes you, as every time you talked/yelled and lightened up a room with your energy, he'd think or say that he wants you to shut up

...So why didn't his luck do it for him?

He shuts down Akane when she offers that maybe he secretly doesn't mind you or your voice

Even before you started dating, you were affectionate and outgoing to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder and dragging him to some stupid class activity

Whenever he dozed off, either in class or in the safety of his dorm, you would either shake him away or loudly snore on top of him

It frustrated him to no end, but you never left his side

One day, Utsuro told you he could make you the biggest rockstar in the world, give you wealth, fans, inspiration, anything you wanted if you would just leave him be

You refused.

In a rare moment of seriousness, you told him that you knew how he felt, and how lonely he was deep down and he just wanted to be understood, not used for his talent

From that point, Utsuro saw you in a different light, and slowly but surely, he began to confront his feelings

Sure, you were his crazy and outgoing S/o, but at the same time, you were someone who truly sympathized and took the time to understand him

"Just leave the BGM to Y/n! I made a whole album for you, Utsuro!"

"...Thank you."

"Of course, cutie~! This is for you and -"

"No...thank you. For understanding."

Yuki Maeda:

His reaction to meeting you was the same as meeting Satsuki (except he found himself liking you more)

This one's going to be a handful...

He would always compliment your music and any song you wrote for him, even if you were practically screaming to the microphone

He had researched you prior to entering Hope's Peak, but he was happy to learn more about you!

You offered to teach Yuki how to play an instrument, and eventually he agreed to it

He was... mediocre at best, but he was still your boyfriend, and you wanted the world to see him

He can't really match your energy, and sometimes he feels more like your caretaker than your boyfriend, but at the end of every day and every kiss, the feeling of butterflies in his stomach lingers as all he can think about is you

"Good nom nom noming you sexy cutie~!”

“H-Huh!? Y-Y/n..!”

#danganronpa another #teruya otori #tsurugi kinjo #kakeru yamaguchi #yamato kisaragi #kinji uehara #haruhiko kobashikawa #mitsuhiro higa #yuki maeda #utsuro #dra utsuro #Dra #danganronpa x reader #dra x reader

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darthgloris · 1 year

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The Artist (Alicia Sierra x fem!reader)

Summary: Y/N (a.k.a. Akita) is part fo the robbery and works backstage as negotiator. Even though her career in art didn't work out, she still loves it. When she meets the leader Inspector she feels immediately drawn to her and starts sketching...

Requested: yes

Warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, teasing, SPOILERS

A/N: sorry but I lost the request! I'm really really sorry, hope you can forgive me!! Here it is, this was really fun to write! 🥰🥰❤❤

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Drawing was my greatest love when I was a teenager.

While other girls may have been into make-up, or drama, or gossip, or boys... I'd stay in and draw, paint, sketch. Name it, I've tried it at least once. I was an unusual girl growing up. Girls at that age were interested mostly in the hobbies listed above, while I loved the exact opposite: drawing, reading, listening to music, learning languages, playing with dogs, studying like there was no tomorrow.

At university, I chose Graphic Design. And I loved it. Learning about my favorite thing in the whole wide world, filling in the gaps of my abilities, picking up new skills... that felt like heaven. I got out of college with my head high, amazing grades and an even better graduation. Although I wasn't prepared for the world outside. Soon enough, I started struggling to pay rent, especially in a city like Madrid. And I had no choice but to give it up.

Then, I met the Professor. A man just as unusual as me, who just so happened to have saved my life right there and then. The first heist was a success. I worked well with the gang, and given my love for working behind the scenes, I was the negotiator. Raquel was a very interesting individual, but I didn't get to speak to her much, as the Professor was the leading voice of the heist. It didn't bother me at all when they got together, to be honest I was rooting for them. When it all ended, I took my share of the money and went to live in Japan. It was beautiful: the perfect balance of modernity and tradition, the amazing food, the beautiful views, the friendly people, the new language. Every little detail fascinated me.

A year later, I came to know that Rio got kidnapped. And there I was again, back into the heist business. Once again cast as negotiator, this time I had to take the upper hand, because the Professor and Lisboa had their own part of the plan to take care of.

...

Current day - during the heist

I rested my feet onto the table of my hideout as I watched the TV intently. The news channel finally gave me important information: Rio was in Spain, finally. The poor boy took a tumble down the plane, falling on the ground in handcuffs and dirty clothes. Poor thing, I thought. Behind him, a figure emerged, a red-haired pregnant woman in a white coat and black cap. Inspectora Alicia Sierra. I found myself unable to tear my eyes from her face, as if I was in a trance: she was a very attractive woman, there's no denying that.

I wanted to remember that face while talking to her, so I was quick to reach for a pencil and paper and start reproducing her face. I glanced at the TV once in a while to get an idea of what she was like, memorising her traits as I transferred them on the paper sheet.

...

I pulled on my headphones and lined up the microphone to the side of my face, trying to calm my nerves before talking to the woman I was pining for a few hours ago. I picked up the drawing I made earlier and used it as a reference to draw her from other angles.

"Professor." A female voice spoke. Calm, collected, confident.

"Inspectora Sierra, how lovely to hear you." I replied, mirroring her tone.

"Ah, señorita Akita. I wasn't expecting you." Alicia said. "Well? Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing? I'd say it runs in your gang to play games like this."

"I'm assuming maternity clothes. Tell me, is it a boy or a girl?" I tantalised, running the pencil on the paper to make a rough sketch of her face.

She chuckled. "My, my, nosy girl. I didn't remember the Professor being this curious, but between you and me, sweetheart, I like you better." She clicked her tongue, presumably paired with a wink.

"Touché, preciosa," I shook my head, laughing at her attempt at flirting. "That's enough niceties for now, you can flirt with me later. Let's cut to the chase."

There was a long pause after she laughed in shock at my bluntness. I smirked, almost too proudly for my first conversation with a pregnant woman I've seen once on the TV. During the pause, I kept my eyes trained on the rough piece of paper while my wrist made a flicking motion to draw her strands of hair.

"I'm assuming your dear sister is having the time of her life. I don't think you've escaped to Germany. We could find her in a heartbeat, you know. I could barely picture it, a 17 year old girl thrust in the midst of rapists, drug users, murderers in the jails of, say, Northeast Asia? Ah, the poor thing. So young and so naive, the spat image of you, she wouldn't last a beat." She chuckled humourlessly.

"And what's your point, Inspectora? Your empathy for my little sister doesn't add up to when you tortured Rio, does it?" I didn't even bother to look up from my work as her threat was no longer valid. My little sister died of cancer last month, and the news hadn't reached Spain. That offered us a very good advantage.

She ignored my comment. "Akita, listen to me very carefully. Turn the Professor and Raquel in, and your sister remains untouched. Think about it, sweetheart. And think quickly, I am a busy woman, as you know."

"I most certainly do, señora Sierra." I said innocently, in a stupid but successful attempt to tease her.

"It's señorita now, actually." Alicia corrected.

"Good to know," I mirrored her flirty attitude from before. "On second thought, you were right, how foolish of me. What are you wearing?"

"You're impossible, Akita," she replied, laughing. "Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. I'm way out of your league."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I gasped in mock offense, making her laugh genuinely. "Well, am I mistaken or am I actually growing on you? I bet you wouldn't be upset about being out of my league if that was the case."

"Shut up, sweetheart." She said mischievously.

"Make me." I teased her.

Her playful scoff was interrupted silently as she suddenly hung up.

I was confused for a moment as my hand moved the pencil confidently on the paper. As I stroked the graphite onto the rough surface, my mind wandered. Alicia was flirting shamelessly with me, in front of all her colleagues, and in a recorded phone call, no less. So either she was really brave or really stupid. Maybe a mixture of both.

This woman was really mesmerising: she was incredibly intelligent, as I could tell, she was confident, sarcastic, dominant and gorgeous. She was brave for raising a child on her own, as she specified that she wasn't married.

If the circumstances were different, I'd even go after her. I wished I had met her differently, because this woman was far beyond average and just about the quickest crush I've ever gotten. She was certainly not someone you'd want to lose. I wanted to talk to her again, leaving out our positions in this makeshift war. It seemed like we were getting along perfectly, flirting with each other as if the call wasn't recorded.

I took my hand away from the drawing and looked at my finished product. I was extremely proud of it: it looked just like her, the lines were confident and creative and the shading in a cross-hatching technique was on point. I bet she'd like it, I thought. My eyes lifted from the paper as I got an idea. Maybe she would.

Aikido, my Akita Inu, looked at me quizzically and tilted his head, almost as if questioning my decision. "Who knows? Maybe this will be what wins her heart." He yawned in response. "Oh, shut up, Aikido."

...

It had been a few days since I sent the drawings to Sierra, and apparently it went over well. The next time we negotiated she asked everyone to leave the tent and didn't confront me about the drawing, but rather she got friendlier: she started to open up, telling me things about her, showing her soft side, laughing, being careless, even saying that we'd meet one day. Of course, she loved the sketch, but we were still enemies, enemies who were intensely pining for each other and instead of doing something about their attraction they played games from a phone call and flirted shamelessly. Because acting on things was the most difficult thing you could ever do in your life. It requires courage, determination, confidence, and given the circumstances, you needed double these qualities.

And I was getting brave these days. And also a little crazy.

So I started sending her a sketch every other day to tease her. One day it was a sketch of her, the next of Aikido, the next of the police tent, the next of her holding the teddy bear.

It continued like this until she sold out the Government and started working alone. First she stopped by Sergio, which ended up in the ultimate team-up as they were on their own and Raquel was finally out of custody and in the bank. Then she left the Professor alone for a while.

...

I heard a knock on my door and Aikido got up on his feet, startled. I carefully stepped closer and tried to take a peek. My eyes caught a flash of red that I'd recognise anywhere, I immediately knew that was Alicia. I quickly opened the door and she looked at me, almost fazed. After a few seconds, she smiled at me, and said, "I promised you we'd meet, one way or another." I chuckled, moved, and let her in immediately. The second hideout of the heist was none other than my own home, a detached house in the middle of nowhere that the Professor was able to get me. It suited me perfectly, there was room for me and Aikido, hell, it even had an atelier.

"Welcome to my home, Inspectora," I said as she took in her surroundings.

"You don’t have to call me that anymore. Just 'Alicia' will do, sweetheart," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. I gazed at her sweetly, meanwhile surprised at how my attraction to her had grown from a small infatuation to a full-on crush, and realised she didn't have a baby bump anymore.

"You-you gave birth?"

"Yeah, I did. In the stormwater tank."

"That must have been... uncomfortable."

"Sweetie, I had to blow a Saint Bernard out my ass. It would have been uncomfortable even on a hospital bed."

I couldn’t help but laugh at her joke, and soon enough she joined in. "So, is it a baby boy or a baby girl?"

"Girl. I named her Victoria." She said.

"That's a lovely name." I smiled at her.

"Speaking of names," Alicia leaned back on the table and gazed at me, her tantalising green eyes twinkling with mischief. "What's your name?"

That question took me off guard, as I almost tripped over my own feet while holding a glass of water.

She chuckled at my antics. "Somebody got flustered."

I cleared my throat. "Keep telling yourself that, Alicia." I loved how her name rolled off my tongue so easily.

"So you're not answering?"

"Not for the time being, no," I clicked my tongue and winked at her, mocking her for the first time we met. "I like being called Akita."

"Like the dog?" She asked.

"Actually, like the city. But yeah, also like the dog."

As if on cue, Aikido trotted inside.

"Oh, yeah, this is Aikido." I said briefly as Alicia offered her hand for the dog to smell.

"How adorable, you even have an Akita Inu." She noticed, chuckling when Aikido rubbed himself on her legs for pets.

"Wow, he never does that with anyone," I said in surprise. "Maybe he has a good feeling about you."

"Well, I have the blessing of your dog now, so we can't go wrong, can we?" She joked, scratching his weak spot. Soon enough, she even got his leg going.

"He really must love you," I laughed. "Usually he's very cat-like, I'm surprised he's actually asking to be petted."

"Well, I tend to grow on people." She said charismatically.

"Yeah, you do." I mumbled. "Hey, why don't you get comfortable? I'll make dinner and we could watch something."

"Dinner sounds great, thanks," she sighed in relief and I led her to the couch.

"What do you feel like having?" I asked her.

"Whatever you want, sweetie. Your house, your rules." She replied.

"Okay." I hunted through my fridge, hoping to find something good. I found a few eggs, and enough stuff to make salad. "You must be tired after giving birth and running away from the police. I'll make you something to restore your energies."

"Yeah, it was quite the drama. I've barely had time to breathe," she rested her head on the back of the couch at an angle where she could look at me. "You know, you draw really well."

"Oh, thanks." I accepted the compliment.

"Where did you go to art school?" She asked.

"Madrid Academy of Art," I replied. "How did you know I went to art school?" I immediately felt stupid after asking that question.

"Well, a ton of things gave you away. First of all, your proportions in the sketch of me you sent me. Obviously, your choice of media and type of paper that go well together, and the fact that you used binder to keep the sketch's lightfastness in a quantity that was balanced as to avoid damaging it. Then the smaller things, like your posture, the way you sit, the way you hold things, your hands, your eye for observation, and of course, the unmistakable smell of paint coming from over there..." she pointed at a room on the other side of the house. "...which I assume is your atelier."

"Wow, you're good," I laughed in shock. "And yeah, that is my atelier."

Alicia hummed in satisfaction. I turned around to check on her and she was looking at me in a different way now: her pupils were dilated and she was making puppy eyes at me, batting her eyelashes while pouting. Her eyes asked the question.

"You want to see the atelier?" I asked her, surprised.

"Yeah, I'd love to," she replied.

"You have beautiful eyes," I blurted out, and immediately cringed internally. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

I heard her get up from the couch and silently step elsewhere. Since I couldn't hear her anymore, I turned around to check on her and found her in front of me in a heartbeat, hovering over me while my back hit the counter. I swallowed thickly and tried to hide my blush, but she noticed right away. Alicia grazed my face with her fingertips, starting at my cheekbone and trailing down my jawline. Her fingers brushed my neck for a split second, sending a shiver down my spine. Then her thumb slowly traced over my bottom lip, her eyes flickering to my eyes and back to my mouth. Her intelligent eyes asked for permission to kiss me, and I gave in without thinking twice.

In a second, Alicia brushed her lips against mine tentatively, with hesitation. She checked on me to see if I was okay, and that was all she needed. Without a second thought, she crashed her lips on mine more eagerly, her hand resting on the back of my head. I cupped her cheek and kissed her back with the same amount of desire.

She pulled away and leaned her forehead on mine, sighing in content. I licked my lips and gazed back at her, clearing my throat out of embarrassment. "That was, um... that was good."

"Good." She said.

The next few minutes were quiet. I cooked while she kept her eyes trained on my every motion, as if to make sure I didn't get hurt. When dinner was ready, I prepared our plates and took her to the couch. She sat down next to me, thanking me for the food. I put my feet up on the table and she followed suit. I turned on the TV, and she looked for a movie to watch together.

"This one?"

"This one."

The evening was quiet. We ate our food, which she really appreciated, by the look on her face, and Aikido stole a couple of pieces as well. About halfway through the movie, Alicia leaned her head on my shoulder, snuggling her body into mine. I froze in place, taken off guard by the action, but honestly I kind of like it.

"Is this okay?" She asked me, noticing the look on my face.

"Of course," I smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and felt her melt into the embrace.

"Your hug is so amazing," she sighed. "It makes me feel safe."

My heart leaped out of my chest at that. "You are safe, honey," I kissed her temple lovingly. "I promise."

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Lights out part 1

Most of this chapter will be in Mia's pov but i'll let you know when it's not.

"Aguhhh! i can't believe my parents!" I say as i storm into my bedroom and shut the door. "it's just a party why don't they let me go to one damn party!?"

I sit on my bed and lay back. I see a text from my friend Anna.

Anna:Heyyyy you ask them yet?

Mia:yes but my dad said no and my mom is on his side!

I then hear a small ping on my window. I sit up and walk over to see jake there by his car. "Mia" he says in a low whisper. I open the window. "if i leave then my dad will be really upset"

"you only get to be in your twenties for so long come on we'll be back before they know your gone." I look at my door. "give me a second." i rush to grab a outfit.

I grab my phone and purse and climb out the window making my way to Jake's car. He opens the door for me. "after you" i smile as i get in. "thank god freedom!" he shuts the door and gets into the driver's side and drives away.

I look out the window at the city lights. "Man i love night time all the lights look amazing"

"You look amazing too Mia" I look at him with a small smile. "Thanks Jake" Jake and i have been friends for about ten years only last year did we start dating, my dad isn't a fan of his arms covered in tatts but then again my dad has tatts on his chest so what's the problem?

jake seems to be driving fo what seems like hours. "jake where are we going?" "the party is in the other side of New York don't worry it's only 8 hours drive."

I smile. "okay but if my mom and dad find out i'm good as dead" jake takes my hand. "I'll keep my girl safe" I nod.

We get to the party and there is loud music and lights everywhere. 'hey Mia!!" My friend anna says. "Hey anna!" we hug and another guy comes over and says. 'Damn mia looking super hot" i slightly smile. "thanks who are you?"

"the name's Tyler, you can call me ty." he say with a grin. "Nice to meet you ty" Anna says. "come on i got us drinks!" I say. "what? i can't hear you" She laughs and drags me to the bar.

Emily's Pov.

"Chrissy have you been up to talk to mia?" i ask as i watch my husband of ten years sip on his beer. "Nope" he says.

"Chris you should-" he stands up. "i'm not going too if she wants to be a brat then fucking fine by me!" He storms off and walk up to Mia's room. I knock. "Mia? honey can i come in?" i ask before i hear nothing. is she alseep? I open the door and find her window open. "Mia LIsa Evans!" i rush downstairs just when i take the last step the lights go out.

"Chris!?" I try to find my way to his office where he stormed off to. I open the door. "Mia's gone"

Chris says. "what do you mean gone? and why are the lights out?" I say. "I don't know and i mean her window is open but she's not in her room"

I can hear chris stand up and he says trying to get his phone to work. "Damnit! okay um...come on" He takes my hand and we walk outside to see our neighbors asking questions. Chris looks at me i can see his face in the moonlight.

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

"Holy shit!" We hear someone say as they start shaking foaming at the mouth. Chris pushes me behind his body. "Jesus christ!" Chris watches some people run over to help the older lady but it was too late she fell on the driveway and died.

I blink. "Chris..." i say in a hush whisper. "Mia" Chris nods and turns "back in the house we have to leave right now"

"Leave!? Chris what if mia comes back? we can't leave-"

"Emily calm down! We'll find her...I won't lose another one" I nod.

We walk back into the house and chris grabs a bag and starts putting everything we might need, flashlight, batteries, meal bars, bottles of water. "Em do you have a backpack?" i nod. "it's up in our room..chris what are we doing?'

"bugging out!"

I nod. "Do i get Mia's?" Chris nods. "yes hurry" I rush upstiars and grab my backpack.

I rush into mia's room and grab her backpack.

I walk back to chris. "Okay got the bags."

Chris nods taking Mia's. "do what i just did grab anything you might use, eat and drink." I nod and starts grabbing stuff when i hear screams from outside. I turn and look at the window it's bright orange that can only mean one thing...a fire. Chris says. "Em honey keep packing we have to get out of here before it gets to bad"

I nod slowly. After we pack the bags chris walks outside and get into the car. Chris starts the car up and drives away. I look at my phone. "i'm shocked this car still works" Chris smiles. "it's an old one so yes it works"

"at least we have the moon to light our path" Chris nods. "yea" I look at him. "Your smiling...I haven't seen you-" I stop talking bringing up the subject always makes him sad and i don't want him sad we both need to focus on finding mia.

"Chris we should stop when it gets to late" I say glancing at my watch. "it's already ten pm"

"Right" He turns into a motel and we get out of the car. "Chrissy our stuff." "it's fine" I grab my bag. "Grab the bags if someone steals them we are done for" Chris looks at me with the same look he's had for two years, his life went to hell when his mom died then...when our son drowned.

We walk into the motel and the man at the desk says. "Come back tomorrow we are closed."

Chris says. "there will not be a tomorrow for your hotels the whole world just went dark"

i look at the man and say. "just one night please" the man nods. "enjoy your stay but i'm leaving this place may god be with you both" He says then leaves.

Chris sighs. "Come on" We walk to our room and Chris sets the bags on the floor and i sit on the bed. "at least we have a cozy bed" i smile. Chris looks out the window. "yup" He said poping the P.

I lay down. "Coming to bed?" Chris walks over laying by me without saying anything.

I sit up. "Chris you need to stop being like this" He looks at me. "Like what Em!? like i feel bad for our son drowning!? or about our only child now being out there in the fucking dark probably scared out of her mind!?"

I get out of bed. "Chris you need to get over it! oh and by the way James was my son too! Mia is my daughter and so far you were my husband but my husband isn't here i have this...stranger now! i don't even know who the fuck you are anymore so i'm sorry if you want to sulk in your darkness but by morning you better be willing to help me find our daughter!" i say then storm off to another room down the hall.

Mia's pov.

"yes this is the life" I say as i dance to the loud music. Anna dances over to me. "hey Evans what about doing a dare?"

"uh what no thanks" I giggle. Jake wraps his arms around me "slow down pretty Mia" I turn and say. "Best night of my fucking life ever!" I kiss him but then everything leave, the loud music, the party lights, everything.

"is this a prank?" i hear someone ask. I look around. "what just-" "ahhh!!" i hear someone scream. I look at jake then rush outside and see everything is out no cars are working, the street lights are out too...

"Oh my god" i say looking around. "I...need....mom...dad!" I grab jake's keys to his car. 'Mia!" I rush to his car and get in turning the key i don't get anything..."No no no!!"

I get out and look at my phone. "damn it! It's dead!"

Tyler says. "What happend?" I shake my head "I don't know but i need to find my mom and dad...oh god they must be worried sick"

A/n: Will be Mia find her way back to Emily and Chris? Or will she die trying? Next part out as soon as i can write it!

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