#I can't say how cool this is with mere words lmao

[beanghostprincess]

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

#this was really fun to write #they all love sanji #i love sanji too #and also they're so iwenfjksndf #the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad #but y'know the other two are funny #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #red leg zeff #zosan #lusan #lawsan #that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself

[kyouka-supremacy]

so, kyotag, your super honest opinion about bsd characters please (aka, who is your fave and who is your least fave. i promise, i am not trying to get you 'cancelled', i am just curious!) 🎤

Ever since I've gotten this ask I've been trembling, I don't think I can ever give bsd honest opinions for the sake of my own future mental sanity LMAO. The upside is, I can talk plenty of the characters I like!!

My favourite character is Kenji! For real, ahah. I'm just always drawn to characters that are just... Good. little guys only trying to do their best and be kind. I suppose there's also a factor of “that's who I want to be” that makes me like them in particular. I don't like the direction they went for Kenji's character in chapter 100.5, but really? I wasn't particularly let down by it either, like it's so fundamentally coherent with the worldview bsd expresses, if anything it was chapter 13 that was out of the scheme. I'm a professional canon ignorer at this point and I'll keep doing just that ahah.

↑ Saw this scene for the first time in the anime, went “Slay! Communist king!”, and he's been my favourite ever since lol.

Although, if we count in Beast, then my favourite character overall must be Beast Atsushi. I mean, have you seen him... Most fucked up guy ever. He went through unimaginable trauma and he still kept being so soft at his core. He just wants to live but everyone is making it so hard for him. He cares for Kyouka so much and he cares for Dazai so much and (to me) he cares for Akutagawa so much like little traumatized boy how did you manage to save all that love in you despite the Horrors. I can't put in words how much I love him but really he's the only character I can say I really sympathize with, like, I want good things to happen to him. I want him to spend the rest of his life coddled and adored.

I love all the female characters <3 I ADORE Kyouka, I think among the other female characters she's the most multilayered and complex character with a structured and compelling story arc. I think she's seriously nice, I really love this stark contrast between her sharp, cynical side and her side that is so sweet and kind and so utterly 14 y/o, and I love how these two sides aren't really in conflict but just come to be together and make her so authentically Kyouka. She's so dear to me. Also, she's the only female character who can compete with the s.kk / ss.kk four for the role of main character, so like, I'm rooting for her ahah.

I adore Yosano for self-explanatory reasons lmao. The chapters of her backstory may not be my absolute favourites for a mere matter of personal taste but I definitely think they make for the best written chapters in the whole manga. I really like how sensitive she is of others' suffering, I think she's amazing– I think her compassion is truly amazing. I want to read more stories of unapologetically compassionate characters. I also generally really really love “older sister” kind of characters!!

I love Kouyou with all I've got. I'm sorry, I genuinely think her story was this good on mistake, but still. I think her backstory makes her genuinely intriguing, I think she's extremely cool and powerful and a joy to see in action, I think toxic mother / daughter relationships are super fun to explore, I think she deserves so much more spotlight and should be back as soon as possible.

I love Mitchell lmao. Like I know it may not look like it but I truly think about her 24/7. I just love women that are kinda silly and over the top. She's got like four lines and every single one is a gem and I adore all of them. She's got those big evident flaws and they make her so human and likeable!!! She's my best friend. Not to mention how loyal she is and how much she cares about her family, I really like those traits of her. Oh, and gowns! I love love love gowns.

Okay but seriously I love all female characters. I didn't like Lucy in particular at the start but she's really grown on me and now I adore her with everything. Wells is spectacular and I need her back as soon as possible. Every woman I didn't mention, from Higuchi to Egawa, believe me I love with all my heart.

I went off a tangent I'm so sorry </3 I know you asked for one character, but how can I not mention the others??? It's just been so long for me in the fandom now and I just can't but grow attached. And I've got so much untapped love for women I never get to talk about on my silly blog that focuses on two men. Following up the list, would be Akutagawa. And I don't want to talk about him because I suppose there's no need to after having made one trillion posts about him but also can I just say? I like him for the same exact reasons I like Kenji. She's just a guy trying to be good. The difference is that he sucks so bad at it, and it makes him SO fun to explore as a character. I really have so much fun playing with him. Then would be Tachihara, Jouno...

... ........................ For the characters I like least, I suppose, R/anpo. I'm so sorry peoples. In R/anpo's case, it's just... Why do you have to be so mean and disrespectful all the time. Seriously, dude. Why is he always treating others as less than he is. I'm sorry, I really am, but I just can't help but find it displeasant? Like it takes zero energy to treat other people with common human decency, c'mon dude. At least Akutagawa is trying to do better, but everyone treats R/anpo like he's entitled to be a jerk? Idk man.

K/unikida. In his case, I Do Get why he's the way that he is (and genuinely can relate to him to an extent), it's just... For the way I am, I consider to try and forcibly impose your own ideals on other people to be about the most insulting thing you can do. And he does that a lot, with Atsushi and Dazai and everyone else. He also has this whole forced lack of empathy thing going on like... I get why he does that, and I get what he went through that made him like he is, but that doesn't change the fact you're kinda being a dick to everyone all the time dude. Please get some therapy.

That doesn't mean there aren't moments when I've genuinely liked them both and found them seriously cool!!!! I still think K/unikida is an interesting character and I genuinely get why people like him. I love the helicopter scene, I remember when I was reading the manga for the first time, when he said “no one ruins my schedule”, I was like, whaa, I was completely in awe. For R/anpo too, the Untold Origins arc from what I could see from the anime was really nice, and I also highly enjoy that one scene of his in chapter 81, the “To tell the truth, I had absolutely no assurance they'd believe me”.

Thank you for the ask Nyusa!! I hope you could find this at least a little bit interesting (?). If anything, now you know a little more about me, ahah. Also not talking about Dazai this time because really I can't be here the whole day.

#*deletes paragraph* *rewrites paragraph* *deletes paragraph* *rewrites paragraph* #I have Strong Opinions but also I just don't want to upset anyone ahcjahjvcahk #people asks me stuff #It's just hard to delve into because the reasons I don't like a character are elaborate and complex– #and not something I can explain in a short paragraph. At the same time I don't feel like starting writing an essay– #on why I hate someone you know? That's just not me ahah #Like for R/anpo there's a whole deal on how considering him autistic– #as an autistic person myself it's a kind of representation that personally disturbs me. But we're not getting into that #And POST please this is making me so nervous #Posting this at 3am so that no one sees it lmao

[likesunsetorange]

I am extremely excited about the bodyguard au! Tbh at first I thought it was gonna be a really weird au, but now I can't wait!!! I also want to say that dol is the best eremika fanfic I've ever read ( and trust me I've read A LOT of them). I really hope the next chapter comes out soon cause I really miss it 😭. Your work is amazing!

lol at first glance i can understand that a bodyguard au does sound a little off so i don’t blame you haha but im glad youre excited!! its one of my favs so im really excited to share with yall!

and thank you omg, that means so much!! ik ive been treating dol like my bastard child lmao but i promise it’ll be coming soon ive been working on ch 17!! dol is my biggest love it brought me to eremika and all my friends on here so it’ll always be the favorite 🩵 but thank you again for reading all my stuff, im really glad you enjoy all my silly little stories!!!

here’s a little snippet from ch 17 just bc i feel like i never talk about dol on tumblr LOL i feel like i only do on twitter!!

The pads of Mikasa’s fingertips were gentle across his skin, rubbing soap across his skin in circular motions as to not further irritate the numerous burns the accident left him with. Even the smallest of touches would irritate his injuries, but Mikasa had always been delicate in everything she did.

It was the stark difference between the two of them—Mikasa approached life with a level of caution and tenderness that Eren had never possessed. He had gone through so much of his life approaching everything with a sense of callousness, always brash and aggressiveness, but it was as if all of Mikasa’s benevolence had somehow rubbed off onto Eren. He was certain part of it was a result of all the time they spent together, but also because Mikasa was deserving of all that was good—even from him.

The cool shower stream drew gently against her back, her dark hair slicked back from the water, droplets of water falling gingerly down her face. Her fingers traced the outlines of the where his scars spanned from his wrist to the curvature of his shoulder, some spots more mangled than others. A sullen look washed across her face, and he could see the faintest trace of her lip quivering.

“These are gonna scar,” she said quietly, her voice almost inaudible over the stream of the shower.

“And if they do, it’s okay, I don’t mind. I’ll get to tell everyone who asks how I almost got burned to death trying to play hero,” he attempted to reassure her. She gave him a reproachful look, evidently unable to appreciate the “humor” in his words. His face softened at her expression, knowing despite his constant reassurances, she was still shaken up by the accident.

“Mikasa…” He started softly. “I’m here right now, aren’t I? I’m okay, I promise. You don’t have to keep worrying.” Eren took the hand that was still inspecting his multiple burns and brought it to his chest, just above his heart. “You feel that? I’m alive and I’m okay. I’m here talking to you, and I have no intentions of going anywhere else. I’m here to stay as long as I’m able to—I can promise you that much, cariño.”

Her mouth opened as if to protest but she merely pressed her lips into a thin line, opting to merely nod in response instead. Her eyes had the glossed-over look they did whenever she was about to cry, only he knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to—not now, at least.

Eren’s face fell into a frown, knowing that whatever unspoken thoughts were running rampant in her head, were the exact opposite of not worrying. “Mikasa, look at me,” he urged, tilting her chin up so that her eyes met his. “Please, don’t worry anymore—if not for yourself, then for me. I will do everything on your list to the T, I promise. I won’t even try to still go on my runs like I had been secretly planning to—”

“Eren, what the hell? It’s almost like you don’t wanna get better or something,” she chastised, the scowl he had grown to appreciate perched on her face.

“Which is exactly why I’m not going to anymore, I don’t want you to keep stressing about this—about me.”

#dol #asks #vic’s wips

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ march 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 13 235

projects worked on: technically i only wrote for Andromeda Rogue but i did rotate my other side wips rather violently in my head. like this is not a gentle rotisserie chicken rotating, this is a full-on centrifuge machine

proudest accomplishment: this is the month i've written the most all year ????? also i reached over 50K on AR draft 2!!!

books read: Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo; Artificial Condition (Murderbot Diaries #2) by Martha Wells; and i've also just started A Rival Most Vial by writeblr's very own @ashen-crest!

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

at what degree of sparse activity do i have to concede defeat call it a hiatus. i'm doing fine, i've just been really busy with work and haven't had time to devote to writeblr that much 😔

remember when i said i was gonna intro my Third, Secret WIP this month? yeah, that didn't happen. i'm trying to crack down on AR bc i have this goal of finishing this draft by my birthday in mid-May (although i don't think that's gonna happen at this rate...) so i don't think i'll be talking too much about my other wips here until then. but i'm definitely still playing with them every once in a while lol

uhh not much else to say as far as general writing comments go. have some reading comments: Hell Bent was good but felt a bit messier than the first book imo, 4 stars. Artificial condition absolutely fucked, 5 stars. and i'm not very far in A Rival Most Vial but i love love love it so far.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

so yes this draft is coming along nicely.

right now i'm in the weird bit between the drama of the midpoint and the drama of the climax where things sort of slow down a bit... i'm trying to figure out if i need to add stuff to keep it from dragging but i'm stumped as to what.

i can't tell at what point i need to fix things now or leave things for Future Me. like i can't avoid my problems forever lmao i do have to become Future Me at some point...

there's also a few bits where i don't know if it's actually bad and needs to be fixed or if i'm just overthinking things lol. i've already bothered my rubber duckie (you know who you are <3) too many times for things that i thought were problems that in the end only needed the simplest of solutions... so maybe i need to just leave it be and see what my beta readers think?

speaking of betas... i'm a little *insert gif of me vibrating at the speed of sound* at the thought of people actually Reading My Writing... it feels like that might be happening soon... but i'm probably getting a bit ahead of myself 😅

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i can never remember what i've posted for AR yet and what i haven't but i did change this scene a bit from the first draft. so without further ado, have some Azami being badass and standing up to a space pirate who had kidnapped her. warnings for weapons i guess, lmk if there's anything else i should warn for

With a smirk, Song let go of Azami’s wrist, and that was there he made the grave mistake of turning his back to her.

Petra caught Azami’s eyes flick down to his belt a split second before she pounced. Hands still tied, she gripped the handle of his plasma wand, yanked it out of its holster, and jabbed it at the back of Song’s head.

“Answer the question, asshole!” she shrieked.

Song stopped walking, but didn’t flinch. His smirk merely widened as he slowly turned around to face her. “Do you even know how to use that, sweetheart?”

Azami pointed the wand between his legs and squeezed a button. A flash of light filled the room as a blue laser shot out of the rusty handle. It flew just shy of Song’s crotch, singeing the fabric of his pants, before hitting the floor with a loud crack and a flurry of sparks. Petra yelped and jumped back. Song sucked in a sharp breath, finally dropping his cool demeanour.

“That was a warning. I’ll blast your balls clean off next time,” Azami promised, aiming the wand a bit higher.

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general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepenss @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda rogue taglist:

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#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

okay, so i know that we, the player, are technically a disembodied emotional support ghost that is technically tied to nikki, but just imagine if any of the other characters were able to see us, but by complete chance. but they can only see us for maybe a few brief minutes at a time before we vanish again, and, depending on said character's personality and beliefs, they're wondering who the hell we are and how we vanished or wondering if they can exploit this by attempting to do what they did before and using you as bait of sorts and stealing away nikki's emotional support.

long ass writing below! ( lmao )

as for the method of how they were given the chance to see us, maybe they barely grazed the ocean of memories subconsciously, whether accidentally or purposefully. again it all depends on the character themselves. and how they react to barely grasping what they shouldn't have grasped also depends on the character.

they then go about their normal day, and by chance, they come across or spot nikki doing whatever, but this time, there's something different. they see...you. that in itself isn't specialーyou're just like another everyday person walking about. but no, you seem to stand out. but mostly because nobody even seems to notice you. how can they tell? well, you're just making it so obviousーyou're shoving your face into others, peering over their shoulders at what they're doing, poking and prodding at them. and nobody reacts; no one shoves you away, no one gives you odd looks, just...nothing. like you're a lost spirit that floats about. and you're so obviously out of place; something seems so off yet alluring about you.

but then, just like that, you vanish. like you hadn't even existed in the first placeーfading away like grains of sand into the warm air. they blink, shaking their head, even wondering if they hadn't had enough sleep, their work was beginning to affect them, or it was just a figment of their imagination. they shake their head, rub their temple, and begin to mumble something incoherent; something about focus and paying attention.

haha-

aaa

aa

that day is nothing special; the sun is out, people are going about their daily lives, nothing out of the ordinary. you silently but continuously follow behind nikki, wandering off when she's become engrossed into something that caught her eye and only returning when she makes an attempt to whisper for you or inconspicuously motioning for you. when she doesn't need you, you go right back to observingーwell, technically you're invading their personal space, but nobody can even see you, much less feel your touch. you vaguely remember nikki saying how your touch felt similar to how a cool breeze would feel, but she could vaguely feel your padded fingers. then again, these were ordinary people, so you shoved the guilt of acting like a weirdo and invading their personal space into the back of your mind.

you've crouched in front of a child who was clinging onto her mother's skirt. tugging and squealing for her attention. ' how cute, ' you simply muse, admiring the mere simplicity of such an everyday activity. when you grow bored, and admittedly, rather annoyed by the squealing, you stand back up, ready to skip over to nikki's side to whisper the words only she could hear.

butー

they're staring.

they're staring.

you remember them; how could you ever forget them. one of the many persons that nikki has come across and become acquainted with on her journey. they've never spared you a glance - they couldn't see you, nor could they hear your snarky comments about their behavior that were whispered into nikki's ear.

they're staring right at you.

their eyes pierce right into your very being, and you can't help but stare back, your expression twisting into a grimace, something unknown bubbling in the pit of your stomach. something akin to fascination - no, intrigue, is written clearly across their expression, like they were told the secrets of the universe. they don't move, so utterly focused on your very presence - it scares you. they couldn't see you - shouldn't see you.

they're staring right fucking at you.

a part of you briefly wonders if they could truly see you - the idea of someone else seeing you excites you, finally able to talk to anyone else normally and not be a ghost. but at the same time, the way they gaze at you leaves much to be desired.

but before you could think about anything else, you hear nikki attempting to get your attention without drawing any unwanted looks her way, and you finally let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding in. you immediately scurry over to her side, brushing off her and momo's questions of why your voice sounds so panicked and trying to change the topic. you knew how easily upset nikki could get, so you decided to not tell her.

but when you glance back to where they had stood, they were still there. only now, they were no longer looking at you, their eyes blinking and darting all over the place. before long, they rub their temple and you vaguely see their lips move to form soundless words you couldn't even begin to hear, much less understand. with that, they merely turn and leave, seeming to have gained their composure and-

they hadn't seen you.

yes, that's it. they'd been stressed by their work and what entailed with it and they had merely had the exhaustion catching up to them. you half-heartedly smile, feeling satisfied in both the convincing and remembering that much about them in the first place. your memory seemed to be improving the more time you spent with nikki like this.

ー

you hum to yourself, swaying on the sidewalk of the city as you wander about yet again. curiosity having gotten the better of you, you'd decided to go exploring on your own around the city and see what you could before nikki would be on the move yet again. not that you minded.

no one can see you, so you don't care if you act weird. making little dances whenever you feel like it, swinging your arms about like you've been set on fire, and the like. so you don't care about what anyone would think, because they can't see you, so what does it matter?

no one can even touch you anyways, so you don't have to worry about being accidentally struck by some person stretching their limbs, or some idiot not looking where they're going. but you still sometimes like to pretend you're still there, just to drive away the ebbing loneliness that comes and goes like ocean waves.

so when you feel pressure on your arm, you don't pay attention to it, because you just assume it to be the ark calling you back, for whatever reason.

but when the pressure becomes more firm, and it feels like someone is grabbing you, firmly. and you find yourself whirling around and-

they're standing right there.

you feel your heart drop into your stomach, everything stops and freezes. they're holding onto your arm, a gentle but firm grip on your forearm. their expression is filled with fascination as they stare into your eyes, this time, only much, much closer. you can feel your brain going at 100 miles an hour, trying to comprehend how the fuck they can even see you, much less even touch you. they shouldn't even be able to do it.

they give you a small smile, their eyes crinklingーthey're planning something, you know it. you can feel your stomach twisting.

" so you are real, " they breathe out, their grip tightening on your arm per your attempt to break free like they fear you escaping. you near shudder at the tone of their voice, wanting nothing more than to run back to nikki's side and forgetting this ever happened.

" and here i thought i was just hallucinating."

they don't let go. you feel like curling up into a hole.

#shining nikki #this really went from a small idea to a small blurb wtfff #you can insert any shining nikki character in here #shining nikki x reader #this is bad but i tried my best

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𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 Chapter 7: a Love Left Behind

Hero Kaeya x Villain male reader

Summary: The home you used to share is a place full of memories. Why did you leave it behind?

Word Count: 4,362

Warnings: gore description of severly injured animal, mention of crying, breakdown, distancing oneself from one's lover, nearly vom*ting

Mayb’s notes: I'll be honest, the reasoning for this (you'll see at the end of the chapter) is shallow. 'Tis longer than I thought it'd be. LMAO I REACHED PICTURE MAX ON THIS POST

Sometime 6 years ago...

Another year, another birthday. Being 21 was new, along with this creaking home and passive lifestyle. Two years ago, fresh out of Mondstadt, the place you called a home for most of your life, you wouldn't have thought you'd be spending any time at all like this: a house in the middle of nowhere, a comfortable nowhere, living self-sufficiently and oh so peacefully... It was hard to imagine.

Yet, here you were. The climax of your life felt like it was gone, over with. You deserved this after all that, Kaeya says. You have to agree.

You feel happy as you blow out your candles.

Kaeya told you it was hard to smuggle a cake out of Mondstadt, especially on your notorious birthday. He told you about the baker's confused face, how he looked like he'd been pondering over the occassion, and he told you about his excuses. Oh it's his nieces birthday! Kaeya didn't have a niece, and Diluc no spouse. The baker somehow believed it.

You feel happy as you watch his face.

Kaeya wears a goofy smile; no doubt, you do too, maybe even a sillier look rests upon your lips. You find yourself pleased in the smile of his deep blue eye, too, and that star you've always sworn the Gods designed in his pupil.

You feel happy as he begins an intimate moment.

Kaeya stands from his spot across from you and makes his way over. His soft hand finds yours, and he leans down towards your ear. "Happy birthday." He says for the umpteenth time that day. He presses a kiss to the tip of it, then trails another to your cheek, and finally one on your lips.

You feel happy as you hold him.

Your arms find themselves around him, his waist and his torso. It's a secure hold, he'd say. You'd say you're not holding him tight enough. Even so, there's a warmth to this hug. It's pleasant, like he's your thick blanket on the coldest days of winter. He had that effect on you, despite being attuned to the intricacies of Cryomancy.

And you feel happy with him.

Regardless of the day, regardless of it being your first day of your twenty-first year, regardless of the occasion, his mere presence was enough to brighten your day. You hoped it would always be this way.

Kaeya felt a little offended when he found you taking a nap at your hammock on the porch when he arrived. He had specifically told you that today, he had the opportunity to visit you again. He'd even planned out a little date! You were going to get another earful of how hard it was to smuggle himself and date items (board games, books, foods) out of Mondstadt once he woke you up.

You wanted to stay awake, really, you did, it's just that sleep was calling your name. You were tired, despite it hardly being afternoon. Garden work wasn't easy, you'd say. He'd say, you could do garden work another day.

"Do you know all the questioning looks I got at the market? All the doubts they–" He stops when he watches your eyes flutter close again, "Hey, you're not listening to me, are you?"

"Hm?" With your eyes still closed, he gets his answer, even if you deny it. "Mm, no, definitely am."

Kaeya sighs. He can't be mad at you, and he wasn't in the first place. Just... a little disappointed. "Okay, fine, get up. I've got a date planned."

This date involved a picnic blanket, basket, and activity.

The afternoon sun was warm upon your back, not that you minded with the cooling he provided with his Cryomancy.

Kaeya takes bites out of his apple as he makes smooth, calculated moves across the chessboard. You, as much as you'd like the truth to be the opposite, absolutely sucked at the game so much you don't even know why he remained focused.

"And... checkmate." He takes an annoyingly loud sip of his juice before continuing, "You kinda suck at this, my love."

"Well, sweet pea," He can hear the sarcasm in your tone, "you can't blame me. I haven't even seen a chessboard in two years." You wish that was an exaggeration.

His eyebrows furrow, "Really?" then raise up when you affirm. "Ah, my bad then...wow. You should've mentioned it."

Kaeya ruffles through his bag to find a board game you have seen since your time outside of Mondstadt. It's a fruitless search, as you know and as he'll soon come to learn. Where was one–not to mention, a one that was declared to be a villain by civilization–going to find a board game, when the only place they were accepted to be was nature?

After you deny the entire list of board games he'd brought from either being within your memory or seen with your own eyes in the timespan of two years, only because he'd be better at these board games than you, from having played them within that time, he sighs and stands. The gesture makes you curious, of course. He then extends his hand to you, which you take hesitantly to rise with him. "If it's not board games, then perhaps we can dance."

"Without music?" You say, although there's other reasons not to. One of those being the fact it was afternoon, and you were outside. This is not the most normal of situations to dance in.

"I'm sure you know a spell or two."

It's your turn to sigh. "Alright." You did know a spell (or two), and for a long time, it was your specialty.

Kaeya perks up, his eye widens a slight bit and his lips upturn in a smile, as his gaze finds a piano off to the side. There's a melody playing from it, ball music, despite its keys not even being pressed down. It's an illusion, a major one, he can tell from all the time he's spent with you on the battlefield.

He wastes no time examining the piano–past first glance–and brings you to a sway. "Do you still remember how to dance?"

"Of course I do." It was often that he'd whisk you away to dance, at least relative to other couples. A weird thing to do as teens, you thought at the time, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Good." Is all he replies with before beginning a familiar dance.

It's rather hard to dance on a clumpy, uneven blanket atop damp grass; with canvas shoes not fit for dance, and your hair getting in the way. Despite this, neither of you seem to show it. His left foot doesn't find itself clamping down on your toes, nor do your feet find themselves tripping over stray obstacles.

It's almost in your nature to be dancing with him, as if you're two pieces in a puzzle fitting together. His hand on your shoulder, yours on his waist, remaining hands clasped together; his eye stares into yours, giving you access to admire that deep blue you could compare to a night sky, and that wonderful smile on his face.

You could stay like this forever.

Mornings living here, with nature at your doorstep, were wonderful. It was often you were woken up by a singing bird or chattering squirrel, not that you minded though, they seemed to wake you up at a good time. Not sunrise nor afternoon, but a nice time of the morning.

You suppose, however, that you have to be a light sleeper for that to be your alarm clock. Evidently, Kaeya's still snoring at your side. You have to pry his fingers from their harsh clasp around your torso to get up, and even then he doesn't wake.

Sleeping beauties should have their beauty sleep, you guess.

This morning is rather nice, in terms of breakfast that is. Kaeya brought a bag of groceries when he came over. Living in a city, you used to take groceries and food for granted. You had anything you wanted at your fingertips! Out here, though... You could only grow so much in your garden. Some things were just too complicated for you, whether it be their need for specific terrain or meticulous techniques.

Oh, how you missed strawberries. Lunch meats? Coffee beans? Watermelon? Magnefique.

You set off to making breakfast. You knew a thing or two, now that you didn't have access to Sara's cooking (or Good Hunter's other cooks, for that matter).

When the food's getting most fragant, Kaeya's come round the corner. Perhaps the smell woke him up. He yawns and stretches his arms far, far above his head. "Morning, sleeping beauty."

He rolls his eye, "Morning," He's sluggish as he slumps against your shoulder and presses a kiss against your cheek, "What're we havin'?"

"Bold of you to assume–"

"I know you cook for the both of us."

You huff at his direct deflection of your joking, "Okay then. We'll have it your way. We're having..."

He musters up as much enthusiasm as he can in this groggy morning, and exclaims, "Delectable!"

Breakfast in the backyard seemed fitting enough today. There's leftover rain in the form of dew atop your crops, air's a nice humid, and the sun's bright and warm yet not overwhelming. This scenery is easy to bask in when you sit on your outside table, which found its cozy spot in the middle of the path, that curves around the seating on either side, leading to the lake. You can see from here that your neighbors across the lake–who are luckily not aware of your homicidal conviction–are also enjoying the morning outside.

The food also makes Kaeya perk up. He's awake now, albeit not at a wide level of awakeness. "Sometimes I envy your life over here."

"Hmm," You pick at your food with your fork, "It's not as glorious at it seems." You decide to spare him the grand speech of how it is out here, for sake of his attentiveness.

He chuckles, "That, I'm aware of. Still... Mondstadt's not exactly as much of a home." 'as this place is' he fills in within his mind, and hopes you do too.

You'll have to agree, considering everything that's happened over there. That place felt like a ride downhill on an unpredictable young horse, with drama and mystery around every corner. Controversy in the middle of nowhere fell short in comparison; like a dull weapon against sharpened blade, the difference was stark.

If it weren't for your exile, you would've been torn between the two lifestyles. This life was more work-heavy, while the previous was more... entertaining, you surmise.

"Suppose you get the best of both worlds, though."

"That is true. I do call spending time with you the best of this 'world'."

It was unfortunate that you weren't able to spend every day with Kaeya.

He was already a suspicious guy, but if an important Knight of Favonius left the city each day, everyone would be suspicious. He planned out his moments with you deliberately, from his arsenal of excuses down to his alibis. To do so was tedious, yes, but to spend time with you was both reason and reward enough.

Being left to your lonesome was certainly not the funnest of times, especially with his absence being an everpresent thought in your mind. Still, you'd grown used to it.

It's one of these days as you hang up your clothes that his absence is not a problem. Kaeya reassured you that he'd make time for a night with you that day, so you had the daylight all to yourself.

Sometimes you wished there was more action in your life. The mundane tasks of taking care of a home wasn't your thing.

Sometimes, however, you had to be careful what you wished for.

"Hector." That's the name you've chosen for the little bird that keeps bumping into your windows. He'd be... you'd have to add a 'late' to his name if it hadn't been for your use of powers.

You had to take an oath before your exile, a vow to never use Necromancy ever again. Who were you if you had followed your word, though?

You took pity on Hector, so you used a bit of your own life force to bring him back to life each time. He seemed to be greatful enough when you lifted him into your hands, so you didn't see why you should stop. If it was for your own well-being, his 'visits' were sporadic enough for you to regenerate beforehand.

This time, he's not flown into your window; instead, he's flown into a nearby tree trunk. "Pesky little bird." You tsk, bringing him into your hold and tracing a finger over the top of his head as you chant a spell. "There, good as new."

He quirks his head at you, from left to right, and chirps. "Good afternoon to you too." You say.

He flies away. Your gaze follows the invisible trail he leaves behind for a moment, which causes your eyes to land on something not far off.

...Is that–?

At once, you're weak. Your knees buckle suddenly at your weight and you find yourself on your hands and knees on damp grass. You've no time to worry about its muddy effects on your clothes, for there's something grander to think about.

Your lunch is trying to exit your body, and as much as it wants to leave, your desire for it not to is greater. Your hand comes up to your mouth, dirt and grime smothering your lips, holding it shut. You force yourself to swallow down your barf, as disgusting as it is in your throat.

You have to get inside. Now.

Your trek–run, more like–up to the house is rather messy. You're tripping over your own feet, which are already struggling to hold you up on their own, stray rocks and branches and even your laundry basket. Either way, even if you had to crawl, you would've made it inside.

Thoughts run around your mind a million miles per hour. What was that? What was that? What was it? Was it a squirrel? Why... Why did it cause such a reaction in you? What were you going to do now?

"My love!" A call, from the entrance, in a familiar voice. "I've managed to weasel myself out of Mondstadt earlier than–"

A blue eye–blue hair, blue tones on his outfit–oh familiar, widens as it sets upon you. He rushes too, to you. His hands are on your wrist, with the hand attached to it still holding your mouth shut tight despite the moment of retching being over, and your other dirty hand. "What's happened?"

You wish you knew, you explain as best you can in your current state, disheveled in more ways than one. "Something– a rodent, it was, it was there, on-on th-the grass! It was..."

"Deep breaths, in and out. Calm yourself. I'm here, you're here, we're safe. We're okay."

You follow as per his instructions and breath as best you can. It helps, yes, and though your mind becomes clearer, that horror of a... thing is still a jumbled mess in your mind. "It... its eyes seemed to be gouged out– but even though they weren't there at all, I could sense that... they weren't done by some kind of human or creature violence. It was almost as if it had inflicted it upon itself. Then, the flesh of its head was gone, as if eaten through by acid. Its skull opened up with holes, resembling spider webs, and I could peak at its brain despite these holes being pooled with blood. And..."

As if the imagery of pooling blood influences your actions, tears begin to pool in your own eyes. You bat them away as best you can, which causes a sob to rise to your throat. You swallow that one back, "I don't know why it caused such a reaction in me. I've seen worse," You know full well you haven't, "yet this was different."

"Have you seen anything like it?"

"No." At least, you couldn't remember. "No, no, I-I don't know." Your past... it was so foggy. What if you saw something back then, and your mind blocked it out? You didn't know for sure.

"That's okay." He repeats that once more as he wipes away the hair stuck on the cold sweat on your face, "We don't need an explanation. I'm going to go out there and–"

"No." Your hands grip his wrists, begging him to stay, "Stay. Stay with me."

"Of course, of course," Kaeya doesn't know why he even suggested going out in the first place, "I'll stay."

He hears your shaky breath, rearing in to speak again, and wishes he could steady it himself. "It was still alive."

Kaeya wishes for a lot of things. A great majority of them involves you and your well-being. For the most part, they used to be about your future life. He wished for the world to pardon your magic, to grow old with you, to travel the world with you, to live your entire lives together... When he's been away from you for a significant amount of time, he wishes to see you, to kiss your lips, wrap his arms around you, and to put his head on your chest and simply sleep.

Most recently, he wished he could take your strife away. Whatever it was that was causing you trouble, he wished it was gone. He wished he could keep you protected even in your sleep, when nightmares came. You knew a spell or two for it, yes, but you couldn't apply it to yourself; not in your unstableness. So, Kaeya took it upon himself to learn. He wished to do it quick.

Kaeya was careful in what he wished for. Even so, not many of his wishes came true.

He wished he could stay with you.

When the time came that he had to leave, he had no choice but to. You would have more than one problem if he were to stay and make himself suspicious. He couldn't place that burden on you.

But leaving you? He was barely sure that leaving was the better option.

Either way, you insisted on his leave. Kaeya felt hurt, but he wasn't in your shoes. He didn't judge nor object, as much as he wanted to.

When he returns again, riskily because he didn't bide his time as much as he has before or should've, you're distant from him; barely speaking a word. He couldn't blame you. He couldn't put any blame on you. He couldn't dream of even putting blame on you.

He tries his best to cheer you up, to keep your mind off that.. thing.

His hands find your hand in a clasp and your shoulder in a hold, with his feet in waltz, but it doesn't work. He places that anti-nightmare spell on you, but with his hasty learning, it doesn't work. He tells you a joke, he tries to banter with you, he brings anecdotes of Mondstadt, but it doesn't work.

He's desperate. He tries to bring you outside, to the lake, for a picnic but... of course it doesn't work. What was he even thinking?

You could barely take a step outside, let alone enough to bring you to the lake, before grimacing and forcing yourself back in.

"I'm sorry." He's taken to sitting in the living room, moving furniture away from the center of the rug to act as though it is your picnic blanket. He plays pretend picnic.

"I know." You're poking at your food weakly with a fork. There's no way you could play pretend in this state.

Kaeya breaths in. He feels hopeless, "So..." yet he tries anyway. "Learning any spells lately?"

That was so lame.

"No... there are a lot I'm interested in, still."

Hm? That's the most he's heard you speak in a while. This is progress, he can feel it. "Tell me about it. Perhaps we can learn together. I can borrow a spellbook from Lisa."

"Yes," Your fork finally finds its way through your food. "that sounds good."

"Okay, just a couple steps. Like baby steps, I suppose?" Kaeya's hand is secured around yours, like he's your anchor in a new, wholely new world. Except this wasn't a new world. This was your home; well, it was supposed to be. It almost felt unfamiliar, like your neighbors' backyard.

"I'll try my best."

Without you, the garden was overgrown in some parts and drying in others. Kaeya had tried his best to keep it neat, to keep it alive, but he wasn't you. He didn't have the experience of growing an entire garden and keeping it alive during the cold winter and hot summer. This enough was motivation for you. You couldn't let those crops you'd raised for an entire year already just die without a fight.

You take one step on the porch. Wood creaks under your foot. It would almost be scary if not for Kaeya's fingers, intertwined with yours; they make you feel secure. "Good."

You take another step. Both feet are outside now. There's nothing to be afraid of. "You're doing well."

"I can tell."

Kaeya missed that banter of yours. He's glad it's back, "Okay, okay."

Kaeya can see that the next steps are quicker, more controlled, less anxious. They're much easier to take, so you're barely focusing on taking them. It's almost as if no time has passed when you make it to the end of the porch.

His grin is evident on his face, spread across his cheeks ear to ear, as he takes the first step down. "You're doing great. Willing to take more?"

"Yea–"

Spoke too soon. You find yourself falling as you take your first step down, as you had your focus on Kaeya's face. He's quick to catch you in his arms, though, and also quick to laugh. "Across the porch, and its steps that defeat you!"

"Hey, in my defense–"

He cuts you off with the most affection he can muster. He kisses the tip of your nose, brings your foreheads together, and gives you another kiss. This one is placed on your lips, in the sweetest kiss you think you've ever felt. Clearly, he's elated.

"I love you." He says immediately when you part.

And you reply, "I love you too."

Just when he begins to feel hope, Kaeya's lost you, quite literally.

He can't find you anywhere; not in your house, not around it, not in the forest surrounding it either. It didn't make sense. Where could you be?

You'd made progress in going outside. You were able to tend to your garden and go as far as the lake, but the forest was an entirely different situation. You couldn't have gone there, not without telling him at least.

He tries his best to calm himself down. He can't, but he can't stop either. He has to find you.

In a state of panic, he leaves into the forest, in search of you.

Thanks to Kaeya, you'd begun to feel better about the outside. What could you ever do without him?

One morning, you were tending to your garden. It looked to be in much better shape now that you were there to take care of it. Even with your guidance, Kaeya would never be as good as you in terms of gardening. He had made it clear to you both in speech and action.

"Hector?"

You hadn't seen Hector since that... time. The moments when your thoughts drifted off to him, you only hoped he was alive and well; and that, he was. You were sure that blue bird you saw that day was him.

For the first time, he hadn't bumped into anything to catch your attention. Hector chirped. He seemed happy to see you.

"Hello to you too, love." If Kaeya knew you were calling a bird 'love' he would be rather jealous, you think.

Hector keeps flying up to you and flying back, as if he wants you to follow him. Curiously, you do.

Looking back at it now, you shouldn't have followed him. If the last time you did it it went wrong, it was bound to go wrong this time too. Although, you say that now, knowing what's going to happen. At the time, you still held a love for that little bird.

He leads you to a trail of blood leading into the woods. You should've turned back.

But, strangely enough, you weren't afraid of it now. You wanted to know what was on the other side. You wanted to know what caused you to feel so... conflicted that time. You wanted to figure it all out.

You wonder now, if you weren't so curious, how your life would've turned out.

Kaeya collapses on your couch, having searched everywhere for you. You weren't anywhere in the forest, the path to Mondstadt, nearby pubs... not even at your neighbors'.

For the umpteeth time since... he felt hopeless.

He sighs, deeply. The panic in his chest hasn't settled down yet. He's trying to calm it. If he closed his eye, would it help? He closes them and takes a deep breath. It doesn't help.

He opens his eye and moves them around the room. It looked the same as how he left it. Except... there's a letter on the table. He's so stupid.

Dear Kaeya,

I'm sorry to leave you, my love, but I've come upon a clue as to what happened that day. I'm going to take it. I don't want to share this burden with you, the chaos that is searching endlessly for something you don't even know of.

Does it even exist?

This question I hope to answer. However long it takes, I'll find that answer, and I'll be back. I'll be back to you in no time, and I'll take you in my arms. This, I promise.

Sincerely, (y/n).

And just like that, you were gone.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x male reader #🌂 // failure #blurred lines #blurred lines series #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #🎟 // genshin impact #🎫 // kaeya

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⊹summary; suna crashing into your house because he can't sleep

⊹pairing[s]; suna x f!reader

⊹genre; fluff, crack

⊹word count; 980 [not proofread]

⊹flight details; lmao, only the title is in malay, not the fic itself. Also, the title translates to 'night on a full moon' from malay. also, idk what ya'll expect from this fic, it's literally just them wrestling at the front door, talking about their future and fall asleep. enjoy ig

it's almost perfect. he's cozily tucked in his blankets and the pillow is cold enough for him to sink in it. suna's currently scrolling through his phone, changing from one app to the other, ready to sleep. except he can't.

he doesn't have the feeling of closing his eyes yet even with the preparation nicely done. it's just doesn't feel right.

suna stopped his finger from scrolling as he stare up at the ceiling, a familiar and comforting image fade into his mind,

"[y/n],"

"what the hell, you're coming this late?"

your boyfriend had called you a few minutes ago when you're about to tuck in, "then what're you doing up this late?"

"i have extra work, that's why. i already finished it tho, don't get worried about it," "well yeah, but i do know that you tend to overwork at times, just to make sure,"

a small smile graced your face at his words and just sigh. suna wasn't the most expressive but he still cares, and it shows by how many times he asked you questions. simple ones, such as,

'have you eaten?'

'are you feeling good?'

'do you need anything?'

and so on, "enough about that, back to my previous question- why're you even coming to my house,"

silence greeted you for at least a couple of seconds before a cough was first heard,

"my bed's all wonky," "what," "lemme just go to your house bye," "hey wait-!"

click. he literally just hung up on you after giving a horrible excuse, but it's pretty obvious on what intention he had. you look out from your window as the sight of the cloud covering half of the moon.

but it's pretty visible that it's a full moon tonight.

"you actually came?"

"am i not suppose to?"

suna rose a brow, hands tucked in his jacket and the glimpse of his phone peeking out from his pant's pocket. just like always when he asked to stay at your house for the night,

"well no, but you've come more frequently than before," "wow, you could've just said no when i asked to come," "do you really think i would say no to you?? cause even if i did say no, your stubborn ass would still walk all the way here," "isn't that the point? if you say yes, i'll come. you say no, i'll still come,"

you try to hit playfully but he caught your hands and passive aggressively push forward.

now you two are pushing each other's hand in front of your doorway. you can already hear your neighbor's complaint about having your 'creep' of a boyfriend over and do shits with him. but it doesn't matter anyway.

you pushed his hand to the side and let go off your grip, almost making him trip over his feet, "just, come inside, i can't with you right now,"

he rubbed his wrist and followed after you, closing the door behind him, "thanks for having me in ma'am, and that was a warm invitation just now,"

"shut up before i kick you out again,"

"wait no, don't. i was freezing outside, you can't throw be back there,"

"this isn't your house, so you can't do whatever you want,"

"tch, harsh,"

both of you are laying on the bed, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. just a gap of silence between you two but it's nice. that, is, until suna started talking again,

"have you thought what our future would be?"

you made no move to look at him and instead, rose a brow, "as in?" "y'know, our life together under the same roof, kids, jobs, ho-honeymoon,"

he stuttered a little before continuing on, "and maybe vacation plans," "well, vacation plans sounds nice," "yep, i already planned not one, but TWO earlier this month," "two?? let's hear it then,"

suna cleared his throat, slowly turning his head towards you and as if in command, you did the same.

and as expected, a shy smile's evident on his face, "we can either, a) have a nice cottagecore life in new zealand, picking flowers, making bouquets for each other and falling asleep under a tree with the sun shining above use. and if you didn't know, i've actually got into cottagecore recently too,"

he proudly said with a lazy expression as the finger he's holding up falls down to your shoulder, rubbing it slightly. he doesn't seemed like a guy who would be into cottagecore to be honestly but would you look at that.

suna always managed to surprise you everytime, even if it's the dumbest thing he ever think of, it always put a smile on your face. how could you not,

"that's cool, didn't think you're the type to be interested in it but go on," a chuckle escaped from his lips as the gap between you two started closing in,

"or b) we have a vacation home at langkawi. tropical vibes and just us having a good time. watching the waves and sunsets while walking through the beach. we could also explore around the city using a bicycle, wouldn't that be romantic you think, and don't worry, i won't make you fall down from it,"

you let out a quiet laugh, tangling your fingers in his hair. running through it in a slow manner, "sounds like two good plans to me, but i think we should keep it in the book for the moment,"

"okay," it's quiet response, but enough to fill your stomach with butterflies. suna put a hand behind your head, touching foreheads with you,

"are you going to sleep now?" you asked, only a mere whisper while he just nodded. your smile widened, kissing the corner of his lips in a slow pace. and with that, both of his eyes are shut.

suna can always sleep better with you next to him,

"good night," "good night,"

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu crack #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna fluff

[ethanharli]

Requested: 😘 i want to request, Reader is Eggsy ex-boyfriend (I guess) because Eggsy suddenly dissapear (coz his job being a spy) and no contact at all. One day reader see wounded Eggsy chased by some guy(VILLAIN) and reader help him to hide. And maybe some couple argument then room become heated and they can't help to touch each other lmao. Maybe some rough or kink to reminisce their relationship? Well anything is fine 😙

Pairing(s): Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): Slight Angst (but mostly fluff), Slight Arguing, Nfsw/Smutt, Kinda rough, Definitely biting, Couch sex, Begging.

A/n- I have never seen Kingsman and I have no idea if it takes place in a city (cause that's what I did and I realized it right when I finished it). And I'm sorry if this is bad :"(

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Pushing my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket I looked at the night sky, letting out a long drawn out breath, just to watch it blow away in the cold air. I always made it a habit to go on cool night walks, but they always feel lonelier then they used to, mostly cause I used to go on these walks with my ex-lover. It's been about two, maybe three years since he disappeared, just up and left with no way to get in contact with him, and I've slowly made peace with the fact I might not ever get to see him again, so all I can do is hope that where ever he is, he's okay. Taking a deep breath I headed down the sidewalk, trying to avoid the people that walked by, but out the corner of my eye I spotted two people running on the other side of the street, and I couldn't help but feel like one of them seemed familiar.

Looking down the side walk and back towards were I saw them, I didn't know what to do, on one hand I wanted to see what was going on but on the other I just wanted to head home. "Fuck it" After a moment of thinking it over I quickly crossed the street, making my way down the path they had ran, cursing once again when I found a gate blocking my way. Ripping off my jacket I let it fall to the ground before gripping onto the gate and swiftly pushing myself over it, hitting the ground on the other side with a soft thud. A small huff slipped past my lips as I saw only two paths, both left and right, most noise and footsteps coming from the left so I headed towards the right, "If I'm quick enough I might be able to get there before them."

Picking up the pace I quickly darted around the corners, using my security guard training as a way to keep a steady breath and cut corners. Finally making it to a clearing I saw the street was bustling with people, so taking a deep breath I headed to the other side of the alley, seeing the two quickly heading this way. So pressing my back to the other side of the wall I hid from their vision, quickly grabbing the arm of the one being chased as he came out of the alley and pulling him to the side. "What the-" I didn't let him continue as I dragged him into the crowd, watching as the other person let out a frustrated huff, scanning around on last time before walking away.

"[Y/n]?" I instantly turned at the call of my name, about to question how they knew it until my eyes meet a familiar blue pair. "Eggsy.." My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him, his brown hair obviously slick with gel but slowly starting to fall in front of his face, lips slightly parted as he panted for breath, but his eyes had me captivated, as they always did and I didn't know how to feel, torn between hugging him or yelling at him. Yet, once I heard a soft hiss slip past his lips as he gripped his side I pushed my feelings away and gently rested my hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the crowd, "Let's get you patched up." We didn't speak much on the way towards my apartment, he mostly sent awkward glances my way but I was to stuck in my own head to really care.

So when we arrived I made sure to check around making sure we weren't followed before I got him inside and settled him on a chair in the living room. "Take your shirt off, I need to look at the wound" I spoke bluntly, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's him, that he's here, after three long, painful years of nothing, he's finally here. Shaking my head I pulled out a first aid kit from the top cupboard, making sure to take a seat in front of the injured male, while trying to make sure my eyes didn't wander over his bare torso. Yet I immediately spotted the medium sized bruise on his side, it was a nasty shade of dark purple and I could tell it'll last for a long while, so, I went to work.

Five minutes, it took five minutes of him staring at me and gently pressing a heated pad to his side for him to finally say something. "You're still here? You always talked about moving, you worked hard so you could" His tone was soft and steady, but hesitant and I can't really blame him for that. Fidgeting every so often under my touch, trying to relax against the chair as I tapped my foot against the wooden floor, "Yeah well, that was before my boyfriend just up and disappeared out of no where." I didn't mean for the words to come out so harsh, but I couldn't deny the anger that slowly bubbled up within me. All the pent up anger and frustration over the years that I tried so hard to forget about, coming crashing back in one big tidal wave.

"[Y/n], I'm sorry I-"

"You're sorry?"

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him, trying my best to keep my anger under wraps as I grit my teeth together, "You left! Do you know how hard it was to know I went to sleep with you in my arms, thinking everything was alright, that we were alright, only to wake up with you gone." My body tensed at the memory of that night, remembering how we laughed and kissed, like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world and it was just us two. Going to bed with him in my arms, and telling each other 'I love you,' only to wake up alone, with all his stuff gone as well, "[Y/n] I had no choice." Something in me seemed to snap as I quickly stood from my seat, the hand that kept the warm pack on his side tensing slightly, as I leaned over him, not caring about the close proximity when I rested my hand on the back of the chair, trapping him between it and myself.

"No choice? You could've told me you were leaving! I spent three years- three long agonizing years thinking you left cause you didn't want to be with me anymore! And if that were the case then why not just fucking tell me?!" I couldn't stop the sudden rise of my voice, glaring into his blue eyes as I brought myself closer to him, making sure to keep eye contact even if we were only a few inches apart. Letting out a heavy breath I ignored the heat rising in his cheeks as I pressed forward, "I spent countless nights looking for you! Wondering where the hell you could've gone, and wondering if you were alright, cause I was scared shitless!" Tears slowly gathered in my eyes as I looked at him, feeling my heart ache in my chest, not feeling the way his hands rested on my arms.

"I was told to give up, I was told to accept the reality that you were probably dead, but I couldn't- I couldn't because I lo-!" My eyes widened when he pulled me down into a desperate kiss that I couldn't help but sink into, letting my eyes flutter shut as I brought my hand to the back of his head, running my fingers through the soft brown strands as our lips slid together perfectly, and I couldn't help but remember those countless nights we shared before as I dragged my tongue along his lower lip, shyly brushing our tongues together when he finally granted me access. However my hands traveled beneath his thighs, making sure not to touch his bruise as I hoisted him up and moved us towards the couch, pressing his bare back against the couch cushions before I peeled off my shirt and threw it to the side. I practically drank in the sight of him, a rosey red blush coated his cheeks and dusted lightly over his shoulders, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly, "Absolutely stunning, every god damn inch of you."

His blush only seemed to deepen from my words, while our noses bumped together slightly as he quickly pulled me back down into a feverish kiss, my hands trailing over his torso, rolling my thumbs over his nipples, forcing a high pitched whimper past his throat that had my cock throbbing from the sound of it. "Good to know you're still sensitive here" A sly smirk was brought to my face as I leaned towards his neck, dragging my tongue up his heated skin before I chuckled softly and bit down, "Ngh!" His pleasured grunts and roll of his hips against my own encouraged me to continue, making sure to litter his neck and shoulders with multiple love bites, as my thumbs continued to toy with his perky buds. "F-Fuck, [Y/n] please.." Sitting up I adjusted myself between his legs, drawing my tongue over my upper lip as I looked down at him, "C'mon baby, you know what to do" He narrowed his eyes at me in slight irritation but he knew as well I did that he enjoys it. So propping himself up against the armrest he looked me in the eyes as he unbuckled his pants, "Please [Y/n].. I need you, I need to feel you," He panted softly, beginning to slide out of his jeans and boxers, "Please, fill me up."

The mere sight of him nearly had me choking, and I hadn't realized just how much I missed the feeling of him beneath me, the feeling of him pressed against me. In a quick motion I brought my fingers to my lips, coating them in my saliva before moving them between his legs and positioning my middle finger at his entrance, "You ready sweetheart?" Watching him nod I let out a drawn breath before slowly pressing my finger inside him, watching him squirm a bit and I couldn't help but notice how tight he is.

"Let me kn-"

"Move."

His breathy moan caught me a bit off guard, but I was happy to comply and started to thrust my finger at an even pace, letting my lips continue to explore the unmarked places of his neck before sliding in another finger, "Ngh, Fuck" His moans only spurred me on and I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortably tight my pants have gotten. "Please just- just put it in [Y/n] please!" With a low chuckle I nodded my head, pulling my fingers out of him so that I could take off my own jeans and boxer briefs, then position my tip at his entrance, slowly pushing inside of him and shuddering at the feeling of his tight walls around me. "Fuck! Y-You can move" Letting out a soft pant I slowly rocked my hips, letting us both adjust until I quickened my pace, searching for a certain spot I had memorized years ago.

His nails dug in and raked down my back, letting out a broken shuddering moan that let me know I had found it, "There! Shit-" He groaned out as I made sure to hit that spot, raising my hand to gently wipe away the tears that gathered in his eyes before capturing his lips with my own, feeling his hips jerk when my other hand made it's way to his throbbing cock, causing my core to sting when he moaned into my ear, "I-Im gonna cum" He hissed softly, now rocking his hips with my own. "Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me" I spoke huskily, running my thumb over his tip while hitting his prostate dead on. Causing his body to shudder and tense beneath me, cumming into my hand as I speeded up my thrusts, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, "In or out?" I asked through clenched teeth, feeling him wrap his legs tightly around my waist, "In."

So with a quick thrust I came inside him, letting out hard batted pants that mixed with his own, and I couldn't help but lay on his chest, cuddling into him like I had done many times in the past, loving the feeling of his fingers running through my hair, I was tired, we both were, but I was scared to fall asleep, "Eggsy.." I spoke softly, looking up into his eyes as he smiled back at me, "Yes?"

"Please be here when I wake up.."

"I will, I promise."

And to my surprise, he was.

#kingsman #x male reader #x seme male reader #eggsy x reader #eggsy x male reader #eggsy x top male reader #eggsy x seme male reader #eggsy x dom male reader #kingsman eggsy

[hhjs]

rewind, revive. (all that we are.)

pairing. — kim sunwoo x reader.

genre. — angst.

alternatively. — wherein letting go is all but a reminder of why he seemed to hold on.

mystery trope!

word count. — 2.8 k

note. — inspired the nbhd's 'wdywfm' and 'reflections'. (impacting characters exactly in that order of the songs.) this is unedited so bear with me lmao

Regret is a funny thing.

One can feel it approaching light years before the realisation hits. Like squinting at dim headlights in the distance, before the vehicle picks up pace, before the tires skid against wet gravel, before it finally, finally occurs that it's too late, too late to go back and walk away, to stop oneself from facing the impact head on. From having the air knocked right out of one's lungs.

Sunwoo knows for a fact what he is doing fits that criteria.

Something about the prevailing silence that comes after heated arguments is utterly eerie; being an on and off couple for the longest time indicated that you recognised that much.

"I think we should take a break. Figure things out on our own."

He looks at the little scar you'd gotten from accidentally ramming your toe into the doorframe because you were too excited to see him. (It's healing.) No, that's not right. From this position, sat atop the sofa, when he's holding his head in his palms as your tone rises mid syllable, that's all he can see. No, he can't look at you. He can't look at himself in your eyes now, dropped way below all expectations you held to him once, silhouette of his peeved face in them leaves a rancid emotion inside his belly.

"Is that what you really want?" You ask, this time with a slight hint of surrender in your voice.

Sunwoo wants to say he doesn't exactly know what he wants, what he is feeling, perhaps it's the aftermath of working too hard, taking on too much stress, or so Changmin explained to him earlier that week, he doesn't quite perceive himself as someone who could lament his problems easily - however, it's very clear to him that he is pushing you away, sealing himself off suddenly, missing out on dates, calls and falling short in the department of being his usual affectionate self.

Or maybe, Sunwoo doesn't love you anymore.

What if he's never loved you at all? What if whatever you have is all a resultant of mere infatuation and he was too young to differentiate from the start?

Whatever it is, Sunwoo isn't too sure, but you... obviously notice. He's always finding excuses to distance himself and it's changing you, who you used to be when he fell in love with you. In fact, every day is a constant evidence of just how disconnected your relationship is from how it was in the beginning, in the 'honeymoon stage' or whatever. The way he tenses up when you throw an arm around him every night he plops down against your shared bed too late, only entertaining your comforting words with monosyllabic responses; he seems to test your patience, trying to find your breaking point.

And this is it, he thinks.

What you suggested as an innocent movie night with him, trying to get him to talk to you, about anything, anything at all, soon took a bad turn when you reached out to interlock your arms and he found himself brushing you off.

It was just the same little act that piled and piled atop all of his 'little acts' and this final blow sent everything tumbling down, all at once. The way you stared at your spread out, empty palm as you asked him why he was being like this is an image he finds difficult to forget.

Albeit he doesn't hesitate, asking you to stop nagging him, to stop overreacting. To just leave him alone.

Now, with the weight of his words absent inside, all he senses is blatant emptiness taking refuge in its place, an epiphany that he can't take back what he said.

You don't say a word when Sunwoo's reply comes in the form of an affirmative nod and what's worse, he thinks, is that you don't look surprised.

As if you saw it coming all along.

...

When he agrees to put up with one of the double dates Eric set, it's because his friends are convinced that the relationship has reached a dead end. Sunwoo ignores that idea and indulges in what he perceives as newfound freedom.

Even though the excitement of getting to know someone new is momentary, replaced by a strong underlying feeling that nauseates him. Whenever Sunwoo looks over the candlelight and watches his date smile back at him, it feels like he's doing something wrong. Something hypocritical.

Recently, every day feels the same. Every hour melding into the same old routine. This is boredom, Sunwoo tells himself, though he's positive it's anything but.

It's quite a surprise not having chanced upon you by accident, given years of dating has merged your social circles.

Really, when he thinks about it, Sunwoo's known you for the longest time.

Since he was sure he would fail a calculus pop quiz and he kicked your chair to gather correct answers, you were so shy, innocent and how that sparked a sense of adoration in him for the first time ever, since you ended up becoming best friends in spite of your essentially different personalities. Sunwoo tries to remember the exact feeling of snowflakes collecting on his cheeks, in your eyelashes, his cool fingers in his pockets, while a street light buzzed overhead - not every detail is clear - but the sight of your beaming face as he timidly confessed his feelings is unmistakable. As time passes, he tries thinking about it more and more, afraid someday he'll look back and miss out the most essential rudiments of the event. Or worse, forget altogether. It's such a distant, fleeting moment that elicits a bittersweet sensation in him. Sweet because some part of him will always be entwined with some part of you, bitter because you were no longer together.

Sunwoo shakes his head, as though the gesture ought to come in assistance in ridding himself of the aforementioned thoughts. He's the one who wanted this whole break thing, right?

He pushes his trolley around, leans on the handle like he used to as a kid and paces up through empty lanes after looking around to see that the seven eleven store is mostly empty. He successfully breezes through aisles and throws in packaged kimbap, frozen fried rice and crisps to his trolley; and then, suddenly, a juice extract shelf in the distance catches his eye.

Sunwoo focuses his vision and marks his next destination, all the while imitating low humming of a makeshift engine with his mouth.

But of course, much to his dismay, his trolley jams right into another that approached out of the aisle to his side that he hadn't kept an eye on in moving only forward.

He mutters a string of quiet apologies, bowing briefly and hoping to God that the person hadn't heard him swear under his breath. "It's alright."

Sunwoo looks up and blinks curiously recognition washing over him.

It's only been a few weeks but the sight of your face, the real thing, not instagram photos, not the ones in his money bag or photo frames in his drawer, hits him with the force of a bullet train.

Your face is bare, shadows splattered against your forehead and the tip of your nose because you're wearing his - and he only realises now - ridiculously big, pink bucket hat, a hand casually positioned into a jacket pocket, there's something so endearing about this.

"Hey." Sunwoo says.

"Hey."

You stare at him for a good second and then as if realising something, you blink rapidly, fishing out a pear extract juice to dump it in his trolley. "Here."

It is an unspoken gesture, to relay that you still remember what he likes and what he doesn't like, that you've unraveled the likes of Sunwoo, excavated all the little, measly, trivial quirks, secrets and lies buried deep inside the cavity of his chest.

"Thanks." Sunwoo just stares, entranced.

It is only when he's back home, nuzzled into the comfort of his favourite blanket that still smells a little like you, does he realise he misses you.

...

"I don't care."

Sunwoo thinks he means it, like this, when he has a hoodie pulled over his head and balances a controller with great expertise, looking perfectly unfazed by Chanhee's comment about whether or not he should invite you to his party, it almost sounds true. "I just wanna see them." He settles. Time apart only reminded him just how impatient he could be when he wanted something and wasn't getting it immediately. He is seeing clearly, you're the only constant in the overwhelming vicissitudes of his life, the only one who saw him at his worst as you did at his best and stayed. That comfort, that very familiarity, is far better than the infamous honeymoon stage or any stage, for that matter.

Sunwoo realises that now. Even if it's just a little late.

Rolling his eyes, Chanhee pushes a grocery bag containing the former's snack and tears open a packet of honey crisps.

Prior to this confession, no matter how much Sunwoo insisted that he was fine, that his stare didn't linger every time he mistook a stranger for you, that he definitely didn't pretend to do the dishes even though he refused to do the chore under any other circumstances just to overhear his friends talking about a new event in your life, or just... about you, Chanhee doesn't believe him.

In retrospect, no one does. But Chanhee is least discreet about it.

"I don't suppose that's a good idea..." He pauses, swallowing, "What if things go south?"

Beneath an act of trying to untie the grocery bag, Sunwoo contemplates that he doesn't know how to respond to this inquiry, he had pictured your next meeting many a times, prepped himself to do or say very particular things, the way you always made up, time and time again forgiving each other in spite of all obstacles in your way, to a point where you friends got tired of you going back and forth, convinced that you could never really break up... - no, he is sure nothing can change, that's a blatant impossibility, Sunwoo knows you and you know him. No matter how much he fucks up - you know he'll always come back to you.

That's how it has always been.

"Figures, huh?"

Sunwoo scoffs, noting the way his friend's expression morphes to a confused furrowing of brows. He holds the yellow classic salted packet up instead whilst wrinkling his nose more than necessary, knowing the remark would prompt Chanhee to get annoyed and forget all about his own remark. “You got the wrong flavour again.”

The older male crumples a crisp in his palm and flicks it at Sunwoo.

The answer is simple, he'll never know if he never tries. Love is not chance but a decision, love is a choice, isn't it?

Well, Sunwoo chose you, he chooses you. He'll choose you over and over again.

...

"Can we talk?"

You nod slowly, a sigh escaping your parted lips. An expression on your face that Sunwoo can't put a finger on. But he doesn't have to, not when you comply so easily, joining him out into the balcony divorced from the apartment rife with noise and evidence of inebriation.

You lean over the railing, your eyes travelling far off into the impossibly dark scenery, the silence is imbued with a vague sense of eerie, the kind that ensues before something terrible happens.

All Sunwoo can think about is how beautiful you are. Suddenly, he feels guilty - see, he can't remember the last time he appreciated you, showered you with accolades you most certainly deserve. He mimics your position, turning his head slightly to take in every detail. Committing it all to memory. Things are different now. You look different.

Last time he saw you, he could map out the swollen quality of your eyes, nails bitten and chipped, the little characteristics that gave away you weren't doing well. Now, there's an indescribable glow to your face, something under the perfectly dolled up look, the red beret on your head, matched with an utterly fabulous coat that guards you from cool autums.

It's a new outfit. The discomfort is newer.

"You look great." He finally speaks and it's not the best way to start a conversation that's dangling by its last finger, akin to an inexperienced acrobat - he doesn't know what is.

You chuckle. "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"N-no...I just.." he pauses, the words all bundling up on his tongue into one big mess of sentences that don't make any sense. When you finally look at him, leaning back on your elbows now, Sunwoo gulps, this isn't a figment of his imagination, no, this is real. It's now or never. "I'm sorry." He starts, the mere utterance of those words seem to spark no change in your appearance. As if you're waiting for him to continue. Right now, apologies just aren't good enough. "This whole thing was so stupid. Baby I-I know I fucked up but... I love you. Okay? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Whatever you want."

You stare at him for a long second, just letting his words sink in but also just seemingly allowing yourself to think. Then you push yourself up, standing straighter. "You dont have to." You say simply, a hint of finality laced into your tone. All Sunwoo finds himself thinking is how you don't reciprocate, uttering the same I love you like you always did. Out of habit.

He curls his fingers into fists, knuckles whitening and whitening under the strain. His vision is a blurring film against which you look like a faint silhouette, secluded by rivulets of raindrops racing down windows. It's embarrassing, how he feels, all those bubbling emotions reduced to that of a child being denied his favourite candy.

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" He blinks, finding that you're staring at your spread out palms. Like they're evidence for something you've done.

"Sunwoo." You say. It sounds like a warning, like a don't get any closer. "I don't like who I become when I'm with you."

At this point, Sunwoo just listens. In his mind, he hadn't foreseen this. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he knew he had to try his best but...this...losing you... that was out of question. Right?

No, he tells himself, he'll fix it, he'll get it together.

"You know, I was really angry at you for breaking up with me...but it was probably for the best." You produce a garbled laugh, lifting your face skyward, looking up at the glossy layers of pollution, of purplish clouds and the barely there moon behind, like you're reading off sentences from them. Sunwoo stares at you, he wants to reach out and trace the curves of your face without thinking twice, without holding back. "We did need time to think... and it made me realise that I've always loved you more than you've ever loved me. Heck, even more than I loved myself...and... I can't be that version of me again." You sniffle, "That's not love... That's devotion."

"Hey, don't say that!" He drags his fingers up from the railing and reaches out to touch your elbow, "Come on...we-we can work it out. We always do." These words , they come out all choked up and hoarse.

You stiffen up at the sound, "You're not listening to me." You shrug him off, adamantly piloting your gaze to linger away from him, your back's turned away from him but then you pause, just slightly looking over your shoulder and your gaze softens at the sight of him using his sleeve to dab at his cheeks. The gesture makes him feel hopeful, just for a second. 

Then you sigh, shaking your head, "Don't you get it?" You say, "We can't fix this...we can't fix each other.

Inexplicably, he thinks of a perfect world, where he could go back just once, where it all started, everything before, holding his head in his hands and the little scar on your toe and is that what you really want?

This time, Sunwoo would mutter a quick no. He'd flick on the television and snuggle into your side, talking mindlessly about something that makes you laugh.  To forget all about the stupid argument.

But in reality, he lets your words ricochet off of the walls, listening to the transient beats of music pouring into the balcony when you slide the door open to let yourself out. 

It shuts.

Everything goes quiet.

And this soundlessness, this solitude, he knows this, he's heard this, he's seen this, he's felt this, this... this is final,

 this is goodbye.

#ok i will admit tbat im not entirely proud of this aaa #kwritersworldnet #kwordsmiths #kim sunwoo imagines #kim sunwoo fluff #kim sunwoo angst #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo fanfiction #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo fluff #sunwoo angst #sunwoo fanfiction #sunwoo fanfic #kim sunwoo fanfic #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz fanfic #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic

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hell hath no fury

↳ they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned God was not an exception

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: angst, some fluff maybe, re-imagined bible story

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern, married

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.8 k

warnings/disclosures: this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way!, a whole lot of other gods/goddesses that i don't know enough about but decided to use for this fic, LUCIFER JUNGKOOK, GOD MC, APHRODITE SEOKJIN, BES YOONGI, MICHAEL TAEHYUNG, talks of war, Jungkook and MC have a daughter, they talk in circles lmao, mc doesn't let things go….nothing too bad though so i hope you enjoy it…..

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It’s bright, so uncomfortably bright. Jungkook likes to think that maybe the white monotone and the open concept of the living room isn't because you held onto that disgusting idea of purity. To be honest he’s absolutely positive you’ve never known purity in your life, but he’s not one to judge. He’s not quite sure why he’s here but he supposed it's a good sign when his wife finally decides she wants to see him, especially of her own volition. There’s something about the solitude of your house that makes his skin tingle almost as if one of his brothers were near. Though one can never be certain when it comes to you, especially considering those horny bastards had been after you way before you two had even gotten married.

His leg has begun to bounce, a nervous tick he picked up from one of his human friends, but to say he’s nervous is a long shot. In truth he’s excited, the last time he’d seen you was during the wildfires of 2017 and that already seemed so long ago. Sure he’d caused it but what other choice did he really have? It’s not everyday one so easily gets to see their wife, especially one who has gone out of her way to make it known that although they were indeed still married they were in fact separated. He sighs heavily, manspreading while leaning his head against the back of the couch, he can’t wait, he thinks allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

*

Jin stares at you, eyes half lidded the way they always are when he can smell the love in the air. Though it's not just in the air, the scent of love has heavily wrapped itself to your being like a second skin and he finds that not for the first time he wants to know who exactly had such an effect on you. His cheek rests in his open palm, his stare taking in every bit of you in search of a possible answer, but alas he can’t seem to find a crack in your hand crafted mask. The garden you sit in is like that of a fairytale, Jin would know he’s read his fair share, but he digresses, he’s not quite sure why he’s here though. Sure he loved having tea with you but recently something had changed and when the goddess of love and beauty says he wished he could have tea with you in a beautiful garden he hadn’t expected you to make one in mere seconds. Surely something had to be wrong for you to build an entire garden just to appease his whims.

“____, honey, is there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, eyes still trained on your face, still searching.

“I’m not sure what you mean Aphrodite, can’t I simply want to have tea with you?”

“You would never take me for a fool, just as I would never dream to take you for one. So I’ll ask once more and you know I don't usually ask love. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he waits, his nose twitching as the beautiful sweet fragrance of love so unique to you is tainted by the bitter scent of smoke and iron. He wants to gag but he won’t because it seems your little mask has begun to crumble unknowingly.

“I’ve summoned my husband.” you whisper cupping the teacup in both hands. He doesn’t mean to gasp, it just slips out the seams of his lips. He knows of all the things your husband has done and he knows that they hurt you deeply, even now.

“What can I do to help?” he asks instead of ‘Do you want my husband to beat him up?’

“How do you, I mean how can I, well I'm not too sure honestly.” you chuckle bringing your teacup to your lips and the look in your eyes is far away, one Jin has never had the pleasure of knowing especially in one as young as yourself.

“Honey, you can't force someone to love you, love is something that just is or isn't.” He knows it's cryptic and yeah all the old gods spoke in riddles like this but he knows you, and he knows you’ll understand.

“I hate riddles, you old gods should keep up with the times.” you say, and suddenly he’s reminded of Bes who despite being slightly younger than him is much more in tune with the ways of humans and the current ruling god. His brows twitch, the smooth expanse of his unwrinkled face twisting as he feels the words slide onto his tongue, “You should talk to Yoongi then, he seems like a better candidate than this old goddess.” Your laughter fills the air, a sound so joyous that the garden around him seems to grow bigger and brighter. Oh, he thinks as he watches the garden evolve past anything he can imagine. Mortals were so dumb to think that a man could do anything much less create all that they have, even now as you sit before him he’s completely in awe of your true powers. There’s that scent again, the smell of love but much more different, yours is sweet and warm this one is cool and soothing almost like the scent of rain. It washes over him and mingles with yours twisting up in a way that compliments one other.

He’s turning his gaze away from you in search of the scent and finds himself staring straight at Lucifer. It’s not a surprise really, he knew that Lucifer was handsome, dare he say rivailed the looks of many of his friends and yet he was a different kind of handsome. Though right now he finds himself equal parts intrigued and disgusted because there was no way this was your husband.

*

Jungkook is roused from his nap by the sound of laughter, more accurately your laughter. It's such a sweet sound, he can't help but feel slightly upset that you sound so happy giggling up a storm with someone that isn't him. He knows the difference between your laugh, can easily tell, before you’d decided to separate he’d spent the better part of 7 millenia with you. He can see the way the shrubbery just outside a window is blooming, the once small buds blossoming into the full grown flowers as your laughter continues. He’s off the couch and following the sound like a bloodhound to a scent, he doesn't remember the cobblestone path nor the fountains of water nymphs that shy away from him as he passes. He doesn’t remember what used to be his home being so vast, the land is green, small rose bushes growing taller and taller into a hedge maze. He’s walking through it blindly, it’s bizarre really, because he’s sure he’d never gone through it before, almost as if it had grown in an instant.

He can see the trees that line the outsides of the hedge maze, can smell the sweet scent of honey suckles hidden from his view. All of these things are new to him but you aren’t one of them. Your laughter has died down to mere gasps and he’s rounding a corner when he finally finds you, though to his surprise it’s not just you. His gaze is quick to fall on Aphrodite, as his aura fluctuates from a soft pink to a dark raspberry his dislike for Jungkook is clear. The sun prickles at the back of his neck as you turn your gaze to meet his, a strange comforting warmth spreads through him. One he is accustomed to, something else he’s missed since you’d forced him from his place by your side. He watches your eyes grow wide as if you’ve just now remembered that you’d summoned him. A slow itch finds its way to his palms, he has to clench his fists to get rid of the sensation, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. He hides the slight wince well face falling into one of indifference as you continue to gaze at him.

“I’ll take my leave now, but I expect to hear from you soon.” Aphrodite says to you smiling in a way that annoys Jungkook. You seem to hesitate to tear your gaze from Jungkook’s, there’s that sparkle he missed, the one that shines brighter than all the galaxies in creation. He knows it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s not, your eyes really do hold stardust and shine just as bright. The breeze carries your scent to him and he takes a deep breath relishing in the indescribable smell, he sighs, fingers twitching at the thought that he’s finally this close to you.

“Wife.” he says.

“Jungkook.” you parrot his tone, but he can see the way your lips twitch in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He can feel his own pull upwards, his cheeks heating the longer you smile at him.

“May I take a seat?” he asks motioning to the chair opposite you. You nod your head gaze trained on his form as he easily closes the distance. The sun shines beautifully off his hair bathing him in a golden glow that makes him just that much more handsome, and it further reminds you just how breathtaking he is.

“How have you been Jungkook?” You ask as he takes a seat, the sun once warm now feels slightly uncomfortable against your skin, the dress you wear doing nothing to protect you from its suddenly harsh rays.

“Could be better, I do rule over hell after all. How about you, how is heaven going for you?” He says, moving to rest his cheek in an open palm.

“It’s going well, the death rate has gone down significantly. Nothing I can really complain about. I would like it if you stopped threatening to stir up trouble though.”

“I do no such thing, if my brothers have lied to you that’s on them. I would also love to not see you flirting with them at family functions.”

“I don’t flirt with them.” You say appalled at the thought.

“You do, you just don’t know you’re doing it.” He laughs taking your hand that rests on the table. His skin is warm against yours, your fingers twitch in his hold as he moves to intertwine them. His eyes are lidded, a soft smile playing at his lips the longer the silence grows. A breeze blows past carrying with it the faintest scent of salt and heat, one that comes to mind when you think of one person. You pull your hand away from his just barely catching the way his face falls at the loss of contact. It makes your heart ache, the loss of contact with him when he’s just returned to your side. But you have to be strong, it was you after all that had chosen to separate.

“Mama!” Your daughter squeals bounding over to you before she throws herself into your hold. Her skin is warm, the scent of salt just that much stronger now that she’s sitting in your lap. Her gaze falls to Jungkook quickly as she squeals again quickly squirming off your lap and towards him.

“Papa, I missed you! Did you miss me?” She asks as he moves to hold her close.

“Papa always misses you, my precious girl.”

“Mama said she had a surprise for me, are you staying over?” She asks excitedly before she begins to play with his fingers comparing her little hand to his.

“I don’t know, what do you think mama?” He asks around a grin that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat.

“I think your papa is busy honey. Why don’t you go play with your toys while we finish talking and then we can do something else.” You ask eyes hopeful that she’ll agree easily.

“Okay.” She sighs sliding off his lap but not before she kisses his cheek and bounds off towards the house. Both of you watch her go, gaze reflecting the adoration you hold for her.

“She’s gotten so big, how do you handle her?”

“With a lot of work, look I called you here because for some reason Yoongi has convinced me to try and work things out with you.”

“I’ve always liked Yoongi, he’s a very reasonable god.”

“We have our daughter to think about so I figured we should at least try for her.”

“And what about us?”

“What of it?”

“Are we not going to try and fix our relationship?”

“Jungkook, I know you don’t love me. You’ve proven it many times over and I don't want to force any of my feelings on you.”

“Why do you think that?” He asks, the annoyance is clear as he sticks his tongue into his cheek crossing his arms at his chest.

“You cheated on me, more than once.” You grit out.

“For the last time, it was a misunderstanding. You never let me explain, but of course you wouldn’t because you’re god and you’re always right.”

“I didn’t need to hear a lie about how that minor goddess came to be in our bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a lie, because I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Just like you did nothing wrong with Lilith?”

“Exactly, Lilith is a liar she wanted to get away from Adam. I had nothing to do with that!”

“Surely you think me a fool.”

“I don’t but I do think you’re being foolish. I have never and will never be unfaithful to you. I love you, even after you cast me out of heaven, even when you refuse to believe me, I love you.” He says so earnestly your heart skips a beat. In his eyes you see nothing but truth, they glitter like they did all those years as if they’d been sprinkled with only the purest of stardust. They’re just as beautiful, just as lethal, but still beautiful and yet there’s something different.

“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, the lightness in your tone is gone, replaced with something firm, something unyielding.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something, if I’m hiding anything at all.”

“I know you, and you are most definitely hiding something. So what is it?”

“The years have made you cynical, I don’t spend all my time plotting just so I can see you again.”

“Of course not, you spend the rest of your time bedding demons and corrupting the minds of humans.” You laugh a hollow empty sound, it’s unpleasant and makes his stomach twist.

“Must we have this conversation again? We’re talking in circles love, I have not done anything wrong….recently anyways.”

“Jungkook,” you start only to be startled by the appearance of Michael “Taehyung what brings you?”

“Pardon me my lord, I bring news of the human realm.” he says, shooting a glance at Jungkook.

“Tell me.”

“There are whispers of war, amongst the humans and the celestial realms.”

“War is common amongst humans, but higher beings have not been at war for millenia. What has changed?”

“Witnesses have said a serpent has whispered into the ears of many creating tensions between once peaceful beings.” Your gaze falls to Jungkook who sits quietly; his suit lacks any creases, crisp even as his brother delivers this sudden news. He lacks the surprise that one would usually witness when hearing this information.

“You did this.” you whisper resigned to the inevitable fact that he has stirred up trouble yet again but somehow this is worse than anything you could have imagined.

“I might’ve lost sight of the serpent who whispered in Eve’s ear some time ago, however I had no part in this. I am the king of hell, despite how the world sees me I do not relish in the useless spilling of blood human or otherwise.” He breathes picking lint off his sleeve, gaze meeting yours once more. His eyes are ablaze at the mere thought of war especially when he has something he wishes to protect whether you’d want to be protected or not. You and your daughter are his most precious treasures and if this war comes, he will surely die to make sure that the two of you are safe.

“Go to the general, prepare for war and make sure my daughter is safe at all costs.” you speak, and this version of you is the one Jungkook loves the most. The one who easily takes command of her domain, the one and only God.

“I’ll fight with you, I will always fight with you my love.” he reminds you, taking your hand once more, moving to kneel before you as he pledges his life to you again for all eternity in life or death he would be yours.

#jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk x reader #emm writes #mine writings #emms jungkook content #genre: slight angst(?) #genre: fluff #alternative universe: biblical #alternative universe: married #alternative universe: modern #Aphrodite!Jin #Michael!Taehyung #Bes!Yoongi #Lucifer!Jungkook #God!MC #usersuhdays #bangtanarmynet #bangtanedu #heartsforbtsnet

[meetmeatthecoda]

Lately, I've found myself drawn to stories ( and I mean drawn to as in envisioning those stories in my head, thinking them through to the very last detail, not reading, let alone writing them down, because I've long since accepted that they will never turn out quite the same on the paper ) where Red is the one who'd been seriously hurt and, therefore, rendered unconscious for an indefinite amount of time and worried Liz is the one who doesn't leave his side, hoping and praying and pleading that he would wake up. Probably, something that has to do with how unfair it is that we've seen Red keep vigil by hurt!Lizzy's side – playing music for her, holding her hand, reading to her etc. – a number of times and yet, over the course of 8 seasons, never have ever been allowed the pleasure of seeing Liz do the same for him ( not even when he was shot – because she left to retrieve the Fulcrum and couldn't come back until the fight was over – or when he was poisoned – because she'd been waiting to be cleared to see him and he ran away the moment he wasn't actively dying, because that's Red for you all ), even though she loves and cares about him as much as he loves and cares about her.

I mean, just imagine the possibilities!

Liz pacing around the waiting area of Red's mobile hospital while he's in surgery, unable to think about anything else other than how he looked – battered and broken and barely alive – when they've found him and how his head rested in her lap ( she could almost convince herself that he was merely dozing, if he wasn't so deathly pale and still and there wasn't so much blood on his clothes and her clothes and her hands and the backseat of the car ) and his hand was limp in her death grip as they rushed him to his doctors and she whispered words of reassurance and encouragement to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her and how she had to fight the instinct to curl around her lover and snarl at anyone who would come close because she can't let him be hurt further as the medics took him away from her, exchanging observations and orders that didn't sound particularly reassuring. She's also acutely aware of the fact that Red is fighting for his life – there, just a few feet away from her – and, though he's the strongest man she's ever known, he may not win, and so she makes a promise to the empty air in front of her that she will kill him herself if he dares to give up on her and Agnes like that now, when they've just reached the good, right place in their relationship, just confesses their feelings to each other. At some point, Dembe most certainly pulls Liz in for a hug, letting her cry in his shoulder, doing his best to comfort her ( even though there's nothing that can bring her more comfort than Red's hug, when he – alive and whole – wraps his arms protectively around her and holds her close and lets her hide from the whole world in his arms, his chest, his shoulder and neck – wherever she prefers to burrow her face at the time – and the memory itself makes her cry harder, because there's a possibility that he will never hug her like that again ), even though he's just as worried and scared as she is, and Mr Kaplan helps Liz clean up, washing away Red's blood from her hands and producing seemingly out of the thin air fresh clothes for her to change into.

Red, of course, pulls through the surgery, beating all odds, and Liz's heart floods with relief at the good news before sinking when the doctor explains to her and Dembe and Mr Kaplan the extent of Red's injuries and that it's impossible to say when – or even if – he wakes up.

And so the waiting game begins. Liz doesn't leave Red's side, holding his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb and never letting go, constantly talking to him and reading to him and even asking Dembe to bring the record player and some records from the Bethesda apartment to play to him, hoping that it would elicit some kind of response from him. Yet, as they days go by, there's not a single, smallest sign that he's aware of anything that's going on around him, that he's still there somewhere and is trying to find his way back to her, to them – he doesn't stir, doesn't so much as flutter his eyelashes, and Liz grows more desperate with each passing day, even though the doctor assures her that Red's slowly but surely improving ( but she can't see it with her own eyes, and if she can't see it, she's less likely to believe it, the more time passes with him just lying there, undisturbed by the loud, chaotic world around him ).

And then there's Agnes... While Liz keeps vigil at Red's bedside, the babysitting duties are split equally between Aram and Samar, Charlene and Cooper, Ressler and Audrey and Dembe and Mr Kaplan. Yet more often than not whoever picks little Agnes up from school and / or her ballet classes brings her over to the safe-house where Liz and Red are. She doesn't seem to be as unnerved by Red's state as her mommy is, climbing on his bed each time she visits ( after giving her mommy the biggest hug, of course ) and leaning in close to him, examining his face thoughtfully before half-asking, half-stating "He's still tired, mommy?". And Liz usually replies with a hoarse "Yes, baby" because she doesn't trust herself not to get choked up if she tries to answer more eloquently. Agnes simply nods then, satisfied with the explanation why he hasn't woken up yet, and settles against Red's side – mindful of his injuries and the spider web of wires and tubes connecting him to all sorts of monitors and machines – and either naps ( especially, on ballet classes days ) or tells her mommy and Red ( she talks to him just like Liz does much too easily – promising him to show him the new moves she's learnt when he wakes up etc. – as if she's already done that before or seen anyone else do that... unbeknownst to Liz, she did both – when Liz herself was in a coma, Agnes both saw Red talk to her mommy and was encouraged by him to talk to her, too, because it may help her mommy sleep easier and maybe she'll get better sooner and finally wake up ) about her day or does her homework or draws ( more often than not, she draws either cards for Red to read when he wakes up or just things she wants him to see ). And when the time comes for her to leave, she always kisses Red on the cheek, wishing him "sweet dreams" and to get better soon, and then gives her mommy, who tries so very hard not to tear up but fails miserably, a hug and a kiss, too, and tells her frequently that she shouldn't cry because Red is just too tired, just like she – Liz – once was, and that he just needs to sleep a bit more.

And when the door behind Agnes closes and Liz is sure her daughter won't see / hear her, she breaks down hard, in big, ugly sobs, because her little girl shouldn't be acting so naturally in this kind of situation and because she wishes so hard that Red just woke up, because she can't do this, any of this, without him.

In the end, once his body has healed itself enough and he regained enough of his strength, Red, of course, does wake up. It's a slow process, and Liz thinks she might either faint or go mad from the overwhelming feelings that are swirling inside of her when Red moves for the first time in what seems to her like forever – squeezing her hand feather-lightly – and when he leans slightly, unconsciously into her touch when she strokes his cheek – out of habit, without even expecting any sort of reaction from him and being pleasantly surprised – and when he opens his eyes for the first time – it's a brief occurrence, with his eyes slipping shut tiredly again after just a few moments, and he's still pretty much out of it, apparently, not even noticing her presence by his side, but for Liz it's a major event – and when he finally, finally looks directly at her – alive and conscious and alert – and calls her "Lizzy". He's still weak and his voice sounds terrible and Liz knows she shouldn't let all of her pent-up feelings – the fear and despair and frustration and love and relief and exhaustion – out on him like that – he's just woken up, after all – but she can't hold back the tears nor the jumbled mess of "thank you"s and "I love you"s and " "I've missed you"s and "I'm so so happy you're back" and "I was so worried" and "Don't ever scare me like that again" that spills from her lips as she leans in to kiss him lightly and give him the gentlest of hugs...

(Since I'm not a ficwriter and, therefore, have no intentions of using this pile of ideas/images/feelings myself, I wouldn't mind at all if you or any other writer drew inspiration from this rambling of mine)

Ahhhhh 😭😭😭 Are you sure you're not a fic writer, anon?? Cause this reads like some quality hurt/comfort to me!! 🥲🥲 Honestly, this is a lovely scenario to imagine & it gives me a slightly bitter sense of satisfaction to think of Liz suffering through just a fraction of the time Red spent by her side while she was in her coma... especially if it's the catalyst for fEeLiNgS to emerge tee hee bc, you're RIGHT, we were woefully deprived of those situations in the show & I'll never not be sad about it tbh. More specifically, things I love the most about this in no particular order: Liz having to "fight the instinct to curl around her lover & snarl" *swoon*, Liz swearing she will kill him herself if he dies LMAO, Dembe hugging her for comfort & Mr. Kaplan helping her get cleaned up 🥺🥺🥺, Liz playing records for Red yasss, AGNES & everyone taking turns babysitting her while she misses her Daddy desperately but deals with the situation with a maturity & grace beyond her years in an effort to help her grieving Mommy through it cool cool mkay mkay, Liz only breaking down once Agnes leaves OWWW, anddddd Liz being a blubbering mess when Red finally wakes up & calls her "Lizzie" & they kiss *whispers* it's fine, i'm fine 🙃 IN CONCLUSION, I love this anon, thank you for sharing this lovely little AU with me!! 🥰 And much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Agnesgate #thoughts #headcanons #mine #ask #anon #ughhhhhhhh #this mini fic is packed with feels #and punched me right in the face #thank you for this gift anon #:') #much love!! #<3

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business. 

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

#tasty cheese is nasty and i will die on this hill #i'm not sure if other countries have like the same main cheeses or if it differs everywhere #tasty. colby. and edam are the main three i think of #i know there's like mild or some shit but i know only the blue yellow and red packets #either or a wasp or a bee just flew in my room but it flew out so i'll respect that #my plans for today were reply to your ask and that's it #what am i supposed to do for the next twelve hours #oh wait i know #m u r d e r............ #Anonymous

[boycottphil]

Hello there, how are you? I saw your post where you offer to write hetalia fanfics and hmmm...I wonder if you could write some cute, fluff + smutty usuk fanfic? You can choose the theme, I'm not that picky, I just don't like omegaverse and mpreg that much lmao. If you're too busy or somehow can't, it's totally ok, I just thought of asking. Thanks for contributing to the community

For context, I am taking fanfic requests! 

Pairing: UsUk  Rating: M  Warnings: Mention of drug usage!!  Word count: 2760

The night was long, perhaps a bit too long for a single loner like Arthur. It was a rather boring Saturday of reading a new bestseller when Francis came barging into Arthur’s flat, absolutely insisting on taking him out to town for a bit of drinking and dancing. Apparently there was a new club with a 70s and 80s theme, playing all the best songs of the two decades. Francis was already dressed appropriately in fun colourful clothes, that seemed too over-the-top yet just right for the occasion.

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Arthur struggled finding anything in his closet that would be good enough, and he had initially hoped to use the lack of an appropriate wardrobe to his advantage; that is, not going out of his flat. The book was just getting good and he desperately needed to-

But no. Francis came prepared with a funky coat and bright neon green pants that would “do Arthur’s ass justice,” to use Francis’s own words.

Arthur’s plan of staying in fell through, and an hour after Francis had shattered Arthur’s dreams of a quiet night, they were already in the club. It was packed full of people, all dancing, drinking and some doing suspiciously illegal-looking substances. Arthur averted his eyes from a group of young women chanting ‘molly’ repeatedly until one of their friends took the pill.

This was not Arthur’s scene. He was a man in his early 30s. He was already past his drug-crazed days. He didn’t exactly find joy in being numbed and dumbed down anymore. When he was in college, years ago, he would have perhaps walked up to the women or men and used his charm to get a couple pills before wooing one of them to go home with him.

Those times are over. He had a nine to five, he’s been through multiple year-long relationships and he’s more mature, and responsible and…

...awfully lonely and single.

Francis dragged him to the middle of the dance floor. The mass of sweaty and tightly-packed bodies grinding against each other coaxed Arthur to loosen up a bit. The music was fun, up-beat and had Arthur’s body moving in no time at all. Perhaps he had been a bit too judgemental of the party scene in the last few years. There was a lot more going on than he thought, not to mention, he spotted more than a few people looking at him with what seemed to be genuine interest.

One set of eyes in particular caught his attention from across the dance floor. Curious, bright blue, and wide from either adrenaline, some sort of drug, or maybe just plain alcohol. Frankly, Arthur struggled seeing much between the flashing lights straining his eyes and the music blastin loudly through the club’s many speakers and distracting him. The bit of eye contact did manage to make him feel just a little bit more confident. He had been a hermit in his own life for so long that he didn’t think he could attract the attention of anyone at all in his “old” age.

The stranger stepped closer, revealing a smile on slightly crooked lips and a brow quirked up in intrigue. Arthur turned away from Francis, who had been too busy flirting with a couple of young girls to notice his friend’s rather sudden departure.

The song changed, the previous one fading away softly as the second one melted seamlessly with upbeat drums into the room. The crowd slowed for mere seconds before the movement picked up yet again and Arthur was once more pulled into dance, as if involuntarily, by his feet. This time, though, he was accompanied by a tall and muscular man who couldn’t possibly be older than 25.

“Nice pants,” the stranger said, clearly an America. He had to lean in close to speak directly into Arthur’s ear in order to be heard at all

The Brit gave a laugh and shook his head before going on his tip toes and speaking into the other’s ear, “thanks, they were not my choice. But apparently they make my ass look good.”

He pulled back just enough to see the American’s eyes travel from his face down his neck, over his torso, to land and linger on his hips. Arthur smirked to himself and then, copying what many people had started doing, stepped closer and putting his arms boldly around the American’s neck, coaxing them both to start dancing in the rhythm of the catchy and rather fast-paced song.

They didn’t speak. Their interactions consisted of wandering hands and suggestive looks. Arthur did not know this stranger’s name, and neither did he want to tell his own just yet. He was happy with the way their legs moved in synch and their fingers lingered too long on each other’s hips and backs during the slower songs.

But before the Brit got too used to it, they had moved out of the centre of the dance floor and toward the wall in the back.

The music was just as loud as it had been on the dance floor, though merely a dull thump in Arthur’s mind, as his back soon touched the cool brick lined wall. His hands cupped two strong shoulders and his lips were covered by those of this gorgeous stranger. He did not mind the lack of air or the tightness of another body just a bit larger than his own pressing flush against him in a demanding manner.

“I want to take you home,” Arthur found himself saying, his hands sliding down the other’s arms until their kiss turned into their lips brushing against each other while they spoke.

“Good. I live too far from here to take you home,” the stranger said in a light tone, his eyes glinting with the red and purple flashing lights surrounding them.

Arthur nudged him off and then took his hand, his grip slick from sweat, and began leading him out of the club. He sent Francis a quick text saying he would be gone, and that he took someone home so he shouldn’t be disturbed. He got no answer, as he expected but a least that meant that Francis wasn’t out looking for him.

Arthur lived close to the club, so a short cab ride was quick and filled with “accidental” touches of thighs and knees. Arthur paid for their ride and then took the stranger’s hand, leading him up to his fourth floor flat. Were this man anyone but a hookup, he would say he wouldn’t need to take his shoes off… but…

Well he wanted everything off.

Without hesitation, he had the other pinned to a wall, lips kissing down his neck, hands working his coat off before he began unbuttoning his metallic blue shirt. His hands were working from memory of the other countless times he had had someone in a similar position. One button, another, then again, until his fingers brushed over smooth skin and coarse hairs that he could finally touch. He slid the shirt off the stranger’s body, and soon felt the cool touch of rough hands sliding up from his abdomen to his chest.

He gave a little gasp, parting his lips from the heated skin of the stranger’s neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, as two fingers pinched at one of his nipples.

“Someone likes this,” came the purr, making Arthur’s eyesopen.

The Brit snorted and slid his hands down to the hem of the American’s jeans. He easily popped the bottom open. He saw the American inhale sharply. “Someone likes this,” he smirked and slid his thumb down the zipper, pinching it and pulling it to expose the tented briefs underneath.

“Your accent’s so fucking hot,” the blond answered. Arthur rolled his eyes.

He pulled the other’s pants down past his hips, the American standing a bit too still for his liking. “Well? Are you going to keep undressing me or was that little nipple stunt all you could pull?” He asked as he nudged the other to make him step out of his jeans.

“I- oh.” The American snapped out of his trance. “So uh before… we go there.” Arthur laughed a bit at his stumbling and stammering. “What’s your name?”

Arthur didn’t answer right away and instead took his own shirt off and threw it aside. “Arthur,” he supplied, just as he saw the other open his mouth, most likely to fill in the silence.

“Oh, cool.” Another pause. “I’m Alfred.” Arthur gave a nod and then stepped back, took Alfred’s hand and began leading him toward the bedroom. The room itself was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight and the orange hue of a streetlight.

Alfred was stood at the foot of the bed, watching as Arthur took off the neon pants. Arthur saw as his gaze followed the fabric, lingering on his thighs and calves before looking back up into his eyes. The Brit winked at him before shamelessly taking off the briefs clinging to his skin.

He was immensely satisfied when Alfred’s tongue poked from between his lips and brushed quickly over his upper lip. The Brit crawled up onto his bed, on all fours, making sure the American had plenty to see as he did so.

The look of lust he was given once he laid down did wonders for his ego. “Alfred?” He asked, his eyes lingering on the briefs keeping him from what he wanted so badly.

“Yes?” The American asked, one hand reaching down to palm at his own crotch.

“How about you come here and fuck me?”

Alfred regained his composure enough to ditch his own briefs and join Arthur on the bed. He placed his hands on the Brit’s naked sides and slid them up and down before he leaned down to kiss at his lips feverishly.

Arthur was a whining mess even before the end of their short-lived makeout session, filled with swirling tongues and hot breaths. He tugged gently on Alfred’s hair and then reached down with his other hand to grasp at the American’s aching cock. He gave it a few pumps. “Well?”

“Lube? I don’t-” Alfred started, though Arthur interrupted,

“I have everything,” he mumbled and then reached into one of the bedside drawers to pull out a condom and a half empty bottle of lube. He handed both to Alfred, mumbling that he was fine. He didn’t need any stretching.

The American’s hands were a bit shaky as he tore open the packaging and rolled the rubber over his cock. Arthur could tell he was a bit not-in-his element, so he made it easier for him and rolled over onto his front, pulling himself up onto all fours. He pressed his chest to the mattress and spread his legs apart in the most slutty way he possibly could.

If the caught breath and sharp exhale were anything to go by, then he assumed Alfred liked the sight. And not too long after, Arthur felt cold lube drip over his exposed hole, seconds after which he felt the blunt tip of Alfred’s hot and hard cock teasing at the sensitive muscles. He moaned encouragingly as the other sank deeper and deeper inside him. He was in heaven, the moment he felt Alfred bottom out.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he mumbled, back arching, fingers tangling in the sheets below. He couldn’t wait for Alfred, so he began rocking back against Alfred’s cock, driving it deeper inside. He cursed under his breath, over and over again. Once Alfred began fucking into him, his voice pitched and his eyes rolled back briefly.

He perhaps assumed Alfred would be softer, slower, taking his time with Arthur and making sure the Brit was not hurt in the first few thrusts.

But no… Alfred did not hold back at all. He started bucking into him, grabbing his hips and angling himself properly so that every time he pushed in or pulled out, Arthur was arching his back and letting out gasps and grunts. His eyes were closed shut, his hips trembling and his every nerve ending feeling as if it were on fire.

Alfred was passionate, and despite fucking Arthur in a way that had his eyes rolling back, he still placed kisses on his neck and back, teeth grazing over his pulsepoint and making Arthur shiver.

The American pressed the Brit’s hips down, holding them there as he rammed into him, truly getting Arthur to scream out as his sweet spot was brushed against over, and over, and over again. He was forced to hump the mattress to get some relief for his own neglected and desperate cock. He was pent up, whining and moaning, eyes tearing up, his body shaking with his need to cum.

Alfred seemed to be no better off. His rhythm wavered and his hands squeezed down hard enough to leave bruises on Arthur’s hips. Not that the Brit would mind, he loved the thought of having bruises and bites and marks to remind him of the night he spent with the gorgeous blue-eyed-blond stranger.

The room was dim and full of noises; the bed shaking and rattling, both their grunts and moans bouncing off the walls. The Americana had mumbled a warning already, holding back just because Arthur wanted to enjoy the sensations some more with begs of ‘no, not yet’ and ‘more, more’ and ‘Alfred, fuck me harder.’

Though that was short-lived too, as at the height of the intensity, Alfred pushed himself in as deep as he could, and was thrown over the edge, the rubber catching all of his cum. Arthur was allowed to sit up, and was grateful to get to start stroking his own cock. Alfred, noticing he could be useful, leaned down and began eating the other out, his tongue proving to be talented enough to push Arthur over the edge.

The Brit gasped and panted through his orgasm, his thighs shaking with the intensity of it. He collapsed onto the bed and in his own puddle of cum.  Alfred joined him, laying down beside him. The Brit sighed, satisfied. He turned his head to look at the other.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, tone playful.

Alfred laughed, a bright laugh that made Arthur’s lips curl up into a smile. “Yeah, that wasn’t bad at all.” He turned to look at Arthur and took in the sight of him; the way the orange light fell on his face, the shadow his roman nose cast on his lips, the way his strawberry blond hair fell over his forehead…

“You’re pretty, huh.” It wasn’t a question, Arthur noticed. Alfred was merely complimenting him. “I prefer handsome… You’re cute, though,” the Brit answered.

“I prefer sexy,” Alfred said playfully.

Arthur chuckled and then, deciding to throw his pride out the window, scooted closer to cuddle up to the other. He looked into his eyes, as if asking if that was all right. He got a smile as an answer, and an arm wrapped around him. They spent the next few minutes like that, the room now truly falling silent. They touched, like they had been doing all night, but instead of wandering hands and lusty grabs, it was sweet caresses and lasting glances.

Arthur had been lonely for so long, touch starved too. Alfred made those emotions wash away, becoming more akin to an almost forgotten memory. He wanted the feeling to last forever. He wanted to never have to be alone again. The warmth, the calmness of their breathing synching… It was all perfect. All amazing in ways he almost forgot were possible.

He fell asleep, rather fast for his own liking, but he couldn’t help it. He was comfortable, with a soft man holding him, and basking in post-orgasmic bliss. He wished he had stayed awake longer, maybe to talk with Alfred, see if they were a good match. See if there could be something… Maybe that thought wasn’t mutual, was his last thought before sleep took over.

The following morning, he woke up rather late, and was met with an empty bed. Just as disappointment began to settle in, he saw a cute baby blue note on the other pillow. The handwriting was hard to read and messy, but readable.

‘I had a lot of fun last night,

Call me ;)

-Alfred F. Jones’

Arthur was so happy; his late late night thoughts turned out to be false. He saved the number in his phone, and sent a quick text.

‘Hey, it’s Arthur. I had fun too. Want to meet for lunch?’

#usuk #mikakuonchi #hetalia #aph #aph england #aph america #aph france #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #francis bonnefoy #ukus

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

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

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

Kageyama Tobio: 7 Minutes in Heaven

Nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, finally… it started to slow.

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

Kageyama.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just in time for your lips to press against his.

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

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

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

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

Nishinoya Yuu: Spin the Bottle

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

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

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

Not that you wanted that from him.

Because your eyes were set on his best friend.

Nishinoya Yuu.

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

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

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

For it to land on…. Not you.

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

When would it land on you?

The bottle made the rounds, spinning and spinning.

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

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

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

Was it worth it?

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

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

…. And it worked.

It slowed to a crawl as it neared Nishinoya.

…….Tanaka…… Futakuchi…… Mai… Aone..

Nishinoya.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he wanted more. He wanted a kiss.

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

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

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

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

Sugawara Koushi: Spin the Bottle

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

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

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

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

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

All in good fun….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to kiss him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hi hahahaha continuing my review hehehehehehhehehehe

Omg kenshin saying the same iconic thing ieyasu likes to say zzz why must they be so dishonest lol i bet what they rly feel in their hearts is that the ikesen mc is insanely strong (maybe not physically, but her resolve is) yet they hide that under the mere phrase "weakling" hahahah hmph

Okayyy sureeeee hahahahahahb

Wottttt okayyyy so that was the end of the clash of passions event for the premium route (kenshin)???? Wowowow hahahah omg i wanted it to be longer bcs it was so nice but ok hehe at least im playing this man's route rn so im happy abt that hohohoh o////

Yeah man tbh kenshin has always been saving ikesen mc's life continually hahah so to some extent, the MC is rly indebted to him hahahah omg. Man what an amazing dude lol

This is so sweet omg i got to admit..... kenshin's really nice to the MC even from the start - saying such encouraging words to her omg

I didn't realise how lovely kenshin was until i revisited the story from the start and omg. I think i'm actually liking him more HAHAHA omg. I'm serious. I think the reason i didn't enjoy the story much previously was bc of my external circumstances that prevented me from truly enjoying the story. Now that i'm repeating the story from the start, i can't help but to realise how cool of a guy kenshin is lmao

Omg im seeing this from a renewed perspective so im kind of shook but isnt kenshin describing the fireflies as he would describe women? Like the analogy of foolish, doomed to die soon bla blah blah it's as if he's talking about humans too LOLOLOL it's crazy omg

Maybe im wrong but i think ikesen mc's optimism touched kenshin and that's just so beautiful to imagine hehe my heart is being squeezed from all directions ugh

Ok weird but kenshin reminds me of a friend hahahah just like how ieyasu reminds me of a friend LOL its cool

Anyways this person is awfully rich omg she spent no time buying this 300 coins attire omg what a different fate from me aahh im so jealous hahahah

Something i would never achieve but ok fine HAHAHA GOOD FOR U TSK

Ooh so the difference between the normal and premium story for this chapter is that kenshin is explicitly more chatty and open in here as he shared what he thinks of ikesen mc. And there was a hint of his past as well. Interesting, HAHA

Ah yes, there was this too. I guess ikesen mc saved kenshin from darkness as well and yeah they helped each other out

Oh my god i get it now omg i get it omg i get why he looks so devastated. From a new perspective reading this again, i now realise - he might have put the blame of sasuke's apparent death on himself. Bc he has this skewed impression that he brings misfortune and harm to the people around him, like a curse, right? So he thought sasuke must have really died. Omg. How wrong omg

#ikesen spoilers