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odetolove · 10 months

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L ink stared at Zelda for a moment, breath caught in his throat at her sweet voice. And partially because of cringing embarrassment he felt since he had fumbled in front of her by reverting to calling her ‘Your Highness.’ Although that love sick puppy in him keened that even if she was a mere commoner, he would still view her as Her Highness, his princess. She was so friendly and kind and smart, way out of his league in many ways than one. But yet, he felt this indescribable pull towards her, as if deep within himself he knew he fit right next to her perfectly.

Although he’d never admit that aloud in fear of being foolishly wrong.

Taking a deep breath he sheathed the master sword into its scabbard on his back and stepped forward, eyes tracing Zelda’s relaxed grin and letting his own lips tug up into a small smile.

‘Whatever befits you, My Highness,’ Link playfully stated, giving Zelda a mock bow to try and loosen himself up.

Formality and causality sometimes got muddled up with Link, his brain confused on his memories of being a stoic and speechless knight to now travelling, conversing, joking with said princess so freely and without restraint.

Link straightened up and strolled over to stand beside Zelda, peering down at her. Her face glowed but he would be an idiot to not notice the bags under her eyes. It greatly troubled him, concerned him on her well-being. But he didn’t want to distress her or pressure her into telling him anything she wasn’t comfortable with. ‘I slept well, how about yourself? I hardly heard you get up this morning.’

Despite the tiredness resting heavily under her eyes, Zelda still looked beautiful. Living life in the wild looked good on her. Although, anything would look divine on her. Bleakly Link realised he was in disarray, boots unlaced, one pant leg pushed up to his knee from his nights sleep, wearing his undershirt still, and hair loose and unbrushed. Part of him wanted to race back to don his champions tunic, tame his hair and look semi presentable but ultimately, the part of him that wanted to stay beside Zelda won.

‘Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you before we set off this morning to our next destination,’ pausing, he cast a glance around the stables, taking in the serenity. ‘Did you still want to travel today? We can always rest another day.’

(REMI!!!! I READ YOUR PART AND SCREAMED. I LOVE ITTTEJSKWKWOQ. I AM SO EXCITED WITH WHATS TO COME AND KSLSKAMAKDWM.

Sorry for the late ish reply, I had a hellish day at work yesterday then came home to make dinner for a sick friend and delivered it and didn’t get to stop and eat my own dinner until like 9:30 😭 but I read your writing and it made me feel so good!!!! It kept me going and I got so giddy reading it and kept thinking about it!!!!!!!!! I just unfortunately didn’t have the energy to write that day though. My brain was mush lmaooooo.

Hope you are well though!!!)

zelda brought a hand up to her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out of her mouth when he bowed dramatically, rolling her eyes while a smile so big it almost hurt- was worn proudly on her lips. watching while he made his way to her, something inside her chest panged at the thought that before everything had happened, he wouldn’t have dared to approach her so casually.

but here, surrounded by the wilds and people who never knew formalities and titles like they did, the weight of all of that was lessened. it made her feel warm inside, that even after all the tragedy, she still had him- that she could roam freely and help rebuild the kingdom, that she could inquire and learn more about everything without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

at the sound of him speaking, she let her thoughts come to an end, smiling sheepishly when he asked if she slept well- a hand coming up to run down the golden strands of hair, a habit she had when trying to lie.

“ah, i slept… well! and, i tried not to wake you, your sleep is important.” she smile, scooting over on the flattened log of wood, making space for him if he wanted to sit.

by the looks of how much in disarray he was, she knew he slept hard- she could only imagine the weight he had to bare, and what type of toll it took on his body. she convinced herself she was doing the right thing in letting him sleep, even if it was at the cost of her being lonely for a couple hours into the late night.

at the mention of food, her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble- already excited at the prospect of his culinary skills. she didn’t know if it was because he was making her food, but the meals they shared together were extra tasty.

“breakfast would be nice, please.”

she thought a little about what she wanted to do, scrunching up her nose while she thought-

“you’ll think i’m lazy if i say rest another day- what do you want to do link?” zelda asked, turning to face him and wanting more than anything to soothe the mess of hair he currently donned.

“i just think it’s lovely here- i wanted to see if there was enough land to start a garden.” she finally confessed, looking over to where she thought a piece of land would look just dazzling with an array of wild flowers.

#AHHHHHHHH #PLS YOU NEVER HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING TIME RESPONDING!! ILL WAIT EONS FOR YOUR ASKS… ILL HOLD THEM VERY PRECIOUSLY I KEEP SCRWAMINGGG #OVER THUSSSSSNRBBEHE WAHHHH #im glad you like my responses ;; im trying to do her justice i just have SOOOO many thoughts about them they make me go CRAZYYHDNFB #together again.love #favorite.love #i hope you’re resting!!! i hate busy days lol. and i’m doing welll!!!!! i hope you are too despite all the hectic-ness lol

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jyoongim · 2 months

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Hey I love your work so much! Could you please write about alastor with a wife who’s just like Jessica rabbit and ended up in heaven because she didn’t know about him killing but came down to visit him after meeting Charlie when she went up there. I just think I’d be wild for someone like Al to have a wife like that

AAAAOOOOGGGGAAAAA!!!! I could have written this in soooo many ways but i think its a bit like one i already wrote but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!!! @alientee

I highly recommend you listen to The Night We Met, Copacabana, and Why don’t You Do Right!!!! That’s what I envisioned for this one request!!!!

The meeting between the Princess of Hell and the Angelic council was a mess.

The Princess had a look of defeat, so you took it upon yourself to let her show you her hotel.

You prompted that you will be the one to go down and see if it were possible that demons could be redeemed.

I mean everyone deserves a second chance right?

You were talk even the worst sinner still possessed some sort of decency.

So you followed the Princess to her hotel to show you around.

Charlie was elated that you didn’t think her dream was just some fluck.

She asked you all sorts of questions. How you ended up in heaven and how was your life before you died.

”Believe it or not I was a singer at a gentlemen’s lounge. Oh darlin you should have seen me in my prime! Jazz, booze, and oh I had the sweetest husband.”

Charlie was shocked. I mean, yes you were breathtaking, but you really didn’t seem like the type to be tied down to some guy.

You giggled at her expression. It was often the look men gave you when you refused their advances, happily boasting you were a taken woman and not some hussy that could warm their beds.

”Oh you’ll really find that the hotel has character. Our hotel manager might be a little…hmmm creepy but don’t pay him any mind” she said opening the door to the hotel to lead you through the lobby.

And character it did.

The interior was old-fashion but it had charm. A bit masculine for a young woman to run it, but if the manager was a man, you could see why it looked the way it did.

You took a seat on a couch and waited as Charlie went to gather the residents so you would meet them.

You were slightly nervous. You were in Hell and hadn’t the slightest clue what demons even looked like.

You fiddled with your ring, how you wished to see your husband.

”Everyone we have a special guest so pleeeeaasssee be on your best behavior” you heard Charlie say.

You caught sight of a gnarly bar and the bartender, you smiled

”shot of whiskey on the rock love” Husker turned around and his eyes widened, yours did too “Why i never thought…Husker?!” You squealed happily, lunging across the bar to hug the demon. He smiled and patted your back, pulling away “Husker what ya doing down here?” He gave you a deadpan look, making you laugh. You then thought about it..

If Husker was down here then that…

”Charlie you should have said such beauty in our circle i would have cleaned up a lot better” a voice purred, making your head turn.

A tall spider smiled at you, giving you a flirtatious wink, which you sent back with a wave.

A little cyclone, a snake, and a seemingly human woman entered the room.

Charlie smiled “This lovely angel has decided to have a look around to prove Heaven wrong”

You introduced yourself.

”Now i know you’re not here long so Ill give you a quick-”

Charlie was interrupted by a radio-like voice.

”Don’t tell me you’re going to give a tour without me Charlie? You know we work as a team-” his words trailed off as he caught sight of you.

You stood, a happy smile on your face “Alastor baby!” You practically ran into his arms.

”Ain’t no way…”

”Noooo”

”oh welll that do make ssssennssseee”

”Pretty lady!”

everyone watched in shock as Alastor twirled you around, peppering your face in kisses.

”oooohhh my dear what a surprise this is!” He said hugging you. You heard a throat clear and broke your hold on him, turning to see everyone confused.

You gave a sheepish smile. Alastor beamed and hooked a arm around your waist

”Everyone this doll here is my wife! The prettiest thing that ever graced the earth!” You playfully slapped his chest.

Everyone's mouths dropped.

”WHAT!?”

You sat in Alastor’s lap as you told how you knew the red demon. Rambling on about how you two met and how your lives were like.

They just couldn’t process it.

YOU were married to Alastor.

Married to the most feared Overlord in Hell.

Wife to the Radio Demon.

How the fuck?

You were an angel? Literally and figuratively!

”How the hell did Mr. Creepy face fancy talk here get a broad like you?” Angel asked.

Alastor’s chest puffed with pride. His smile almost broke his face “with charm and wit my deluded friend” He said as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

You giggled, it was always entertaining to see people's reactions to who your husband was.

You turned to Alastor, lips pouty with a feigned upset look

”Now i been dead forever and not once have I seen you. Why? Why weren’t you in Heaven?”

Alastor stiffened, how was he to tell you that during your time alive he had killed many people just for the fun of it?

“Weeelll my dear I might have killed a few people”

You blinked and then thought about it.

It kind of made sense, he used to be out ‘hunting’ at weird times of day, be gone at night saying he was working.

You had a hard time getting stains out of his clothing.

That do explains some things.

”So do you regret anything?” He let out a laugh

nope. Not a single thing.

You shook your head “well since I’m heeeerrrrreee…why don’t we swing by juke joint, if you’re here, I’m sure Mimzy is here. I could use a good time. Its stuffy up there in Heaven. No fun at all”

Charlie perked “Ahh yes you must see how the sinners here are really like and what better than enagaging with them?”

Angel smirked “I know a place waaaayy better than some old booze lounge”

A club. You were at a club.

Your eyes honed in on a mic on the stage and it just happened to be open night.

You batted your eyes and just like that you were on stage.

The lights dimmed and you flipped through some songs to pick.

You might have been a bit old-fashioned but you were caught up on some of the modern singers that came through heaven.

The band nodded at your choice and you took hold of the mic.

With a twirl of your hand, you dawned on a 1920s theme look.

The gang mouths were jaw dropped as you started to sing, the audience was captivated. Catcalls and whistles filled the air.

Alastor felt static run through him as he sighed lovingly as you came down the stage and sat on his lap, mock fixing his bow tie as you sang. You teasingly nipped at his lips, causing his ears to twitch as you smiled going back to waltzing around the stage.

You smiled as bowed as the crowd exploded with cheers and applause as the lights came back on.

Ain’t no way Alastor had a bad broad like you, but the way you happily giggled as he whispered in your ear, pulling you into his chest…

There wasn’t denying it.

You held the Radio Demon’s dark heart.

His sweet, alluring wife

who would have thought?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x y/n #alastor x angel reader #alastor x singer reader

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starryylies · 3 months

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Omg 141 with touch-starved gf that just gets turned on from every little thing they do cause she's not used to it. Been heavy on my mind

TF-141 with touch starved reader

Hiiii sososo sorry for replying late, everything is getting postponed cuz of work :((((

I hope you enjoy this anon! Thank you so much for the awesome request, I love it!!

PRICE-

ꨄ︎ loves it loves it lovesssss itttttt

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re like a cat who actually loves cuddles but acts like she doesn’t

ꨄ︎ calls you his kitty

ꨄ︎ loves patting your head and calling you his “good kitty”

ꨄ︎ loves how he’s the only one who’s seen how touch starved you are

ꨄ︎ lives for the reaction you have for when he even touches you slightly making body stiffen and your thighs clench from arousal.

ꨄ︎ will keep his hand on your thigh in public all to make sure you behave when others are around

ꨄ︎ loves teasing And welll taming you

ꨄ︎ thinks it’s adorable how you get all whiny when you’re turned on by his teasing.

ꨄ︎ but how can he stop when you look so pretty trying to hide your arousal

ꨄ︎ would make sure nobody finds out though, not because it’s embarrassing but because he doesn’t want anyone else to get the wrong idea and mess with you

ꨄ︎ will make you hump his legs when he’s busy

ꨄ︎ Loves how desperate you are when turned on :(

ꨄ︎ “use your words princess, you want me? my what exactly? Say it”

ꨄ︎ “bad fuckin’ kitty making me fuck you in the neighbors bathroom all cus youre a wet fuckin’ mess”

SIMON-

ꨄ︎ it takes time for him to get adjusted in the beginning

ꨄ︎ ar first he found it a bit overwhelming since he’s had terrible experiences in the past but as you guys go on with the relationship he slowly finds it comforting.

ꨄ︎ has a low sex drive in the beginning but will try his best to please you,

ꨄ︎ so in the beginning he started off by kisses here and there till he gets used to it more.

ꨄ︎ likes how you cling onto him as a koala :)

ꨄ︎ is very touch starved in the beginning but feels awkward about it

ꨄ︎ sometimes felt inadequate but those feelings are lost when he’s fucking you till you’re a babbling mess moaning into the pillow case. :)

ꨄ︎ slowly as your relationship deepens I believe his sex drive will increase greatly and now he’d be more comfortable being clingy and touch starved

ꨄ︎ would make sure you’re well satisfied especially during the days you ovulate

ꨄ︎ you both are like each others cuddly cats ₍˄·͈ ‧̫ ·͈˄₎

ꨄ︎ loves the way you whine under his touch

ꨄ︎ loves giving you kisses whenever he can in the house.

ꨄ︎ very protective and will make sure nobody takes advantage of you

ꨄ︎ loves the way your pussy clenches on him when you’re under him.

ꨄ︎ swears he will cum fast if you continue squeezing his cock so hard,

ꨄ︎”ugh fuckin’ hell princess not so right, gonna’ Milk me dry righ’ here love fuckk”

SOAP-

ꨄ︎ oh this man is a menace, will purposely tease you

ꨄ︎ he loves how you squirm when he tries kissing you

ꨄ︎ loves how you visibly gasp when his hand brushes against you

ꨄ︎ loves keeping his hands on your waist

ꨄ︎ will make sure you’re always satisfied, you’re still horny after one round? Let’s go again

ꨄ︎ will purposely make you sit closer to him when you guys are out teasing you by slowly moving his hand from your knees to your inner thighs~

ꨄ︎ kisses you so much, loves how audible whimpers escape your mouth when you’re on his lap and are making out

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re so cute when you tug onto him :))

ꨄ︎ loves the way you melt underneath his touch

ꨄ︎ is quick to notice when you’re frustrated and needy for him

ꨄ︎ he will pretty much fuck you like he hasn’t fucked in a year because god he lives for the little sounds and reactions you make.

ꨄ︎ pats your head too!

ꨄ︎ likes giving you massages :)

ꨄ︎ the massages lead to you pinned underneath him while his hands are gripping the bed while he pounds you till his balls are drained

ꨄ︎ “fuck Bonnie lookin’ so messy under me. you’re fuckin’ droolin, takin me in so good.”

GAZ-

ꨄ︎ biggest menace here, makes sure you’re always hot and bothered with him

ꨄ︎ oh god this man cannot keep his hands off of you

ꨄ︎ he will never ever get his hands off (until you say so ofc) but his hands will always be somewhere on your body caressing you

ꨄ︎ makes sure you get turned on when you guys are out

ꨄ︎ loves the quickies that happen when you both are out cuz you goy turned on cuz of him

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re an adorable mess when you’re horny

ꨄ︎ will buy a small panty vibrator for when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ will turn it on any time he pleases so you don’t feel lonely when he’s gone :((

ꨄ︎ asks you to tell him in detail about what you did with yourself when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ loves coming home from deployment finding you so needy and hot, climbing on top him the second he comes back

ꨄ︎ will probably try out many ways to tease you more

ꨄ︎ holds your hand or keeps his hand on your waist wherever you guys go.

ꨄ︎ If you’re ticklish he will definitely tickle you there whenever you feel low or anything.

ꨄ︎ loves taking care of you and loves when you cling onto him.

ꨄ︎ loves how sensitive you get when you guys are fucking but will ask you over and over again to see if he’s not crossing any limits.

ꨄ︎ “ya likin’ it babe? You like it when I come home only to catch ya playin’ with yourself? Couldn’t even wait for me could ya?”

ꨄ︎ “Yeahh fuck takin me so good, don’t squirm baby m right here, If it gets too much tell me okay?”

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miyatcha · 5 months

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paper cranes | suguru geto

naw...its so lowk quality. oh welll :( | fluff | suguru is a canon manspreader LMFAOO

you catch suguru geto folding paper cranes- and that’s the first time you meet him. he sits in the middle of the bench as if he owns the whole thing, a stack of patterned origami paper with a paperweight on top on the side.

it’s spring, and against the blooming flowers, you think he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

“you’re taking an awful lot of space on that bench.” your teasing tone snaps him out of his concentrated task, quick to grab the paper and scoot to one side.

“sorry- bad habit.” he’s sheepish, and instead of manspreading like before, he sits upright, fumbling with the craft in his hands. you laugh at him, taking a seat on the other side.

“what’s got you folding cranes in a park?” you take in the stranger next to you.

“helps me take my mind off things. and you?” he glances up, and his dark eyes meet your gaze.

he’s…breathtaking.

the stranger raises an eyebrow, and you realize you haven’t responded. “reading- and maybe some drawing. I don’t know yet.”

you sit down beside him, not really sure how to continue the conversation, but thankfully, there’s nothing between the two of you that makes things awkward.

“what are you reading?” showing him the cover of the slice of life/romance book you were halfway through, he smiles. “the ending is worth it, don’t worry.”

“you’ve read it?”

he nods, placing the crane in his bag. “i might’ve reread it a couple times.”

your interest in him grows the more you find out about him. “really? i’ve heard it’s a sad ending.”

he hums, lost in thought. “well, yes, it’s sad- but good. do you think the main characters should stay together?”

you pause for a moment, mulling over his question. while you were a sucker for happy endings, it just wouldn’t make sense with the type of people they were.

“no. she was going in a different direction than him- even if they were good for each other, they wouldn’t be happy. so does this mean they don’t end up together?” he shrugs, finishing another crane and adding it to his growing pile. “are you making the cranes for anything?” you change the subject.

i don’t have the cranes for anything specific, no, but they’re pretty, aren’t they?” he holds a finished one in his palm, with meticulous folds at every edge. you nod, and he smiles, satisfied.

"do you know how to make any?"

"it's honestly been so long- i might know a few steps, but that's it."

he pauses, smoothing over the crane's neck. "i'll teach you the next time i see you around." it's his signal to leave, and as he gathers his things, you finish the page of the book you were reading. when you feel the seat shift, you glance up at the stranger, hoping that deep down, something more would happen.

"it was nice to meeting you..." you realize. “i never got your name.”

“suguru geto. you?” the boy smiles, and his eyes crinkle at the edges.

“___ ___.” you wave to him, ready to tell your friends all about the encounter with the pretty stranger.

when he's no longer in sight, you notice a green crane on the seat, and you’re quick to pick it up and search for him, but he’s disappeared.

you fold down the wings for him, and find something written on the flaps. it’s his number.

‘call or text :)’

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hyunlixsbbygirl · 2 months

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Heyyy! I hope you’re doing welll ☺️

i was wondering if i can put in a request for the boys reacting to Y/N wearing something revealing. like Y/N plans on hanging out with some of their girl friends or whatever and the boys (as their partner) reacts? does that makes sense ? 😂 🥺

SKZ Reaction to y/n wearing revealing clothing

Pairings: OT8 x Reader (separate) Warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, pet names, s3x mentions

I am so sorry this took literally 5,000 years for me to do :( I swear I didn't mean to just like ghost you like that but better late than never?

#stray kids #skz #bangchan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n #fake skz texts #stray kids fake texts

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teecupangel · 4 months

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First off, I wanna say, ever since I discovered your work while scrolling down Ezio's tag randomly, I have been thoroughly hooked to everything you have written. Your work is simply amazing!

With that, I hope you don't mind me sharing an idea that's been haunting me for quite a while now.

What if Desmond reincarnated as La Volpe's son? Not biologically his son (or maybe he is but no one knew?), merely, he was found by Gilberto when Desmond was a little kid on the streets and took him in and taught him everything he knows despite Desmond clearly being a young prodigy in multiple skills as is. The man grew rather fond of Desmond, to say the least- and rather protective

(Desmond with eyes glowing purple instead of gold when using Eagle Vision anyone?)

The Thieves Guild knows Desmond (many having seen him grow up as well and befriended him) and are the ones to consider/acknowledge him as La Volpe's heir (Cub or Kit? Idk much Italian for the proper word/term for Little/Baby Fox and I don't trust Google Translate ngl) in this.

While we don't have a confirmation of La Volpe's age (doesn't help his model didn't change between AC2 and Brotherhood), I like to imagine Desmond is only a few years younger than Machiavelli when the two meet. And Machiavelli (a sort of friend despite La Volpe not liking him initially-) is trying to persuade Desmond to try his hand in some sort of apprenticeship or get him into politics even cause it's such a waste for him to remain amongst the Thieves when clearly his skills means he's destined for a better lifestyle- though, of course, Desmond's already quite an asset for the Assassin's regardless.

Would be even more interesting/amusing if Shaun reincarnated with Desmond somehow. A fellow thief (or maybe a son of a noble that Desmond tends to target- and if Desmond knows its Shaun, welll, who knows. In the end, he's still messing with him regardless) perhaps that believes he's being haunted by a familiar ghost from the past life- but that's impossible! The only ghosts (well, they're real- he long since came to terms that this isn't a dream anywas- is it hell, though? He's yet to decide) he'd had to deal with should've been the Auditores and the Templars- but then... Why does he keep seeing Desmond? (And why does he associate him with purple and even orange instead of Gold, White, and Red?)

(I apologize for the amount of parentheses in this)

(Considering how liberal I am in using parentheses myself, you don’t have to apologize for anything XD)

If you’re alright with messing up canon character’s personalities… we can make Shaun be reborn as Machiavelli instead?

And if Desmond and Machiavelli!Shaun are both around the same age, they’d be younger than Petruccio (at least 6 years for Machiavelli) which means we have the opportunity to mess with both Shaun and Desmond with this.

Because they would realize if someone was changing history if the Auditores live. By making them too young to do anything to stop it, we’re giving them the false sense of confidence that they are the only reincarnators in this story.

By the time they would both have the power and influence to change the plot, they would come to believe that the changes are butterfly effects of their own actions, not because another reincarnator is changing some things under their noses.

For this one, we’ll have Shaun try to push Desmond into going to politics because he believes that La Volpe’s son is meant to die young. That’s the only reason he could think of to why Ezio never saw him in his memories. Any antics or reactions that reminds Shaun of Desmond is simply Shaun’s mind trying to keep him from grieving Desmond’s death too much. Ezio was a constant reminder of his ‘impending death’. La Volpe’s son reminds him of what Desmond could have been had circumstances been different.

In Desmond’s eyes, Machiavelli was simply being Machiavelli. Any discrepancies between the Machiavelli his Bleed remembers and the Machiavelli in front of him is because Machiavelli isn’t treating him like he treats Ezio. Another important thing is that Desmond uses the name La Volpe gives him (your call what it is and if he has a different nickname that’s connected to foxes or a similar animal) because he knows calling himself Desmond would just make Ezio look for him.

And he was trying to stay away from Ezio because, as much as he wanted to help him, he feels guilty because the tragedy in Ezio’s life was all his fault.

To ensure he was born.

So this story now becomes two reincarnators (Shaun and Desmond) trying to change Ezio’s life, all the while not realizing each other’s true identity.

Ezio has no idea that he has two ‘guardian angels’ and is just doing his best with what he’s given XD

#ngl i already have a yew branch where shaun replaces a canon character #and i was meant to write it this year #but well (waves at irl)#things happened #we shall see how kind 2024 is #i will say the plan isn't for him to reincarnate as machiavelli XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #shaun hastings #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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delicrieux · 1 year

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hello darling! soo i’m one of the Aemond gals, could you maybe write something with him? maybe the reader is from our world and just out of blue she finds herself in Westeros! Aemond is so dumbfounded - here she is, this weird girl, talking about some nonsense things, well educated in history and philosophy (another nurts obvi) with sparkling dragon-like coloured irises, so lost but welcoming everything that surrounds her, even all of him. welll as you can see - I’m so deep in it! if you decide to write something about this, thank you so much!! take care! 🌟🌟

TRAVELER | endless drabble series (winter edition)

summary: differences can actually be appealing pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader a/n: i changed it up a bit, i hope you don’t mind!! i didn’t rly know how to incorporate our world reader into westeros, so i just made her origins unknown but heavily implied to be from sothoryos, which, to be fair, is kinda from a different world too! used 4. mulled wine from this list <3

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the winter prompts list 1 & 2 !

It had been a regular flight - easy winds, no storms but an odd fad of snow - when he had noticed a strange figure asleep in the frost covered plains up North. From so high up, Aemond could not yet tell if it was a bear or a human - the first would be easier to explain, but his curiosity was quipped and so Vhagar cast her wings and dipped down and what he saw proved to be quite extraordinary.

There, a woman in a dress, asleep in a ring of dewy grass. The only thing valuable seemed to be her jewels - big, heavy silver rings and long, clunky pendants made from black oily stones. Like a lily submerged underwater, he figured she had died from the cold. But as he landed, and the ground shook, so did the body, and the woman slowly, achingly opened her eyes to see the mouth of a dragon.

That waxen face now breathes with life in a local tavern. Drunken sonnets spill into the air like ale on wooden tables, and she nurses her second cup of mulled wine. The cup’s clay, chipped - she had cut her lip when she first took a sip, though it seemed that she did not notice. Aemond, sitting across from her, measures her up and down once more - so far, she had given no indication of knowing where she is, or who he is, nor did she portray any surprise faced with a dragon.

Covered in furs and deer hide, she’s finally warm enough to speak, “My thanks, stranger.” She says, and he’s fascinated by her accent, a fluid song broken by the harsh rasp of the chill. She smiles, and her jewelry glimmers in the dancing fires of the hearth.

“It’s surprising you didn’t die,” He comments, holding his own cup, “the North is not usually so kind to travelers.”

“I am lucky,” She admits, almost shyly, “though I don’t recall how is it that I got here, nor where I came from.”

“Perhaps you’re from beyond the Wall?” He suggest smugly, but she only shakes her head with a small smile.

“In the Lands of Always Winter, I do wonder what world lies there. Where it ends, and where it begins - at the same point of measure, perhaps? It’s easy to get lost in the snow, turned around all over; perhaps there are dragons there as well that breathe frost, not unlike those in the Shivering Sea?” She tilts her head at his confusion, “You’ve read the histories, no?”

“I’ve had the leisure.” He says curtly.

“Then you must know a great deal of Valyria.” She says, “Have you ever been?”

“There’s nothing left of it.”

She blinks, “...Truly? Nothing? No graves or gold or cadavers to tell tales older than time? No ancient ruins and histories lost to us, only to be rediscovered?”

“You seem to know all but of the fact that old Valyria is covered in greyscale. Or did you forget to read that page in the tomes you poured over before falling ill in the North?”

She laughs, “Are you afraid?” She lowers her head, watches him under her lashes, “A Prince, afraid of sickness. I figured Targaryens cannot be burned, thus cannot be ill. Or are those all fairy tales as well?”

He raises a brow, “So you do know who I am.”

“Hard not to when the bard sings praises of Prince Aemond One-Eye as soon as you walk in with me in tow,” Her gazes fixates on the leather patch, “what happened to it?”

“My cousin cut it out.” He retorts.

She hums, “Blood for blood. Have you taken your vengeance yet?”

“I’m a patient man.”

“Patience is a kind virtue unless used otherwise.” She empties her cup, “More, please,” She pushes it to him, “I still can’t feel my fingers.”

He looks at her rings as he holds up a hand for the waitress, “Those seem expensive. You surprise me, traveler. I wonder how they have not been stolen.”

Something shifts in her expression, and a chill creeps up from behind. The waitress pours wine and the traveler smiles, but it’s a strange smile, one he should not trust. She feels dangerous, suddenly, and he is all the more intrigued.

“Would you like to keep one?” It’s an innocent question, but it holds something dark underneath all of that loveliness.

“I have no fancy for jewelry,” He refuses easily, though his heart beats just a tad faster. If he did not know any better, he’d think it’s from nerves, “as a prince I have many and find it quite ugly. My brother would like one, though.”

She retracts her hands and her smile falls, “He didn’t save me from the snow, so he has no use for it.”

It did not quite seem as if she needed saving, but the severity in her voice urges his pride. Perhaps he’ll be a hero yet.

“Have you got a name?” He inquires, and he’s all past common decency, never had any to begin with. He wishes to know.

She thinks, “Everyone has a name, no? Surely, I do think everyone does. Even toys, the objects of our affection, and our sword, and ships, and pets, do. I heard some ladies name their favorite perfumes. It builds attachment, you never forget something or someone with a name. I must have a name, I think, only for the life of me I do not remember it. Which begs to question whether I ever had one at all.”

After a pause, she sighs, “I suppose I’m fortunate. I can pick one for myself. Become new, here, in the North. But I don’t think it important. I have no one to share it with, and no one here would like to recall me.”

“I’d like to know your name,” He says, “but only because I wish to know who I saved.”

She grins, “...Then you are free to name me yourself, prince.”

hope u liked it! xx

#aemond imagine #hotd #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #imagine #imagines #reader #xreader #got #game of thrones #request

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 year

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“it’s only you i’m missing, cursing at the Double Distance”

“my friends tell me slow down but i’m flying around the world to keep up with you.”

synopsis// spending your whole life looking for your highschool sweetheart who seemed to have dropped off the face of the planet wasn’t how you envisioned your future.

pairing// suguru getou x gn!reader

word count// 1.6k

contents// ooc getou? angst if you squint

notes// shout out to my am anon for the idea 🫶 also shout out to another waterparks song that actually gave me motivation to write this bc it just fit toooo welll…. what we do for fun how i love you!!!this also kinda sucks ngl!!

Everyone who knew you and Getou thought you were high school sweethearts, and everyone knew the feelings you had for each other, even if you two were never officially together. It never became official due to both of you being cowards and afraid that if one of you had asked, it would ruin everything, so neither of you did, and that’s your biggest regret to this day. because one day Getou was absent, and then the next day came and he was absent again, and again, and again...

After about a month, Shoko and Gojo had given up hope that he would return, but you never did, at least not until you graduated, though you didn't lose hope in the same way everyone else did. You lost hope that he would come back because you put it into thinking you would find him yourself. You would travel all of Japan just to find him, and that's exactly what you’ll do.

How could you possibly let go? Your first love disappears, and you’re supposed to be okay with that? Hell, you’re surprised that Gojo was okay with his best friend disappearing and that he could accept it so easily. You simply need closure, whether it's a grave sighting or Getou standing right in front of you; whatever it is, you won't stop until you get it.

It’s been two years since you graduated, two years since you first started searching for him, and you’re about to embark on your last major city in Japan in an attempt to find him. You're packing your things while Shoko and Gojo sit on your bed, frowns on their faces and their arms crossed, watching you scramble all over your room.

Shoko clears her throat. “Don't you think it’s been long enough, y/n?”

You give her a brief glance before continuing your packing.

Gojo nods. "I mean, come on, y/n! It’s been years already! Enough is enough, he’s not coming back!”

You finally stop whatever it is you are doing and look toward them, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “If you were just going to be rude, why did you two even come?”

Gojo shrugs. “Shoko told me to come.”

Shoko lightly slaps Gojo’s arm before speaking softly, “We just don't get it.”

You'd ask what she doesn't get, but you know. She doesn't know how you became so obsessed; she's raising her eyebrows at you. Frankly, you don't know either, but you wouldn’t call it an obsession rather than just caring. Wouldn't she want to find her lover? Who mysteriously disappeared? Wouldn’t Gojo?

you sigh. “You don’t need to get it; can't you just be supportive?”

The two of them hesitate to nod, and the conversation is over. It's quiet while you finish packing whatever you need, and then eventually they drop you off at the station, saying their goodbyes and half-assed best wishes. You enter the train and wave goodbye to them through the window.

This was it; if you don't find him here, you won't find him anywhere else in Japan, and that would mean you’d end up traveling the whole world to find him. You would search for him until the world ended, if need be. As the train pulled out of the station, you laid your head against the window and let your eyes flutter shut. dreaming about a time before Getou had disappeared.

You and Getou were inseparable, practically glued together at the hip. Wherever you went, he was there as well, and vice versa. You two did everything together, and people weren’t sure if they were jealous or disgusted. You’re dreaming of a specific moment; you hadn’t gone to school that day, you were feeling defeated having gotten bad grades on the last few tests. You hadn't responded to anyone that day, including Getou. Later on that day, you heard a knock at your door, opening it only to be met with Getou, a small grin on his face, and a bag filled with your favorite snacks, movies, drinks, and whatever else he could think of in his hand.

Getou leans in to give you a quick kiss before pulling away and asking, “You weren’t at school, are you okay?”

You look him up and down fondly before smiling. “Yeah, I'm okay now.”

"Good because I brought a lot of shit and walking home with it all would be embarrassing," he exclaims as he invites himself in.

You laugh at him as you shut the door behind him. “You didn’t have to bring all of this for me.”

He smiles at you. “I would’ve brought much more if I could.”

You roll your eyes as you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “you know i only need you Getou.”

Getou smirks as he drops the bag of goodies in order to wrap his arms around your waist. “yeah?”

You lean in and kiss him softly, mumbling against his lips a small “yeah” before going back to kissing him.

You jolt awake at the sound of the intercom informing you that you had arrived at your destination; had you slept the whole way? Were you that exhausted? You yawn as you gather your things and walk off the train, sighing to yourself as you walk toward a local map. The place you’re staying at isn't too far from here, so you start walking.

Though about halfway there, you very quickly regret your decision as it grows colder; you could see your breath with each one you took. You shiver as you think back to all the times Getou would give you his jacket, even if it meant he would be cold, and you’re really wishing he was here right now. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you stop to push the crosswalk button, and you don't have to wait long until it’s time for you to cross the road.

You keep your head down because there are so many people crossing; you've never been one for crowds, but something is telling you to look up, whether it's yourself or some higher being, whatever it is is pleading. You look up, unsure of what you'll see, and that's when you see him. You drop everything in your hands as you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest heaving up and down. You almost think he doesn't even realize who you are until you see how his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows harshly.

He’s smiling at you, and you're smiling back until he starts to frown. What are you even doing here? he betrayed you by leaving, and yet? You're suddenly walking toward him, but it's taking too long for your liking, so you start to run at him and quite literally throw yourself into his embrace. He stumbles back a little before wrapping his arms around you.

“Where the fuck have you been?” you ask bewilderedly against him. “Getou, I've been looking for you everywhere.”

He grabs your face and pulls it away from him to look at you; a blush is covering his face, and you can't tell if it's because of you or because of the cold. “You’ve been looking for me?” he asks curiously, like he can't believe that you would do that, like he can’t believe he’s worth that.

You smile softly, and you can't stop the tears from falling. Getou wipes them away as they reach his hands on your cheeks. “Of course I’ve been looking for you.” You frown as you ask him again, “Where have you been getou?”

He looks away briefly before responding, “Lost. I’ve been lost, and you’re the only person who’s ever been able to find me.”

You place your hand on top of his and hesitate to respond. “Please don't leave again—“ You meant it as a statement, yet your quivering voice says otherwise.

Getou nods and kisses your forehead, mumbling against it, “I won't, I promise, I won't."

He means it; seeing you like this and finding out that you’ve been searching for him, how could he leave again? He can’t; he won't. So instead he’ll stay and spend the rest of his time here on Earth making up for not realizing until now that there's nothing important that doesn't include you.

You bask in the warmth that his lips against your skin give you, almost as if he’s rekindled a fire within you that went out when he disappeared. A car honks at you right as you're about to pull his face down and kiss him.

“Get out of the fucking way!” the driver screams from out his window.

That's when the both of you realize you're still in the street; you look at each other wide-eyed before bursting out into laughter, and he’s grabbing your hand to pull you onto the sidewalk. Both of you are now hunched over in laughter on the sidewalk, staying like that for a few minutes until you're finally able to calm yourselves. You stare at each other nervously, unsure of what to do from here, when he rolls his eyes and sighs before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly. You don't kiss him back right away because it takes you by surprise, but once you realize what's going on and that he's really here, you're quick to melt into him.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to do this again,” he says softly as he pulls away.

You hum, “I've been waiting to do that again.”

“You never gave up on me?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head.

"Nope, never...," you shake your head. "which is why im gonna rub it in gojo’s face when you come back.”

“When I come back?” he asks teasingly, “you kidnapping me?”

You nod. “Yeah, gonna put you on a leash and everything to make sure you don't leave again.”

Getou stifles a laugh. “You don't have to do all that; I'm not leaving again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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hqkalon · 7 months

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here’s some magic 🧚🏽‍♀️✨

why thank you empress 🙏🙏 (just used that magic to beat my mangers ass 😘)

#chats w/ pretty people ۫ ּ ִ⠀empress ! ˳#jokinggg i guess 😞#ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GOODDD AND EATING WELLL BABES #your perfect blue theme gets me everytimee— i love that movie ughh

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ohbo-ohno · 2 months

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heyyy, i’m back!! i hope u’ve been doing welll🥰

so, i saw a post the other day about dark! ghoap, and now i’m curious as to what UR thoughts abt this couple would be. because it’s vampire! soap and slasher! ghost 🌞, and since you’re basically a walking prodigy when it comes to intense cod content (which i absolutely adore btw💕💕), i figured ur input would rlly help broaden my perspective on it and allat— especially since i kind of wanna make a fic surrounding this particular ship. ignore if this makes uncomfy pls!!

🍶anon

omg hey, tysm babe!!! ily!!! i can't tell if you're asking two questions here or not, but im a yapper so i'll answer both just in case :)

vampire soap and slasher ghost is actually sooooo fascinating to me bc it's kinda like a provider dynamic to the 100th power. pls pls let me know if you write/post this!

i'd love to see maybe baby vampire soap, who's still not used to his power and his hunger and has a very bad habit of mutilating his victims and leaving them for the police, together with experienced serial killer ghost who's pissed another killed has moved into his territory. could do something a little funny with ghost finally finding soap and being like... a cannibal? while soap is losing his mind over this guy finding out he's a vampire

could also do something where ghost kills for soap (bc he doesn't want his boy's hands getting dirty <3) but takes the bodies back for soap to drain and glut himself on. very much like a knight killing for his king dynamic, but it also keeps soap reliant on ghost for his meals

my thoughts about dark ghoap are a lot more broad lmao. i think ghost and soap are intense but in polar opposite ways - ghost is the unmovable object to soap's unstoppable force. in a ghoap/reader, i think that manifests in a really overwhelming way. but in just regular ol' ghoap, it's just two fucked up people both trying to dominate their relationship, and one of them is coming out on top - for me, that'll always be ghost.

#btw for intense cod content go to early's blog!!!#391780!!!! her dark content is fantastic and everything i wish i could write #asks and answers #🍶 anon

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eltramuffinz · 6 months

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Okay so here’s that Itto and Weaver test drive/scene I did a while ago and touched up. It’s only really a first attempt and it’s a bit crack-esque, but then again that’s gonna be the vibe of the actual fic at times in the future so yeah, enjoy whatever this is lol.

GN! Reader x Arataki Itto, 2.5k words, you try and sumo wrestle the Oni

To set the scene: You and Itto are walking through the Inazuman wilderness to the gang’s secret base (which was a kind-of-not-so-secret base that you and the gang had worked together to build) for a weekly catch-up.

He’d met you at your place of work, that being Ogura Textiles and Kimonos, since he’d wanted to accompany you on the way there.

‘To be your super-mega-strong bodyguard of course!’ were his exact words, despite the route you were following being quite safe all things considered.

Somehow the conversation had turned towards the eccentric Oni’s favourite sport of all time, of course being sumo wrestling. Cue you casually remarking you’d never seen a match before, and Itto freaking out as he stopped dead in place, jaw dropping practically to the dirt.

“WHATDOYOUMEANYOUVENEVERSEENAMATCH?!”

“We don’t have sumo in Watatsumi, okay???” You crossed your arms defensively, eyes narrowing at his extreme response to your complete lack of sumo witnessing experience.

The hulking Oni tried to make puppy-dog eyes, the resulting expression only making a slight grimace pull at your lips. It worked for him when he wasn’t actually trying, since when he did try to make a cute face like right now, it ended up looking a bit… well… extreme, if you had to describe it for lack of better words.

And of course, he pulled out his slightly whiny, childish pouty voice as he pleaded with you.

“C’mon, take me in a sumo fight! …Pretty please?”

… Was he joking? You had to double check.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

He beamed at you, the clownishly extreme cute face morphing into a more sincere yet no less hyped grin.

“Nope!”

Always the more reasonable of your duo, you really had to spell it out for him.

“Okay… Itto… you can’t be serious. You’re like… at least ten times as strong as me. Probably more. I don’t think that’s very fair.”

“Awww don’t give up before you even try! Even the smallest onikabuto can win against a bigger and tougher opponent if they give it enough oomph!”

“I’d really rather not get flattened.”

“I’ll go easy on you!”

You raised a brow at him suspiciously. “Doesn’t that go against your morals? You never go easy on kids when you challenge them for snacks. Why am I getting special treatment?”

“Heheh welll! Well! Uh! Um…” His face was starting to turn pink and his red eyes darted around the place, stammering and trying to find an answer while you stared at him.

“Uh- ooh got it- ahem!” Exaggeratedly he cleared his throat loudly and puffed up his chest, looking at you proudly with a raised chin.

“A real man encourages his opponents to step up to a challenge, even if it seems a thousand times too hard at first! If Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto has to tone down his immeasurable strength for you to accept the challenge at all, then I’ll do it… and then I can go all out, ‘cause like you said, that ain’t my style to hold back!”

“... I’m going to regret this.”

His insistence and authentic hopeful twinkle in his crimson eyes had a way of swaying you, no matter how reluctant you were at first to get involved in his antics. He had been pointing to a large and flat area of field where this activity could take place, showing you that there was a spot right here as well!

You slowly started walking to where he had pointed and he beamed in delight, hurrying to walk at your side.

“Psshhhh no you won’t! This is gonna be awe-some~! I’ll show you all my super secret techniques that are one hundred percent foolproof! … Minus all the times they weren’t- I mean you didn’t hear that!”

Before you knew it you were standing with him in the grass, looking around for a moment, and then… Itto started what looked like stripping, taking his coat off with gusto and casting it to the ground powerfully, and then his hand was going to his belt-

“Oh my gods Itto why are you taking your clothes off-“

“It’s professional sumo attire!”

Of course it was, and of course you should’ve seen something like this coming. You’d already accepted long ago that Itto was… a very unique character. But hey, he kept you on your toes, especially with how he constantly made you feel like a cat raising its hackles.

“DO NOT GET NAKED!”

“I’M NOT GETTING NAKED, I JUST GOTTA FEEL THE BREEZE ON MY-!”

“IT LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE- KEEP YOUR PANTS ON DAMMIT!”

“Fiiiine-nuh!”

Keeping his belt and pants on, lest he show the entire wilderness something that could never be unseen, you two eventually stood facing one another.

Itto looked like this was the best thing that could be happening right now. You looked vaguely regretful you had somehow agreed to this.

“I’m gonna break my glasses-”

He left you no time to back up, crouching with his hands on his knees and a toothy grin, his diamond-pupils honed in on you. Those red horns were looking particularly pointy right now.

“Ready!… Set!… Go!”

Your immediate thought as you launched towards him was that this was a terrible idea.

His long powerful legs pounded across the dirt and that wild grin still on his face with his red eyes, ripping up the dirt as he charged at you.

Your reflexes screamed at you to dodge this veritable mountain of a man coming at you like, well like a raging bull.

You braced yourself and then-

The wind was knocked out of you as you collided with him in a weighted clash of bodies, all but smacking into him and you scrambled to get a hold on something since you were meant to be wrestling, grabbing his clothes with a death grip.

You felt his large hands land on your torso above your hips, gripping somewhat tightly as his fingers curled into you.

You were not someone who wrestled as a daily activity and did the only thing you could think of, which was to basically lean all your weight forward and attempt to push Itto towards the edge of the dohyō, which he’d told you was the proper name for a sumo ring while he’d scratched it into the dirt with his foot.

You were so focused on what you were doing, breathing heavily and pushing forward with everything you had, you failed to register you had basically shoved your face into Itto’s upper chest, staring straight down his abdomen while you strained against him.

Bearing your teeth, you grunted out a huff of effort and gave him another shove.

C’mon, you could do this, you could do this!

…

Since you were looking downwards at the ground you could see the movement of his legs, and so far… he had kind of been taking small steps back as you kept your grip tight and pushed against him.

But… then you felt him actually retaliate against your efforts.

All he did was… push against you gently and lean into you like you were to him, just slightly, and his feet stopped moving completely.

It took a long, painful moment of you audibly grunting and huffing for it to click, and suddenly you paused.

You had been pushing against him with everything you had, head shoved into his chest and shoes digging into the dirt from the effort, and Itto… had used a fraction of his body mass to counter you and now you were basically pushing against an immovable wall.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you slackened your grip on his sides and stopped pushing. You didn’t have the bravery to look up, forehead still flush to his sternum.

“Itto… you’re not moving. Like… at all.”

The tapping of his fingers against your waist was enough to startle you and tilt your head to look up at him.

He was looking down at you with wide crimson eyes and furrowed brows, mouth working silently for a second before he found his voice and he stammered over himself.

“Uh… well! Y’know, thaaat… was a super awesome strong start! You’ve got all the enthusiasm of a real tough fighter, I bet you could take down a hundred Tenryou soldiers-”

You groaned over the top of him, letting your head drop back against his chest, feeling how it vibrated as he spoke.

A surge of giggles burst from your throat at the futility of the situation; you were giving it your all and this Oni wasn’t budging an inch. He was just too strong; you were no more than a fly pushing on a bull’s flank.

He trailed off while you started laughing loudly, and you tried to start shoving yourself against him again, dirt being pushed up from the toes of your shoes behind you.

“Itto you dumb Oni, this isn’t working-!”

“No no no, I think I’m moving this time! I can feel it! It’s happening!”

You only snorted as you released your grip from his clothes to slam your hands against his abdomen, now trying this new approach.

You failed to notice in your endeavours how underneath your palms the muscles clenched and above you he barked out a noise between a laugh from the sensation and a grunt.

“Oh shut up, you’re not moving! Hah… Gods why’re you so hard to move?”

At last you gave up, admitting defeat and sagging against him, panting from completely exerting yourself while he had basically held you in place, unbudging.

A second passed and then it clicked how this position must have looked for a bystander: you, panting and exhausted, your head resting over his heart and your hands on his exposed abdomen, leaning into him, while he had his hands planted on your waist with a firm grip, leaning slightly into you as well.

… Nothing strange about this, no sir.

Taking a step back but unable to retreat further due to his hold, you have peered up at him with a scrunched brow and flushed face.

You didn’t expect to see the visible blush to his cheeks, starting to match the shade of his horns.

Rolling your eyes, you let go of him to run a hand through your hair.

“Hmph… told you sumo wrestling isn’t my thing. Can we just say you won and have this be done alre- wh-!”

You yelped when suddenly your feet were off the ground, the world blurred briefly and then… you were on your back.

It all happened so fast, but with a single movement your oni companion had swept you off your feet and semi-thrown you to the ground, sumo wrestling style… with a couple subtle changes.

He was kneeling at your side, leaning over you. His hands had moved; one was now flat on your stomach, fingers splayed out. That must have been how he pushed you. The other… was cradling your head, and had cushioned it from smacking against the dirt.

Gods why did his hand have to be literally almost the size of your entire head. Why did this man have be so large in general?

He wasn’t directly hovering over you or anything, but somehow just feeling his broad hands resting on you made you feel incredibly small.

Looking at him with a stunned expression, he merely gave a toothy grin, his little fangs flashing mischievously in the afternoon sunlight.

“Woohoo, guess that’s another win for Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto! I am pretty good at it, ain’t I?”

You opened your mouth but he kept talking.

“Ah ah ah, I know you must wanna express your complete awe of my amazing skills, but please, I don’t need to hear it! …But also, feel free to say it anyway, I’m all ears!”

He turned his head so that his slightly pointed ear was facing you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Well… you beat me. Congratulations I guess. Even if it wasn’t much of a fight for you.”

You grunted when his hands both went to your shoulders, wrapping around them and pulling to sit you up.

“Nahhh don’t sell yourself short like that! I get it, I’m a tough opponent to beat! Never mind those tengu who can, I don’t get how they’re so skinny yet so strong… pssh anyway!”

He gave you a firm and reassuring shoulder pat before shifting to sit cross-legged opposite you while you brushed the dirt from yourself after lying on the ground. For some reason you kind of missed the support of his large palm behind your head.

“You gave it your all, and that’s what matters! Believe me, it’s aaaall about the attitude. Take it from the most charismatic and beloved gang leader in town!”

You exhaled and squinted at him. Despite basically owning you in that sad excuse for a sumo match, his cheeks were still strangely flushed for how little effort he needed to use for it.

You shrugged at him with a defeated smile.

“Weeeell, I dunno about ‘beloved,’ but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about it anyway.”

Snickering at how his jaw dropped again in shock for the second time, you got to your feet and extended a hand to him. “C’mon Oni, let’s get moving. It’s gonna get late soon.”

Despite pouting at you he didn’t hesitate to encompass your smaller hand with his much larger one, even if he definitely didn’t need your meagre tugging to help him to his feet.

He was still ruffled, letting go of your hand to run it through his wild mane of white hair.

“I’ll have you know I’m very beloved! Like for real, who could resist the famous Arataki charm? Hah, I could go on for ages, I’m beloved by the gaaang, by the tooown, by- uh…”

By now you were walking side by side, and you hummed curiosity when he started to sound unsure.

“U-uh… maybe… beloved by yooou? Hahahah…!” His voice cracked a bit at the end of his laughter there.

Smirking, you nudged his broad shoulder with your own.

“Man, I gotta think about that one Itto, it’s hard to say…”

He attempted to wave it off with a lot of dismissive sounds and shaky laughs, and you shook your head and sighed.

“Relax buddy, I guess you’re beloved by me as well. You do have your moments.”

All doubt was wiped from his face and a blinding confident grin took its place.

“Waitreally? I mean yes, see, the charm is irresistible! No take backs, I’m beloved by you and you said it yourself so now no one else can say otherwise! Another win for Arataki ‘The Most Beloved’ Itto!”

“You’re gonna be Arataki ‘The Most Late’ Itto if we don’t hurry up.”

He didn’t seem perturbed, slinging an arm across your shoulders and crushing you into his side. You eyed his black nails resting near your face and the red markings on each finger while he gestured nonchalantly.

“We’ll be fiiiine, we got plenty of time! Why rush when we can enjoy this beee-autiful scenery!”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“Like y- heyyyy like uh that… that amazing and totally not average bush over there!”

“Wow. Truly awe-inspiring.”

What a pair you made.

That’s all lmao hope that was entertaining.

P.S. This is not the only time Weaver has to tell Itto to keep his pants on.

#itto x reader #i just want itto fluff #arataki itto genshin #genshin impact itto x reader #genshin impact #itto fanfiction #arataki itto x reader

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xoxoxoz · 6 months

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hiii how are you? :) i hope you’re doing welll ! ngl but im missing your updates a lot :( hope to hear from u again !

— jeemin anon :D

Omgggg hi Jeemin anon😭🫶🏼

I’m so sorry, I was stacked with studies the past week because of my exams.

Here’s a draft I kept. Just for you🩷🩷

Bang Jeemin x F!Reader

📝: Jeemin broke up with you the night before prom after a terrible argument, and your new prom date stood you up. You deemed it was the worst moment of your life, but Jeemin decided to return in order to fix what she started.

⚠️: lovers to strangers to lovers, a bit angsty, happy ending

You looked up from your cup for the nth time and looked at the opened gymnasium doors with hope, thinking Sunghoon would be come running in.

Yet it wasn’t.

Your heart grew heavier by the minute and your friends came to check on you again after spending a few minutes with their own prom dates. Moka held Chanelle’s hand while she rubbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, he’s not coming” Moka whispered.

You fiddled with the empty red cup in your hands and sighed knowing that she was right.

“He wasn’t worth it anyways. You look like an absolute 10 tonight” Chanelle commented to cheer you up but all you could give was a half smile.

“I knew he’d bail. He’s a dickhead” Yunah scowled which earned her a nudge from Jiwoo.

“Watch your language, Noh Yunah”

“But I’m serious! I’ve warned him to not hurt Y/n and he did anyways. I’m giving him a piece of my mind later”

You turned around to face them, tears already streaming down your face. “I’ll be okay…”

“I’m sorry about Jeemin, Y/n…” Jiwoo sighed.

The name alone gave you terrible flashbacks from the previous night when Jeemin decided to end the relationship after a disagreement she had with you. She had opened up that she received a scholarship to leave Seoul and pursue her Uni studies in Australia but you weren’t willing to accept a long distant relationship. Jeemin even insisted on having you move with her but leaving your hometown just like that didn’t seem so easy.

That’s when Sunghoon decided to step in as your prom date but he didn’t even pick you up, let alone arrive at the event. It felt like your world was falling apart.

“This night couldn’t get any worse, could it?” You sniffled and accepted the tissue Jiwoo prepared.

Moka looked up and her eyes suddenly widened, shaking Chanelle’s hand to gain her attention on the same thing. “No way..”

Yunah looked too and a smile slowly crept up her lips.

You finished wiping you tears, in hopes that it didn’t totally ruin your makeup. But then a heart warming voice filled your ears.

“You look so beautiful, Princess”

You spun around so fast, it almost gave you whiplash. Jeemin stood in front of you, wearing a black dress that matched your white one and her smile made your ears turn red. “Jeemin?”

Jiwoo signalled for the others to leave with her, allowing you to have some privacy with the taller girl.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a tone of anger. “Aren’t you supposed to be catching your flight to Australia or something?”

Jeemin looked down with shame. “I cancelled it.”

“What?”

Her eyes returned to you. “Look, I know you’re still mad at me and you have every right to. That night we argued, I thought you’d be happier for me that I even received that scholarship because I’ve told you about my dream so many times. Then once I got home, I realised how stupid I was for focusing so much on my own happiness that I forgot to prioritise our relationship first”

You crossed your arms and looked away but Jeemin was quick to grab your chin and face her again. “Please look at me, pretty girl. I’m so sorry for fighting. I should’ve thought about your feelings first, and I promise I won’t let this happen again in the future. Give me that chance to love you properly and keep you as mine”

Jeemin’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek and you immediately leaned into her warm touch as more of your tears began to fall.

“Don’t cry please, Y/n”

“No I should be sorry, Jee. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, why should I stop you from achieving it? I was just so worried about what would happen to us and I keep predicting the worst” you cried into her arms.

Jeemin held you close and stroked your hair like she usually did to comfort you. “If dropping this scholarship means being with you forever, then so be it. My happiness is always with you and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

“No Jeemin, I have a better idea” you said and looked up at her. “Take the scholarship and I’ll go with you”

“Y/n you don’t have to do that”

“No I mean it. It’ll be a big step for me to make the sudden decision but as long as I’m by your side, I know everything will work out in the end”

The taller suddenly captured your lips, her hands resting on your sides lovingly. You were quick to accept her kiss and it felt like forever since you last tasted them but you were happy to know that your night got better.

You got your girl back and you weren’t going to let her slip away.

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. “Be mine again, Y/n. We’ll be okay this time, I swear it”

“You’re the only person I want Bang Jeemin. My future pharmacist” You giggled as you touched noses.

“And you’re my one and only…future nurse” She replied sweetly.

“Wait but how about your flight? Won’t you miss it?”

Jeemin shook her head. “I’ll email them and ask if we can fly over next week instead. I have my ways, baby”

You allowed her to rest her chin in your head. “Alright I trust you. My night was going crappy”

“Oh I know. The moment I cancelled my flight, I drove to your house to talk but Yunah called me to say that some dude stood you up at the prom so I got dresssed and came here as soon as I could”

“Thanks for saving me—“

“Yo you’re just gonna steal my date like that?” Sunghoon appeared, grabbing your waist to pull you into his arms.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend”

“Yeah right. She wouldn’t have accepted my promposal if you were”

Jeemin clenched her fists. “You stood her up anyways, dickhead. You may have been her prom date, but she’s been my girl for 4 years, so back off”

“Tsk, let’s get away from this chick, Y/n” Sunghoon scoffed.

You surprised him with a hard punch to the jaw, making him fall on his ass. You dusted off your dress before returning into Jeemin’s arms. “There’s a lot of things wrong with you Sunghoon. Go fix it before trying to woo another girl. You messed with the wrong one”

“That’s my girl” Jeemin smirked and kissed your temple. “Let’s enjoy our night, Princess”

“Gladly”

As you and Jeemin walked away, Sunghoon was still processing the punch as he touched his bleeding lip. Yunah, Jiwoo, Chanelle, and Moka reappeared around him like a cage, staring him down like a prey.

Sunghoon looked around cautiously, fear evident in his eyes. “U-Uh…”

“While our little Y/n-ie goes to enjoy her night, we’re gonna give you a lesson for ruining it in the first place” Moka chuckled sarcastically and cracked her knuckles.

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her, Sunghoon” Yunah growled, scaring the boy even more.

“W-Wait a second”

They in fact did not wait a second.

And spent the remainder of the night beating his ass.

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Hi Bree...idk how to start this....

Um do u remember Diya? She used to leave reviews to u all time. The reason she suddenly stopped is cuz welll..... she passed away a few months ago. Cancer. This is her boyfriend writing this. I know this is really random but she loved ASC. And she made me love it too. I was kinda a mess after she died so i didn't read the last few chapters. It hurt too much to read it without her. I might read it when im better tho.

Hi, Anon,

I don’t know how to respond to this if I’m honest. I do remember Diya, very much. Her comments and asks kept me smiling for days especially when she shared your joint reactions to moments I wrote. She loved you and I always got the impression that you two were you’re own Hinny in how she discussed how you both felt about things that I wrote about.

I am deeply sorry for your loss. 💔 I cannot imagine the stress and grief and maybe a bit of relief you must be experiencing. I didn’t know Diya personally, but her comments were always the highlight of my day. I always felt like I could feel her joy and her love for my story and my characters through every word she wrote. I loved that the two of you read ASC together and I can understand why finishing it without her would be difficult. I do hope you take the time to do so when you feel like you might be up to it.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reaching out to tell me about her. I’ve wondered often what happened or why she might have stopped reading. I’m grateful to know but deeply saddened.

Thank you. ❤️❤️

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dozing-marshmallow · 8 months

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If requests are open... Chris and reader watching Heathers the original release together?

Ooo! I haven’t actually watched it until today, and it was worth the watch! I hope you have a good time reading this as I did watching the film! This took me the entire day to write since there was so many good scenes to choose from.🥲

Spoiler warning to those who haven’t seen it!

WATCHING HEATHERS: ORIGINAL RELEASE WITH CHRIS MCLEAN

“Yo Chris.” You approached him one evening,“You wanna watch a fun nostalgic movie that involves childhood trauma as a plot point, the idiocy of teenagers in love and girl power?”

“As innnn?”

“Heathers!”

He recognised the film, but his response didn’t demonstrate that,“You know I can never see that name the same way after meeting Heather.”

You knew it wouldn’t,“I don’t think anyone can, but lucky for us, this film isn’t about her.”

“Of course it isn’t, no one with a brain would centre a movie around something like her.”

“Chriiiis.” You pout, setting the disc into the DVD player. You weren’t on tv so there was no need for him to be so destructive.

“What? Can’t I tell the truth?” He asks in a sassy manner,“Producers don’t want someone controversial leading their movie, the public would tear it down before it’s even released! Then again, it is a good way to ensure people will watch, even if it’s not for the reason they were hoping for.”

The film opens with a blonde girl tying her hair back in a red scrunchie with a feminine song elegantly lacing the girls’ beauty and image. The clothes, the hair, the camera quality pull Chris in to reminisce.

“I remember those times! All the gals loved keeping their hair fluffy and in scrunchies!” A shot of the girls stepping on the flowers brings him to ponder,“Can’t remember if they loved mallets though.”

“I thought they would have the colour coded everything.”

“What do you mean?”

You explained,“As in, they were gonna wear the same thing just in their colour, and have their hairstyles identical too.”

“Ohh, yeah, I think that was in the musical.” He recalled,“Speaking of which, if I end up liking this movie, we’ll totally go watch that too.”

Hearing that potential chance to see it made your heart skip a beat, disguising it with,“It’s crazy coincidence that all three of these girls happened to be named Heather.”

“I for one hope they end up like Heather.” So in other words, he wanted them to suffer tremendously.

You’re introduced to the sore thumb protagonist, Veronica, who was being ordered by red Heather to forge hot and horny, but realistically low-key note Kurt’s handwriting and we’ll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck’s lunch tray. The note will give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks.

Chris’ eyes ran corner to corner,“How did she say that with a straight face?”

“Welll it’s clearly not their first ploy, and you’ll be surprised to know that’s how teenage girls talk.”

“I have experience, (Y/N).”

The camera pans on an unconventionally attractive girl in sweatpants and a pink hoodie getting her lunch tray. Must’ve been the Martha the girls were planning on upsetting.

“Beth? I didn’t know she was in this film.” Chris chirped.

Your mouth drops at his attempt to slander another one of his contestants,“Chris, you know that’s not Beth! Beth has longer hair and she wears glasses!”

“Scissors and contacts exist, (Y/N).” He pats your back, treating you like a simpleton,“Wouldn’t be surprised if she did them herself for the film.”

Heather pulled Veronica with her on a poll protocol, featuring a question about five million dollars given two days before an alien explosion. She began the poll by a table with a girl named Courtney sitting there.

“Oh, great.” Chris groans,“It’s already a nightmare that three girls are named Heather, now there’s someone called Courtney? Who’s next, Harold?”

“Huh? Chris, Harold is a complete anomaly with Heather and Courtney. I thought you were going to say someone like Tyler.”

“My badd.”

There was a montage of teens from different cliques having individual screen time to answer Heather number one’s question.

“This scene has to mean something, right? I am betting you a hundred bucks that these question protocols are some sort of motif and have a deeper meaning.” Chris confidentially proposes.

“Alright.” It was pointless, but whatever made him happy.

“Uh.” He pauses the movie,“You’re supposed to hedge now.”

“What?”

“Y’know, if I end up being right, you give me a hundred dollars instead.”

What is this man on,“No? If you end up being right, you get to keep your hundred bucks.”

“But whyy? Come on (Y/NN)...it’ll be fun! Live a little.” He rested his head on your shoulder. If that was meant to convince you, it backfired.

“I’m good.”

“Booo! You’re boring! Bo-ring!”

“Chris, a hundred dollars doesn’t even equate to a dollar in your eyes, why are you so bothered?”

The movie focuses on Martha again, clearly in a trance from the letter she was misled into believing was written by her presumed crush. Chris waved at the screen,“Hi Beth!” As music in the background played, with the enhancement of a woman breathing like she was having an orgasm.

You pre-flinched at the motion of Martha getting up and appearing to be walking over to the Jock table, forged letter in hand, anticipating the next few seconds to be nothing, but ripping insults and a confused girl with her heart broken, returning sulkily to her table in confusion and tears. Meanwhile, Chris was sitting up in his seat, smiling.

And your guess was correct: the second that guy, Kurt saw the letter, the dreamy music was replaced by a jagged cruelty of laughter escaping him as he passed the letter to his mate, where he also started laughing. The Heathers were gracefully infected by it too and so was Chris. Feeling humiliated, Martha stomps out of the cafeteria.

“Oh dear. Poor girl.” You verbalise your pity, leaning more towards Veronica’s reaction.

“She’ll be fine.” Chris coughs,“As far as Beth knows, he’s just trying to deny how much he loves her.”

You don’t try scolding him anymore,“Let’s hope she doesn’t turn out to be a yandere.”

“A what now?”

The guy you and Chris questioned the relevance of was revealed to be named Jason Dean. You didn’t pay attention to the problem those jocks had with him, but you couldn’t connect the reason to the utterly random choice on Jason’s part to take a gun out and fire it. Twice.

“What the hell!” You exclaimed.

“What’s the big deal? I do that all the time.” Your boyfriend shrugs lightly.

“Not funny.”

It transitions back to the scenery the Heathers were in the beginning, with their mallets, their balls, the grass and statues.

“God they won’t expel him, they’ll just suspend him for a week or something.” The one in yellow claimed.

“He used a real gun. They should throw his ass in jail.” The leader Heather levelled more logically.

“So it actually happened?” You thought aloud, seeing that Veronica was now not only on the same ground as the others; she possessed her own mallet in blue,“In the beginning, I thought this was place was meant to be a metaphor.”

“A metaphor for what, (Y/N)?”

“...Sisterhood?”

He shakes his head in disapproval.

No way, they were actually plotting on killing Heather Chandler- After the disastrous party at Remington university where Veronica blows it and potentially foreshadows the bad dust forming between her and the rest of the Heathers, Jason crawls in through her window and stayed the night with her, topless. In the morning, they mixed something together with cleaning liquid and orange juice to bring for Heather, Jason’s “family recipe” for her hangover.

After indirect peer pressure, Heather takes the cup from Jason and right after consuming it, the damage instantly kicks in. To Heather’s horror, her gagging became more and more tyrannical to the point of her clasping her hands around her neck and gluing her eyes shut. She wheezes out an incoherent statement, before she falls face first unexpectedly into her glass table, motionless pink robed body landing on a bed of broken glass shards and her flowers, magazines.

Where that scene was meant to be silent, Chris revived an equal reaction of Kurt’s in the beginning- Hilarity.

You were still processing it. You didn’t think they would kill the leader off so early. You thought it would be one of those things where the protagonist would have started off with the lower ranks, saving the leader for last. Not in this story.

“Ahahaha!” In your partner’s fit, he shakily grabs the remote,“I’ve...I’ve got to see it again!”

He rewinded it a few seconds back. Since he knew what was going to happen, his relentless laughter ran in prematurely and lasted longer.

“Chris, come on.”

“One more- one more time.” He repeated, readying to hold onto his stomach again.

You rewatch Heather fall into the glass table. How did he not get bored?

He rewinded it again.

That’s where your patience ran too,“Enough, Chris!” You asserted, trying to grab the remote from him.

He still had that large smile on his face as he holds it away from you,“Wait (Y/N), maybe she won’t fall down this time.” You both know that’s not possible, as she disproves his statement for the fourth time,“Nope!”

“Can we move on now please?” You screech.

“Augh, fine! Let’s have it your way then.” He throws the remote to the floor and latches his arms folding,“Remind me to never watch anything with you again.”

“I won’t.”

“Uh uh...” Chris chuckled, watching the note Veronica forged as Heather’s suicide note be present in the teacher’s hand to be shared around the class so they can “feel its pathetic beauty for yourself”.

“Isn’t that like...a major piece of evidence at the crime scene though? How did she get a hold of it?” You were thinking too deeply about it.

“I don’t know dude, but it seems that no one really liked Heather to take her death personally.” His enthusiasm profound,“Isn’t that similar to the situation for our Heather? Chick was so despicable, her own parents wanted her gone!”

“Do you see how everyone else is dressed in black and she came in navy?” You pointed out Veronica’s standing out funeral attire.

“I’d have done the same.” Chris retorted,“You won’t get a dime of respect from me.”

You scoffed at the prayers Heather’s guests made over her death bed, most of them not even being about her,“The amount of disrespect at her own funeral.”

“Could never be me. The world would die with me.” Of course Chris needed a time of the movie to stroke his ego.

Two days after an atrocious “double date”, Kurt and Ram were coming to school early for some promised fun with Veronica; in reality, they were going to mask a double suicide. They? Why, yes! Jason was waiting behind a tree, with his gun loaded and the two notes Veronica forged the night before, confessing their dying sorrow of the love they felt for each other, that could never be revealed to an uncaring and ununderstanding world.

“Hi Veronica.” Speaking of the devils, they had smugly arrived to the told meeting spot, behind the school.

Chris rubs his hands together deviously, the performing girl requesting them to strip,“Ooo here we go!”

“You do know she’s not actually going to-“

“I know (Y/N), I wasn’t talking about that. I was referring to the part where their bodies fall to the ground helplessly in blood. What kinda sicko do you take me for to think I’d want to see high schoolers have a sword fight with their dicks?” God, he was actually offended.

“Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“I was kind of hoping you could rip my clothes off me sport.” Veronica flirtatiously played.

“Girl’s got serious game!”

“She’d have to, to be able to fool those guys.”

Baam! After Jason’s chasing steps terrified Kurt to return back to where he once successfully fled from, Veronica finally pulled the trigger to send his nearly naked body falling to the ground. Despite Chris getting what he wanted, he was unamused,“So he had enough sense to run the first time, but was paralysed the second time? Seriously? She didn’t even have the gun ready!”

“One more dead body to add to your collection.” Gruesome words, but it cheered him up.

Unnecessary to inform, but they were real killer bullets used on Kurt and Ram that day. When Veronica wrapped her head around it, Chris made it known that he took much pleasure in her screaming at her boyfriend in his car that she never wanted to kill them, while he was trying to unveil the intention that she did. The start of their crumbling relationship.

You shake your head in disbelief when the movie cut to their funeral and how their corpses wore football helmets.

Who names their child Kurt or Ram...?

“It was chaos, fucking chaos!” Veronica ranted, distressed from the next day event that happened in school. It was bad enough that teacher Pauline was attempting to use the second tragedy that week to liven things up as a positive thing, it was broadcasted.

“What are you talking about, huh? I mean today was great! Chaos is great. Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.”

“I like him. He gets it!” Chris too acknowledged the similarity he held with the male protagonist.

He started laughing from shock when he blew up his radio with his gun. That was the breaking point for Veronica to furiously get up and declare the end of their relationship.

...You know when you’re uneasy seeing something, but your mind forces you to keep watching to see the end of it? That’s what was happening to Chris when Jason grabbed Veronica back down and tried to convince her to stay by forcefully kissing her.

“Oh jeez...I am highly uncomfortable.” Chris lets out, turning his head away from the screen.

At least Jason could manipulate Heather Duke into taking the place of leader to carry out some petition (which Chris bragged that he knew the poll in the beginning would be significant to the plot) that would need all students to sign. After failing to persuade Veronica though, Heather leaves, not before taking pride in how ruthless she’s become.

“You know, I really love the colour symbolism here. That one started off as jealous of the first Heather’s power, so she wore green, cuz green is like a symbol for envy, and now that she’s embodied Heather Chandler’s position, her change of colour to red symbolises how her character developed for the worst.”

“Good observation.” The closest Chris will get to complimenting you.

Out of nowhere, Jason descends from the stairs, in his signature waistcoat.

“He’s back.”

“Or rather, she’s back.” Chris appropriately clarified as Jason took Veronica into his arms, fooling you into believing they were rejoining as a couple.

“So... Are they back together?” The second Chris asked that, Veronica hastily rejected his embrace and stood her ground otherwise,“Haha, guess not.”

Chris huffed in annoyance when Jason kneeled by Veronica’s bed, with Moby Dick in his hand.

“I’m super confused, do you like this guy or not?” You called out on him, not noticing you were taking some of his annoyance as yours.

“I do! But it’s nagging me that he’s everywhere!”

After snatching the largest kitchen knife you’ve ever seen, Jason sprinted to Heather Duke’s room where said girl was asleep in her bed and locked the door shut to prevent any witnesses (i.e. Veronica) from interrupting his ploy.

“That’s why you don’t leave your bedroom door open at night!” Chris raised his voice at the tv like the characters could hear him.

By this point, the priest is fed up with leading these constant funerals for popular teens. No one was taking it seriously anymore either- Hell, the guests were wearing lab coats and 3D glasses.

“Out of all the death beds, I think I’d rather die in her one.” Chris trivialised her funeral with his liking to her unusual coffin of a replica of green gunk in a bathtub.

Veronica stands at the back of the ceremony, a Heather dressed in all black joins her. It wasn’t until she sneered about the smaller number of people at this Heather’s funeral that you’re alerted it’s the former leader Heather.

“Plot twist!” Chris declares, downing his entire glass of wine.

“No way...” You’re stunned,“Do you think she actually survived or Veronica’s hallucinating?”

“No idea.”

Turns out it was all dream.

“Oh good because she can’t be going to sleep in tights.” All that Chris was concerned about, Veronica writing her last entry.

“She’s dead!?” Chris regurgitated on his popcorn at the sight of Veronica’s body hanging from the ceiling,“Duuuude! I thought she’d have main character armour!”

You yell when Jason theatrically talks like his ex girlfriend could see,“Look at how he’s reacting to it! He’s acting like she’s not dead! Deraaaanged!”

“That’s probably the most relatable scene yet.”

You flip your head to him,“Sorry?”

“Ohhh listen listen, he’s going to take right after his old man!” Someone regained their composure,”Blowing up the school. Respect. Only so little of us could pull that off.”

“No, what did you say just then?” You probed him, refusing to let him off the hook so easily.

“Huh? That Veronica’s dead?”

“After that.”

“...He’s going to blow up the school?” You can’t tell if Chris genuinely forgot or was playing dumb, but never mind, you lost motivation to interrogate further. Attention is his life source.

Jason reads and reveals,“We students of Westerberg High will die today, our burning bodies will be the ultimate protest to a society that degrades us.”

“So the entire time, they were signing up to die?”

“Sound familiar?”

“You’re kidding. So he went through the difficulty of planting the bombs in the boiler room, just to blow himself up outside the school?”

He’ll finally be with mommy. Chris’ whining disappointment didn’t stop an ashy, bleeding, wild haired Veronica(who by the miracle of God didn’t actually die that scene) to go back inside, like she didn’t witness her crazy ex kill himself moments ago. She stumbles upon Martha, in a wheelchair and as the rest of the school leaves, the both of them decide to stay together, inside, smiling, marking an implication that they may bloom into something tender.

What a bittersweet hour and forty three minutes.

“Oh! That’s it. Well... That was dark.” Chris firstly begins his thoughts by underlining the conspicuous theme of the movie,“No joke, it was really messed up. But you know my vibe.” He sniffled, flicking a teardrop from his eye,“I loved it! See, this is a perfect example as to why the eighties were the best! You don’t get a lot of dark colourful movies like these nowadays, everybody’s so boring and sensitive and unoriginal.”

You added onto that, from another aspect,“I think we were desensitised to a lot of things that happened though. Still can’t get over how Veronica’s mom thought she’d off herself because she couldn’t get some job at the mall.”

He sighs,“What can I say? We were bound to see it one way or another. A fine film that shows a stupid world that’s still accurate today.” That pessimism didn’t go well with Chris gaining satisfaction from stretching his stiff arms out,“Overall, it was sick! Ten outta ten, would watch again. It just feels a tad bit weird watching it all happen as a grown man. I would literally close my eyes at some points, and every time, I would be confused if it was still the movie playing, or if you switched it to Total Drama.”

On the topic of his show...“When you think about it, Jason is the alternative Trent and Veronica is the alternative Gwen.”

Lightbulb moment. Uh oh.

(Sorry if it feels incomplete, there was a lot of things I had to take out to avoid it being too lengthy 😞 If anyone’s interested, though, I’ll publish some of the things that didn’t make the final post, but would have been great to have :))

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