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captainfern · 2 months

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Hi fernie ☺️

I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them… these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions 😭 You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.

Thank you ❤️

ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now.

fem!reader, 18+ [unprotected piv, etc] — lazy writing/editing + formatting sorry

a/n: i’m so sorry for how late this is !! i’m literally terrible at completing my asks 😭 i hope this is good enough <3

He had come crawling back to you last night.

Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dog— hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.

And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.

Of course you folded.

You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.

The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.

And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morning— a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.

But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.

Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.

There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself there’d be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.

He had thanked you profusely.

And then broke down.

Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.

He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.

Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.

When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.

Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I haven’t been with anyone else. Of course I want you back—

The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.

That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into him— that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and you’d be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasn’t fear. You’d happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.

The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.

John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.

Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.

It made your stomach flip.

Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.

“In the drawer— fuck— the bedside table—!” You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.

He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.

When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of “Yes, John!” echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.

Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. “I’ve missed my pretty wife.”

The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.

You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.

“John…” You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against John’s cock making him groan. You begged, “Please, I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. “You’ll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, you’ll have me.”

John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.

His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.

The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.

The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to come— sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.

“John…” You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,” he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes—!” And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around John’s cock like a vice.

Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.

For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you weren’t in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldn’t care less. Wrapped up in your ex— your husband’s arms, was all that mattered.

“I love you,” John said to you. “Always have. Always will.”

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #john price call of duty #captain john price smut #captain price smut #john price smut #cod price #cod smut

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elioslover · 2 months

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Baby Fever- Harry blurb in honour of him becoming an uncle!

More Dadrry / Other Writing

Harry just got back from spending the day meeting his new, teeny tiny niece, and he'd hardly been able to look away- absolutely besotted by her wide and curious eyes, soft hair, and total newness to the world. His heart feels so full it could burst and all he wants is to sprinkle this overwhelming love with those most important to him.

Even on the drive home and for a good hour after arriving home, Harry can't shake the stirring of paternal possibility- especially in the presence of his wife, so lovingly and endearingly sharing supper with him. He's so infatuated with the wholesomeness swelling within, fascinated with these sudden fantasies of bringing home his own baby- a teeny, breathing product of a love so strong- being blessed by the gift of his wife, whom herself, was enough of a gift as it was.

She notices Harry's struggle to focus long before he- chalking it up to the overwhelming excitement of the day, certain that her husband was just as giddy at the arrival of his niece as she always predicted he would be. It was hard enough walking past a cute toddler without his desire to stop and coo taking over.

When asked about it, Harry sighs out contently and simply reassures, "'M just thinkin'..."

Oh, but this type of thinking isn't so easy to shake and follows Harry all the way to bed, burying itself beneath the covers beside him, tugging at his heartstrings with sweet scenarios where he cradles a sleepy infant to his chest, soothed by the softest of snores, watching his wife giggle along to incoherent baby babbles, celebrating milestones, watching them grow, and growing alongside.

Even as the next three days drone on, Harry feels like the universe had 100% overheard his secret daydreams- taunting him with anything and everything resembling children- every where he goes, every thing he does is sidelined by the aching feeling of starting a family.

After what must have been the fourth stroller rolls past, Harry cuts his run short. Realisation that this stirring within will not be going anywhere, solidifying into the desire to say it out loud, to announce and welcome this want- need- to start the next chapter of his life.

He practically bounds through the front door, sneakers squeaking along the hardwood as he urgently calls out in search of his wife., though by the time she sings back a greeting and says "In the nook" Harry has already found her- the same place she usually hides- a book balanced between her fingers, wedding ring flickering from the rays of sunset, luring him closer until he's standing right before her.

Harry drops to his knees before she has the chance to give him a proper greeting, his palms splaying out atop her thighs, and though his eyes are aflame with desperation, a hopeful smile continues to creep up and spread along his lips until his cute dimples are on full display.

Discarding her book to the side, his wife's hands find a home in his curls, gently kneading stray tufts of his silky curls, and Harry's head dips on instinct, forehead resting against her exposed leg, pressing his cheek into her fleshy skin- this only evokes a soft chuckle that slips past her lip as she smiles at him with enamoured curiosity, "What's gotten into you, huh?"

He mumbles against her skin, breath tickling and pricking goosebumps along her thighs, his hand reaching on and wrapping loosely around her calf- thumb stroking circles into her skin.

"Speak up, sweet boy," she coaxes and even after he projects, his words are still muttered into incoherence, her legs bouncing along with her chuckling chest, waiting for him to find the words.

Harry wallows in her patience for as long as it takes to just build up the confidence to match his certainty, unable to soothe all of his nerves, even by the time the rest of him has conjured up enough bravery, his statement is so soft, so vulnerable,

"Wanna have a baby." He still can't muster the courage to look her in the eye.

"Is that so?" The giddiness coursing through her is present in her tone, hiccupping her sentence, hands continuing to play with his curls, "You wanna be a daddy?"

His face feels flush with bashful excitement at the mere sound of 'you' and 'dad' in the same sentence. Harry enthusiastically nods once more against the expanse of her thigh before his face finally tilts back up to meet her fond gaze, she's beaming down at him with newfound hopefulness.

"I wanna be a dad," he finally admits aloud, and it feels so fucking good to say it, "really really wanna have a baby with you."

The sweetest smile creeps well past his wife's lips and crinkles the corner of her eyes as they twinkle back at his own with wonderment. Her nails massage along the nape of his neck before her palm gently cradles his blushy cheek and she hums contently, "Well, that's the best idea you've ever had."

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missmeinyourbones · 7 months

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hi, congrats on ur milestone! can i request gojo with #2 from the midnights prompts list from lavender haze? thank u!

ALL THIS SHIT IT NEW TO ME (s. gojo)

a/n: reader is on their period, satoru calls reader sweet girl and m'lady once, suggestive towards the end with mentions of pregnancy and period sex

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Your phone vibrates against the wood of the bedside table.

"Hello?"

Sounding slightly out of breath, Satoru immediately responds on the other side of the call.

"Hi."

Silence takes over the line as he refuses to elaborate any further on his reason for calling. Between whatever the hell he's playing at right now and the dull sensation of what feels like clawing inside of your abdomen, your patience wears thin.

Your second greeting comes less friendly, "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he instantly asks.

Is he on drugs?

Satoru can practically see your teeth gritting on the other end of the line as you sigh and take a moment to collect your thoughts. With an exhausted and irritated tone, you scoff.

"Are you okay?"

"Your text," he softly points out.

You sigh. Satoru had left early this morning for work, as he usually does. It wasn't until you woke up late with a massive migraine and familiar ache in your stomach that you realized you started your period. It being a bit early this month, you were out of tampons and naively texted your boyfriend to pick you up some his way home.

You should've known it seemed a bit too easy when he merely replied with a thumbs-up.

Fingers pressing the bridge of your nose, you do your best to stay somewhat pleasant.

"…What about it?"

"I'm at the store now," Satoru states the obvious. You can hear the diluted commotion of other shoppers around him, the sound of items being scanned and shopping carts being steered.

He may mean well, but you're failing to see the purpose of his call, "And you're calling me because…?"

"This is such a scary aisle," he says beneath his breath, but you hear him all the same.

You can practically see his pout of cluelessness as he stands before the aisle, hand on hip and sighs, "There's so many… things going on."

"I sent you a picture of the box, Satoru," your eyes instinctually roll back like muscle memory. A cramp hits you a bit harder than the rest and you wince, desperate for his help, "Please, I'll Venmo you."

You hear a muffled scoff from the other line, "No, that's not what I mean. Never say that again."

"Then what do you mean?"

Walking the line between being in over his head and weirdly intrigued, Satoru hums to himself.

"There's like… a million options."

Your hand flexes in on itself in irritation, nails leaving crescents on your palm when you bite, "It's really not that hard when I sent you a visual aid."

"All this shit is new to me," his voice gets muffled a bit and you can tell he's wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear.

You hear the sound of plastic being fondled when he innocently asks, "There's sizes? What size are you?"

"It's not a size thing, Satoru—"

He interrupts you, "It says there's different settings—”

"Settings?" You're going to kill him.

"Yeah," he responds too casually for the situation. "Regular, super, super plus. What the fuck is ultra?"

It's borderline comical, the way you look up to the ceiling in disbelief. If there's a god in heaven, he'll make it so Satoru hangs up the damn phone and gets his ass back in the car within the next minute.

"Like I said in the text," your tone is cold and irritated, "the regular ones are fine."

It's silent for a beat when Satoru whispers, "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean am I sure?" you try not to spit venom. "I've only been doing this for over ten years."

"I mean, I'm pretty big though, and—”

"This is so different, oh my god," you groan, head in hands. "Get the regular ones."

More rustling of plastic and shuffling ensues. "Okay, okay, getting the regular ones. Damn, they make you pay for these?"

"Yes, Satoru," you hiss through a clenched jaw. "Anything else or can I hang up on you now?"

You hear him moving, and you can only pray that it's towards the checkout area, when he breathes, "Actually, yeah.”

You should've known not to ask, as Satoru readjusts his grip on his phone and smoothly taunts, "Are you more likely to get pregnant on your period? Asking for a very interested friend."

The sound of the call ending is his cue to swipe his card.

…

Not long after and in the middle of his lunch break, Satoru arrives home.

He's all smiles when he knocks on the half-open bedroom door, and he sympathetically smirks when he's met with your icy glare and bedhead.

He presents the plastic bag of goodies with a dramatic bow, “M'lady."

"Thank you," grumbles from your lips as you practically snatch it from his hand.

Satoru sits on the edge of the bed next to your limp body, "Anything for you, sweet girl."

His hand finds your tender side as he rubs gentle and warm circles on your skin, a weak attempt to ease any pain of yours he can. He leans back on his palm as he watches you rustle through the bag.

"Got you some other stuff, too," he says, hand finding your hair and gently scratching your head.

It's sweet of him, really. Your usual box of tampons sits on top of the items, followed by a few of your favorite candies and one of those makeshift heating pads shaped like a stuffed animal. You already have about five of them, but it's the thought that counts.

Feeling yourself ease up at his good intentions, you go to thank him—but another package at the bottom of the bag has you glaring at him.

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Condoms?" you hold out an unopened box of his favorite brand and toss them his way.

"Oh, yeah," he moves the hand in your hair down to your neck, stroking its side softly.

His breath is warm on your skin when he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the spot he knows you like beneath your ear. Though you huff at the insinuation, he doesn't miss how you shiver a bit beneath his lips.

"During my lengthy and extensive research, I read that sex can help cramps," he declares proudly, nudging your throat with the tip of his nose.

“Who were you keeping that detail from, hmm?"

#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT!#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo fic #gojo fic

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emelinstriker · 2 months

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☆ A Few ESAU Headcanons ☆

Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

We literally hit the 1k follower milestone only like 5 days ago, how tf did y'all bring it way beyond and made it 1022 followers this quickly- I couldn't even make a special in time- I love y'all but how dare you- So I'mma just lovingly slap you guys with these headcanons- hfgnhfgnhfg

Also, these are supposed to be dating/romantic headcanons, but half of them count more towards general relationships with your champions within the AU.

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Wukong

>Doesn't talk much, but loves to show his affection towards you with his actions.

>Has a habit of wrapping his cape + tail around you when hugging/cuddling you.

>Much like his LMK counterpart, he is still lazy in his own way. So he rather lazily snuggles against you when cuddling. He's like a blanket with some extra weight to keep you trapped in his arms.

>His kisses are very gentle for his rather emotionless attitude. Mainly because he doesn't want to overwhelm you or accidentally hurt you with his strength.

>Very protective of you. Of course he was already protective before, but if you're in a relationship with him, then he takes his jobs of protecting you a lot more seriously. That's not just his Master in danger anymore, but also his significant other.

>Casually picks you up with his tail and holds you close when he craves kisses or cuddles. Won't do it in public though. In public he just holds your hand.

☆ Macaque

>Talks a lot and practically won't shut up about how much he loves you.

>Most openly clingy out of them all. You better get used to him literally hanging onto you at times.

>Hope you don't mind him accidentally getting blood on you when hugging you. Don't worry, it's not his.

>Might show slight yandere-ish behavior when you're in a relationship, but it's really not that noticeable when comparing it to his regular behavior. Just take his usual somewhat unhinged vibe and crank it up a bit.

>Dramatic over-the-top flirt. Unironically has done the draw-me-like-one-of-your-french-girls pose while shirtless on the bed before, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

>Lots of PDA. He not only won't verbally shut up, but also physically won't let you escape his love. He tends to initiate a lot of passionate kisses even in public. But if you don't feel comfortable about making out in public, he's also fine with just little pecks on the lips.

☆ Nezha

>He was just supposed to act like your guard. How dare you make him feel this way. Not that he's actually complaining, of course.

>If you have kids/have to babysit kids, he's your best helper. He doesn't have a problem dealing with them all day and will make sure they don't accidentally get hurt while playing.

>Has a tendency of kissing the back of your hand when on-duty. Doesn't mean he isn't sneaking in cheek kisses here and there before you can even react.

>Out of all of them, he's the one with the highest probability of suggesting going to Megapolis or another city for dates. Though, you can expect him to wear sunglasses with his disguise. For obvious reasons.

>Tends to act more like your bodyguard than your boyfriend, so you have to basically teach him to loosen up a bit when on a date, and remind him he's not on some mission.

>Generally needs more time to just relax, so a recommendation would be to have a lot of dates, or even little vacations with him away from the palace. It also just adds to the time spent together. (Whether or not you'll actually be fully alone with him away from the others is another thing. Especially when they can transform/disguise themselves to act as bonus bodyguards without your knowledge.)

☆ MK

>He's an absolute sweetheart. Until he isn't.

>Let me rephrase that: He's an absolute sweetheart towards you and his fellow champions, but will not hesitate to rip off someone's arm if they try to flirt with you. Even if it's playfully/jokingly flirting, clarify that to him before he targets the person that was just joking around.

>He usually asks for kisses first by either silently wrapping his tail around you and leaning against you, or just flatout asking you directly. There is no in between.

>Surprisingly remembers when you plan a date. Also remembers your anniversary. What he usually doesn't remember is to bring whatever little gift he packed up for you, so you sometimes have to pick up your gift in his room.

>Pretty sure that's part of the plan and he just wants to have you alone so no one could disturb you two, but it's hard to tell whether or not he's doing it intentionally or is just really forgetful about specifically that.

>Sometimes offers you his bandana to wear, and you get to see his hair in a slightly different style.

☆ Red Son

>If you're ever hungry and have little to no experience in cooking or baking, he gotchu. He can also teach you how to cook/bake if you want to learn. Or if you already know how to work the kitchen, he wouldn't mind letting you prepare meals with him as bonding time.

>He is too embarrassed to wear his favorite apron in front of others. His favorite apron has "Kiss The Best Cook" written in bold on it with little burning hearts all over it. The "Best" part was added by you. But he enjoys wearing it when it's just you around him.

>If you're one of the unfortunate souls to have been born with monthly shark week, he offers himself as your heating pad when cuddling.

>Doesn't usually initiate kisses, feeling like he's bothering or distracting you in the moment. But that gives you all the more reason to shower him in them.

>Would rather spend his dates alone with you around the palace, including cooking you something for said date. However, he also doesn't mind going out to some restaurant and would most certainly pay for it all.

>But don't even dare try pay for your own meal. Or literally anything you ever wanna try pay for with your own money. He will stop you. And he will pay for it himself.

☆ Ao Lie

>Your personal air taxi in form of a dragon.

>He gives you more cheek kisses and generally short kisses, but a lot of them.

>Can be found lazing around outside in the field a lot. Be it in human or dragon form.

>Because of this, his suggestion for a date would also be outside, like a picnic.

>Tends to offer you his over-sized clothes. Yes, most of the things in his wardrobe are really big and comfy.

>Almost as physically clingy as Macaque, but will mostly just rub himself on you before letting go. So at least you don't have to worry about trying to pry him off you like a certain monkey. Cough.

☆ Azure

>Your personal bed... No seriously, he's so tall he just straight up becomes your bed when cuddling.

>Most awkward flirting out of them all. Like, second-hand-embarrassment levels of awkward. But he's trying.

>Sometimes accidentally licks you like an actual cat instead of kissing you, which ends up in him feeling embarrassed over it and quickly apologizing. He does let out a quiet purr when licking you though.

>Likes to carry you around, if you will let him. Usually either in his arms or on his shoulders. You can just hold onto his fluffy mane when you're on his shoulders.

>He's very attentive and will try make your day just a little better with small gestures. Such as silently pulling you close if you need comfort, but don't need as much as when every other champion can feel it.

>His standpoint on outdoor vs indoor dates are 50/50. Really depends on the time, day, weather, etc. Just make sure he actually fits wherever you wanna plan a date. His tall stature makes sitting in normal-sized seats at restaurants uncomfortable for him.

☆ Mink

>Ironically the most normal-feeling relationship.

>Like, despite being physically the least amount of normal, he feels the most like a genuine relationship with no prior biases towards you, despite you being labeled as his Master. Mainly because he absolutely avoids treating you like one and refuses to put you on a pedestal in any way that isn't necessary.

>He's very skilled at flirting. Even if some of the pick-up lines reek of cheese, he saved up quite a lot with the help of the scroll- Some being more unique than others.

>Kissing him is a bit complicated due to him literally being, well, goopy ink. Or rather mostly goopy ink mixed with the other black goop.

>He likes to wrap his ink around you and keep you at least somewhat covered in it though. It's like his personal way of showing off his claim/mark on you.

>Dates are most certainly happening in the Scroll of Memory. He knows about some great locations to spend time in there.

[ Masterlist ]

#eternal servants au #esau x reader #doodle #headcanons #lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #nezha x reader #lmk mk x reader #red son x reader #ao lie x reader #azure lion x reader #lmk mink x reader #ink mk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid

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deeper-x-deeper · 3 months

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I've recently had a surge of new followers, and hit a new personal milestone, so I have something to confess.

I think it's about time you all know exactly how deep my research into hypnosis goes.

and what that means for all of you, my dearly dedicated followers.

especially those of you who find yourself fantasizing about what it would feel like to go deeper than you've ever felt with the gentle guidance of my words.

because, you see, I've been watching all of you for a while. taking notes, from your notes.

even if we aren't mutuals, that doesn't mean I don't see you.

that I don't pick up on the patterns between things you like and things you reblog.

I read all of your tags.

every. single. one.

commentary within them gives me a peek into what kinds of things catch your attention, and why.

even seeing the tags you use to organize them within your own blog is helpful, showing me the things you associate with my words.

and to my dear, beloved mutuals?

well. I see everything.

interesting how, the deeper down I go in your posts, I can see the ways I've affected you.

the ideas I've subtly planted in your minds to sprout into larger fantasies, simply by describing my own.

I see the way they inspire your own posts, and maybe expand the range of the things you reblog from others.

it gives me a little peek behind the curtain of your collective minds, telling me not just what you're into, but also why you're into it.

the why is the most useful part, you see.

if I know that the reason you crave to drop deep to my words is because you love the way they slip and sink into your mind

if I know the reason you enjoy dropping into obedience is because you know it will make you feel a purpose beyond yourself, even if that purpose is to be an entertaining toy for someone else

or maybe you'd rather be something more useful than just a toy.

perhaps, you'd like to be my test subject.

I think you'd enjoy the way I bring you up just to drop you deep

over and over

going so much deeper every time

simply because I'm interested in testing the limits of exactly how deep you can go into trance.

perhaps one day I do things slowly, dropping you little by little throughout your day, until eventually each trance builds on itself enough to make you instantly plunge into the abyss

instantly mindless with a single word.

on a different day, maybe I'd see what happens if I spent hours fractionating you into oblivion, only letting you have a handful of moments of consciousness until you've been dragged up and down so many times that your mind itself becomes the pendulum that swings

back and forth

between waking and trance

until the gentle rhythmic sway of it causes you to keep going deeper

and deeper

no longer needing any input from myself to continue the process of fractionation.

then, slowly, you piece yourself back together, back to consciousness

ready for the next round of my experiments

because testing your limits of how deep you can go was only the first stage of my research.

the truly fun part has yet to begin.

#i talk sometimes #hypnosis #text induction #covert hypnosis #I think? I tried. feedback is appreciated

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anintrovertedechoe · 1 year

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Gentle.

Satan x Reader

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Obey Me! Shall we Date

If you could use one word to describe Satan, it would be gentle. Lesser demons (and maybe even his own brothers) would call you insane for saying so, but the truth was there for anyone to see, if they would just look. Wrath, as destructive as it may seem at first glance, was passion, and the green-eyed ‘monster’ you deemed your closest friend was full of it. And within the throes of his devotion, there was gentleness. Gentleness in the way he handed you his precious tomes, trusting you with its safekeeping. Gentleness in how he talked about his favorite furry friends. Gentleness in the way he looked at you, eyes filled with all things kind and good in the world.

How ironic, for you to see nothing but benevolence in the being borne from grief, and pain, and violence. But people seem to forget he was born out of love, too. (After all, are grief and love not the same side of a coin?) Love for the sister he never got to meet, love for his brothers whom he pretends to hate, love for the people held so dear you would start a war to protect them. That love was what drew you to him. A demon so full of passion and sorrow that you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

You didn’t always think so affectionately of Wrath, you will admit. The day you first truly met him, you were terrified of him. You genuinely thought you would (and most likely, you would have if not for Lucifer’s interference) die. A refused pact would have led to your demise. (And oh, dearest fourth-born, would you really give up your life to spite the eldest? Or was it because you didn’t think your life was your own?)

It wasn’t until the body-swapping incident with Satan and his most despised brother that the two of you began to grow close. (For how could he not follow the one who made him realize with a gentle strength that he is no one’s but his own; not but a broken off piece of a soul’s rage, but a being strong and deserving of being the fourth brother?) It turned out that Wrath itself had a weakness, and he was in no way loathe to admit it. It only took a stray alley cat for your bond to begin to grow. Cat treats and makeshift toys began to take place in your pockets, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Wrath’s gentle smile.

Your thirst for knowledge in the strange new world you were dropped in was also a growing factor in your relationship. The day he lent you a book from his own personal library was a day you would never forget. A milestone of trust, and the day a funny feeling took hold in your chest.

Hangouts went from every few weeks, to every few days, to the point where you could not find one without the other nearby. The two of you were attached at the hip (much to the other brothers’ dismay), and maybe that’s when you started to recognize the buzzing affection within you.

Love had taken root in your heart, and grew, grew, grew until there was no space left to fill. Your days felt brighter and the color green colored your vision when you closed your eyes. (you had never felt so full of warmth before him. You never wanted this feeling to stop.) Every thought you had now consisted of the boy you fell for, kind, sweet, gentle. (You shamefully wondered what it would be like to be within the throes of passion with your blonde (imaginary) lover. You could never look at him in the eyes the days after, and a certain lust filled strawberry blond would taunt you with a smirk and knowing eyes much to your dismay.) There was no room for the burning anger you used to hold for the hellish situation you had been thrown into by a certain prince. Only love. Kind, gentle, love.

If only there wasn’t enough space left for the fear and doubt that overshadowed your courage.

There was no questioning that you were bathing in your love for the fourth Avatar of Sin; Wrath had stolen your heart and you had blissfully let him. What you doubted was if those feelings were reciprocated or not. And if they were, just how much love did the blond hold for you the way you held for him? (Oceans worth, love. He would challenge God himself if he had to in order to keep loving you.) You cherished the friendship the two of you had built from the ground up, and the possibility of ruining it with unrequited feelings froze you with fear. You were only human, at the end of the day. And Satan was the fourth born brother, Avatar of Sin. He was Wrath, and love, and passion; ethereal, beautiful, gentle. (your bond deeper than the depths of Tartarus, you misjudge him, darling. Could you not see how he adored you so?)

So, you decide to wait. You tell yourself you’re imagining the flush of his face when he shows you his romantic poetry that somehow suspiciously resembles you. You remind yourself his gentle smile is for all of those he cares about, not just you. You wait for him to come to you, for fear of having your tender heart torn to shreds. You wait until you are sure. (Will you ever be?)

And Satan?

It infuriates him when your ignorance thwarts his romantic plans. The rage within him comes to life when the ‘I love you’’s are interpreted as platonic and his attempts at courting you seen as anything but romantic. He’s not mad at you; no, never you. Moreso at the people who convinced you that you are not the most loveable being in all of the three realms. His wrath destroys him from the inside at the fact that you don’t see yourself the way he does. Your smile makes him week, your laughter brings him to his knees. How could Satan possibly not love you? There is no reality that exists where he would not fall for you.

But Satan has learned patience; he has honed the skill over his thousands of years of life. He knows to wait until you learn to see yourself the way he sees you. He has learned to be soft, and kind to those he loves. And Satan? Satan loves you. For you, he will wait. For you, he will be gentle.

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sanjisluvbot · 10 months

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats X Black Fem Reader 15

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Warning: Sanji is a little ooc

There were too many obstacles for you to overcome, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The two captains were face to face waiting to see who would make the first move. Cocky smirks and the pressure in the room intensified by now even momonosuke was scared to make a move.

You struggled to make a decision. Would it be better if they argued right now? No, you couldn’t mess up their alliance. Both the captains and their crews were informed how important of a milestone Wano would be, the fact that solely you could be the reason this turned sour irritated you. You put your nerves aside and broke free of Zoro’s hold splitting the two captains up by their shoulder.

“ We have bigger fish to fry, let’s stop with the nonsense please.”

They looked to you, then to each other, a silent agreement that this would be dealt with later on. Things were calm as the two crews discussed plans, plans that Luffy would fumble once again but as upset Law was he knew everything would be alright.

He was secretly so thankful you ended up in this world. He’s been think that for a while now, you gave him so much insight so quickly, it would’ve taken him so much more time to find certain things out. So many other plans and worries would’ve invaded his thoughts if you weren’t around. He was upset knowing Luffy would of course be the one to alert Kaido of their presence but they would come out victorious either way.

You decided that today would be a good day to spend time with the Strawhats, you knew they were hit on your tail when it came to Law. You were going to spend time with Sanji today, you did want to try his Ramen after all.

You helped Sanji set up and garner the attention of the women walking down the street. And when you both were taking a break he’d given you a hefty bowl and sat down watching you with a small smile.

“ Don’t watch me eat.”

“ But I think you’re beautiful when you eat.”

“ You think every women within a five mile radius is beautiful Sanji.”

“ That’s true but I think you look especially beautiful right now.”

Your eyebrow quirked up when he moved closer to you. He was leaning his elbow on his knee and just staring at you. “ Do you really need to watch me?” He nodded and took a cigarette out and handed you his gold lighter.

“ Why are you so flirty today?”

He shrugged his shoulders and patiently waited until you lit it for him. “ Y/N can we talk about something important?” You looked away to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. You knew what it was about, But Sanji was never really one to push you on this subject.

“ Yea sure.” You might as well indulge him today.

“ Do you think the crew is… well… evil?”

You almost choked on your noodles, what a surprise question. “ I don’t know how to reply to such a question San-”

“ That itself is an answer Y/N.”

“ How so?”

“ You’re afraid to say yes or anything similar… it’s because you think I’m going to tell Luffy or Robin.”

You looked away again, you couldn’t tell where he was trying to take this conversation or what he really wanted you to say.

“ Can I speak with you honestly?”

“ I guess.”

“ I know that you hate us… for the most part. I also know that you’ve been planning something with Law, well we all figured that out.”

“ I have no idea what you’re-”

“ We aren’t dumb Y/N.”

“ So… what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know what it is me and Law are doing together besides dating.”

He chuckled at that, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it to the ground. “ Y/N when Luffy went to your world, to bring you back here, he saw everything in your room.” You put your bowl down, and your hands found their way to each other, and you began to fidget. Sanji quickly noticed and held a hand over them to stop, leaning even closer.

“ These little books you had on a shelf, One piece, he took them all, gave them to Robin. We know everything about Wano and how it plays out.”

“ Isn’t that.. you know… a good thing?”

He nodded and continued, “ You know the misconception in your world that Luffy isn’t as smart as the rest of his crew? How do you think he was able to get to your world? Better yet Y/N do you think he was the only one who entered your world?”

You gasped, that familiar fear sinking feeling entered your stomach. You’d never gave this too much thought, you were in survival mode. Of course you personally never thought Luffy was dumb, I mean of course he was silly but so was the rest of the crew at times but it was very clear even on paper Luffy was smart.

He pulled his hand away from yours, giving you some time to settle with the fact that the entire crew most likely was in your home, in your world, and knew a lot more about you then they let on.

“ I’m not trying to scare you. I understand that you want to go home and you’d do anything to get there. I know we have been unfair to you but, we care about you so much.”

“ You don’t drug people you care about.” You hissed.

“ That’s true. But what we did to keep you here doesn’t matter what matters is what I’m about to tell you about Law.”

“ What could you possibly tell me about Law.” You laughed.

“ Law hasn’t been completely honest with you either. You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth. When we were on the ship together Robin gave him the One piece books. You know he’s smart, he read them in just two days.”

“ He was with me the entire time, I mean if you’re going to try and lie make it believable I’m not dumb.”

“ But You’re not as smart as any of us.”

You cocked your hand back to smack him and he grabbed you with ease. “ Let go of me.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you didn’t want your trust in Law to waver, not after all you’d been through.

But there was just this slight feeling of unease, this feeling that Sanji was tell you the truth. But did that mean he was pretending? Did that mean he wasn’t going to really help you get home? You didn’t know what to do.

“ Why are you telling me this now? What’s the point? What do you want from me?”

“ I just want you to be safe, with us, your crew.”

“ I’m not a part of your crew! I only came here to take a break from my life and from test taking, instead you turned this into me having to escape from people I used to care about.”

Tears were threatening to fall, Sanji’s grip faltered and you snatched your hand from his and stepped away from him. He sighed and took out another cigarette lighting it himself.

“ Y/N-chan, isn’t it better to not have to worry about all those things. Don’t you enjoy the freedom you have in this world? Your world is miserable, that’s why people write fantasies about places like this, and you out of all people get to actually enjoy them… but you’re taking us for granted.”

“ I’m taking this for granted really? Do you hear yourself?”

“ No one else gets to travel and see the things you’ve seen, you could only see them in.. what was it called? Movies, yes movies. You get this chance and you spend it trying to get away from the crew you have collected books about and have posters and figures all around you little room.”

He stood up walking over to you, towering your over you narrowing his eyes as he continued to speak.

“ We took you in, made you one of us and as soon as we did that you wanted to go back to that shitty little life of yours. Luffy and his crew would never let their crew mate be taken… you know this so well Y/N- chan.”

“ I have a family in that world, I have responsibilities, and I have dreams that cannot be fulfilled here. This entire series is about freedom.. but for some fuckin reason I’m not allowed to have it.” You sobbed. The tears fell while he spoke and all you wanted to do was cower or run away.

You wanted to go back to Law, question him, and be told that Sanji was trying to manipulate you. This wasn’t even the Sanji you knew and loved, they were all such different people none of it made sense.

How could a crew that was so well put together, a crew that fought for the unfortunate and for freedom treat someone they claim to care about like they were an object that belonged to them. Sanji’s hand carefully made it’s way to your cheek, you flinched when he touched you to wipe away the tears that stained your skin.

He never wanted you to cry. That was never in his agenda, it was never in any of the crews either. They were overjoyed to have you onboard, you were a brand new light that illuminated their lives, no one else was like you for many reasons.

You were both on such different pages and no one could understand each other. The barrier that came between you was as thick as steel. The crew that was sailing through the grand line thought they gained a fun new crew member, and you thought god had cursed you and locked you in a prison cell for all eternity.

Sanji didn’t know where to go from here, should he tell you Law’s complete plan or should he continue trying to convince you to stay with them. All he really wanted was for you to stop crying, you were so pretty when you smiled.

In his eyes you were a goddess, when your hair was pulled into braids showing the world every inch of your face, every expression, every little mark big or small he couldn’t keep his eyes from you. Or when your hair was free and the curls surround your face giving you a youthful glow. When you were tanning with Nami and he got to see your figure and the way the sun made your skin glow, you were loved by the sun and there were times where he almost tripped over his own feet when your eyes met his.

His heart raced when he was around you and his heart broke hearing the crack in your voice and the tears steam from your eyes like little rivulets.

“ I’m sorry I made you cry Y/N… we can talk about something else if you want.”

“ I don’t feel like talking anymore. I need to find Law to put my heart at ease.”

“ Can I just tell you one more thing about Law before you go?”

“ Fine.” What else could he possibly say at this point that would make you feel any different.

“ When you were busy, or went to sleep, Law was with Robin, reading and studying your world. Robin had told him about when we visited and he knows everything about your world. He could’ve brought you back ages ago.”

At that last sentence you choked on air. Your head pounded and your eyes burned from more tears falling. You pushed Sanji away and ran into the first direction you could focus on.

Lies. He’s lying.

There is no way Law would keep the fact that he knew how to get you home, Not only that but the Strawhats themselves knew there was a way for you to go home and stay there and instead of telling you they told Law?

When you were far away enough, in the forest you stopped to breathe. This was another manipulation tactic. They wanted you away from Law so that you couldn’t get home and just stay trapped here forever.

“ I need to find Law.”

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A/N: long overdue, I kind of want to do a mini chapter about what the Strawhats did in Y/N’s world. We also have that extra chapter with Law as well. I’ll put both of these under one shots <3 hope you enjoyed ! You know I love to hear your feedback it’s what motivates me so please tell me every little thought and reaction !!!

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ilyuu · 1 year

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Congratulations on your 400 milestone! May I submit Tighnari with the prompt "one talking to the other when they think they're asleep" for the milestone event? where Nari and gn reader are friends and he confessed this way, not knowing they were awake or something like that.

once again congrats on the milestone! i hope you have an awesome friday evening!

-cherry sprite anon

hi hi cherry sprite anon! (guess i’ll make a tag for you then, hehe)

i’m sorry so the long delay! it’s only until now and a bit of yesterday had i’d come around in trying to finish this and sent it out for you! i do hope that you’ll enjoy it, and thank you for requesting as well,, :)

warnings : a bit of angst at the start, confession.

he’d always knew how he felt about you.

when? he’s not sure; there are a many a moments he could choose wherein it could’ve been the start, a start.

you, the one who bandaged him whenever he came back with welts on his skin, even when he’s capable of doing do himself? (featherlight strokes that barely felt like anything, and with such consideration and care along with it.)

you, the one who tries and tries to follow in his footsteps, taking in every tip to improve your own salves? (there’s an eagerness in you, when he has some time to spare for a few lessons, that he finds himself attached to.)

(he soon finds out that maybe you take a bit more space in his thoughts than he’d, well, thought.)

he’s aware of how it crossed the confines of affinity, intimacy, whenever he saw (felt) you near him (his ears takes it all in - small streams cascading, a soft string of chirps in the air, rustling of leaves - and always hears your voice in the midst of it.)

why not tell them? he asks himself, too many times for his liking. it’s one of those questions that he cannot find an answer for, no matter how long he looks into it.

“of course. all those words of caution and it still had little to no regard for yourself.”

so he says - and yet, something that comes close to a softness of sorts sifts into his words, a bit sweeter, than he’d let on.

the sheets shrivel to the slight shuffling of the bed, leaving a wake of wrinkles - in a way, an answer in and of itself.

you’re sleeping, swathed in sheets as sleep has long held you in its arms.

the skies fell into nightfall a while ago, and the life around and within the forests started to still into a silence that he’s accustomed to this late. lights start to fade; voices an echo; and all that is left in the depths of the darkness is nature itself.

and his words.

“though unnecessary, it was at least a way for you to get some rest. it was bound to happen, sooner or later.” he sighs, shaking his head. “so, good for you.”

silence.

“…i’m not exactly the most skilled with words, though that goes without saying, so don’t mind the particulars of what i’m about to say.”

“it’s difficult trying to compose myself whenever you’re around. and that leads me to wonder whether you’re doing it on purpose - it’s not possible though, i doubt it, but… it has to be obvious, one way or another.”

“i say that because, if you hadn’t notice, which i doubt you haven’t, i have these unique features of mine,” he tugs at the tuft of his tail, “that react quite lively: i’m sure you saw it on occasion on how it reacts considering you.”

“i’m also sure where you know where i am heading with this and, though, i prefer to say it while i could gauge out your reactions… this is the best i can do for now.”

he sighs. his hand slowly settles atop of your head, running his fingers through your hair. unruly, he tries to untangle all the knots and, somehow, it did little to nothing to rouse you awake. if anything, you only found yourself closer to the unfamiliar (very familiar) source of warmth.

“i like you, [name],” he murmurs. his voice dips a bit. “i find myself tied to you by the hip, even when it feels like the other way. heh. always wondering, always asking myself where you are if not beside me. that’s really childish, and a bit cheesy, but that’s how i feel.”

“and it’s how i’ve been feeling for a while now.”

again, silence.

all that is a remnant of him is the phantom peck of left on your forehead, the space between your brows. (the way you scrunched your nose was… cute.) that spot of tepidness lingered, even after tighnari left.

(the light is put out this time.)

and even when you let your eyes open, the world now quiet.

even in the cold, the crisp puff of wind caressing in from the cracks, you feel your face heat up bit by bit within moments. the last few minutes had finally fell on you.

he likes you.

he likes me. he likes me. tighnari likes me.

those words - his words, his voice - is said over and over again in your head, reliving the moment if possible.

for you like him as well. a smile touches your lips, one that could counter the sun itself (was it awake.)

you know now. you’re now aware.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #genshin impact fluff

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doetic · 3 months

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if you don't have much requests, maybe a yandere! schlatt with a reader who has no idea who he is. Like i can imagine the reader's friend being like "oh hey here's my friend" and jschlatt is like in deep denial of his feelings and spirals from there.

Hunger - Yan!Jschlatt x Fem!Reader

Plot: True love never comes when you expect it. Schlatt learns this firsthand when your friend who's a fan of him asks for a photo. Warnings: Yandere typical obsession, Joe from you shenanigans, online stalking, obsession, reference to masturbation. Word Count: 1275

A/n: Sorry this request got buried! It's sort of a mix of the req and my twilight fic What Lingers. Hope you like it!

Being seen as unremarkable was not a strange concept in itself to Schlatt, after all, thoughts of how utterly average flooded his mind with every stray glance that landed on his reflection. However, when it came to other people – you specifically – he found being seen in such a dull lens a jarring experience.

He was Jschlatt for fucks sakes, his worth and remarkability was evident in his bank account and the Youtube subscriber milestone plaques he never seemed to stop getting. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why your indifference to his achievements bothered him. He was fed so much adoration through other avenues that sometimes he began craving the feeling of not being known. Why was he so bothered by you giving him just that?

He first laid eyes on you at the airport after a long flight home. He wasn’t sure if he had seen you before he bumped into your smaller body, perhaps his brown eyes grazed over your form and just decided to push forward on his path anyways. Regardless, he didn’t expect such a life changing event to come out of the obligatory “Sorry about that,” that absently slithered past his lips into the crowded air.

But true love never comes when you expect it, does it?

Your friend had certainly noticed who he was, instantly rushing after him to ask for an autograph (“if he wasn’t too busy”, what a joke. It’s not as if people actually cared if he was busy or not, they were just greedy for his presence. But not you. Oh how he wished you were though). He had intended to brush her off, to say no and continue on his way, until his traitorous wandering eyes devoured a clear glimpse of you.

Your body was being dragged along by your friend’s excited grip on your wrist, a shocked and embarrassed look dancing upon your face with a soft tone of red. You were so much smaller than him– although it wasn’t a particularly unique quality, most people were – and Schlatt couldn’t help but think of how delicate it made you look. You were in need of protection, in need of someone to take care of you. The way you were treated only confirmed his suspicions. You carelessly dragged around as if you were a ragdoll by someone who was supposed to be your friend. Despite himself, Schlatt couldn’t help but hope you were not all too delicate. As much as the idea of caring for your fragile self aroused something deep within him, he’d much prefer you sturdy enough to be pliable underneath his touch and words – a soft dough, rather than an untouchable vase. Luckily, if you were a fan like your friend who threw herself at him, he was certain you could be malleable for him. What the hell was he thinking? Where was all this coming from? Sure, he was admittedly a bit of a perv at times, but never before had his thoughts strayed this far from rationality. Schlatt scolded himself for his thoughts. You were just a random attractive girl. In all honesty, there wasn’t much separating you from being considered average – at least in comparison to the women he was surrounded by, women who profited off of looking appealing to men. He almost physically shook his head in his attempt to remove the thoughts from his brain. He had to get home fast and rest, perhaps all of this was just his exhaustion speaking.

So, Schlatt quickly took the picture, his very soul for some strange reason feeling deflated when he realized you were the one holding the camera rather than pressing yourself up against him like your friend. It took all his restraint to not ask if you wanted a photo too, although his motives were not entirely to restrain his desires, but also to spare himself the shooting pain he’d feel throughout his body if you rejected the offer. What the hell was wrong with him? He had never been so infected by a simple look at someone before, he could feel you creeping through his blood, filling his veins. The scary thing was, although the rational side of his brain protested this sort of utterly psychotic instant attachment, the rest of his brain craved more of it like an addict. Especially the instinctual, animalistic part that nipped at the bars of its cage in the back of his consciousness. Usually it was what drove him to do vicious, underhanded things in the name of success. Why was it triggered by the sight – and oh god, the sweet smell he caught from the air when you flicked your hair behind your ear – of you?

He had to investigate. Asking for your number would prove unsafe and utterly annoying if his got into the hands of his fans, and he didn’t trust your friend to not snoop. He supposed maybe there was a use for your friend at this fateful meeting after all. He asked her to tag him on instagram before letting the two of you leave, a calculated action that came paired with an excruciating feeling.

After that day, Schlatt tried to forget about everything that occurred. It was an insignificant event, just another fan bothering him for a picture, but the dark part of his brain was eating at the more rational parts of him, wearing him down more and more with each passing hour. He tried to avoid looking through your friends Instagram – he really truly did – but after two days had passed Schlatt realized his inhibitions were dull and faded in comparison to the aching need that threatened to consume him. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? It’d just be a glimpse.

It quickly became routine for him to watch your movements online, it wasn’t hard either. He’d have to scold you for being so careless with the information you post. The struggling rational side of his brain weakly reminded his tainted consciousness that he’d likely never come in contact with you again, but its protests fell upon deaf ears. Even though he still couldn’t figure out the source of his feelings towards you, it was if each time he admired you he sunk deeper and deeper into his desire. Even if he snapped out of it now, the obsession he had for you was so heavily intertwined with his everyday that he’d surely just fall back into the habit of keeping an eye on you.

Besides, if he were to stop, who knew if someone dangerous would start admiring you instead. It was easy for him to find out everything about you from information you carelessly posted onto public accounts. You were putting yourself in peril with such a carefree and trusting attitude online. You needed him – especially now that you started live streaming. It wouldn’t be long until a viewer developed a sick obsession with you, and then what would happen? But you would never have to worry about that, you had him. Schlatt would keep you safe. He would keep watching you, admiring you, making sure no one else was. He’d never ask you for anything in return either, although that wasn’t to say he was an altruistic man. He just preferred you didn’t find out about how his hands trailed down to palm the bulge that formed in his boxers at the sight of you. You didn’t need to worry yourself with any of his actions at all, he didn’t want to shock you. No, he’d wait until the two of you were married. You’d certainly want to repay him for all of the trouble he had gone through then.

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfic

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eldritch-spouse · 5 months

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WHAT.

Vinnel wants to propose??? Idk why but it shocked me the most lmao

Well yeah!

I'm not sure if you recall this, but I detailed at some point that slimes are capable of forming pearl-like structures within themselves, made from their own mass. These "pearls" are more than just a mating display, they're a ritual that signifies complete infatuation and a desire to make the relationship permanent- It's their version of a wedding ring!

This means that most slimes always want to be the ones to propose, when paired with non-slimes. You can't make your own pearl/ring, but they can. And theirs are priceless.

Vinnel wants to do this too, but with his health complications, it will take much longer than it would a healthy slime, the pearl itself might be smaller than usual or malformed no matter how much he tries to keep it perfectly rounded. It may also be black as opposed to a brilliant white or pastel hue. But it's still a pearl, it's still a display of capability and seriousness as a mate.

And he needs to do this, it's a milestone of his.

Cured!Vinnel will make a pearl in a much shorter amount of time, a rather big one too, in whatever your favorite color is.

#Vinnel oc

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askmerriauthor · 9 months

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regarding pokemon sleep, it looks like you’re just looking for things to complain about. it’s designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon. no one’s telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.

If I was just looking for things to complain about, I'd still be out here whinging over Pokemon Cafe's delightfully charming art style being absolutely wasted on a junk puzzle game instead of a full RPG or cozy slice-of-life Sim.

Regarding this post here.

Hi, I'm MerriAuthor. Apparently we haven't met because anyone who follows my blog would know that I've worked in game development well on 20 years now. I've worked across the industry from little nobody indie houses, to overseas gacha-fodder, to big ol' AAA major studios. Video games and their design are a big part of my life and, boy howdy, do I have some FEELINGS about the direction the industry as a whole has gone in as the years go by. Especially in regards to the predatory monetization of gaming and how it actively preys on children, uninformed parents, people with addictive behaviors, people with hyper-competitive personalities, and similar behavioral traits solely for the purpose of making money at their expense.

it’s designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon.

As with the previous person I spoke with on this topic, that is the base function of the game. But it's by no means the design of the game. Pokemon Sleep's entire game play rotation and marketplace are designed around encouraging the Player to interact with it as much as possible within an intentionally limited time frame. Meanwhile, the game's own time scale is such that it expects Players to log hundreds if not thousands of hours of interaction with it. Its own base gameplay loop is a weekly schedule and its shop schedule is monthly. Some Pokemon require a bare minimum of 150 hours of logged sleep to even access. Pokemon Sleep wants you to be in it for the long haul.

It's also based on collection; nearly every facet of the game is listed numerically and with a percentage value or progress bar, which are functions designed to produce urgency to complete them in the Player. Human brains don't like seeing an unfinished goal, especially one represented so overtly as an unfilled progress bar or a percentage value with a decimal. Want to have your favorite Pokemon as your napping buddy but don't want to put in a ton of effort playing the game to boost up your Snorlax's power score? Better hope it's one of the low-tier Pokemon assigned into the lower brackets of the gameplay progression, because otherwise you're never going to see it. Though you could always just fork over some cash. Nearing the end of your week with Snorlax and you're just shy of a milestone you've been aiming the entire week for? Good luck! You can pay money for that extra little boost, and once you've done it you'll resent its absence enough to want to buy it again! Do you want to level up that cutie first Charmander the game gave you at the very beginning specifically to ingrain itself with faux emotional value into your favorite Charizard? Want your Eevee to evolve into one of its most popular Eeveelutions? Want a Lucario, period? You'll need to put in hundreds of hours of consistent sleep to save up enough Sleep Points exclusively toward that goal... or you can just buy access to it immediately, through first purchasing access to the Premium Subscription! A Premium Subscription which, again, doesn't auto-cancel if you delete the app and can't be canceled through the app itself, for all you distracted parents who don't pay attention to fine print and wonder why your kid's game is running up a bill on your credit card each month after the 14-day free period - just long enough for you to have forgotten all about it in the first place. Snorlax wants a specific kind of Berry this week, but none of the helper Pokemon you recruited gather that berry, or they do and are just too low on Energy to manage it? Aren't you lucky! The shop will just sell you solutions to these problems the game itself created specifically to get you to shell out money!

no one’s telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.

Here's some screen shots from the game's own app page. Buttons to make purchases and drive interaction - the app store, sleep pass, how many dream shards you have, a prompt to buy more inventory space, your missions, your current goal, the progress meter and rarity values of your Pokemon's sleep styles, your collection and their levels, etc - are all constantly and prominently displayed. The entire first day of actual gameplay in the app is a tutorial explaining how it wants you to do more than just sleep and passively collect to the point that it literally sets a daily schedule of activity for you. The mechanics explanations are so egregiously long that the Professor character literally apologizes to the Player for being so long-winded about it. Oh, an adorable moment of self-depreciation and understanding! How humanizing and encouraging of empathy from the user, done with a cheeky wink and nod. Now that we've softened your emotional state ever so slightly, here's some more microtransaction-driven gameplay elements!

If this was really just a cute little game to idle around with for its own fun, there wouldn't be a cash shop, nor would the game require a consistent internet connection to its servers. The big thing with games like these is that they're not made for the Player's benefit or entertainment. They're made to make the parent company profits. That's it. If the Pokemon Company didn't think they'd make substantial returns on the investment of development, support, marketing, and online distribution costs to put this game out into the world, they never would have made it. That is a core reality of any product put out these days. I just spent this last week helping my studio's marketing and sales team make sales projections for one of our upcoming titles, figuring out how much we could reasonably charge our potential customers literally down to the penny. And the game we're selling isn't even a service with any kind of microtransactions or DLCs. Profits are fundamental in any studio production and, where microtransaction apps are concerned, are the core focus of why the app exists.

If you're perfectly happy with playing Pokemon Sleep as an idle "pop on every once in a while, poke for a few minutes, then forget about and never pay a cent" kind of game? Totally fine, you do you. But understand that Pokemon Sleep doesn't want you as its player and will not cater to your experience. The core gameplay of Pokemon Sleep is already designed to actively degrade into a subpar experience for those who don't pay to play and that rift will only become more pronounced as time goes by. Everything around the cash shop exists for no other reason than to encourage you to use the cash shop. Over time, the gameplay will further contort itself to drive more interaction with and reliance upon the cash shop as the app sheds its non-paying users who just tire of it and move on, instead doubling-down on the lingering, paying users who have already proven themselves a reliable stream of revenue. That is how these things always go and have always historically gone.

There's also the consistently apt adage of "if you're not paying for the product, you are the product". Pokemon Sleep requires an internet connection any time you want to interact with the app - there is no offline mode. Further, the actual fine print in the terms of service (not the bubbly, legally-meaningless assurances put into the game text itself) addresses that it will collect and may share your device information, user ID, and app activity (ie, the schedules, timing habits, and spending habits the game itself has ingrained into its interaction with the Player) for analytics and advertising purposes, and that they're okay with sharing (ie, selling) that information to third parties without naming who those third parties are. And boy, does the game really want you to link your Google, Apple, and Facebook accounts to it as part of its core functionality! Worth keeping in mind as well is that the app requires constant access to your microphone and can pick up sounds as minor as a sheet rustling when you turn over in bed. The game's bubbly, meaningless text assures you that it doesn't save or transfer the snippets of sleep recordings it makes of you each night, but it makes absolutely no assurances whatsoever in the fine print that it's not using your microphone for other purposes. It does, however, point out that it will be making use of your phone's functions even when you're not using the app.

So, yeah, I'll just still be over here not playing Pokemon Sleep and encouraging others to do the same, as well as pay closer attention to the nature of so-called "free to play" games.

#pokemon #pokemon sleep #game design #game development #microtransactions #corporations are not your friend

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award show / nishimura riki

It was that time of the year, award season. You either love it or hate it. Maybe it's the axcitement for your favorite artist's performance, the anticipation of knowing who wins, or maybe you hate the decisions and how rigged award shows can be.

Either way, you'd turn in and you'd love to see the interactions between idols during this time. Some end well, some leads to the spark of rumors.

Y/N waits in her respective waiting room with the staff members, her managers, and bubbling anxiety. As her make up artist gets her ready, Y/N can't help but express the feelings of nervousness towards the show. This is because, this award show will be Y/N's first one, as she just debuted as a soloist under HYBE Entertainment.

A young girl at the age of 17. The company made the choice to debut her as a soloist as her talents, charisma, and character was meant to be showcased individually and they didn't want that to be hidden within a group.

Now, she was barely in the industry for 10 months, but she had a successful debut with the album selling out quicker than expected. Due to her fast gain in popularity and supporters, she was nominated for a few awards.

A lot of the high ups, her senior groups under HYBE have encouraged her so much and made sure she was taken care of.

But even with all that care and support, here she was getting her make up and hair done with anxiety and multiple "what ifs". The soft hum of the dressing room's bustling activity and the gentle hands of her makeup artist did little to quell the racing beat of her heart. She took a deep breath, trying to find some semblance of calm in the midst of it all.

Her manager, a seasoned professional who had been guiding her every step of the way, leaned in and offered a reassuring smile. "Y/N, you've got this," she said with unwavering confidence. "You've worked hard for this moment, and your talent speaks for itself. Just remember to be yourself, and everything will fall into place."

Y/N nodded, her anxiety still bubbling beneath the surface, but she appreciated the encouragement. She had always dreamt of this moment, standing under the spotlight, showcasing her music and talent to the world. But now that it was here, the weight of the expectations, the scrutiny, and the "what ifs" weighed heavy on her mind.

As her makeup artist applied the finishing touches, Y/N's phone buzzed with a message from one of her senior labelmates, a member of a well-known group within HYBE Entertainment. It was a short but heartfelt message that read, "You've got this, Y/N! We're all rooting for you. Just remember, you're not alone out there."

Reading those words, Y/N felt a renewed sense of determination. She knew she had a supportive network of fellow artists and staff members who believed in her. And deep down, she believed in herself too. She was here because she had something special to offer, something that resonated with her fans and had earned her a place at this prestigious award show.

With her makeup complete, Y/N looked into the mirror and saw a reflection of the young girl who had worked tirelessly to get to this point. She knew that the journey was far from over, but this was a significant milestone. It was her moment to shine, to express herself through her music, and to show the world what she was made of.

Taking one final deep breath, Y/N smiled at her reflection and stood up from the makeup chair. "Thank you," she said to her makeup artist and manager. "I'm ready."

The ride to the award show's location was quiet. Y/N's manager tried her best ease up the mood and crack a few jokes until the car came to a stop at their destination.

As Y/N stepped out of the car, the flashing cameras and the roar of the crowd on the other side of the velvet rope greeted her with a wave of energy. The dazzling lights of the red carpet illuminated her path, making her feel like she had stepped into a dream. Her manager offered her arm, and she took it gratefully, using the support to steady her nerves.

She took a moment to adjust her dress, ensuring that every detail was perfect. Her outfit had been chosen meticulously, a collaboration with a top designer, and she felt like a princess in it. Confidence started to bloom within her as she reminded herself of the hard work she had put into reaching this moment.

As Y/N approached the red carpet, the guards guided her through the crowd of photographers, their cameras clicking rapidly as they captured her every move. The flashes were blinding, but she managed to maintain her poise, her smile radiant and gracious. This was the moment she had always dreamed of, and she wasn't going to let nerves get the best of her.

At the end of the red carpet, the interviewer/MC awaited her, microphone in hand and a warm smile on their face. They extended a hand to Y/N, welcoming her with a kind gesture. "Y/N, it's an absolute pleasure to have you here tonight. How are you feeling on this momentous occasion?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart still racing, but her voice steady. "I'm feeling incredibly grateful and excited," she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "This is my first award show, and the support from my fans and everyone at HYBE has been overwhelming. I can't wait to share this special night with all of you."

The interviewer nodded appreciatively and asked a few more questions about her debut, her music, and her experience working with HYBE Entertainment. Y/N answered with grace and charisma, her confidence growing with each passing moment.

With the interview completed, Y/N thanked the interviewer and continued down the red carpet, pausing to interact with fans, sign autographs, and take photos with those who had supported her from the beginning. The excitement and energy of the evening filled her with a sense of purpose and a deep appreciation for the journey that had brought her here.

As she reached the entrance of the venue, Y/N couldn't help but smile to herself. The red carpet had been a whirlwind, but it was just the beginning of a night that held the promise of recognition, celebration, and the fulfillment of her dreams.

After the red carpet interview finished, she was led into the building and the area where most of the idols were already in. Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at the multiple groups and soloist. She spotted familiar faces from the industry, including her labelmates, who waved and cheered for her. Their support was a source of strength, reminding her that she was part of a larger family within the entertainment world.

Y/N settled into her seat, feeling a mixture of excitement and a touch of nervousness as she looked around at the sea of familiar faces in the artist area. She exchanged polite bows and greetings with her senior idols, showing the utmost respect to those who had paved the way for her in the industry. It was a surreal experience to be among artists she had admired for years.

As she glanced around, Y/N's eyes met with those of Ni-ki from ENHYPEN, who happened to be her age. Their gazes lingered for a moment before they both offered tentative smiles and nods. It wasn't the first time they had crossed paths, but it seemed that their shyness had always kept them at a distance, despite sharing the same label.

Y/N had heard so much about Ni-ki's talent and charisma, and she had always wanted to strike up a conversation or get to know him better. However, every time she had thought about approaching him, her nerves got the best of her, and she ended up retreating into her shell. It seemed that Ni-ki was equally reserved, making it a challenge for either of them to take the first step.

Despite the unspoken distance between them, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Ni-ki. They were both young artists navigating the complex world of K-pop, and they shared a label that was known for nurturing talent. She admired his dedication and artistry from afar, and she hoped that one day they could break through their shyness and connect on a more personal level.

As the award show began, Y/N's focus shifted to the stage, where performances and award presentations unfolded. The energy in the venue was electric, and she found herself getting lost in the music and the celebration of the industry's best.

During one of the performances, she noticed Ni-ki's incredible dance moves and couldn't help but be in awe of his talent. She made a mental note to compliment him on his performance if they ever found themselves in a less crowded and intimidating setting.

Throughout the night, Y/N's nerves began to ease, replaced by a growing sense of belonging and a realization that she was part of a supportive and welcoming community of artists. She knew that the path ahead would still be challenging, but she also felt that she had a network of peers and seniors who would be there to guide and encourage her.

As the award show continued, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Ni-ki from time to time, silently hoping that one day they would find the courage to bridge the gap between them and form a friendship that went beyond the labels they wore.

Ni-ki couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N from his seat, either. He admired her talent and charisma from a distance and had often wondered what it would be like to get to know her better. The subtle smiles and nods they exchanged earlier in the evening gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could overcome their shyness and strike up a conversation.

However, what both Y/N and Ni-ki failed to consider was the watchful eyes of the fans in the audience. These dedicated fans were quick to capture every moment on their phones and upload it to social media platforms. It didn't take long for a few eagle-eyed fans to notice the interactions between Y/N and Ni-ki, and they couldn't resist sharing their observations with the world.

On Twitter and Instagram, fans began posting about the perceived tension and chemistry between Y/N and Ni-ki. They created GIFs and edited photos to highlight the moments when the two had exchanged glances and smiles. Hashtags like #YNKi or #ShyIdols quickly started trending, with fans speculating about the potential friendship or even romance between the two young artists.

As the posts gained traction, Y/N's and Ni-ki's mentions and direct messages started to fill up with messages from fans and curious followers. Some fans were shipping them as a couple, while others were simply excited about the idea of them becoming friends. The attention from the fans and the online buzz added a layer of complexity to their already shy and reserved interactions.

During one of the brief breaks in the award show, Y/N's manager leaned over and whispered, "I think the fans have noticed something." He discreetly showed her his phone, which was inundated with notifications related to the social media buzz surrounding her and Ni-ki.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she felt a flush of embarrassment. She hadn't expected their subtle interactions to garner so much attention. She turned to her manager and replied softly, "I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us."

As the award show continued, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of the online attention and the potential expectations of their fans. While they both longed to connect with each other, they also knew that they needed to do so on their own terms, free from the pressures of public scrutiny. Y/N hoped that, in time, they could find a way to overcome their shyness and form a genuine connection without the watchful eyes of the world on them.

As the moment for Y/N's performance approached, her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and lingering nerves. She had spent countless hours rehearsing, refining her choreography, and perfecting her vocals, all leading up to this pivotal moment. The stage awaited her, and there was no turning back.

The curtains slowly rose, revealing the grand stage bathed in an ethereal, soft blue light. Y/N stood at the center, poised and ready. The hushed anticipation in the audience was palpable, and she could feel all eyes on her.

The music began, and Y/N launched into her performance with an electrifying energy. Her powerful vocals filled the venue, carrying her song's emotional depth to every corner. She moved with grace and precision, her dance moves synchronized perfectly with the music. It was as if she was in her element, a natural-born performer.

The audience was captivated from the very first note, and as Y/N continued to sing and dance, the initial anxiety that had plagued her earlier in the day seemed to melt away. She was in her zone, pouring her heart and soul into her performance.

With each passing moment, the crowd's cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, and everyone in attendance could see that Y/N was a force to be reckoned with. Her talent and charisma were undeniable, and she commanded the stage with a presence that belied her rookie status.

As the final notes of her song filled the air, Y/N struck a dramatic pose, holding it for a moment before flashing a radiant smile. The audience erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, standing on their feet to show their appreciation for her incredible performance.

Backstage, her manager watched with pride, knowing that Y/N had just proven herself as a rising star in the industry. She had not only met but exceeded the high expectations set for her. The other artists in the artist area, including Ni-ki from ENHYPEN, watched in awe as well, recognizing Y/N's immense talent.

After her small break, Y/N returned to her seat, her heart still racing but now filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy. She had blown everyone away with her performance, and she knew that this was just the beginning of her journey as a soloist under HYBE Entertainment. The respect she had earned as a rookie idol was well-deserved, and she couldn't wait to continue to share her music and artistry with the world.

As Y/N basked in the afterglow of her stellar performance, she was oblivious to the fact that once again, the fans had their eyes fixed on her and Ni-ki. This time, it was Ni-ki's reaction to her performance that drew their attention.

In the audience, as Y/N had captivated everyone with her talent and charisma, Ni-ki had been watching her with rapt attention. His eyes were locked on her, and he couldn't help but be amazed by her stage presence and the power of her performance. As she hit her final pose and the crowd erupted into applause, a smile of genuine appreciation and admiration graced Ni-ki's face.

Little did he know, the eagle-eyed fans in the audience had captured that genuine smile on camera. As soon as Y/N's performance ended, they quickly shared videos of Ni-ki's reaction on social media, eager to feed the growing fascination surrounding the two idols.

The footage showed Ni-ki's sincere admiration and applause for Y/N's performance. It was clear that he was genuinely impressed, and this simple act of support ignited a fresh wave of speculation among fans. Comments flooded in, with fans swooning over the potential "YNKi" ship and wondering if there was more to their interactions than met the eye.

"OMG, Ni-ki's reaction to Y/N's performance is the cutest thing ever! He's such a supportive fellow artist."

"I'm living for the 'YNKi' moments! Ni-ki's smile says it all – he's a fan, just like us!"

"I can't handle how adorable Ni-ki is when he watches Y/N perform. This ship is sailing!"

"Whether it's romantic or not, I love how Ni-ki and Y/N are forming a genuine bond. It's what the industry needs more of."

"I'm officially stanning the 'YNKi' friendship. They're both so talented and humble."

"Ni-ki's reaction is all of us when we see Y/N on stage – blown away by her talent!"

In the midst of this online buzz, Ni-ki remained blissfully unaware of the attention they were receiving. Caught up in the excitement and adrenaline of the event, focused on his experiences. Little did he know that the fans' fascination with their interactions was growing stronger by the minute.

Backstage, as ENHYPEN basked in the excitement of another well-deserved award, the boys were given a brief break to check their phones and relax while their makeup and hair were retouched. It was during this moment of downtime that the news of Ni-ki's reaction to Y/N's performance began to circulate among the members.

Sunghoon, always quick to pick up on any news within the K-pop industry, was the first to bring it up. "Hey, Ni-ki, have you seen this?" he said, showing Ni-ki his phone with a sly grin.

Ni-ki, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up in surprise as he saw the videos and comments related to his reaction. His face turned slightly pink as he realized what his fellow members were about to do.

Heeseung joined in with a teasing tone. "Ni-ki, it seems like you're quite the fan of Y/N's performance. Is there something you want to tell us?"

Jake chimed in, unable to resist the opportunity to tease their maknae. "Yeah, Ni-ki, are you secretly a fanboy?"

Ni-ki's embarrassment grew as he realized he had become the center of attention within ENHYPEN. He tried to deflect the teasing with a bashful smile. "Come on, guys, I was just impressed by her performance. She's really talented."

Sunghoon, however, was relentless in his teasing. "Impressed, huh? Or maybe you're just trying to hide your true feelings for her."

The other members burst into laughter at Sunghoon's comment, with Jungwon playfully adding, "Ni-ki, do you want us to set up a meeting with Y/N for you?"

Ni-ki's face turned even redder as he tried to defend himself, but his hyungs were having too much fun. The teasing continued until their makeup artist called for them to return to the stage for their next performance.

As they got back to work, Ni-ki couldn't help but smile at the playful banter. While he was slightly embarrassed by the attention, he couldn't deny that Y/N's performance had genuinely impressed him, and perhaps there was a part of him that appreciated the teasing from his supportive and close-knit group of friends and fellow artists.

Little did he know that this light-hearted teasing would only fuel the fans' fascination with the potential "YNKi" ship, making it a playful and endearing aspect of their respective careers in the world of K-pop.

"No matter what, it's heartening to see artists supporting each other's growth. Ni-ki and Y/N are shining examples." another post reads

(a/n: please actually don't ship idols romantically. this fanfiction is mainly for entertainment purposes and not something you should take to heart and mind. thank you)

As ENHYPEN made their way back to their seats after, they passed by Y/N's table. Ni-ki and Y/N, still a bit embarrassed by the recent attention they had received, refrained from making eye contact, each feeling a mixture of shyness and amusement.

The rest of the ENHYPEN members, however, couldn't resist the opportunity to continue their teasing. They exchanged knowing glances and stifled their laughter as they walked past Y/N's table. Sunghoon leaned over to Ni-ki and whispered "Hey, Ni-ki, don't forget to wave to your 'fan'."

Ni-ki's face turned even redder as he shot a playful glare at Sunghoon. The other members joined in, chuckling and making exaggerated waving motions as they passed by. Heeseung added, "You know, Ni-ki, you could at least say hello to your 'idol' crush."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at their antics from a far, and her manager, who was seated nearby, joined in on the fun. "Looks like you've got some supportive friends there," she remarked with a smile.

Ni-ki, though slightly embarrassed, couldn't help but laugh along with them. He waved in Y/N's direction, his face breaking into a shy but genuine smile. Y/N waved back with a smile, feeling more at ease with the playful atmosphere.

The exchange between them, though light-hearted, was captured by fans in the audience and promptly shared on social media. Once again, the fans couldn't get enough of the adorable interactions between the two young idols, and the "YNKi" ship gained even more followers.

"Ni-ki's shy wave to Y/N is making my heart melt. These two need to become besties ASAP."

"Ni-ki and Y/N are giving me major friendship goals. It's so heartwarming to see artists supporting each other."

Indeed, Y/N and Ni-ki were determined not to let the speculations and shipper fantasies affect their growing friendship and camaraderie. They understood that the K-pop industry was filled with passionate fans who loved to imagine connections between their favorite idols, but they also knew the importance of maintaining genuine relationships with their peers.

Over time, Y/N and Ni-ki found opportunities to interact more frequently, both at label events and during collaborative projects. They discovered common interests, shared experiences as a young soloist and a group idol and developed a mutual respect for each other's talents and dedication to their craft.

Their interactions became less awkward and more comfortable, and they began to genuinely enjoy each other's company. Whether it was a casual conversation backstage, a shared meal at a label gathering, or collaborating on a special performance, their friendship continued to blossom.

Both of their groups, ENHYPEN and Y/N's own growing fanbase, were supportive of their genuine connection. They appreciated that their idols were not only talented but also grounded and authentic individuals who valued meaningful friendships in the industry.

Their friendship served as a reminder that, beneath the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, it was the connections and genuine relationships that truly mattered. And regardless of whether they were viewed as a romantic couple by some fans, Y/N and Ni-ki cherished the bond they had forged and the support they provided to each other as colleagues and friends within the HYBE family.

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