#Thank you for the amazing creations you make!! Even after all this time; I still save them all into a shared folder on my phone/laptop ;w;

[karugoround]

Nagizuru au creatures ~ probably their most normal drawings ever.

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Today marks one year since I made my first Nagizuru post. I never thought I would love this beast so much. Thank you all so much for enjoying this au!

Here you have a small lighthearted fic written by @draconicsparkle as a gift. It's not connected to the original story, just them celebrating a regular birthday. They spoil them too much! ⬇️⬇️

How long had it been since then? So long. Both the creation date and their escapes. But in a strange way, Hajime was glad they had experienced all those hardships and difficult times. For without them, the two of them wouldn’t appreciate the bliss they were living in nearly as much.

Hajime thought this as his one working eye stared out the window in the small kitchen. The garden was visible from here, where all kinds of flowers and plants were growing. Gardening was one of Izuru’s many talents, after all. It would be odd if it wasn’t growing splendidly.

A small smile grew as he recalled the many hours they had spent sitting in the gazebo they had built in the middle of the garden, sandwiches and lemonade in hand while the butterflies and bees flew by.

But today wouldn’t be spent in the garden. No, Hajime had other plans. Hence why he was in the kitchen earlier in the morning. Izuru was still in their bedroom, sleeping away without sedatives. He wouldn’t dare wake him up, even now when they were far away from the Lighthouse’s rubble.

He bent down to check the oven’s window, pleased to see the cake sheets baking nicely. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pans out, sliding them on the cooling rack. They were the perfect shade and smelled amazing. While they cooled, the brunette got busy preparing the whipped cream and cutting the strawberries he had picked yesterday. He focused hard on his task, not stopping until his creation was fully constructed. A beautiful and practically flawless strawberry shortcake. He almost felt bad for cutting into it and pulling a slice out to place on the plate. But he was far more eager to see the reaction, so he didn’t mourn the perfection.

After gathering a fork and a glass of milk, he placed everything on a tray and carefully picked it up. His months of practice came in handy, as the tray remained balanced the whole way to the bedroom. Using a shoulder, he bumped the door open so his hands didn’t leave the tray. Soon enough, he was placing the tray down on the nightstand. By this point, he knew the Ultimate Hope was awake now. “Good morning. Was your sleep restful?”

The red eyes gazed up at him, still mysterious and cryptic, though not nearly as hard anymore. Being free of pain and drugs was most likely the reason. “I can confirm that it was. The aroma of your creation coaxed me back to consciousness. Not that I mind this pleasant method of awakening.”

“I’m glad you think so, si-” Hajime paused, laughing in embarrassment. “I mean Izuru.”

The white-haired man smirked up at him. “Slip of the tongue?”

Hajime scratched his cheek, right under his silk eye cover. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

“But they are getting to be fewer and less frequent,” Izuru observed. He sat up, the large shirt he was wearing slipping off a shoulder. “Can you hand me a hair tie, my dear caretaker?” he requested once he had risen into a comfortable position.

The brunette was quick to do so, though he did it with a grin. “That was on purpose. You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Izuru’s smirk didn’t diminish, even as he began gathering his long hair and weaving the hair tie around the locks. “Observant as always, my dear. Just one of the many traits I adore about you.”

Hajime felt his cheeks redden. He still wasn’t able to hide his reactions to Izuru’s words of affection. “I-I do my best.”

“That you do.” Izuru finished making his ponytail, letting it rest against his back. He then reached forward, tugging on Hajime’s arms. The strength of the tugs had been unexpectedly strong and Hajime found himself falling onto the bed alongside Izuru with a yelp.

“Much better,” Izuru stated as he hugged Hajime to his chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The brunette wiggled only slightly to get more comfortable. “But… don’t you want your cake?”

“In a few moments. Let me indulge myself on this first,” was the reply. A pleased hum followed, along with some shoulder rubs that felt amazing. “Another day of tranquility. One that we earned for our perseverance through the blood and pain. The torture those foolish scientists inflicted while playing God. But I suppose it would be best to not dwell upon such horrid memories. It is beneficial to move on and build oneself back up stronger than before.”

The caretaker chuckled. “That the Ultimate Therapist at work? Putting in overtime, for sure.”

“Perhaps. But I will utilize my abilities for our sakes and lives. And I’m sure you are well aware of this.” One of Izuru’s hands migrated up to his hair, scratching his scalp and conjuring happy noises from the receiver.

“What did I do to deserve this? So nice,” Hajime muttered, relaxing into the comforting touches.

“If you would like reasons, I can compile a list. But be aware that it is a long one. It would take some time to read them all,” Izuru replied with his eternal smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll decline. You know how I am with rapid fire compliments.” The brunette relaxed under the ministrations, enjoying every second.

“Oh, I do have something to retrieve. Remain here in bed, okay?” Izuru withdrew and extracted himself from the bed covers, standing up and walking over to his closet. Hajime watched in confusion, especially as the pale man pulled out a giant crocheted blanket with a mandala design. “You are always making things for me, so I figured I could return the favor. It was surprisingly easy to keep my work on this little project secret from you. Though, I am certainly not complaining,” Izuru commented as he brought the blanket over, laying it over Hajime and tucking him in. “The pattern is a representation of our spiritual and physical journey through our lives. That we found our fulfillment after our struggles. Quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s eyes, both functional and broken, widened at the colorful blanket now around him. He ran a hand over the design, admiring the nice material and the quality of the gift. “I… I don’t know what to say… This is…”

Izuru sat next to him, sliding under the blanket next to him. “I already know, so don’t fret. Nothing needs to be expressed.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the plate and fork. “Now then, how about we try your splendid creation?” The full strawberry on top was speared with the fork and was raised to their faces. “I’ll give you the honor of taking the decoration. You won’t refuse, will you?”

Hajime’s breath was shaky as he nodded. “You know that I would never refuse anything from you. Neither back then, nor now.”

“Excellent. Though there is one condition to get this. You will have to take it from me.” Izuru placed the lower half of the strawberry into his mouth, the thicker half sticking out. And the mischievous look in those ruby red eyes implied exactly what Izuru was insinuating.

Hajime’s face turned as red as the berry. They were about to do this, weren’t they? But he couldn’t go back on his promise, so he swallowed his nerves. He leaned forward and locked lips with the other, the kiss tasting like the sweet fruit. It lasted for several moments, neither of them eager to break it. Eventually, they did separate, the strawberry now in Hajime’s mouth. He focused on chewing to buy himself time to calm down from the rush of emotions. Though this was easily seen by the Ultimate Analyst, if the smirk was anything to go off of.

“Now, I shall taste test your work. Though I don’t doubt it will be fantastic. Thank you for the treat,” the Ultimate Hope said as he cut into the cake and took a delicate bite. “A nice way to wake up and start the day. And here’s to many more in our future.”

Hajime snuggled under the beautiful blanket a little more, resting his head on Izuru’s shoulder. Finally comfortable with initiating close contact after all this time. “Yes. I hope and wish for that, too.”

#nagizuru au #lighthouse au #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #danganronpa art #sdr2 #danganronpa fanart #hajime hinata #komahina #nagito #nagizuru #danganronpa au #izuru!nagito #servant!hajime

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IV)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.8k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: Reader's parents are fucking irresponsible and disgusting people, mentions of a dead parent, Homelander!!!! (he's a fucking warning), sexual assault (touching, kissing, etc.) and some after thoughts, you know the usual questionable stuff on TB universe, Ben's point of view and presence=red flag.

Notes: more about reader's past in here! And just want to add that this is how i imagine her suit on this chapter. I'm also using a lot of inspo from Sue Storm of the Fantastic Four because I love her, so yeah. And thanks so much for reading it means a lot to me! ^^

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @blacknoirr @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part IV: Countdown

2009

"Spectrum, turn around, please," the lady on the other side of the camera ordered.

You did as she told, turning slowly and showing a complete view of your suit. Made of unstable molecules, the suit was your best creation at the time. It was all white with black details, and finally you had something covering your whole body that'd turn invisible when you commanded. Your boots were the same, specially built to disappear and blend with your powers when needed.

"Great, show us what you can do," the woman said.

You nodded, your heart beating so hard on your chest. You didn't want to fuck it up. Not for your mother. She was the main reason why you were there in the first place. You took a deep breath, with eyes closed you raised your palms at your chest level and created a force field around your figure. The force fields you learnt to make over the years of self training were like gigantic bubbles that allowed you to float around if you said so, and they protected you or anyone or anything they were covering.

The camera, the couch, the table, and any single thing you found in the room were now surrounded by the fields, lifting them up a couple of feet from the surface. And once you thought it was enough, they landed slowly on their place, the fields vanished just like the one around yourself. Though the lady on the other side didn't seem amused or surprised.

"I also turn invisible," you said for the first time after your personal presentation was over.

"Go on," she plainly answered.

And within seconds, you slowly disappeared from her sight. The fabric of the suit faded away.

"I created this special costume to turn invisible without, you know, being naked," you commented.

Still, there was no clear answer on the face of the woman. She was just busy taking notes and filming your audition with the steady camera on the table. She said nothing, her eyes glued to her writing. Disappointed, you made yourself visible again.

"That's impressive!"

You gasped. It was that voice you heard so many times on TV. His steps came closer and he stopped by your side with a smile on his face.

"Homelander," the woman called with a wide, fake grin. "You weren't supposed to be in here."

"Just passing by, wanted to say hi. I'm really amazed by you, darling."

You tried to smile the best you could. But you were so tense and flustered now that he was in front of you. Your childhood hero, coming to see you at your audition. Even before you got a clear response from Vought. It felt like a dream. Any child had dreamt of it at some point.

You grew up with him and the Seven. He was one of the reasons you forgot every single problem and responsibility your dysfunctional, selfish family put you through from a young age. To them, you were just a doll to play with and show off. The perfect daughter. But seeing the Seven was totally different. You wanted to be like them. Too sad this part was also linked to your mother and her self-centered shit. If only...

"Thank you," you barely answered with a soft voice, looking down on your boots.

"I've been out there, hesitating if I should come in, since you created those force fields. Wow!" he praised, making you chuckle. "You left the door open on purpose, didn't you two?"

All you could do was chuckle again, you felt your cheeks burning at his banter. He smiled along with you before turning his eyes to the lady.

"Hey, Greta. Can you leave us alone for a moment?"

"But I have to-"

Homelander chuckled, cutting her words. "Absolutely no, I can continue for you. Remember?"

Greta, as he called her, swallowed thickly and her eyes switched between you and the supe. "Sure, sir."

She lifted herself up from the chair, took her things and went out. You noticed the camera was still in place, that meant it was still rolling.

Once the door closed. "So..." he began, walking a circle around you. "How'd you create this... costume of yours?"

"Well, I like science," you nervously smiled, playing with your glove-covered hands. He passed by your face this time and paced around one more time. "It took me a while to figure out how but I did something with the molecules, created my own patent of the matter and did this complete costume."

Homelander stopped at your back. He hummed. "Smart. Tell me..."

His pause made you answer what he was looking for. "Spectrum."

"Spectrum, why do you want to be part of the Seven so bad?"

Homelander dragged your alias with a dark voice, one that replaced the long warm and welcoming tone he had with you at first. You licked your lips, anxious and out of words. Once behind your figure, he angled himself so close to one of your ears that you felt his hot breath on your skin.

"So? I know you have something to say, dear."

"I- I just want to help others... Do what you guys do..."

The next thing you felt was the supe's strong body pressing on your ass. You gasped loudly as his hands grabbed the sides of your hips forcing you to fall back against his chest.

"Go on," Homelander whispered.

One of his hands roamed over your stomach slowly, right under your breasts, and you were absolutely caged on his grip. You took deep breaths, closing your eyes as he touched you over the suit.

"I- I know science, I told you. Also I can help the team w-with new inventions of my own... Create technology t-to fight very bad threats," you stuttered.

"Mmmh, yeah, I like the sound of that," Homelander chuckled against your neck, his lips tracing soft and unwanted kisses on your skin.

"Please- ah!"

He harshly pushed you against his groin. Your breath caught in your throat at the feel of his crotch. This wasn't what you thought it was. This was not what your mother signed you up for.

"Tell me, did your father know how much of a fucking slut you are?" Homelander hissed, his hand cupping your covered breast.

Something inside you emerged at his question. His touch was disgusting and it was making you sick and the mention of your father, your dead father, made it even worse.

"What do you know about him?" you asked in a dark whisper, still planning your next move.

Deep inside, you were scared of Homelander, it was a new face he had yet to show to the world.

"Just the basics, honey," he said plainly, forcing you to walk with a grip on your arm. The supe sat on the couch and pushed you to his lap. "He was quite the rich man, Edgar knew you'd be a great deal to the company, well, your money of course."

You let out a gasp. "What?"

"Honey, he was one of our most valuable shareholders," he playfully answered, his hands cupping your cheeks.

And it clicked. Your mother supported your dream just because she'd still be getting profits from Vought. The firm was now under her name, and she needed something more to strengthen the relationship between Vought and your father's inheritance. The fucking witch. And then, your father. He was the one financing this piece of shit sitting between your legs. Were all supes like this behind their masks? If so, fucking crap. Everything you believed in was bullshit. A circus. And they clowned you so well. And above all, the sickening man that had been touching you without your permission the past endless minutes...

"Oh, poor thing, you didn't know," Homelander's intense blue eyes widened when he immediately noticed your confused, blank face.

Your eyes filled with tears and still, you refused to cry in front of the asshole you once admired.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you here with us," he smirked. His fingers on your neck, feeling your pulse. You closed your eyes so hard, your nose wrinkled and you held back a sob when his hand added pressure around your collar. He leaned closer, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you tried to resist his touch. "So fucking useful," Homelander whispered against your lips. He gave you that mischievous grin of his. You shivered. "I can't wait to ruin you. Every single inch of you."

The same past memory of Homelander haunted you the next day. The way you found out about your father's business with Vought and how the supes showed their real faces was the main reason you were here now.

You remembered you had to hit Homelander as hard as you could to escape from him and use your force field to protect yourself before running away and leaving the tower, fully invisible. Not that it was a great help since Homelander had a lot of abilities with his vision, and he could hear the beating of your heart miles away, but for you, it was worth the try. It was a surprise he didn't follow you that day. Instead, Vought got a new deal with your mother for the budget and you hated that. You cut all communication with what was left of your family after that day, knowing it could've been so much worse.

Homelander and Vought, however, were after you now. And he was a difficult face to forget. Not only because he was faking everything from the public but because Vought was after your father's money. And deciding to step away from all the illegal stuff they did, you left for college. Science was always a part of you and it's what got you here, under Grace Mallory and the CIA, doing different jobs you were not so proud of, but now, you were looking for a cure. It was all that mattered those days, until you found out that your mother had been experimented on during her pregnancy. A fucking lie. That's what your life was. That's why she cheered you to go to that stupid audition and fell into the hands of that monster at twenty-three years old.

The thought of your father supporting the horrid things Vought and the Seven did for decades was unbearable, and since Homelander's visit the night before caused those memories and nightmares to be back. It took a great effort to get out of bed and come to work that day. You'd make sure to compensate yourself for it later. But now, you were in a hurry to your daily session with Soldier Boy. You saved your phone in the pocket of your trousers after checking the time as you walked down the aisle, grabbing tightly the report of your patient with your other hand. Well, thirty minutes late wasn't nothing.

"Doctor!" you heard a female voice running towards you in the halls that made you turn on your heels. It was your young assistant.

"Hey, Bianca. What's wrong?" you asked as you noticed she was a little out of breath.

"We ran another test. The supe survived," she blurted, handing you a tablet that you didn't take. Sometimes the change in the results was minimal.

"That's great. Any significant improvements?"

"Well, just minimal effects. Right now some fever, fatigue, dehydration, and uhm, low pulse."

You sighed after another illusion. "Right. I don't think those are minimal effects, Bianca. Please check our patient and see how the powers are working. Run blood tests, all tests you can and then you can provide me the results. I'm a little busy right now."

She nodded with a shy smile, looking around subtly. "Sure."

You smiled back as best as you could. "Anything else?"

"No, it's just- I see you go this way a lot," Bianca pointed to the direction you were heading with her gaze. "That's Soldier Boy, isn't he?"

Your brows furrowed. "Why you ask?"

"Nothing, well, my grandpa used to talk about him all the time," she giggled. "I was just curious, sorry."

"No problem. I get it. But I really have to go, please make sure those results are on my desk by the end of the day," you ordered kindly.

"I will."

"Thanks, Bianca."

With that, you gave a last smile and began your walk again away from her, slower than before. For some reason something was off since you entered the building. It felt different. Totally weird. For the record, since Homelander threatened to have your head off, you paid twice the attention to your surroundings and the people around. You didn't know if there was something big planning right now in front of your nose. You just walked a couple of feet when you felt someone following behind, that was probably watching over you. In a swift movement, you turned on your heels but no one was there. The aisle was empty.

Bianca was already gone and almost no one would wander on this wing of the building, for obvious reasons. With caution you resumed your steps, telling yourself that you were not going insane.

"Robert Singer and I have been hard at work bridging the divide between the human and Superhuman communities. I've seen that divide firsthand in my three years running the FBSA—"

Ben scoffed, taking the TV controller to turn the screen off. "Bullshit."

He stood in the middle of the room with nothing but a towel hanging down his hips after taking a shower, taking the last smoke of his blunt. He grew tired of waiting for you, so he just took a shower and now, everything on the fucking channels was the stupid campaign by Victoria Neuman being supported by Vought and the fucking brat he was supposed to call his son.

With a deep breath, he finished the weed and threw the remains on the ashtray over the new coffee table. His mind started to wander away, realizing he had been a little calm the last couple of days after he almost blew up the fucking place to the ground. Inside, Ben knew your words and actions were a lot of help for the small sense of serenity that started to grow within his chest after that moment. Absolutely that was something he wouldn't admit, ever. But if he was to say, he was actually relieved.

Taking a look around, his place was not that big of a mess. You were certainly used to his clothes around the floor and the sofas, so it wasn't really important. What he found annoying though was you pushing him to read the stupid books and write down his feelings. He wasn't going to do that. If you were there to medicate him, so be it. He wondered why you took so long to do it. Probably he should be stoned enough to not feel anything. That was fucking better.

Just as he started to go over his mental plan to get the hell out of your prison, the door opened. He smirked at your sight. As always, an useless armed man standing behind your figure. You dispatched the guard and stepped inside Soldier Boy's place, the door closing with a loud sound.

You stopped your tracks just a few steps away from him. He noticed your eyes tracing his half bare body in a quick motion, before turning to his face with an arrogant smirk on your lips.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Ben teased.

With a light chuckle, you held your head high. "Don't be delusional, it's just basic instinct."

"Believe me, I fucking know that," he snarked, taking over your figure with his green eyes the same way you did before. "Basic instinct."

You rolled your eyes. "So," you sat down in your usual place to start the session, making a pile of three of his shirts in the empty space. "Make yourself decent and then we can continue."

Ben took some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor and started to dress himself in front of you, without much care. He smirked as you turned away your gaze to focus on the report lying on your lap.

"You're late," he remarked, taking his own seat once he was done with his clothes.

"Yeah, I had some things to do," you mumbled going through the pages. "But I see we can start now."

He took a deep breath, staring into the distance. "Don't make it boring."

You grimaced, looking back at him. "Can't promise that."

Ben sensed a playfulness coming from you. Could it be that, after recieving your comforting words, he was seeing another side of you? Like the side that would actually trust him, because you still arrived. You were sitting in front of him. You were with him, in the same fucking room where the sun was far from getting. Yeah, you were there but he was too full of ego to bring his walls down again. He wanted to convince himself he wasn't vulnerable. He knew he was more than that. He was Soldier Boy, the man who had to stop Homelander and his fucking kid.

He smirked. "Well, sugar, I can ask you to try."

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys amazon fanfiction #the boys series #the boys tv #jensen ackles fanfiction #soldier boy/ben

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Here comes a thought about betrayal /// reverse comfort!Scaramouche x reader

a/n: I’m going to update this more later but after seeing his backstory I couldn’t not write something because fuck that was sad even though I knew it was coming. @lilia-sspouse and @fatuikisser

3.1 SPOILERS FOR SCARAMOUCHE’S BACKSTORY BELOW

Tears fell in streams down his pale cheeks as he forced himself to continue telling the trauma he endured when he first witnessed the world’s cruelty. First his own creator, the person who put so much time and effort into making him a divine being, the person who he thought was his mother casting him aside because he shed tears in his sleep. If only she knew Ei knew she’d already caused more harm then she meant or left a note then maybe all of the pain could have been avoided.

You couldn’t help but cover your mouth in shock and muffle your own sobs with him as you heard the cruelty he was subjected to. Tightening the grip on his hand that you held and intertwining your fingers, rubbing his soft violet hair and cradled him against your chest. “I’m sorry-” were the only words you could muster. Scaramouche’s arms wormed their way around your waist, clinging to you like you’d disappear any second and clearly trying to hold back his emotions.

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything you helped prove me wrong.” His red tears eyes met yours and smiled with so much thankfulness. “Humans can be trusted and I’m not worthless for showing emotions.” Laughter left your lips happy and broken, leaning your forehead against his and whispering praises. “You’re beautiful and amazing. Even after every betrayal, everytime the world beat you down and only showed you the worst part of existence… you still chose to trust again, to trust me.”

Silent filled the air for a moment or two before your lover let out a sob and became overwhelmed with relief. Emotions he hadn’t felt since his creation and forced himself to get rid of once he saw the world for what it is. More tears pricked his eyes and dripped down his flushed red cheeks, seeing nothing but love and adoration in your irises. “It’s okay to cry. I’ll never leave you. Not ever.”

The dam broke, hundreds of years of suppressed despair and hurt came flooding back and pouring out of his heart. Scaramouche couldn’t believe he’d found you and not only did you not leave him but you loved him for himself and all he was. For months it felt like something was tricking him, leading him to believe that it was alright for him to open up and waiting to lull him into a false sense of security only to betray him once again.

You heard bits and pieces of babbles that he spat out, “I thought I could trust Katsuragi”, “that child was exactly like me”, and “she was my mother but she didn’t think I was worth keeping”. All of it felt like knives to your heart but you could only comfort the former harbinger and kiss his tears away. Holding him close to your own heart and letting the steady beat of it ground him, reminding Scaramouche that you were real and not another trick meant to hurt him.

His cries softened and became sniffles, streams being reduced to a trickle and breath shaky from hyperventilating. Meeting you gaze and hugging you tightly, kissing you with so much love and passion than he thought possible. “I have you and that’s all I need. The person who showed me love can be a good thing.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #comfort #scaramouche backstory

[homecomingvn]

Hey everyone! It's, uh, it's certainly been a minute.

If my brief return a few months ago and then radio silence yet again is any indicator, I'm sure most of y'all probably know where this is going.

HOMECOMING, as of now (and for the indefinite future) is going to be on hiatus, and maybe discontinued.

This project initially started out as a silly idea, a culmination of my love for the yandere vn community and the wonderful games it has created, and my original plot and cast of characters. In the beginning, I was trucking along, working on scripts, planning out routes, spending hours of research on coding and how to get this thing up and running. Not to mention, the attention my silly lil project garnered was a lot. At least to me. I've had a semi popular writing blog before, and was no stranger to inbox asks, and how they pile up, or the notes that popular posts can get.

I was far too ambitious in all honesty, and once the glitz and glamor of a new project wore off, I hit a massive wall. Hard. It seemed that to actually work on HOCO was much like pulling teeth - whether it was writing, drawing, or even *thinking* about it, I found myself sinking further and further into a imposter syndrome of sorts.

And well, I guess making this announcement is sort of proving it right.

Even so, I've always known when to take a step back, when to settle down -- and now, I'm just making it official. I owe you all at least that much.

The blog will be staying up - I have no plans to delete it in the slightest. I'll just log out of it most likely - I'll still be around on my personal tumblr, where I'll hopefully start being more active there again.

Nothing could have prepared me for just how much care, how much love you guys have shown HOCO - so much so, it's still hard to believe. All the fanart, the fanfic, the memes - they're all saved to my phone, in their own album. Thank you to all who have made amazing creations for my silly characters, as well as the countless asks y'all have sent - maybe one day I'll be able to answer all of them.

I really hope one day I can return to this project with fresh eyes -- I'm hoping real, substantial time away from it will help that process. There are other, personal projects that I've been doing that have helped that creative spark again, as well as indulging in traditional fandom activities, mostly fanart. Unfortunately, I think it's safe to say that my time in the Yan VN community is over for the time being, at least until/if I start working on HOCO again. (Or whenever I play the latest updates of 14DWY - I am the Leon Fan Club President after all ^^).

I've been rambling too long, and I think it's time to close this chapter for now. Thank you all again - and one last Henry for the road. They were there since the beginning of HOCO in 2019, so it feels right for them to be here at the end.

#🪳 - roachie scatter #♥️ - abt hoco #if you made it to the end thank you :3 #sorry about all the rambling - this has been rattling around in my head for months - im sorry it took this long

[ladybellissima]

One Piece Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Sweet sweet love

She didn't plan what was going to happen. This sudden change never crossed her mind at all. Nevertheless she was standing before the crying straw hat crew with a saddened look. It pained her to be the cause of their distress. It wasn't her intention to make such a step so suddenly, but deep inside she wouldn't be able to support them like she used to.

"(Y/N)… Are you really sure? This is really dangerous. They know that you belong to us.",Luffy asked frustrated.

Nodding while tears rolled down her face, (Y/N) bowed before them, which let them cry even more.

"I know but I have to try with my abilities that I am allowed to stay. There is so much for me to learn there. A chance to get better. I won't be able to forget this place. Please understand and forgive me. I sadly leave your crew but you will always be in my heart.. Thank you so much… For everything. For taking me with you to support me in becoming the best patisser of the world. For helping me collecting rare receipts and all the fun we had in baking and testing…. ",she spoke and took her things to put it into a small boat. Luffy came to her side and hugged her tightly. Feeling his strong grip she gave him time to get used to her decision.

It wasn't an easy one.

(Y/N) crossed the straw hat pirate's way on a small island where she worked at a bakery. Her dream to become the best patisser and be known over the seas got Luffy's attention immediately and the next moment she found herself onto his ship. It was her chance to get out of her nutshell. To get out and explore the world. Every island they sailed (Y/N) collected new recipes, rare creations to get more experience. The straw hats really helped her to come closer to her goal. And then it hit her. Like a ton of bricks and she never ever believed that something like that would change her whole point of view.

Love…

A desperate love to be exact. It was this moment where time stood still after you laid your eyes on someone who took your breath away. And this someone was none other than Katakuri Charlotte. The enemy. A feared pirate of the Big mom pirates. (Y/N) was part of their attack at Big moms tea party, but luckily hidden at the background with Chopper. The moment she locked eyes with him at the party felt like a firework of emotions. Her heart beated, no raced uncontrollably. Took her some time to calm her racking nerves, after they stayed in Bege's castle for safety. An intriguing partner of their plan. No one noticed, because it looked like she was scared. And to be honest at that situation everyone was, but she was just bitterly in love with a man who was about to kill them.

How stupid…. How unfortunate and how unfair….

A desperate one sided love.

It didn't help either to meet him again at the Sunny. Piercing their forms with his strong, intimating, sexy appearance. God he was handsome. She froze in the spot not of fear, no, because of amazement. Chopper pulled her to safety and they had to see how Luffy threw himself and the sexy mochi god into the mirror world. It was complicated. It pained her heart that she was in a position where she would never be able to see him again. (Y/N) knew how bad her chances were. Were there even any? She even was more worried about his condition than Luffy's wounds after he got back from their fight.

Everyone knew something was off after the whole cake adventure. They could feel that (Y/N) was suffering of leaving the island. Even if they had a hard time. The moment she was met with a world of sweets. It seemed too exciting to be reality. Her eyes sparkled of cacao island with the beautiful cafes made of sweets, producing sweets and selling sweets. The others could see that she had a hard time of collecting all those ideas she was met with. They didn't know that there was now another reason to stay at this sweet place.

"Luffy… I am so sorry.. I have to. This is my chance of working at a top patisserie…", she spoke and hugged everyone dearly.

Getting into the boat she traveled back to cacao island. It didn't take her long to meet Pudding who was beyond shocked to see her again. Explaining her risky plan she guided (Y/N) to whole cake chateau. She knew she could lose her life. Everything could end in an instant, but it was worth it, because she followed her instincts and mostly her heart. Never would she be happy again, if she didn't ever try.

Motivated (Y/N) stood before Big mom in person who was scaring the shit out of her and asking what her life was worth after causing her so much trouble. Nevertheless she was impressed that she had the courage to face her. She was mocking her for thinking that a former straw hat would be allowed to stay. Not after what they had done. But (Y/N) gave her a confident smile. Explained her dream. Told her about her skills, which made her quite interested. Quickly (Y/N) presented her the fascinating creation of fried chocolate bars. No words were needed anymore. With a deal that she would deliver her those sweets every day, (Y/N) was allowed to stay under her protection from now on. Her risky plan succeeded. And this led her to her present situation.

Sighing in delight (Y/N) tasted her cream, while standing in her kitchen. Her own kitchen with expensive equipment. She got an own Cafe with her name on it. It made her unbelievable proud. And it made her unbelievable happy to deliver her sweets to whole cake chateau, because maybe she was able to meet him. The second reason still was making her restless.

"It's been a while… What is he doing? Fighting? Sailing?..", she whispered dreamingly while filling her doughnuts with the whipped cream.

The sound of the doorbell got her attention and let her stop in her tracks. Brushing her hands on her cooking apron she approached the counter to greet her customer. But it wasn't an ordinary customer. It was him. Katakuri Charlotte. His tall form looked down to her small one in silence. The air got heavy. Her body froze in the spot, while his look seemed to pierce her uneasy gaze. She didn't expected him to come here to her shop. She didn't expected him at all anywhere, because she heard how busy he was. Surprised she smiled up to his emotionless look.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N). Are you here for your mother's daily sweets?", she asked nervously. Katakuri watched her for awhile and nodded shortly.

"Yes."

Their first conversation. Short. No details. How great. Nevertheless (Y/N) kept her smile and nodded happily. Quickly rushing back to the kitchen she shoved a big basket on small carriage and pulled it to the counter.

"I get it.", he spoke and grabbed the basket without any effort and lifted it up. Amazed she watched his doings and forgot how stupid her expression must look. Quickly she shook her head and avoid his amused expression.

"I have to go.", he spoke shortly and left immediately. Sighing she looked after him and realized how hard it really was to get to know him. After all she was just yeah (Y/N). Nothing extraordinary. Sighing she was aware of her non existent chance. On the other side Katakuri couldn't believe it. He heard the gossip from his brothers that a straw hat girl came back to life here. Even got a special deal.

How could someone be so reckless??

It took his interest and it let him offer her mother to get her sweets to have a reason. The moment he stepped into the building with this sweet scent let his heart flutter. He often stepped into bakeries, but in a way it felt different. He could feel the passion and love of someone, who really enjoy working here. It felt comfortable like never before. And the moment this girl stepped before him, looking surprised, shy and absolutely cute let his normal strong appearance tremble. He recognized her from the fight. He wasn't able to think about their meeting back then, but she was haunting his mind later on. How unfortunate for him to have such uncontrollable feelings. Never he had to deal with sleepless nights, because of thinking of a girl. A breathtaking girl he just met in between a fight. A girl he was attracted to. He thought about their leaving, about what she was doing now and where she would sail next. Everything with a bitter aftertaste.

But now standing before her made him clueless of what to do. Should he have asked something ordinary? But what? And wouldn't he look stupid? He was the sweet General after all. He would just embarasse himself. The part with getting connected wasn't so easy as he thought it would be. Alone seeing her let his body tremble of excitement and fear. Fear of rejection. Nevertheless he felt a stinging sweet longing inside of him. Sighing he hated himself for letting such an opportunity go.

"Wait…. Please!", her beautiful voice let him stop in his tracks. Looking behind, he was met with (Y/N) 's stunning bright smile. Running to his side he gave her a confused look after seeing another smaller basket in her hands.

"I am sorry Katakuri.. Oh forgive me.. Sweet General Charlotte.. Or no sweet general katakuri..", she stuttered embarrassed, which he found absolutely adorable and sweet. To be honest everything what she did was making him happy.

"Just Katakuri is fine. Don't worry (Y/N)..", he spoke and felt his heart flutter of her shy and flustered gaze.

"Thank you Katakuri. Here these are for you.", she smiled up to him and showed him the sweet doughnuts. Taking the basket from her hands he gave her a surprised look.

"a welcome and thank you gift for visiting my place. It made me really happy.", she spoke and didn't think about how it sounded. Red as a tomato she avoid his stunned gaze. For the first time he felt his face burn not of anger. No. It was because of her sweet and kind words.

" Hopefully you like doughnuts? It's a special recipe. They are filled with chocolate.",(Y/N) explained happily. Katakuri only needed the words "filled with" and was more than motivated to taste them.

"I love them…", he blurted out while his look wandered along the lovely coating of her sweets. There were little hearts placed on it, which let his smile under his scarf grew even more. Maybe it was just a decoration, nevertheless it gave him a sweet warmth around his heart.

" Really! Then enjoy Katakuri! I hope you like them. See you around! Bye", she spoke and grabbed her cooking apron to calm her nerves. Quickly turning around she rushed back to her Cafe. To her safe point where she leaned against the door and touched her chest. Her racing heart wasn't the only symptom, she had to endure at that moment. Was it too much? Too straightforward? But who knows when she would see him again. It felt nice to be by his side.

"Luffy… You were right. I found my luck on this journey. Thank you"

Smiling brightly Katakuri looked after her. Sweet. Everything she did was sweet. And her doughnuts would sure taste as sweet as she was.

And he was right.. so right. The moment he was back home he couldn't wait to finally reach his room. His secret hideout to get rid of the annoying fabric around his neck and making himself comfortable. Giving the heart decoration one last look he bite into it. And god he had to resist to not stuff it down his throat. They were good. Really good. No amazing. Sighing in delight he not only felt his stomach full. His heart was as well full of joy and love. Noticing a small note at the end of the basket he took it carefully with his sugar coated fingers.

"Have a nice day. See you, (Y/N)"

Smiling brightly he touched the letters and couldn't wait to visit her Cafe again.

"my sweet (Y/N)….see you soon… "

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

[lynzishell]

Happy Simblr Gratitude Day!

I’ve been sending some individual Asks around for Simblr Gratitude Day, but I didn’t have enough time to write them out for everyone I wanted to. So, I’m making a quick post to shout out all of you amazing people that have brought me endless amounts of joy and inspiration.

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[multi-writer]

The Broken Hearts Club - Eddie Munson

Friends Ending

Lovers Ending

Summary: After being best friends for years you finally decided to tell Eddie about your feelings. But what happens when an unexpected person comes along to ruin your plans?

A/N: Guess who´s back? and with a 5.3k words (or 12 pages) angst about Eddie? Hell yeah. This is a bit based on @/bloomsbury art. She´s amazing, all her works are *Chef kisses* and I needed to write this lol. I´m thinking this will have two endings - Lovers ending and Friends ending. (BTW I'm also working on another Steve fic, another Eddie one shot and the next chapter of Love in the Past) Thanks for all your support and I hope you like this fic too!

Warnings: curses, angst, nothing about the upside down happened,.

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The words became landscapes, people, emotions. Your eyes passed line after line, taking in all the ideas and creations that the author had put into his work. The noises around you dissipated the moment you stepped into the book, even the boys next to you had become invisible to the characters and their actions that enveloped your mind. Or so you thought until a knock next to you brought you out of your world.

“Ready for the new adventure coming?" asked Eddie Munson happily as he sat down at his place at the table. Gareth, Dustin, Mike and Jeff shouted a -Yeah!- excited about Eddie's new plan to get them into his D&D world. The boy smiled and then turned his gaze to you causing you to close your book and place it on the table, your elbow landed next to it to cup your cheek with your hand and look at it expectantly.

"Ink!" shouted Eddie with one of the many nicknames he had given you for your taste in books "Any plans or suggestions to make the new world more entertaining?". You just shrugged.

"I still don't know what you have planned Munson, I must read it to give my opinion. Now if you will allow me to go back to my book" You said as you picked it up again and opened it to the page where you had left off.

"After school come to the van and I'll show you what I have" Eddie said to get a thumbs up from you agreeing to his plan. The rest of the guys continued to talk about how excited they were about the new plan Eddie was going to create for them to play with. You, from time to time, looked up to admire the long haired boy talking enthusiastically to his buddies making you smile.

You and Eddie had met years ago at the town library when you were both looking for something new to read. The boy was fighting with a local helper while you were behind him waiting to check out more books. Hearing that the 15 year old boy couldn't find anything like LOTR -and that the assistant didn't know how to help him- you decided to recommend him 'Salem's lot' book by a new writer who was dedicated to horror, a very different reading from LOTR but that you had liked a lot. The boy accepted the book in surprise and decided to take it to him instead of continuing to fight. Seeing him go, you just smiled and signed the borrowing list for 'The Shining' book by the same author. When you came out you found Eddie sitting on the stairs waiting for you as he started to read the book, when he saw you he quickly stood up and introduced himself by extending a hand to you. Since then, the two of you were inseparable, even when he was two years older than you, you would always go out to play or talk forming a crush for the boy. Now, just out of high school, you were ready to confess your feelings to him.

"Eddie? Did Chrissy throw you a smile? And you smiled back?!" Your friend's exclamations brought you out of your literary bubble to look at Eddie, then turn to see the cheerleader leaving the cafeteria and return your gaze to Eddie who was still looking at the girl.

"What...what's going on?" you asked in a shaky voice fearing the worst. Eddie just shrugged his shoulders and stood up on the table to make dramatic talk.

"As you know it's my senior year" he held out his arms as Jeff let out a groan interrupting his friend.

"Dude, you've been saying that for two years" The boy put his face in his hand in boredom. Eddie just held up his finger as he smiled at him.

"Well being my senior year, I finally got up the nerve to talk to Chrissy and I'm going to try to ask her to go out with me" he put his hands on his chest. "And not only will I walk out of here with a diploma in hand flippin Higgins the bird, but I'll walk out of here with the queen of Hawkins in my arms."

For every comment Eddie made your face was dropping, as if the life had gone out of it. Gareth discreetly put his hand on your leg making you jump a little in surprise and turn to look at him. The boy looked at you with sad eyes for what was happening.  Gareth had discovered your crush on Eddie a year ago when he inadvertently overheard you talking to Robin about your love for your best friend.

"Besides, it would be perfect! She and I have known each other since we were kids!" exclaimed Eddie as he jumped down from the table startling some girls. Hearing the bell Eddie grabbed his things quickly. "I'll go talk to her before she goes into class. This is finally going to be my year!" he yelled as he walked out of the cafeteria causing several students to let out a laugh.

The rest of the guys started to get up from the table to grab their stuff and go to their classes, leaving you alone with a broken heart and in shock at what had just happened.

"But... we knew each other when we were kids too" You said quietly as you watched the door where Eddie had left.

-.-

"I'm telling you, of all those losers you could have fallen in love with you decided to do it with Eddie Munson" Robin commented as you both walked to your lockers after a day of classes. "There's even dingus! If you like you can come with me to work and who knows, maybe something will happen" Said your girl best friend as she put her books in her locker, you were leaning on yours as you thought about what you were going to do.

"It's not that simple Robin, it's not that Steve isn't cute, but there's something about Eddie that's different, plus the way I feel about Eddie has been since I was a kid." you commented as Robin let out a sigh and closed her locker to grab you by the shoulders.

"Hun, I know it's hard, but I don't want you to end up with a broken heart just before you finish high school. Tell me, did you get the letters from the colleges yet?" Robin tried to change the subject making you smile.

"I already got two, but Columbia´s still missing," you commented. The girl let out a small 'Yes!' as she punched the air with her fist.

“You better tell me when you get your answer, then you will leave this place to start living and become the best writer in the world. Who knows, maybe you'll become so famous you'll meet Tom Cruise and get married and have lots of babies. I mean, have you see him in ‘Top Gun’?" She said as she raised both eyebrows making you let out a laugh. Robin managed to distract your mind for a moment until Gareth and Jeff approached.

"Hey, have you seen Eddie? It's almost time for D&D" commented Jeff as he rubbed both hands together excitedly. You grabbed your backpack and started walking to the school exit along with the two boys and Robin.

"No, I'll go to his van to check that everything is well planned and that this new game goes well" you commented smiling, the boys watched you happily and then said goodbye to go to the drama room where they would get ready to play.

"Want a ride? Nance will pick me up to take me to work" commented Robin as she stopped in front of the school doors. You just shook your head.

"I'm fine, thanks. I'll go check out that D&D thing" you told her as you pointed to Eddie's van.

"Perfect, if anything happens call us" Robin started to walk away when she saw Nancy in her car waiting for her. "And remember!" she yelled. "Tom Cruise is a thousand times better, and that's a lot coming from me!"

You just shook your head as you smiled and started walking towards Eddie's car, from which music was blaring, giving you to understand that the boy was inside. As you approached you held your backpack tightly with one of your hands to open the door with the other.

When you opened the car door you were confronted with a scene you hadn't expected to see yet. Chrissy was on Eddie's lap as they both quickly separated to see who had interrupted them. You let out a little scream and then slammed the door shut to leave them alone. Heat ran down your cheeks from the embarrassment you felt as a lump quickly formed in your throat. Inside the car you could hear noises from both teenagers for a moment until the door slammed open again.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that" Eddie commented with a relaxed smile as he held his notes in his hand. "Here's what I was thinking of doing for D&D, anything or suggestions let me know, okay?" he asked as Chrissy's voice could be heard inside the Van calling for him. The boy smiled even wider and handed you his notes to start getting into his car. "Oh, and tell the rest that I'll be there in a few moments" he commented one last time and then closed the door in your face without giving you a chance to say anything else.

You saw his notes in your hands for a few moments and then saw the car door, the music was still playing and this time it was accompanied by Eddie and Chrissy's laughter. You just turned around and started walking towards the school as small tears fell from your eyes and you bit your lip to keep from sobbing on the spot, your cheeks still red with embarrassment. You quickly made your way to the school entrance to go to the Drama room and drop off Eddie's notes.

You weren't planning to check them out.

As you walked in you could hear the voices of the boys excited about their new game. Gareth was the first to turn around, who, upon seeing you, quickly got up from his seat to walk over to you and hug you.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly as you held his shirt tightly for support.

"Eddie and Chrissy" you commented between breaths, however Gareth understood. The boy directed you out of the room so you could have more privacy in the empty hall.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Gareth said as he continued to hug you. You just pulled away and denied as you wiped your tears with the palm of your hand.

"No... just take this, the notes. Give them to him when he gets here, yes?" you asked as you handed him the notes and then rubbed your hands on your arms comforting yourself. Gareth just looked at the notes and nodded.

You mumbled a small 'thank you' and started walking towards the school exit to go straight home. You weren't planning on staying to watch them play after what had happened. The walk home wasn't long, so when you arrived you were still crying about what had happened earlier that day.

How had Chrissy gotten in a few days what you had waited more than five years for?

Life was truly unfair.

As you entered your house you could hear your mother in the kitchen listening to the radio to make the place feel so lonely. You left your backpack in the living room and then went to the bathroom. In the mirror you could see that your eyes were crystal clear while the rest of your face was red from crying, you took your time trying to recover and wet your face. When you came out you went straight to your room.

"(Y/n) Is that you?" your mom asked from the kitchen as you lay down on your bed.

"Yes! I'm going to sleep for a while!" You shouted to her as you hugged one of your pillows, hearing no answer you closed your eyes and thought of something other than Eddie. You stayed like that until you fell asleep.

Hours later you felt a hand on your shoulder trying to wake you up while at the same time you felt a gust of wind coming through the window.

"Eddie...?" you asked as you tried to wake up.

"No honey, it's mom. You got mail" Your mother said in a soft voice so as not to upset you, you kept trying to regain consciousness until your brain caught what your mother had said.

You got mail.

You quickly got out of bed to run downstairs. In the kitchen you saw that your mother had put the other two letters next to the new one. You had only applied to three colleges, so your heart was pounding with nerves. Your mom came up behind you to pull up a chair so you could sit down.

The first letter was from Northwestern University, your third choice, which you quickly opened and ran your eyes down the lines hoping to find one you liked.

"I'm in!" you smiled at your mom who hugged you tightly. You pushed aside her response to then open the next letter and second choice. Sadly University of Pittsburgh had left you on the waiting list.

Nervously you looked at your first choice. Columbia. That was your dream since you knew you wanted to write, so you slowly reached out your hand and took the letter. You opened it with all the patience you had at the time, running your eyes over the lines of the letter and taking in all the information you could gather. When you found your answer you let out a gasp and ran out of your house with letter in hand.

You had never run as fast as you did that night, when you arrived at Eddie's trailer you knocked loudly on his door until someone opened the door. Wayne was looking at you while carrying a cup in his hand.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?" The man asked tenderly, after all he saw you as a daughter watching you grow up along with his nephew. You, between breaths, showed him the letter from Columbia. The man read the letter slowly and then let out a sigh of relief and hugged you tightly. "I knew you would make it, you are a pride for all of us," he said between tears. "Eddie's not here, he's out with that girl and I don't know when he'll be back. Do you want me to tell him the good news?" you just shook your head.

"No, I'd like to tell him myself Wayne" you commented as you hugged the letter containing your future. You didn't think to tell him that the fact that Eddie was with Chrissy hurt you - However, Wayne knew about your feelings for his nephew - the man just nodded and then gave you another hug to congratulate you - or maybe comfort you.

Behind Wayne you could see the clock and noticed that Robin was not yet off work, so you said goodbye to Eddie's uncle and started walking straight to the video store. Images of Eddie with Chrissy flashed through your mind and then changed to Columbia. Finally good things were happening.

When you arrived you noticed Robin and Steve arranging several movies, the sign at the entrance said that the store was already closed, but you didn't care and walked through the door making the little bell ring.

"Can't you read? We're closed" Steve said without looking at you as he continued doing his work. Not hearing you leave, the boy turned to look at you. "you doesn't listen either? What already..." you interrupted him by lifting the letter in your hands causing Robin to let out a scream and run to hug you pushing Steve on his way causing the boy to let out a small 'hey'.

"You got in! You got in didn't you? Because if you didn't this would be really awkward" Robin started rambling while holding your shoulders, you just nodded with a huge smile and then hugged again. As you pulled apart you could see Steve looking at you with a smile as he came over to hug you.

"Congratulations" he whispered in your ear causing you to thank him equally whispering.

"Now if you'll have a chance to make a name for yourself, meet Tom Cruise and finally forget about Eddie" Robin commented without thinking causing Steve to pull away from you abruptly to grab your shoulders.

"Eddie? Like Eddie Munson" The boy looked at you quizzically as you nodded shyly, Robin just kept quiet as she watched you, noticing that no one was talking, the girl continued.

"But it doesn't matter, you will leave this place and live the life you deserved and wanted for a long time" She commented as she lifted her shoulders.

"Besides Eddie is with Chrissy" you commented looking at her causing her to stop dead in her tracks and turn to look at you in surprise.

"What? What do you mean?" Robin walked over as you explained to her what had happened outside the school after she had already left. When you finished Robin gave you a hug to comfort you as Steve shifted his gaze from you to Robin.

"What the fuck is going on? I come out of school and the freak is dating the prettiest cheerleader. Nothing makes sense" Steve commented quietly only to get a smack from Robin to shut the guy up. "But it doesn't matter! What matters is that someone from this town will fulfill their dreams at one of the top colleges in the country!" Steve tried to fix what he had said by making you laugh. You won´t let anyone take away your happiness.

However, the next few days and weeks were more complicated. You saw them every day showing some affection causing your jealousy to grow even more. But it all went downhill a few weeks before graduation. At lunch time you were the first to arrive at the table so you decided to take out one of your favorite Stephen King books - you didn't feel like reading something romantic and remember that didn't exist in your life - and distract yourself while the rest of the group arrived. One by one they began to arrive and talk about what they had done the night before.

"(y/n) why haven't you come these days?" asked Dustin as he looked at you with his sparkling eyes and a small smile making you smile. Gareth was just silent as he looked at you worriedly.

"I wasn't feeling well, I wanted to go home to rest before the big day" you commented as you continued your reading. "Hope you didn't miss me too much" you finished jokingly.

"Don't worry, Chrissy made sure there wasn't a girl missing from the game" Mike commented nonchalantly as he began to eat. You looked up so fast you thought you had hurt your neck.

"What?" you asked as you forgot what you were reading, your breathing became faster and faster and instead of sadness, anger began to fill your body. Mike continued talking without seeing that everything he was saying was affecting you.

"Yes, she has come with Eddie and seeing that you haven't been with us she took your place so no players were missing so -OW!" Mike shouted while holding his leg, Gareth -who had hit him- ran a hand across his neck signaling Mike to shut up. Before the boy could say anything else, Eddie arrived along with Chrissy, who sat her on his lap. The cheerleader just let out a small giggle as she blushed at the show of affection.

"Wow, Stephen King! I heard he´s al about horror" Chrissy, cute as ever, tried to draw you out while giving you an honest smile. It was impossible to be mad at her. You just smiled forcedly and nodded.

"He's one of my favorite writers. He's still relatively new to the world of literature but his stories are amazing" you commented as you closed your book then brought your hands under the table and scratched your palms in anxiety. Eddie let out a small laugh causing you both to turn to look at him.

"It's entertaining but kind of slow, personally they're not my thing" he commented as he gave Chrissy a small kiss on the cheek. His comment hurt thanks to the fact that Stephen King books were the reason the two had started their friendship. Chrissy, seeing that the comment had affected you tried to fix the situation.

"But they sound very interesting! Someday I'd like to read them" Chrissy turned to you with a smile as you looked angrily at Eddie.

"You're not going to like them, they're kind of boring" continued Eddie oblivious that you were getting annoyed.

"Eddie..." continued Chrissy. "I don't think-" you interrupted the girl.

"No Chrissy, let him continue. Tell me Eddie, what else is boring you" You said as anger began to take hold of you. Eddie took it as a sign to tease you a little.

"The people who read them. There's something about them that, I don't know, I don't like them" Eddie continued with a smile thinking they were playing games, however you finally snapped, so you got up to quickly grab your stuff and leave. His comment hurt a lot more than he could believe.

"See you guys later" you commented as you left the cafeteria, eyes filling with tears from frustration. Robin, seeing you leave, turned to Eddie to give him the finger and go after you. The entire hellfire club -and Chrissy- were silent, shocked at what had just happened. Eddie was speechless at your reaction, not expecting you to be so upset.

Robin met you in front of your locker as you threw your books down hard and wiped your tears with your hand, frustrating you even more. You, noticing Robin, started saying everything you had been holding in your chest.

"How dare he say such stupid things" you said to her as you slammed your locker shut. "He's an idiot!" you yelled as you kicked your locker trying to get all the anger out, your actions surprised Robin, who had never seen you like this before. Apparently years of holding in a feeling can take a serious toll on a person, especially when you saw them happy with another person.

"Besides, look at them! They're the perfect couple!" You continued in a mocking tone. "She's a walking rainbow, always positive and kind and the perfect popular girl while he's dark shades and metal and what everyone would fear. They complement each other perfectly! God I've been in love with him for years! What an idiot to think I had a single damn chance!" you put your hands over your face so your scream of frustration wouldn't be so loud.

When you took your hands away from your face you found not only Robin -who was leaning on the lockers while looking at the floor and biting her lip- but also Eddie who looked at you surprised by what he had heard.

The three of them were silent not knowing what to say, it was as if your voice had disappeared and his mind had gone blank. Eddie was the first to react by slowly approaching you as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

"Hey... I think we need to talk about this" You only shook your head, the boy finally had his desired girl in his arms, besides this was not the way you wanted him to find out about your feelings. You slowly turned around and started to walk away from him, but Eddie had other plans. The boy ran in front of you to grab you by the shoulders. "Look, if this was about the book I'm sorry, it was just a joke dude."

Dude

It was the first time he called you that and the worst time.

You looked at him angrily, eyes red and crystalline. You were already tired of everything that was happening and you didn't think you could take it anymore.

"Don't talk to me, don't come near me, let alone don't think I want to keep putting up with this. Goodbye Eddie." You forcefully removed his hands from your shoulders and then walked towards the school exit. You didn't plan on being there another minute.

Eddie stood looking at where you had gone, trying to think about what had just happened and what he had done wrong to have lost you. His thoughts were interrupted by Robin, who nudged him with her shoulder to go after you.

"If you thought this was all about a stupid book then you're a bigger idiot than I thought you were" Robin commented as she walked off to find you and not leave you alone. After all what you needed most at that moment was a shoulder to cry on and a friend to hug.

-.-

The next few weeks passed quickly, between classes and packing what you were taking to Columbia kept you busy and Eddie out of your mind. Since that sad day you hadn't gone near the table where you used to sit, nor had you talked to any of the club. You just went to sit with Robin and the school band to read. Before you knew it your room was almost empty and graduation day had arrived. You proudly received your diploma as your parents, Wayne, Steve, Robin and Gareth shouted with happiness for you.

Tears were falling and smiles were adorning the place, after a long time you were finally free and you were leaving the place. In the distance you heard screams and saw that the Hellfire club was screaming with excitement because their friend had finally graduated, Eddie looked happy for what had happened, causing you to smile a little, after all you still loved him. Your smile turned nostalgic as you watched him take pictures with Chrissy as they hugged and kissed. Your heart ached not only to see the two of them together, but because you would not see Eddie again for a long time.

Losing your best friend since childhood hurts more than losing a lover. 

Robin, dressed in her graduation gown, seeing you looking at Eddie, draped her arm over your shoulders to regain your attention back to your parents and friends.

"We need to go celebrate, after all you are almost leaving and I don't want your last day at Hawkins to be thinking about an idiot" she commented with a smile making you smile as she broke away to take one of your arms. Steve took your other arm to lead you towards the exit of the school you would never set foot in again.

It was time to celebrate.

Eddie looked for you among his friends, Chrissy and the crowd of people so he could hug you, after all you had managed to survive high school too. As he watched you leave with your friends and family -without turning to look at him- he let out a sad sigh and then turned his attention to Chrissy and smile. He had finally graduated and had the queen of Hawkins on his arm.

But why did he feel incomplete?

All afternoon Eddie thought about you, about what had happened, about how he wanted to go with you to celebrate together, to hold you, to be with you. The club had each gone home to enjoy the vacations, Chrissy was with the rest of her cheerleading friends who had graduated and Eddie was lying on his bed in his trailer. Wayne slowly approached with a small cake he had bought Eddie to celebrate his achievement. It wasn't much but it was special to both of them. As he saw his boy lying in his bed he realized how much he was hurting.

"Do you miss her?" Wayne asked as he walked over to Eddie with the small dessert in his hands making the boy smile.

"Chrissy? I'm going to see her tomorrow" he commented as he took the small treat in his hands. Wayne just shook his head.

"I didn't mean the cheerleader" Wayne's comment caused Eddie to duck his head knowing who they were referring to. Of course he missed you, there was no doubt about that, after all one day it was the two of you against the world and the next day it was the two of you against each other while the world watched. "You know, I didn't think you were going out with her" Wayne continued as he noticed the silence in his nephew.

"What do you mean old man?" asked Eddie with a small smile causing Wayne to give him a little shove for the nickname.

"You two were always together, you were inseparable, (y/n) I mean. After all you always liked her" Eddie lifted his shoulders. "And she'd give anything for you. But you still dated the cheerleader"

Eddie stood for a few seconds thinking until he came up with the answer.

"I was afraid" he said as he set the cake down on the small table next to his bed. "(y/n) is this special girl, she loved to dream and live big, there was no stopping her, wherever she was she lit up the room. And I'm...me."

"That's what she loved most about you, that it was just you" Wayne commented.

"I think I'd rather have her next to me as my friend than lose her forever as my girlfriend" Eddie continued as he lay back down, bringing his hands to his face trying to hide the small tears that were falling from his eyes. "And yet I still lost her."

"You should talk to her as soon as possible. Take it as an advice from this old man" Wayne replied as he patted his nephew's leg then got up to leave for work.

Eddie spent the whole night thinking about everything he experienced with you, his past and his future, in every memory you were with him, he also thought about what Wayne had said.

It wasn't until the next day that Eddie finally made his mind, he got up to change his clothes and get ready, it took him a few minutes to find the keys to his van and run out of the house.

When he arrived at your house he noticed that one of your parents' car was missing, but he didn't minde, maybe one of them was already working. Noticing that it was still early, he decided to go to your bedroom window instead of ringing the doorbell and, among several plans, he managed to figure out how to climb the tree to reach your room. When he was well secured so as not to fall he began to lightly touch your window with one of his rings causing a high-pitched sound. After waiting 5 minutes and knocking 3 times he decided to try to open the window, which gave way easily.

As he entered he began to talk, but stopped when he noticed something different in your room. Several things were missing from your place, the white walls looked at him as they were not caught up with the posters you had and most of your books were missing from your bookshelf. Eddie watched your room some more as his breathing began to quicken at not finding you in your room.

You had already left Hawkins.

#eddie munson fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn angst #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot

[solara-bean]

Hello! I saw you fan fiction of the Wolf and thought it was too cute not to make fanart of. Hope you like this quick little sketch of your art Y/N.

OH MY GOD!!! THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!! I'M GONNA CRY THANK YOU SO MUCH😭💕💕💕💕

This really got me thinking of how Death would react to it so here you go☺️

Y/n's mood improved exponentially after their encounter with Death. Their friends, although still in shocked and horrified that they unknowingly let their pal spend time with such an entity, were happy to see them doing better. Y/n made sure to have more fun and relaxation like the wolf had encouraged. Before they knew it weeks turned to months and still no creation was made. They tried not to let it bother them. ' Let it come naturally', they remembered.

Then in a sudden burst of power they got it! Something fun and simple for them to make and possibly put into a gallery: art pieces for the colors of the rainbow. They loved exploring colors so this was perfect. Now all they had to do was think of a subject for each color. Red was first. It was a no-brainer on what the subject would be since it was always on their mind anyway.

They finished it in two days, taking their time and loving every second of it. It was evening when they'd finished cleaning everything up. They were pondering on what to have for dinner when a knock came at the door. They couldn't help but gawk when they saw who was waiting for them.

" Hello little red."

" It's you!" they exclaimed, pulling Death in for a hug. " I can't believe you're really here."

" I'm here querida," he held them gently, " I'm here. Sorry it took me so long."

" No apology needed. I'm just happy you're back." they guided him inside by the hand. " Come in. I was just about to get dinner ready."

" Ooo, what's on the menu?"

" Not quite sure yet, but I've got a few ideas. I can get you something to drink while you wai-" they came to a halt, " Hm?" looking back at Death, they saw his gaze fixed on something.

The canvas covered by a tarp, resting against the wall amongst closed paint cans.

' Oh no.' Y/n thought.

But it was too late. Death had already been looking at them with an overly amused grin.

" You made something." his voice was full of endearment.

" I did." they let go of his hand to wipe off their sweaty palms on their clothes.

" Well aren't you gonna show me?"

" Uuuhh...no."

The wolf made a mock sound of offense, hand clasped over his chest.

" Why? You aren't going back on our deal are you?" he sighed.

" No! Not at all."

" Then why can't I see it?" he leaned in, eyes curious and ears perked.

" Because..." they sighed." I'm worried you won't like it. I'm still a bit rusty you know and uh," they rubbed the back of their neck and averted his gaze," it's kinda about you."

Death's brows shot up.

" Me?"

" Mhmm"

After a few quiet moments, he carefully took hold of their face and gave them to softest look he could muster.

" I'm sure it's amazing." he got closer and rubbed his fluffy cheek against the side of their face, a low growl similar to a purr was heard. "Please give me the honor of seeing it first."

That's all the encouragement Y/n needed. With shaky steps and sweaty palms, they marched over and ripped off the tarp the same way you'd rip off a bandaid. Then they waited. And waited. And waited some more. Dear god this was torture! They finally mustered the strength to look at him and he was just...standing there. Eyes wide and no tell to what emotion he was feeling.

" S-so uh...what do you think?"

Still nothing. Was he even breathing??!

" It's the start of a series for every color of the rainbow. Red's first and your eyes are the prettiest red I've ever seen so- Oh my god please just tell me you hate it so I can-"

" I love it."

Y/n could've swore their heart stopped.

" What?"

" I..love it." he said again. Then a wide smile spread across his face. " I love it!"

In seconds Y/n was scooped up into the most crushing yet safest hug ever. They both laughed as he spun them around.

" Really? You really like it?"

" Yes of course I do! It's amazing." He pulled back to look them in the eyes. " You're amazing. I'm so proud of you Y/n."

Y/n sniffed and buried their face in his cloak to hide the tears that were forming. They remained like that for awhile, content as ever.

" How long will be staying?" they asked not bothering to move and neither did he.

" A week. Is that enough time for you querida?"

Y/n pulled away to give him a small peck on his nose.

" It's perfect."

#puss in boots the last wish spoilers #wolf puss in boots #puss in boots wolf #puss in boots death #puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots wolf x reader #seriously thank you this is really good art #you got his eyes perfectly #I really want that kitty mug

[fatuismooches]

Hello smooches! Before I begin, I wanted to say I LOVED your fragile reader story! And I can’t stop rereading everything you write about dottores beloved because it makes me feel so fluffy inside🥹🥹. Though I was expecting a sad ending it still made me cry like a baby and now I wanna fight but also hug you for how freaking talented you are!!! I swear I wish I could write as amazing as you do!

Now back to business, (ANGST) I had this random thought of fragile reader going blind due to their illness. Like it started slowly, so reader would randomly bump into things or trip causing Zandik or the clones to lightly scold them for being so clumsy but also make sure they’re okay. Or struggling to read one of the stories to little zandy due to how strangly blurry the words were.

And once one of the clones who was assigned to check their health, quickly noticed the deteriorating sign of the readers sight. This of course led to Zandik doing multiple tests and scans, coming to conclusion this was part of the disease fragile reader has. Preforming eye surgery on his beloved wasn’t an option either due to how frail their body was and it would cause far too much strain, therefore deemed too risky.

This would of course lead to fragile reader going fully blind and more in an upset state. Now officially no longer able to see those beautiful red eyes of his, or marvel at his creations.

Dottore however, despite being disappointed by this new obstacle, he doesn’t give up finding a cure. Going the extra mile to have fragile reader escorted around the halls of the lab by one of the clones and having them memorize the place so they don’t bump into walls or randomly end up in dangerous rooms. They would even round some of the edges of tables and desks so fragile ready couldn’t hurt themselves by bumping into it and ensuring all dangerous objects were out of the walk way. Though fragile reader wouldn’t be able to go in the lab anymore due to so many sharp objects and tripping hazards they always find themselves somehow inside leading to the clones panic and escorting them back to their room.

I like to imagine zandy too holding readers hand while escorting them around or even foxttore tugging on reader’s leg and leading them back after getting lost.

Dottore or one of the clones would have reader place their hands on his face allowing them to feel every scar and crevice, and brushing their fingers against his fluffy hair. He would even take fragile readers hand and place it over one of his creations (the safer ones), allowing them to figure out what it is.

Anyways have a wonderful year and thank you so much for the Dottore thoughts I’ve been inhaling them in as of it were oxygen. 💝💝

AHHH!! ❤️❤️ Thank you so so much!! I'm really happy you enjoy my Dottore hehe the goal is to make you feel very very fluffy!! >:) Here's my obligatory *hugs you* ofc ewjfbww I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT PLEASE. I JUST LOOKED AT YOUR ART AND IT'S SO DELICIOUS I'M GONNA EAT IT?? I WISH I COULD DRAW LIKE THAT DOTTORE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING?!?! (BUT REALLY YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME FOR THE DOTTORE THOUGHTS!!)

But omg this whole brainrot is just... 💔 It's just one of those things you'd never thought would happen to you. Your illness had already taken so much from you, that you thought it couldn't steal anything else... you were wrong of course, fate had never been kind to you. You didn't pay much attention to the developing blurs or black spots, just chalking it up to being tired or whatever. However, the segments are extremely attentive to your sudden changes and don't let anything slip by them. Although this time it is already too late. There is nothing that can be done that wouldn't hurt you even more, and so you lose your visual window to the world. And though the segments and Dottore try to comfort you, what can they say that could make it better? Nothing would ever make up for losing such a crucial part of your life. They can only hold you as you cry about how scared you are to lose them. And how you want to wake up every day to them but now a part of that is taken away, no longer being able to see their beautiful faces.

In the beginning, without your sight, you have the need to either consistently hear Dottore's voice or hold a part of his body to feel reassured, otherwise, you feel terrified and alone. You don't want to be by yourself, you end up falling asleep on a segment or Dottore every night. It's very hard for you to navigate but thankfully your lovers are very patient and understanding. You miss going into the lab and bothering them with the experiments but at the least, you can listen to their voices. Their voices become much more special to you after losing your vision. You really start to notice how each of them has different tones, pitches, inflections... and how these things can change. Since you can't read their expressions or body language anymore. You love each of their voices immensely. And their warmth too... it makes you feel reassured. (They make sure to warm their hands just for you.) Unfortunately, the places you can walk around to are a lot more limited due to the fact that Dottore's lab in general is a whole safety hazard. Good thing is that Zandy is always willing to help,, I imagine he's always the one to read to you now... maybe you can't see his drawings anymore but he always takes your hand and places it over them... excitedly telling you about his childish drawings that you love so much!! Giggles the Puffttores as well... dozens of them crawling up your leg to stop you... they and Foxttore will defend you to the DEATH.

You definitely become a lot more touchy, and the clones won't stop you from touching them all over if that will make you feel better. Aww you guessing his new inventions 🥹 It would totally become a guessing game and he'd refuse to give you any hints! And even though you may not be able to see his beauty anymore, you vow to never forget the picture of him in your head.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #when i read this for the first time i just died (for good reasons) #soft... im imagining the fluff where reader gets their vision back nowww 😭 #BUT THANK U AGAIN UR WORDS AND THIS BRAINROT MADE ME SMILE VERY MUCH

[thebottomfromhell]

Hey, dude! I recently discovered ur page and I read all of ur posts- they were all amazing!?!??! I love ur writing sm 🕺🕺

Anyway- May I request the upper moons (any of ur choice) reacting to male reader having a hUge crush on them? (Maybe to make it more interesting, with reader being muzan's son??)

Okay, that's all for me. Have an amazing day/night, and thanks in advance (if you decide to write this ofc-)

Hey! I'm glad you like my posts, and I have no idea how being "Muzan's son" would work but I'm so into the idea right now. Forget Muzan as Demon King or as Daywalker, Father!Muzan is the greatest menace!

I'm so sorry for this being so late, and to make things more interesting the Uppermoons I chose are Muzan's favorites and Douma (the one he hates the most), I think that if his son had a crush on Hantengu, the clones or Gyokko he would only be like "No. Choose something else."

Muzan's son (Demon Reader) having a crush on Uppermoons and Muzan having more than an opinion about it.

Warnings: ... Muzan is awful and probably so OOC in this.... Slight gaslightning (?) Idk, this is a funny one, but Akaza always brings angst to the table.

Gyutaro:

You must pity Gyutaro, you always loved how he became shy at the slightest positive attention, cheeks becoming red as he scratches himself nervious and tries to make himself as small as possible, looking every once in a while to the exists. But this is too much!

You have been going too frequently to the Red Light District, just wanting to chat with Gyutaro or invite him to eat or go out somewhere, but he is way too shy! Always hiding and leaving Daki to face you (which you think is very cute, but still! You want him to pay attention to you too!) It was clear father was going to notice something was off ("No father, I am not pouting! Your son doesn't pout!") and interrogated you about it. You ended having to confess.... father took it better than expected. And that was the problem, since his answer was "Oh, of course you would like Gyutaro. You are my son, after all, you must have a good taste. He is one of the best creations of my blood, so it's nothing but fitting that you become partners." Say what now?

And so, with Nakime hosting you all, with no Daki around but Gyutaro kneeled in front of father, is that you also want to be anywhere else as he are in a corner, blushing and cold (can you even sweat? Why is this happening? You just had to open your mouth!). "Of course, Gyutaro, having a relationship with my son would be nothing but beneficial. I am sure he will make you very happy, and I'm confident you can make him happy in return." No. Please no. This is so embarrasing, your father just outed you out and is trying to match you up with the crush you have been chasing for years. Even Nakime looks uncomfortable!

By the time you realize, you are left alone as father starts to fix things for a wedding... WEDDING? YOU ARE NOT READY FOR A WEDDING! SPECIALLY AFTER SUCH AN EMBARRASING MEETING! DAMN! "Ne... I didn't expect this..." WHY? What excatly are you supposed to say?! "Oh, don't pay any mind to it. Hehehe.... father is just... old. I'm sure he will get over it. I don't know why he did al this-" you start to ramble. Why are you rambling? "Ok, ok I get it! Ne, no need to get like this. I'm pretty sure it's a misunderstanding, ne. You are probably disgusted to be paired with someone as ugly as me. Ne?"

Gyutaro smiles, probably thinking he was being understanding. No! That was not what you meant! Why is father doing this to you?! "No! I mean, right, you are not the nost handsome demon but who cares? You are fierce, and protective, and chill, I like being with you! I have been trying to be with you in the past years but you always hide and father got invested and I didn't mean for any of this to happen but you are great-" rambling again, huh? Sucks to be you. By the time you realize what you are doing you slow down your words and look to Gyutaro, face blushed as he is frozen in the spot with his eyes open to the point they look like they will slip out of their sockets. He shakes his head before interrupting. "Wait, wait, wait, ne! Stop talking, ne, shut up! You... like... me? Like, me, really? Ne?"

.... you have no idea what to say. "Wow, your taste is shit, ne. But I guess I also like shitty things. Talk to Muzan-sama off, please. I... ne, if you want to visit.... I might recieve you." He smiles before leaving almost in a blink, you are not sure how he will get out of the Infinity Castle by his own but.... your mind can only form one idea.... Gyutaro wants to see you... he wants to see you... "Success!" Well, more or less, but still!

Nakime:

Nakime looks like she would prefer to be anywhere else, which says a lot because she has not put one foot out of the Infinity Castle ever since she got it. Of course she wouldn't want to step outside, this place is built under her desires and kept under her watchful eye! Nothing happens here without her knowing! Nothing happens here without her willing it so. Your father being the only one who doesn't has to abide this, too powerful, too important. Just like her, which is what puts her above the Kizuki system. Pretty, talented, elegant, cold, always in control of herself, almost regal, you could watch her for hours just play with her Biwa. You have, as long as she has let you.

So why are tou now in this situation?! "Therefore, Nakime, I believe that is only proper for you to get close to my son. I am sure this is not an inconvenience for you, is it?" Long story short, you have been simping trying to hard to get closer to Nakime, who since a long time ago has you living in the fortress under your father's order to keep you safe... he figured out what was happened (and she probably did too) and decided to do something about it. By ordering her to answer to your efforts.... "Of course, Muzan-sama."

Is she mad? She sounds mad. Damn! You don't want her to hate you and your father is only looking at you with a "you're welcome" face. Father, what are you so proud of? Can't you see you are doing nothing but embarrasing this son of yours?! In front of the woman you like?? You are even tempted to just step to the sun and avoid the, but right now it's night. Nakime wouldn't even let you do so if it was daytime, that would her in danger from father.... you probably hate your life right now, don't ya?

"Nakime-san, I'm so sorry about father. He-well-he shouldn't have brought this up to you..." you try, but ever since that meeting Nakime has been ignoring you, just letting you be around.... "Stop apologizing. I already said I don't care." well, it's not that different from what it was before that talk. You have no idea if that makes it better or worse, but you always bounce back to the topic, no idea if you actually want a reaction from her or what.

"Listen here. To me this is not ideal, but for a long time you have been something I had to deal with. If Muzan-sama wants me to invest my time and effort in knowing you better then I will, but I would also appreciate if you didn't make this more akward than it has to be. Your choice." She gave you the longest answer ever... you have never heard her talking so much to anyone, not even father. That surprises you, besides the fact that she is willing to get out of her comfort zone...

Now, if only you could be as level-headed as her, it would be perfect... whatever, you still got time to fix it.

Akaza:

"Is something bothering you, son?" Please don't. Father, your son is begging for you to not put that face of expectation and judgement! Then again, there is nothing you can do against it, even looking on the other side won't stop you from seeing it "You have grown... jaded. It pains and worries me the idea that you would hide from me something that brings you discomfort. Don't you trust me enough?" Yes! No! It's complicated! But again, he doesn't even need to see what is on your mind, just a few sentences are enough for you to reclutantly confess... that you have been trying to follow Akaza... and that you think he is handsome... with a cute face... and nice personality... strong, endearing, talented, hard-working, honest, fierce, stubbo- everyone gets it!

Unfortunately for you, and Akaza, this includes your father. The next day, yes day, so nobody can leave until after twilight.... Your father is evil... "Muzan-sama.... Y/N.... why did you call me here?" His tone softens up when he says your name, it always does. You know Akaza doesn't get along with other demons, but he seems to make an exception with you. That always make you feel... proud? Happy? A mix of both?

"You have always been loyal to me, Akaza, I think it was time I rewarded you. After all, I know how much you crave for a... more intimate relationship." Oh no, oh hell nah! "Father...." He only waves his hand in dismissal "Hush now, I'm dealing with it for you, son. You see, Akaza, my son has grown quite fond of you, and as far as I can tell, you too share some appreciation for him." Akaza has his eyes as big and round as plates, irises turning fast between you and your father, as if that would answer what the hell is going on. He is also blushing, probably for being outed as a demon that craves deep bonds. You could already tell, but that is strange for demons. "Emm.... Y/N is... he is good."

"Huh. You could upgrade that answer. Still, I'm glad we are all in the same page. I will leave you two lovebirds alone." He claps his hands to together as if to tell his business is over. You can only blush as your father calls Nakime's attention to send you and Akaza to some other place, somewhere safe and private, and by the time you turn around the Biwa stops sounding, your crush still kneeling behind you, not moving as he is still trying understand- "... What just happened?"

"Well... I'm not sure myself.... just know this wasn't my idea! I don't know why father did this. Well, I do know why, but I don't think he was thinking straight-" "You can feel it too?" He interrupts you, almost in a whisper, and you can see his eyes with a vulnerable shine "You also feel... that something... someone is missing? That... someone should be there and is not?" No, that is not exactly what you feel. You feel that you want Akaza there, not that there is someone missing in your life... that is a depressing thought....

"I can try to fill up... if you are willing..." Akaza just stands up, smiling weakly to you. "... sure. Let's try. It's... my reward... after all... you're good...." .... let's just hope this works.

Douma:

"Muzan-sama, why are you so aggressive tonight? You came all the way to my home to hit me?" Says the mouth as from the nose and up regenerate, besides his inner organs. Still, Douma seems unmoved by this, he already knows father doesn't like him and is probably the only demon that can live just fine with that. You were just coming to see him when your father decided to tag along. You did not trust it, but there wasn't anything you could actually do about it.

"You insolent disgrace! Tainting my son, involving you in your lies! In your fakeness! You thought I wouldn't notice how much he comes here?" Oh no, please don't, please no. You can only close your eyes and stay still as your crush recieved another blow. "I genuinely don't understand what you are talking about, Muzan-sama... oh, are you jealous that your son seems to want to spend more time with me than with you?" You usually admire Douma's lack of fear, but now? Provoking the Demon King to destroy his still healing body?

"Father, that's not what is happening!" You decide to interere before the man you like get's himself killed. Douma has always seem overconfident that your father would not kill him, going with the logic that "if he has not killed me yet then he won't kill me at all". "Douma has not done or said anything to me. I just..." you try to get the words to explain the situation without getting your crush in anymore trouble or having to admit your feelings in front of said crush. "I go to see Douma because I want to. No, it's to no against you because you hate him or whatever phase you think I'm going through. I just like to be with him, and talk, and spend time, and watch hi- in a conpletely friendly way! I-"

"Silence." Ok. Ok. You got it. No more talking.... but "Y/N, no inner monologue included." .... ok. You are listening. "And you, Douma, disgraceful and unbearable, you should feel honored for my son's attention. I hope you can learn do appreciate it, but I doubt it pretty much." Douma just smiles as always "Okeeey~." Damn, he is so cute and silly, and yet so unhelpful! Thankfully, your father only looks indignant for a last time before calling Nakime, cleaning his hands from Douma's blood with a towel.

Once the door to the Infinity Castle opens in the wall, you feel relieved. It could have been a lot worse. "Son. You know I would do anything to see you happy, right?" You don't like where this, again, is going, but answer none the less. "Yes father." He nods before looking at Douma with disgust. "You can keep that, as a present. But know I am extremely dissapointed with your taste. Of all my demons you had to have romantic feelings for the worst." Father rolls his eyes, scoffing, fefore leaving, making a hand signal to tell Nakime to close the door behind him, leaving you with your crush after your father confessed for you.

Damn. You really want to die right now. "Bye, Muzan-sama!" Douma doesn't even react, and he does notice that you are stared. "Calm down, Y/N. I already knew you were attracted to me. You were painfully obvious!" Yep, you want to die so hard right now it's almost funny. Cry or laugh, pick one. Fuck it, pick both.

Kokushibou:

Now..... this is akward. Father has been doing nothing but embarrass you in front of the U-pper-moon ONE, your crush, for the last hour. And the worst part is that Kokushibou still doesn't seem to understand what is happening and from where is coming from. "Muzan-sama, if there is something you want to say, just say it. While I don't dislike your son, I don't see how talking about him contributes to our quest." Really? WHY IS HE SO OBVLIOUS?! As you feel the need to pull your hair off your head you can see your father having that look of "if you don't tell me you are joking right now I will be terribly dissapointed" he always gives you when you say or do anything stupid.

You are in this situation because, since your father is the one who knows the most about Kokushibou, who is great. Really, he just looks so regal, so elegant and distant, like those weird poems of ages ago that you never understood. He is also very powerful and respected, even your father views him almost as an equal (almost, but it's the closes thing). And maybe you started rambling a bit... and blushing... and to ask personal questions that even got a "I really never intended to know that part of his life" as a sumarry of the answer. (It came with an interrogatory for an explicit confession.)

The thing is... he knows. Of course he knows, he is your father. And of course, your father, who always loved to control the smallest details of your life, decided to talk to Kokushibou about it. To try and heavely hint that to get closer to you is beneficial, and a course of action to take. But... but nothing, here is everyone, Nakime, father, Kokushibou and you, who can only look at your hands and try not to blush or day anything that would bring attention to yourself. "I understand. Let me be more clear to you." And here he goes.

"I want you to stablish a relationship with my son. I don't care what you do with it and I definetely don't want to know the details, but you are, at least, knowing each other further." Damn! Why is this happening?! You only wanted to know more about your crush! You didn't ask for any of this! "MuFazanther-sama" it's barely understandable as both you and Konushibo speak at the same time. You look at each other uncomfortable before you let him continue. "I never showed interest in starting any sort of relationship. I don't think it will be fitting for our respective roles as demons under your command."

Ohhhh, that hurt. That was a vocalized rejection and it hurt, even if it was very brave at the same time (because, let's be honest. Not even you can say "no" to father) ".... The thing, Kokushibou, is that I'm not asking, so I can't respect your wishes into the matter. Besides, I am sure that, once you get into knowing my son, you will change your mind. Before that, it's an oder. Are you going to disobey me?" After almost 10 minutes of tense silence... you have no idea how it happened, but now you are alone with Kokushibou outside the Infinity Castle. How do you explain him that this was not your doing?!

"Let's go." Huh? Another minutes of silence as Kokushibou begins to walk away. "Just because we are together now it doesn't mean I can negclet my original mission, so you are comming with me." .... you better work this so it stops being so akward.... fuck!

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #male reader #douma #gyutaro #akaza #kokushibou #nakime #i had fun making this #kny headcanons

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Hello! Could you tell me if Sauron got wrecked by a dog before or after he created werewolves?

Sauron made them first! What follows is a recap about the creation of werewolves, the story of Huan, and why the fight is important.

Sauron bound a "fell spirit" into a wolf body, creating Draugluin. Draugluin isn't the most powerful werewolf though as that is his son Carcharoth who Morgoth handfed people meat to like he was an oversized pet. For the record to people reading this: Morgoth is Sauron's boss, who is essentially LotR's Lucifer.

It's not exactly clear what Draugluin was before getting stuffed into a wolf but it is fair to assume he was originally another fallen and corrupted Maiar. But it's possible thanks to his title as "necromancer" that Sauron shoved a dead evil human soul in there if only to match the linguistic origins of "werewolf" as "man wolf".

Sauron also could turn into a wolf himself - which was part of the Epic Fight with the Dog. The dog being Huan, who protected Luthien and helped her and Beren fight off... a whole lot of enemies overall.

Huan was literally just a dog. A dog the "size of a small horse" that was showered with a nice package of blessings so he was functionally an elf in dog form. Immortal but could be killed. Prophesied to die after speaking three times. Orome really liked that dog. Which is to be expected of the Valar Archangel God of the Hunt. Note: this is specifically hunting Morgoths's monsters, not wild animals. He likes wild animals and dogs and horses.

Why Luthien and Beren had the epic journey adventure is under the cut. As is the summary of the journey, the actual fight, and the aftermath.

Luthien's father got together with a Maiar named Melian, who was basically a one woman force of nature who protected an entire city-state kingdom by making an Unpassable Location. The kingdom Doriath was basically Hidden and Safe and Amazing and probably had a few dumb policies as is wont to happen when you're isolated and cut yourself off from the world's problems.

Beren... somehow finds his way to the forests around Doriath. Sees her. They fall in love (echoing what will later be Aragorn and Arwen and part of why Elrond is sort of Freaking Out because he knows how this story goes and while he doesn't wanna be Thingol... ).

Beren can't get killed off by Thingol's orders because Luthien managed to get him to promise not to, or to imprison him for the Audacity, so Thingol manages to get him to go along with a deal: "come back with one of the Noldor's stolen Silmarils from Morgoth's crown and you may have my daughter's hand in marriage."

This is meant to be a Solo Thing but Beren asks Finrod for advice. Finrod is a bamf and one of the big brothers to Galadriel and kicks all kinds of ass. He remembers all the drama of the Silmarils and was one of the Noldor who opposed the Oath to cross the artic ice for revenge to get them back... look there's a huge mess with the Silmarils and why Oaths are Bad and why no one trusts the Noldor or especially not Feanor or his sons. I don't want to get into it right now, their creation, or why specifically Galadriel's brother getting involved is a big thing. Like I get the reasons because that's Feanor's creation and Morgoth egged him on before swiping them, but god damn. But Finrod wasn't gonna go with them but then he didn't want to get cut off from his friends who did so he went along.

So hearing "I promised to get the Silmarils back" probably wasn't a happy moment for Finrod to hear coming out of Beren's mouth. Thank god no Grinding Ice was involved though because that was a massacre unto itself. It took around 25-30 years to cross that, or like 9 'years' as known by their calendar then. Even for an elf that's a long time.

Finrod gathered up a bunch of people but most of them got killed and captured and the survivors were taken to Sauron's island where he was still breeding Werewolves for some unholy reason. The probable meta reason is to ensure the existence of Wargs later on.

Luthien sensed Problems so she dashed out to find Beren and ran right into two of Feanor's sons and their dog Huan - who was given to one of them by Orome back when Feanor's family weren't being Ultra Stupid about the fancy cursed yet hallowed gems. And for reasons I can't remember clearly on why, they took Luthien prisoner and locked her up in Finrod's fort. Where she got chummy with Huan and Huan helped her escape (and spoke for the First time).

They got there in time to try and avenge Finrod's death. Sauron was like "oooh that Maia's spawnling. I'll be richly rewarded by my master if I bring you to him in chains" and cue the werewolf attack that Huan bamfed his way through kicking their asses. This included the father werewolf by the way, so you know Huan is a beast (affectionate).

And then Huan and Sauron fought! Sauron took the form of a wolf first and lost, but Huan got him in a chokehold with his teeth and just REFUSED to let go! No matter what form Sauron took, no matter what he did or tried to do...

Sauron got his ass kicked by a dog and it was only because of Luthien letting him go (probably laughing the whole time) so she can move on to more important things.

If you're curious about the rest of that story: Beren and Luthien snuck into Morgoth's hellish current capital by disguising themselves as his top vampire messenger/servant and the dead father werewolf. Luthien, when Morgoth tore off the illusion/disguise, continued to be a BAMF and bewitched the whole capital/fortress into falling asleep so they can pry one of the gems from the Iron Crown. Sadly Morgoth started to stir when something hit him by accident so they panicked and ran out with the Silmaril.

(Fair warning: nothing mortal can touch the Silmarils. Nothing EVIL can touch the gems either. This was by holy decree and blessing. So how Thingol expected Beren to take a Simaril back I have no idea.)

But remember when I mentioned Carcharoth, the son of the first werewolf? He woke up first because, as the guard dog who got suspicious as all get out over his "father" having "survived" (word reached him of his death), they had to first cast him to sleep before slipping into the place. Beren tried to use the Silmaril to scare him off by waving it in the air and instead he got his hand bit off for the trouble.

And then Carcharoth went nuts for a whole new reason: agony in the belly. He was put out of his agony sometime later to get the gem, but this is the best part I swear:

When Thingol saw Beren and Luthien rock up seemingly empty-handed... Beren told him to his face "even now I have a Silmaril in my hand".

Rest of the story short, Beren and Luthien got together, the wolf with the Silmaril in his belly showed up (probably was tracking them) and tried to get Thingol only for Beren to get in the way. Huan got the wolf, the wolf got Huan, Huan died with his head in Beren's other hand. Thingol got the gem, Luthien... died at some unclear point in time and convinced the Archangel Valar God of the Dead to change Beren's fate and let them be together in death if not in life. They got reborn as humans and got a happily ever after together - she gave up certain peace for an uncertain life with him..

Meanwhile, skipping over the hot mess that is Turin's life and why Thingol adopted him, Thingol got killed off by Dwarves who found out that not only did he have a Simaril but he put it in a famous Dwarven necklace "gifted" to him by Turin's blood father Hurin over how his son's life went (LONG story short: a terrible combination of Morgoth cursing people, Morgoth's dragon cursing people, Morgoth capturing Hurin and cursing him, and also Arrogance and Pride on Turin's part, and lots of soap opera drama) to create one insanely priceless artifact. This lead to the Sacking of the kingdom and a lot of death and destruction, as is wont to happen when Simarils are involved.

Honestly, Beren and Luthien should've decked Thingol when he first brought up the damn rock.

#the silmarillion #lore dump #silmarils #beren and luthien #sauron vs huan #sauron lost to a dog #this took a while #the legendary grudge match between a fallen angel and dog #it took me two hours to write this #luthien tinuviel #beren #melian #thingol #doriath #morgoth #sauron #huan #mairon #finrod #feanor #turin turambar #curufin #celegorm #draugluin #carcharoth #melkor #thuringwethil #jrr tolkien #tolkien

[belit0]

2000 Word Commission (Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader) @moroseu

"I was wondering if you could write Madara falling for reader who was one of the many shinobi he had to fight during the war era. He never had the chance to actually act out on his feelings until the creation of Konoha, where he saw her for the first time outside of combat, during a diplomatic meeting of sorts. She is not wearing armor, she seems a lot more gentler unlike on the battlefield and for the first time, she greets him with a smile. Who will make the first move!? Will he chase after her when the meeting ends or vice versa!? That will be left up to you!"

As I was editing this, I noticed how I changed the meeting situation and got an angry Madara instead, I just hope you like it, my darling Roseu💕😭🙏 Thank you so much for always trusting me with your amazing ideas, I feel truly honored🛐💫

EACH COMMISSION COMES WITH AN EXTRA SECRET SCENARIO, THAT I UNIQUELY AND ESPECIALLY ADD FOR THE BUYER. (I'll leave you an example of it at the bottom, but in Spanish, so you don't cheat.)

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

 Madara is angry, in such an intense and terrible mood that makes him look like a hedgehog poised for a fight. Those who know the Uchiha usually avoid getting close to him in this state, aware they will get nothing but a threat and at worst, a glimpse of the Sharingan.

Obfuscated on his desk he tries to read Hashirama's indecipherable handwriting, whatever he tried to explain in the document he left for him. Peaceful times brought out the worst in everyone, and while the Senju leader stands out as the shinobi god, he has no freaking clue about what he's doing in office terms.

Madara, adopting the position of Shadow Hokage, spends more time between trips and physical negotiations than sitting behind a piece of wood, but every time he has to deal with his best friend's errands, his blood boils inside his body.

Is this motivation enough to start another war? Maybe…

"The... a-village of... con-no.oga? What the..." He sighs to himself, abandoning the document on the table and leaning back against his chair. One hand travels to his hair, running through the completeness of his scalp anxiously, and the other to his face, wishing he could disappear into the darkness his gloves provide.

He could ask for help, interpretation, or assistance, were it not for the fact that both Senju brothers decided to disappear altogether, leaving him with total responsibility for the situation. Izuna? Of course not, he doesn't count, he is more of an enemy than an ally when it comes to administration.

With his eyes still covered he remembers those times when everything was simpler and complicated at the same time, where the paperwork was not important and the only decisive thing was blood, sweat, and effort. His body tends to miss those scenarios where it was a matter of killing or getting killed, when the only meaning was to protect his own and to return home with as many as possible, to make sure that Izuna was safe, that the family was still complete.

War times were as terrible as they were wonderful, moments where only Tajima had to deal with annoying elders and combat strategies, Madara being a free young man with the only goal of bringing the Senju heir's head in arms and presenting it before everyone as a symbol of power.

Of course, he did not count on becoming the best friend of this Senju in question, nor running a village with him.

Blood used to flow smoothly, screams rang out from all sides, weapons roared against each other, and she looked as beautiful as ever in her armor and-.

"STOP!" The Uchiha suddenly shouts, standing up and planting both hands on his desk. Eyes wide open and hair tousled, he's grateful to be alone in the office and avoid having to give embarrassing explanations to anyone.

His inkwell spills onto the paperwork because of how he slams the desk, and the document which was already illegible because of Hashirama's handwriting now becomes even worse. The half covered by a huge black stain is given up for lost, and Madara holds his hair yet again, this time itching to rip it out of his head.

"SHIT!" He vowed to never think of her again, to deny that woman place and space in his mind, to eradicate her from his memories and exile her from any corner of his brain. For years he battled against that beautiful face captured in his thoughts, charming eyes, and the ferocity with which she tried to kill him over and over again in the name of the Senju.

She was not part of the clan, but her family allied with them to avoid being massacred for lack of decision. Hashirama worked with her side by side, and the woman dared to stand up to Madara on countless occasions when the leader had to attend to other fronts.

Never had he seen anyone but Hashirama or his stupid brother dare to look him in the face, avoiding his eyes of course, but with their heads held high and proudly puffing out their chests. "Now… what is the name of this warrior who dares attempt to end my life?" He had asked her with a smirk, expecting a perfect escape rather than a coherent answer.

"(Y/N)" she confessed to him before attacking, lunging with savagery and impressive speed at him, the only time she almost succeeded in slashing his neck. He had let his guard down in front of the woman, inviting her to dance a deadly tantrum from which he himself almost ended up losing his life.

The girl proved to be unbeatable, with will and strength of steel, always with an ace up her sleeve. At some point, the confrontations against the Senju took on a new flavor, giving the Uchiha the chance to see her, to fight against her, to have the privilege of admiring her raw power, and to be the recipient of all her assaults.

She was the only warrior he could not kill while holding her at the end of his weapon.

That time, (Y/N) had gotten careless after hours of combat, almost zero chakra left and few physical resources to use. Only the last several warriors were left standing, including the two of them. There had been hours of terrible exchanges, hard blows, and worse answers, but the girl gave an easy access entrance, an opportunity Madara did not hesitate to use.

When he had her on the ground, surrendered under his body and the strength of his hands, he could feel how she gave herself to destiny, how she submitted to whatever life wanted to happen to her, and that distracted him. The kunai was resting on her neck, all he had to do was press lightly, pierce the skin, and tear her throat as with countless enemies.

Instead, his hands were diverted by the warmth of her skin, the sharpness of her eyes, how soft her lips seemed even after hours of fighting and little to no water. Her presence became intoxicating, to the point where it managed to steal his goal of slaughter completely off his mind. She was the only opposing presence the Uchiha dared to forgive, and instead of finishing her off with the edge of his hatred, he allowed her to live.

He allowed her to live.

Her face has been hunting him ever since, unintentionally etched on his Sharingan and chasing him even with closed eyes. That was their last confrontation before the peace treaty, and he never knew what became of her once the war ended, feeling incapable of asking Hashirama about her whereabouts.

He felt fortunate to have had the privilege of witnessing her, meeting her, fighting as an equal opponent against her, yet that was all. He decided to ignore the reminders of (Y/N)’s presence in his mind, to bury her in the depths of times that are no more, and allow himself to move on without regretting not enquiring about her, searching for her.

Odds are that, if he did, she would spit in his face.

The man looks at the ruined sheet and decides to try and fix it, not to give up in the face of adversity caused by horrible penmanship and bad luck. He approaches Hashirama's desk and proceeds to rummage through all the visible and hidden contents in hopes of finding a copy. If the Hokage followed his advice and instructions, if he deigned to listen to Tobirama's damned recommendations, then he should have written it twice.

Or so he hopes.

Papers fly here and there as his frustration mounts, that wonderful dream of finishing his pending assignment looking farther and farther away, embarrassing decorations from his best friend raining down on the floor. He lets out another angry scream, thankful again to be alone in the room, pounding on the wood to the point of breaking it completely.

Shit.

"Bad day?" A female voice asks, and it sounds way too close for him to have imagined it. He knows that voice, yet it is not a petulant memory from the past, but an actual event in the same room. Memories come flooding back, the same tone he heard over and over again when she tried to impale him with her techniques. It takes him a minute before he dares to look up, but when he does, he understands not to be imagining anything.

"You look bad, need a hand?" he can't answer, can't find words to speak, and feels heat rising to his cheeks. It's one thing to see the girl you like fighting against you and always in a context of death and destruction, yet a totally different one is to appreciate her after years, casually dressed and with no deadly intentions.

(Y/N) looks even more beautiful than how he remembers her, stunning body covered by civilian garments, coaxing eyes looking at him with a tone of laughter on her wonderful face. The lack of armor allows him to admire the gorgeousness of her curves, how smooth her skin looks, and-.

"Madara?" She shakes him out of his stupor with a snap of her fingers, forcibly bringing him back to earth and landing on his ass. He blinks a few times and produces a few babbles before finding coherence inside his head again.

"Yeah, no, I mean... (Y/N)?"

"The one and only." She smiles harmoniously, her face beaming with the gesture and making him reassess whether he is dreaming or not. "I was instructed to bring this to you, you know how politics works." She hands over a sealed scroll, one the Uchiha receives with clumsy hands. He ends up having to take off his gloves for accurate finger control, opening the delivery's contents and feeling his soul returning to his body.

"Tobirama figured it would be beneficial for you, he didn't have much hope for the Hokage's work." She simply explains with a relaxed posture, like not having a care in the world. While Madara feels like he might pee his pants at how intimidatingly beautiful he finds his wife... the, woman, she seems totally unaffected.

He confirms this is the document he screwed up, but it's a legible, polished version, traced by the albino's handwriting and thoughts, proofread probably about three times before having the final product. Composure returns, and he feels like an idiot for the scene he put together, such simple solutions delivered by the angel in front of him.

"I see you're still as fierce as ever, huh? You should learn to control that anger, dear. War is over and life is beautiful." The woman winks and pats his arm, smiling again before turning and heading for the door.

It's now or never.

"WOULDYOULIKETOHAVEADRINKWITHME?!" The question sounds more like a barked demand than an invitation, but it gets (Y/N) to look back at him with amusement. She comes closer again, each step executed with both grace and elegance, making Madara feel like a little boy in front of the love of his life.

Is she the love of his life? Probably, yes.

"Are you asking me out, Uchiha?" she purrs mischievously, savoring the taste of having her former enemy basically at her feet. Madara never felt so vulnerable, and he hates every second it took him to work up the courage to ask her out. Impulses are not always good, and just as he is about to retract his proposal, the woman invades his personal space to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"When and where, Madara?"

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[rwby-encrusted-blog]

???: Hello? Who are you?

Ruby: I ... My Name's Ruby.

???: That's a lovely Name, you share it with my younger daughter. Where are you?

Ruby: I- I- ... You sound familiar ...

Summer: *Walking into view* What do you-

Ruby: ... Mom?

Summer: RUBY?!?!

Ruby: *Tearing up* MOM!

Summer: *Also Crying* RUBY!

They rush together, holding each other close, hugging so tight it had to be painful.

Summer: How- Why Are you here? You shouldn't- I-

Ruby: Mom, I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I did my best-

Summer: Ruby, Take a Breathe, and if anyone should be apologizing it's me. What Happened? Why are you here?

Ruby: I- I followed my dream of becoming a Huntress- I got into Beacon Early-

Summer: You What?

Ruby: I .. Got into Beacon ... Early?

Summer: Do you know what Ozpin's Deal is?

Ruby: I know that The Maidens and the Girl in The Tower are real. That and The Girl that fell through the world.

Summer: *Pinching her nose, clearly upset and worried* Okay. Is that why you're here.

Ruby: We- we were getting the Staff of Creation while Salem was actively attacking Atlas, and we made a path to Vacuo.

Ruby: Me, Yang, and our Teammates - and a Friend - Fell off the Path into the Ever After.

Summer: ... So the Jabberwocker got you?

Ruby: N-No ... Someone we fought along the way wanted me dead so ... she made me give Up. I drank her tea, which had a leaf in it- I-

Summer: You weren't killed?

Ruby: .. Not ... I ...

Ruby: *Crying again* I- I decided not to be me anymore ...

Summer: *Holding her cheek, also crying again* Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Salem for you- I tried, and I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry you chose to end your life ... But ... You haven't. Not yet.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: You ... Aren't dead. You're ascending. Somewhere between Life and Death. You can still live.

Ruby: How? After every way I failed everyone-

Ruby: I made Atlas Fall! I Watched a Friend Die right in front of me Because I wasn't fast enough! Another friend sacrificed herself to save others, and She'd already Died once! Hell! My best friend since Day one got stuck here for half his lifetime, and now probably hates me!

Ruby: I've Gotten people Killed Mom! What good are Silver Eyes if I'm not good enough to save people without them!

Summer: ... Ruby. Did your plans fail because they were bad or because people got in the way of them? Have people died because you got them killed or because you were exhausted and got blindsided?

Summer: I don't know how old you are, but I'm guessing you can't drink yet, given how long I think it's been.

Summer: You're young. Just over half my age at most.

Summer: You got your hands on a Relic?

Ruby: On the Lamp and the Staff, but Salem stole them back, and she's got a maiden on her side.

Summer: Ruby, I never even saw the Relics. I never met a Maiden. I was born into a quiet life, and disappeared, with the amount of people knowing where I was able to be counted a hand that's lost three fingers.

Summer: You have gone so far and beyond what I did. I- I don't know that full story, obviously, but it feels like you're putting all the blame on yourself. You're amazing. You're strong, and smart, and kind.

Summer: Ruby Ginosa Rose. You are my Daughter, and I love you. I don't know what you have to do, but please, please don't let go of yourself completely just yet.

Ruby: ...

Summer: I can only imagine how hard it's been on you, But I trust you to pull through. You've gotten help if you've got a team at your back. Even if you don't, someone else will. Try and find the people that would keep walking after you fall and try to team up with them. you'll make even bigger strides together.

Ruby: ... Thanks Mom. I ... I needed to hear that. Thank you.

Summer: ...

Ruby: ... Yang's got a girlfriend!

Summer: That's great to know Ruby, But I think it's time for you to head back out.

Ruby: *Beginning to fade from this place* Yeah, YEah! I can do this, The world can do this! Thanks Mom! Love you!

Summer: I love you too rosebud, and Tell Yang I miss and Love her a lot too!

Ruby: *Continuing to fade*

Summer: Oh and one more thing!

Ruby: *Almost gone to the Blacksmith* Hmm?

Summer: If I see you within the next Fifty Years You are grounded Missy!

Ruby: *Fully disappearing* You got it Mom-

#rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #rwby volume nine #rwby volume 9 #greenlight volume 10

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairings: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER THREE

The night is late, your belly is full of spaghetti, salad, and wine, and the credits finally roll on the second movie of the night. 

You and Mina have been nearly three hours at Kiri and Bakugou’s house, eating, drinking, and watching scary movies while you laughed at Mina’s scares and Kiri’s commentary. You feel comfortable and relaxed now, slightly because of the wine but also because of the company you have with you.

With Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou, you feel like you can be yourself, completely unguarded and unashamed. You feel…at home. 

The living room is dimly lit–dark enough for the movie but light enough to still see where you’re going and who is where. The storm is still trumping on outside, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the windows, but it’s all relaxing to you. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend such a rainy, ugly night. 

You sigh, standing up and feeling like you’ve gained about fifty pounds after finishing Katsuki’s dinner cuisine. Your plate, which sits on the ottoman next to your third glass of wine and the Italian white bottle Bakugou brought out an hour ago, is completely empty.

“And that was Annabelle,” you sigh, pausing the movie with the remote. “Anybody up for The Conjuring 2?” 

Bakugou, sitting in an armchair with his feet up next to Kiri on the sofa adjacent to it, snickers. “Not with the way this one is shivering.” He cackles at Mina sitting on the couch you once occupied, clutching a pillow for dear life. “It wasn’t even scary!” 

“Shut up, Bakugou!” she shouts. “You know I hate creepy dolls!” You snort, patting your girlfriend’s head. 

“Shouldn’t we technically be watching Annabelle 2 next?” Kiri curiously asks, leaning back and legs open wide on the couch, making you think naughtily. Maybe it’s the three glasses of wine catching up with you. 

You shrug, up for it. It’s only 10:35 PM. “If you wanna watch it in chronological order, sure, but that means we’d have to watch Annabelle: Creation and The Nun since they technically come first.” 

“Jesus Christ, just pick one up!” Bakugou growls, irked. “By the time we watch another movie, I’ll be growin’ fuckin’ gray hairs.” He gets up from his seat and begins collecting the empty plates. 

“Dinner was delicious, Katsuki,” you compliment him. “That has to be the best-baked ziti I’ve ever had. You can really cook!” You think you’re just imagining it, but his cheeks turn rogue at your comment. He plays it off with a cocky grin. “Shit, I know,” he laughs. “Shitty hair can’t get enough of my cooking. Plus, he can’t cook for shit.” 

Kiri sheepishly smiles at you, sipping on his own wine. “It’s true. If I had at the oven, I’d blow it up.” He stands, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “Anyone up for dessert?” 

“It can wait,” you giggle, sitting back down next to Mina. “All of that food needs to digest first.” You drink the rest of your droplets of wine and go to pour more, finding the bottle empty. “Hey, who drank all the wine?” you gasp. 

Bakugou glances at you from the kitchen island, piling the dishes up there. “Whatta ya gonna do about it?” he growls at you, a jeering smile quirking on his lips. “Fight me?” 

Maybe it’s the wine, but you feel complete and utter self-confidence swim through you. You stand and put a hand on your hip, eyeing the pro down. “If Kiri is okay with his boyfriend having some raccoon eyes, then yes.” 

Bakugou’s eyes widen an inch as Kiri hypes you up. “Oooh, you hear that, Bakugou?” he chuckles, winking at you from across the room. “Looks like our little kitty has got some claws on her.”

Mina giggles, coming up behind you to put her hands on your hips. “Like you won’t believe,” she murmurs against your cheek. “She could be a pro with that attitude on her. Isn’t it so hot?” 

And suddenly, that self-confidence begins to fade once the attention, flirty and sexually charged, is on you. You clear your throat, gripping the remote. “U-Uh,” you stutter nervously. “So The Conjuring 2?” Mina drops her hands from your hips, allowing you some amount of recovery. 

“Sure, what the hell,” Kiri says, already making his way to the kitchen. “And I don’t know about you three, but I’m getting more wine AND that cheesecake in the fridge. And no, Bakugou didn’t bake it. We got it from a shop.” 

You and Mina sit, and as you’re about to play the next movie, Bakugou appears again and plops down next to Mina. “Scoot over, dumbasses,” he grumbles. “That chair was gettin’ uncomfortable.”

Mina wiggles her brows at you and glances at Bakugou, a sultry smile on her face. “If you wanted to get closer to us, K, all you had to do was say so.” 

Her hand moves to his knee, squeezing it. Red coats the pro’s cheeks and she laughs. “Look at that blush! I was right, wasn’t I?”

Bakugou glares at her, moving her hand off his knee only to cover it with his larger one. “Shut up, brat,” he growls, but that smile doesn’t leave Mina’s lips for an instant, peering up at him through her lashes.  

You’re sure the man is about to fuck your girlfriend into the couch until Kiri returns with a new bottle of wine and a plate of plain cheesecake, the top decorated in raspberries and strawberries. “Got the goods,” he says, lowering both on the table.

He spots Bakugou and grins. “Bakugou came over? Shit, lemme join! Scoot over, cutie.” He squeezes in next to you, now sandwiching you between him and Mina. “That’s much better. Was feelin’ kinda lonely over there.” 

“Shh!” Bakugou shushes him harshly. “And don’t talk through this one like you did with Annabelle, shitty hair. You do that and you’re getting it later.”

Kiri raises his pierced brow at his boyfriend. “Oh?” he asks, sounding suggestive. “And what will I be getting, sir?” 

You see Bakugou’s muscles tense at the name and you wonder briefly if he has a kink for that. He never mentioned it. Mina must see it too because she plays along. “And does that later involve us too?” she purrs, leaning her head on Bakugou’s shoulder. You swallow hard, feeling hot as you witness this kinky little fight between the three of them. 

Bakugou glares at Mina and Kiri, but it’s empty and instead charged with something sensual. “If you three stop being fuckin’ brats and watch the movie.” Mina tsks, turning to the TV regardless. “So grouchy.” But she sits back into the couch anyway, her lead leaning against Bakugou’s arm. 

You sit there, as rigid as a board, as the movie makes it from the opening credits to the opening scene. You find yourself not being able to relax–not with the fact that the three people you’re so attracted to are so close.

The scent of Mina’s perfume and lotion smelling sweet like whipped cream mingles with Kiri and Bakugou’s choices of cologne, making you dizzy and unable to focus. You’re so afraid of relaxing in fear of that self-control you’re holding onto by its horns drifting away, leading you to do something you may regret later. 

In the dark, you flush as you notice little things here and there between the three. You’re hyper-aware of Mina leaning into Bakugou as he shifts, allowing her head to lull on his chest, and his one arm that is slung over the back of the couch lightly brushing the back of your neck. You also feel Kiri’s knee brush yours, moving away the first few times until it finally settles against yours, staying there. Both of them are intentionally trying to touch you, feel you, and it’s starting to mess with you. 

You shiver, playing it off by rubbing your arms. Kiri turns away from the flat screen, noticing this. “You cold?” he whispers to you, his ruby eyes staring into yours as he turns away from the movie. You nod and begin to wave it off, but the words leave your lips when you suddenly feel two big, calloused yet warm hands on your forearms. 

Kiri pulls you closer as he begins to gently run his arms up and down your arms, not even realizing he’s causing those goosebumps to pimple your skin with his gentle touch.

“Is this okay?” he softly asks, possibly noticing how tense you are. You try to relax, not wanting to ruin the movie and somehow offend him. You know deep down you’re just being paranoid, but your mind isn’t exactly being logical right now. 

“Y-Yeah,” you manage to stutter out. You give him a small smile. “Your hands feel…really warm.” You inwardly cringe. Damn, that wine works fast!

Kiri chuckles sweetly, the sound like sugar to your ears. “I hope that’s a good thing.” 

He smiles at you, and you have to turn away from it as if it’s the sun, its rays too bright for you. You turn back to the movie, attempting to focus, but Kiri’s scent and touch are making it much more difficult to do anything but focus on him. “You know, look so fuckin’ pretty tonight,” he whispers, his lips suddenly at your ear.  “It’s hard to focus on the movie when I’m too busy lookin’ at you.” 

You don’t know why, but you turn your head to look at him, finding his lips inches away from yours. You could lean in and kiss those pillow-soft lips if you wanted to, maybe swirl your tongue around his and along those pointed teeth you picture nibbling along your collarbone, maybe on your inner thigh while his fingers are deep inside your tight, wet– 

“Oi,” Bakugou growls from the other end of the couch. You whip around to find him glaring while Mina looks giddy at the scene. “What are you two dumbasses doin’ over there?”

Kiri laughs, moving a hand to settle on your waist. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“Sorry!” you suddenly shout, popping up from your seat. Kiri startles like you’re a bomb about to go off. “I’ll be right back. The wine is starting to run through me.” 

You don’t explain any further. You just hurry away from the couch and up the stairs to the bathroom down the hall. Once you’re inside and you shut the door, you’re finally able to breathe confined inside the four walls of the fancy, expensive-looking bathroom. You turn to the sink and run some cold water, splashing it over your heated skin. 

As you do, you look at yourself in the mirror. The woman staring back

at you is no short of the picture of anxiety. “What are you doing?” you ask the woman, not expecting an answer. Because you really don’t have one. 

You want desperately to be able to relax and enjoy whatever tonight brings, but those nervous butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and those “what if” thoughts in your head just won’t allow you to. After all, you’ve never participated in a foursome before. What if neither Kiri nor Bakugou likes how you look? What if Mina isn’t with it anymore? What if this ruins everything between all of you? What if– 

You startle at the sound of a knock on the door. “Y/N?” Mina calls. “Can I come in?” You sigh, relieved that it’s just her. “Yeah, come in.” 

Mina opens the door and shuts it behind her. She leans against it, staring at you in worry. “Hey, you okay?” she softly asks. “Kiri is thinking he scared you off. Did he make you uncomfortable?” 

That feeling of embarrassment and guilt chokes you when you think of making Kiri feel bad. That isn’t what you wanted to do at all. “No, it’s just…” You sigh, pressing your hands to your brow. “I’m just nervous, okay?” you blurt, right on the verge of tears. You don’t understand why you’re acting like this or how you can fix it. 

Mina walks over, gently taking your hands from your face. Her eyes hold compassion and adoration. All for you and your anxious ass. “Y/N,” she coos, “I told you before: there doesn’t have to be any sex later if that’s not what you want.” 

“But it is what I want!” you frustratedly exclaim. “I just can’t stop this anxiety.” Now the tears are rising, threatening to spill over your eyesockets and ruin everything. You turn away from your girlfriend, hiding your face again. “Fuck, I’m ruining everything!” 

“No, you’re not!” Mina protests, moving for your hands again. She firmly holds them away from your face, revealing your wet eyes to her. She frowns, squeezing your hands in hers before letting go and moving to take a seat on the toilet top.  “Come here, sit with me.” 

She opens her arms for you, a plea in her gold eyes. Slowly, you go to her and sit down in her lap. Once you’re close to her, she wraps her arms around you and holds you close.

“I know this is new for you,” she gently soothes you, “and it is for me too. While I’ve been intimate with Kiri and Bakugou before, I’ve never shared them with another person…especially one I care for so much.” 

She runs a hand over your cheek, the feel of it comforting you. “It’s normal to be nervous about something new, but trust that safety and comfort are the top priorities for those two idiots. And if you’re not feeling safe or comfortable, tell them! They’ll understand.” 

But that is the furthest from how you feel. You want to tell her that you don’t feel uncomfortable or unsafe. That it is all you! “But I–” 

The sudden sound of a loud knock on the bathroom door startles you both. “Ladies?” Kiri’s voice drifts through the door. “You mind coming back downstairs when you’re done in there? I think we need to talk.” 

You and Mina glance worriedly at each other while your stomach drops, hoping to God you didn’t ruin tonight’s plans.

#poly smut #poly kiribaku #polyamory #poly love #kiribakumina #bakugou x fem!reader #kirishima x fem!reader #mina x fem!reader #smutty smut #18+ fic #bnha smut #black writer #black fanfic writer

[luvghostie]

May I request The main 4 with their boyfriend who is taller and one year older than them, but they are affectionate around them and protects, while makes hand made gifts or buys something expensive cause he's rich and popular.

╰┈➤𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.ೃ࿐

𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩<3

𝘛𝘞: 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺

Cartman: That's my boyfriend!!!

Cartman is the most excited to be with someone. Not only for attention but, you're the most caring person he's ever met.

His mom was surprised when he introduced you to her. She didn't expect her son to like the same gender, however, as long as he's happy she is too. She lets you cook/bake with her whenever she needs a hand in the kitchen. Half the time Cartman thinks she's going to be provocative toward you but out of respect for her loved one she isn't.

He's kinda afraid of you since your popular. He has thoughts all the time that maybe you use him or that you’ll leave. It makes him so upset to the point where he cries all night. He'll text you for reassurance in hopes that you genuinely do care for him. Being the amazing boyfriend you are, you talk to him until he feels alright again.

Handmade gifts?! Those are Cartman's favorites. New shoes are great but something you put the time in effort into? That's what touches his heart. Cartman will never tell you this since he still wants to seem semi-tough. He does try to return the favor and make you something as well.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Kyle: you're absolutely perfect. I'm so glad I met you.

Kyle really loves you and he’s so glad you got with him. Without you, he used to be alone. He had the boys of course, but nothing romantic like this.

He tries to make you a gift in return for those, you give him. He's very thankful and wants to prove it to you with his creations. They're not as spectacular and well made in his eyes but it's something.

Kyle's parents won't know about you for a very long time. They're very religious and having their son with another male would end in fights/arguments.

Regardless, he still loves you no matter what others think. He even told the others about you two and they were very excepting. Besides Cartman, you've conjured it up to him being jealous. He takes the anger out on you guys but stan and Kenny are there to help. Cartman might say the f slur to you, which will get him sent to the ER.

Since you are popular and rich he gets anxious. He's always been told the popular rich kids are snobs. Why aren't you like them?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Kenny: *muffled* oh my gosh!! Thank you for the gift.

Kenny isn't used to people caring for him nor giving him gifts. When you first handed him a present he was very confused. Was he supposed to give it to someone else? Who? After you said that you bought it for him his cheeks went red. He didn't even know how to act.

Kenny will steal things for you but won't tell you he did. He wants to seem cool just like you. Many times you've realized something was stolen you just didn't say anything.

You don't like Kenny's parents at all. They put him and his sister through so much but still expect everything in return. Many times you've taken your boyfriend and his sister in. Each time it still hurts.

Kenny sits with you and the popular kids. He considers himself relatively popular. Well, that was until a jock made fun of him. You stood up for him which made him a shy mess. You are so kind to him, he doesn't ever want to leave you.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Stan: *trying not to puke from anxiety*

You'll have to calm this boy down over anything romantic. Holding hands? Throw up. Hug? Throw up. It's not because you're nasty his nerves are just all over the place.

His mom loves you for being such a sweetheart to her son. She except's you two with open arms. However, if you hurt her precious boy she'll kill you.

Stan writes you little notes and slips them in your locker. Each time it always ends in the same, “love your anxious boy<3” he doesn't worry about you giving him one in return but receiving one is nice now and then.

You being popular increases his mental issues. People always say hello to you and it makes him worry. What if they didn't like him? There have been times people have given him a death glare. Anytime you asked what happened he'll tell you a lie. He doesn't want to ruin your friendships with anyone so he deals with it alone.

#reqs open #ask me anything #headcanon #reader x character #south park #south park x reader #male reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #rich life #popular #cute couple

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Destress

bf!taeyong x fem!reader

wc: 645

warnings: mentions of stress, fluffy fluff, not proof read

very short, but im bored at work lol

hope yall enjoy!

all the love ~ lunar

You and your boyfriend Taeyong have been in a secret relationship for about three months now. It's not easy hiding something like this, especially with someone as well known as Taeyong, but he makes every second of it worthwhile, plus what's life without a little thrill? The past three months have been the happiest of your life, despite having to sneak around, and having less time together than your typical couple, every second with him is cherished. Lately, you have noticed that Taeyong has been more tired than usual, and has been spending longer hours in the studio, so you wanted to do something special for him. The two of you have a very playful relationship when the two of you are together, so naturally, you thought about doing a movie night with him, but also building a very elaborate fort to share together. 

Somehow you managed to convince him to get off of work at a reasonable time, and he agreed to meet you at your apartment when he was done. Compiling all of the blankets and pillows you own, plus adding in some extra essentials, and surfaces to hang the blankets on, you start constructing the most amazing fort. You even managed to run to the store and grab all of his favorite snacks and drinks, and by the time you were almost fully done building the fort, Taeyong had messaged saying that he was on the way. Anticipation building in your chest, you were both excited and nervous, hoping that he would appreciate the gesture you have done for him. You know he will appreciate it, but you are also hoping that it helps him relax after the weeks of stress he has been putting on himself. 

After about 20 minutes, you hear someone knocking on the door. Rushing over, you open it and jump excitedly into his arms, your favorite place to be. Before you let him inside, you move behind him, and cover his eyes.

“I have a surprise for you, but you can't see it just yet.” you say excitedly, and he chuckles at your childlike nature, one of the things that drew him closer to you. The two of you enter the apartment, still covering his eyes so he doesn't see your creation.

“Ready?”

“I'm ready, i think…” he says, failing to hide the anticipation and nerves that he is feeling. When you finally let him open his eyes, he stands there in shock. His boba eyes wide, taking in the massive fort that is in front of him.

“What's this pretty girl?” he asks quietly, trying not to let his heart jump out of his chest.

“I know you've been really stressed lately, I thought maybe we could have a movie night, and you can't have a movie night without a fort. I was hoping it would at least give you a stress free night.” As soon as you finish your explanation, he turns around and wraps his arms around you in the tightest, most loving embrace.

“You didn't have to do all of this for me, but thank you. I love it.”

“i'm glad you love it, and I wanted to do this for you.” you reply. Gently, he places his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. His kisses are so gentle, yet there is no question about the passion he shares through them, always leaving you speechless.

“Shall we go in?” he asks, gently grabbing your hand and leading you into the fort. He's even more shocked when he sees the inside, and how cozy the atmosphere is, along with all of his favorite snacks. 

The two of you spend the night watching movies, munching on snacks, and simply enjoying each other’s presence. To him, there is nothing more perfect than being with you, and enjoying simple things like this with you, his soulmate. 

#lunars alternate reality #lunars dimension #lunars love #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct taeyong #nct 127 #nct u #nct #nct imagines #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 soft hours #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 taeyong #nct 127 scenarios #lee taeyong #lee taeyong fluff #lee taeyong soft thoughts #taeyong x y/n #bf taeyong #taeyong x reader #taeyong fluff #taeyong scenarios #taeyong #taeyong soft hours #lee taeyong soft hours #taeyong nct #nct 127 taeyong soft hours