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blingblong55 · 4 months

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Little black dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request:

hey! just binge read all ur fics and I love them so much😭 saw that your taking requests rn and I had one, reader and ghost had gotten into an argument right before a party and so reader puts on her shortest dress and purposely tries her hardest to make ghost jealous, then gets fucked senseless by ghost when they get back😋 (Dom!ghost, consensual ofc) love your writing ur so creative with it! (just a request you don't have to do it^^)

---- F!Reader, established!relationship, smut, 18+, MDNI, unprotected!sex, dom!Ghost, rough!sex, slapping, choking, jealous!Ghost? ----

It was possibly the worst argument in your relationship so far, he and you saying horrible stuff towards each other and worst of it all is that you both had to attend some stupid party. The drive there was silent and awkward, especially when you wore that tight little black dress. The same one that showed him every beautiful curve of yours, he adjusted himself in the seat, an annoyed sigh as he tried to focus on the road ahead. You, applying that red lipstick and fuck did he need to have your marked lips on him.

The party was shit, he didn't expect more from it but when one song in particular came up, he had to adjust his trousers as he watched you move. That body was graced by the gods, moving your hips, hypnotising him like a siren. His bulge grows bigger by the second, and your cat's eye on him is like prey. He shook his head, Simon knew you well, knew the tricks you did to mess with his head. And fuck you because it was working. There is one thing he loves when in public settings. That being that every guy in the room looks at you, wanting to fuck that cunt of yours but when you sit on Simons's lap, let him kiss your neck or you kiss his neck, he knows every man in that room envies him.

No other man in that crowded space can fuck you, touch you but all they can afford is to imagine you, imagine how tight that cunt of yours is, how your pretty tits bounce when riding, how your moans sound. Simon Riley, a man who knows his pretty toy is for his use, who knows he eats you out, makes you come, scream, whimper and beg to come all over again. "Mate, y'alright?" And suddenly, he is back in that party. He nods, your stare still on him as your body keeps moving, he becomes frustrated, how can a pretty thing like you make him this way? Why can't you just bend over his lap, let his calloused fingers in your cunt, and make every man in that space know you are his slut, no one else's.

And then he saw it, another guy trying to flirt with you. He isn't insecure of himself, very much the opposite but to even think of a man as pathetic and not as strong as he dares to flirt with you? Yeah, not happening on his watch. Simon knows you are loyal, he is secure in your love and knows you don't have eyes for anyone else but him, but it's time Simon shows once and for all that just because you aren't grinding on him at this party doesn't mean you two ended. He gives you that look, motions with one nod for you to come over and with some hesitation you do, "Simon, don't start-" His lips cut you off as he kisses you, his hand possessively on your waist as the other holds you by the back of your neck.

"You're my-..fucking...girl," he reminds you between kisses. Of course, this reminder wasn't really for you, but for those around who think they have any chance with you. As stated before, he isn't insecure, he adores when you wear small dresses, when your curves are for all to view but to not touch, he loves to know that at the end of the day, you go home to him and that no man can change that. Simon encourages you to wear those outfits, he can fight and he can certainly kill for you, so wear that dress, be a slut and wear it because in the end, he belongs to you and you to him. Blood-covered knuckles won't stop the romance you two have.

He grabs your hand, takes you back to the car and drives home. "I didn't get to finish talking with my friends, Si," you look at him and he shakes his head. "Doesn't matter, you can see them tomorrow, if you can walk that is." His hand is on your thigh as he drives. Fingers caressing the softness of your thigh. "I'm sure you can tell them all about how you got a proper fuck, right darling? Since you love to gossip and they too, so, tell them, tell them your boyfriend fucked you and covered your pretty body in his cum."

Once home, he carries you to the bedroom, tearing the dress apart as he nibbles on your neck. His cock was hard, swollen and needy for some attention. You look at him but all he does is turn you around, push you to the bed, and slowly rip your panties, his tongue lapping at your wet cunt. Your eyes shut as moans escaped your lips, you look back and he shakes his head, and slaps your ass. "No no, you don't get the privilege to look at me," he sits up and pushes your face to the mattress. His heavy cock slapping at your cunt before he pushes his tip between your thighs, your cunt already aching for him.

Your hands behind your back, his strong hands holding your wrists as he begins to slowly push himself inside of you. "Oh fuck, lovie, s'tight," he moans and begins to increase his speed. Your cunt spreading for his size, your eyes leaking mascara-stained tears. You begin to moan louder the harder he pounds your sore ass. "Shut the fuck up," he slaps your ass once more, making you let out a whiny moan. One of his hands wraps around your neck, making sure to choke you just hard enough. Your voice is hoarse as you continue to get your tight cunt pounded.

"C'mon, lovie, just take it." He whispers into your ear and begins to leave love bites on your neck. "Si," you cry. His marks beginning to hurt just right. "It's okay, pretty baby, let me just fuck you raw and then let me take care of you, yeah?" Simon whispers. His cock is buried in your sweet pussy, and your back begins to arch the second his hand travels down and slowly rubs your clit. Your moans are loud, and you begin to moan his name, cursing him as you begin to get closer to your orgasm. "Come for me, I know you want to, lovie," Simon taunts, his fingers slow, letting the build-up increase and the second you grew quiet, your cunt clenching around him, he knew you had cummed.

Your whimpers get low as he pulls out, begins to stroke himself and grunts, his cum painting your back. "Oh, that's my girl," he moans, fingertips spreading his seed all over your soft skin, you squirm and he lifts your chin. "Open your mouth," he says and lets you clean his fingers, your tempting stare and the way you make subtle moans what a way to ask him for more. He picks you up and snuggles you under the sheets. "You did such a good job, darling," he smiles, Simon's warm lips meeting your forehead. Your legs still shaking, trying to calm down, ass is so red you wince when he massages your ass. "You'll be okay, I'll take care of you," he whispers and wraps his strong arms around you.

A/N: my brain melted mid way through this so I'm sorry if its shit

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jamesdeniscouldnever · 8 months

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Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

#zevlor #bg3 #baulders gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #bg3 tav #zevlor x tav #zevlor/tav #rolan x tav #rolan/tav #bg3 headcanons #sad paladin man #angry fussy wizard

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eluxcastar · 4 months

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For the whole dottore basically adopting the reader, what would he do if reader got sick? And would reader call him dad, dottore or zandik?

Dadtore with his sick child

── ୨୧：il dottore & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: more dadtore but with germs this time (the first germs)

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, not proofread, also written at one am I'll edit in the morning 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 700

originally this was gonna be another ramble but I was like this could be cute let's write it. as for the name I actually have no idea largely because when I wrote child reader last time I wrote them intentionally without dialogue so I actually didn't even consider it but Dad feels like a very down the road choice

Zandik feels more familiar than Dottore but whether he'd want a kid running around calling him that to everyone is a different question. I think there's a definite Dottore to Dad pipeline

Perhaps you managed, no thanks to your infinite curiosity, to get into the things he'd tried to keep you from. Dottore thought he'd done everything he could possibly do, but children find a way. When you wake up in the middle of the night to him still up and about, he's surprised to find you look barely awake, unsurprising on its own, but you are unsteady and warm to the touch.

That's not good. You've never been sick before. Dottore pauses, hand practically glued to you as he tries to think of what to do. Should he run you a cold bath? Maybe he should leave you or warm you up more so that you can sweat it out easily. He's not even sure what's wrong with you yet.

You're sleepy, it seems, as you're passed out in Dottore's arms before he can even carry you back to your makeshift bed, breath softening against his skin as your head rests on his shoulder. It's such a natural way for you to settle by now, even after only a few months, that Dottore waits to let go. You feel too warm, too fragile. It is the polar opposite of how cold you were when he found you.

He sets you back in your spot on the couch and wraps your blankets tightly around you. Your face is flushed, and you still look far too addled.

Rest and a lot to drink are enough, but they certainly don't feel like enough as Dottore stares down at you, all curled up amongst your blankets. More than ever, you look like a pathetic newborn kitten stumbling about and too small to do anything but sleep and blink with great effort. It's all in an endearing way. Dottore can't have you dying on him, especially not to a fever, but there's little he can actually do to help you and little that says he should be. Fevers are the kind of thing you have to sweat out, often because they're fighting something else. Dottore knows that well.

"Did you touch anything you weren't supposed to?" he asks. Dottore doesn't recall a time at which you went poking around with a dedication to finding anything or that you didn't cut it out the moment he scolded you.

You slowly shake your head as you register his question. It reassures him, seeing as he can't find a reason to doubt that. You've had very few problems with honesty before today. You're trustworthy enough not to interrogate you.

"Then you got it from someone else," he concludes. "You're not uncomfortable?"

Again, you shake your head once the question sets in. That's the best you'll get as you are. Whatever this fever is trying to fight off is not something you found in a petri dish and probably came from your disagreeable habit of being far too welcoming to strangers in the lab. If nothing else, he can find comfort in the fact he won't spend the next few hours worrying if you've contracted a deadly disease or greatly repel properties of the abyss. You're still very safe right here where he's able to watch over you.

Dottore takes a moment to lay you down, a vaguely tender show of practically pushing you over as you've dozed off to sleep again in the time it takes him to act. Dottore collects the mess of blankets around you and pulls them over you, opting to keep you from getting cold unless you get worse or throw them off in your sleep. He finds his overcoat bunched at your feet and drapes that on top of the blankets too, your favourite item of comfort and what keeps you most warm.

Dottore sits beside you in the tiny space between your feet and the edge of the couch. There is just enough room for him. His hand rests against your leg as he waits, watching your chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He is pleased to see you sleep well despite the circumstances.

That coat had once been wrapped around you, cold and shivering, and it engulfed you with fabric to spare. Dottore doesn't mind sharing it with you now.

#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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Hob mistaken for a prostitute by Dream.

Hob is just sitting in this hotel bar getting a drink when this blazingly hot man walks up to him and starts talking.

Hob's leaving tomorrow and had been in dumb meetings all day selling his tech company for more money than he thought existed for an idea he came up with his late wife; He and Robyn will be set for life (2 or 3 lives). Hob just wanted a drink to decompress (and quietly freak out). Somehow, this hot guy, who didn't share his name, talked Hob up to his room and blew his back out/they blew each others' backs out (Hob honestly stopped tracking when they front'ed against the room door to a fast 1st one each).

When Hob wakes up the next morning to a pile of cash and a note on hotel stationary saying 'thanks and hope this covers it + tip', he's gobsmacked. 1. It was a lot of money - at least he's a good whore; and 2. Hob didn't think they connected for a long term thing or anything, but he certainly didn't think his stranger thought he was on the job!

Well, life is weird and full, and this will be a great story for his friends at the pub -- Joanna is going to give him so much sh*t. Hob certainly doesn't expect to see his stranger again, now.

This is my new favourite thing. I’m actually so tempted to throw this in my wip pile because omg. I LOVE sex worker Hob, but not-actually-a-sex-worker Hob is so fucking funny and weirdly hot.

Anyway, it keeps Hob from moping as he starts his new life with Robyn. Whenever he’s sad he has a little chuckle about that night. He’ll mutter “chin up, you’re a good whore remember?” whenever he’s having a crisis. He’s moved to this smallish village with a school for Robyn and a nice little pub where Hob has taken on a few shifts that he doesn’t need but hey, they were short staffed. He’s made a small circle of friends and Robyn’s grandparents are just down the road. It’s a very comfortable life.

And then one night he’s hanging out with his friends at the pub, and someone new comes in. Hob doesn’t get a glimpse until Joanna waves the stranger over and introduces him as an old uni mate.

It’s the guy. The hot guy who paid him £4000 cash for sex. Holy shit.

Their eyes meet and Hob feels his face turn bright red. The stranger introduces himself as Morpheus and sits down awkwardly next to Hob, while the rest of the group dissolves back into chatter. Which would be fine, except — Morpheus starts whisper-asking polite questions about Hob’s job. Do his friends know? Should Morpheus be discreet about their encounter? Is Hob being safe? Hob nearly dies there at the table. How’s he supposed to tell the guy that he’s a millionaire, not a rent boy?!

The worst part is, Morpheus is so fucking hot. Hob wants him all over again. And because he’s a fucking idiot, he lets Morpheus take him back to the little B&B he’s staying at nearby. Once again Hob is fucked into sweet oblivion in several different rooms, and when he’s too sore to go any more he takes over and finally fucks Morpheus on the actual bed. Morpheus gives him permission to stay the night and Hob thinks that he really, REALLY needs to come clean but. They both fall asleep.

In the morning over coffee in the kitchen, Morpheus says “I am afraid I only have £500 in cash. Do you have a PayPal account?” Just as Joanna pops in through the back door (it’s her girlfriend’s b&b, she has a key).

“Oh my GOD, Hob.” She says. “This is why EVERYONE assumes that you’re a whore!”

…and from there onwards, chaos reigns.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw sex work

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tumbleweed-run · 6 months

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Hello! I love your writing <3 May I ask, do you have any headcanons for Gale? I have a few (eg: his mother raised him alone - he's an only child - as much as he enjoys homecooked meals he's very well known in Waterdeep's fine dining establishments) I'm interested in hearing what you imagine about Gale outside what the game tells us!

Lighter stuff

I agree with you on pretty much all points

Gale might appreciate wine but he strikes me as a fancy whiskey boy. It's a vibe I get

His mother hates the beard, which is why he didn't grow it out until the hermit stage

He loves all books. Magical tomes, history of Faerun, tawdry bodice rippers. And he has a system to his library but it makes no sense to anyone who is not Gale

Personally, I think he's well-known in all Waterdeep's dining establishments. He's in the Yawning Portal at some point as an adult but I also feel like he visits the finer restaurants- probably with his mother

he was raised wealthy, I know he like "oh I haven't dabbled in wealth" but my dear boy was Top Teir middle class at best. I don't think they were 'own the world wealthy' but I believe he grew up with more than just a housekeeper, not having to worry about money. Mama's got Sea Ward money

And of course (because I pointed out his 'tower' is in the Dock Ward) I think as an adult Gale moved to the "rough and tumble" part of town to prove himself. (which is probably why they know him in the poorer establishments )

His tower is a freaking row home, maybe its like two floors taller. But it is a house. Gale is just a fanciful man. Or he's manifesting that shit, idk

I also think he goes home to mama in the sea ward at least 2x a week

Gale is a sorcerer

Gale is 300% a sorcerer whose mother(not magic) was fed up with her shit being set on fire, so she sent him to train in magics the way she was most familiar - Wizard Apprenticing

Less Light Stuff

Gale mentions 'parents' once (I think during the I was denied a kitten speech) I think his father was there at first and then left. Maybe he couldn't handle Gale, or he was just a shitty guy. I think that was the road to Gales "I'm not enough, I must prove I'm enough" syndrome.

I also believe he first encountered Mystra in the Sea Ward at the 'House of Wonder' which is a temple devoted to her. I believe he was young like 13/14 but my guess is she was aware of him from a younger age. (Most wizards apprentice starting at 13... and usually have no spellcasting abilities which is...)

I don't think his favorite color is purple. I think it was Mystra's color and therefor it became his favorite (which is why I like dying all his clothes NOT Purple). Judging by the only room we saw, it's red/maroon/burgundy- but he doesn't know that

I think some of his stunts at Blackstaff were not just his own hubris though he sees it that way, but also at "hey mystra look at me" thing. Which I think she encouraged

I also believe that he was a young adult when the muse-to-lover transition took place. Maybe a few years after he left his apprenticeship, he was old enough to be a 'man' but it was definitely a product of grooming.

I don't think he was ever truly her Chosen. Most gods bestow cool powers (look at the dead 3) or at least protections. She just... screwed him? Taunted him with stuff she knew was going to keep him hooked on her?

When he saw Mystra's interest waning he panicked because he didn't have very many friends (his only named or mentioned friend is Elminster who has the most messed up history with Mystra) and he'd certainly not taken a lover once she 'chose' him. And I assume this was years before the netherese orb disaster. He probably did increasingly dangerous things/adventures to keep her attention, just like he did as a boy.

#izzy rambles #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale headcanons #bg3 Gale

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prkwook · 7 months

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MUSE 🎨 shen ricky

☆ pairing: artist bf!ricky x gn!reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ wc: ~ 0.9k

☆ summary: ricky finds a muse in a stranger that would eventually become his one true love

☆ warnings: use of petnames (love, babe, hot stuff), y/n is called beautiful by ricky

☆ note: based on a req i got recently asking for artist ricky & of course i had to bc who doesn't love artist ricky?

"the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, i became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me." - ludwig van beethoven

Being a musician, you always heard talk about having a muse but you never expected to be someone’s. You certainly had found your own in your longtime boyfriend, Ricky. When you love someone as much as you loved him, creating art with them in mind becomes second-nature. Little did you know that he felt the same way about you long before you met.

“Hey y/n, do you mind if we stop by my studio on the way home? I forgot my paint brushes there this afternoon and I need them for class tomorrow. It’ll be quick, I promise.” your blond-haired boyfriend says to you as he helps you get your coat on.

“Yeah, of course!” you respond with a smile. You secretly love going to his art studio. You’ve always loved seeing his art, seeing the things he can create with just a pencil, some paint and paintbrush. In the past 3 years you’ve been together, his talent has never ceased to amaze you.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The familiar feeling of butterflies creeps up and makes you blush. In order to distract him from your rosy cheeks, you take hold of his hand and lead him out of the Thai restaurant you were regulars at.

As always, he walks over with you to the driver side of the car he bought you for your first anniversary and opens the door for you. In an effort to make you laugh, he pretends to climb into the driver seat. He pats the covered passenger seat and without missing a beat, he says “Hop in, hot stuff, let me take you for a ride.” in the most Chad voice ever, finishing off the bit with a wink. You laugh and give him a small slap to the arm. Mission = success!

Still laughing, you respond with “Okay Max Verstappen… you and what license?” As he climbs out of the car, he says something along the lines of “fair” and then offers you his hand to help you into the seat he had just occupied. Once he’s seated in his passenger princess throne, he queues up your go-to playlist and buckles up. You don’t need any directions since you know the route by heart. You can’t even count how many times you’ve driven these roads, bringing pick-up to his studio so you can keep him company on those inevitable late nights.

You park in your usual spot and hop out. Just like the gentleman he is, Ricky is already at your side, ready to offer a hand for you to take and as always, you take it and walk with him into the studio. Once you walk in, Ricky departs to go find his missing items with a “I’ll be right back, love.” and you’re left by yourself and his art. Looking around, a sketchbook laying open on his desk catches your eye. At first, you don’t want to look but curiosity gets the best of you and you sneak a glance. It’s a sketch of you sitting on stage with your cello, deeply immersed in the piece you were playing but somehow you still look completely at peace.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the spring talent show and your high school orchestra teacher had signed you up without you knowing. You found out a day after the deadline to drop out, so you were stuck doing it. The day of, your stage fright was so bad that you almost considered just not showing up, but something in the back of your mind told you that you had to go and so you did. When it was your turn, you walked nervously out onto stage with your cello in one hand and your sheet music in the other. Once seated, you looked out into the audience and made eye contact with a red-haired boy. He smiled at you and nodded, as if queuing you up to start. During the song, you would periodically glance over at him and he was always there with a smile and a look of encouragement. That red-haired boy not only turned out to be the boy you now call your boyfriend but also that was the day that you discovered your love for the cello.

“Hey babe, what is this?” you called out to Ricky, who was now walking back towards you, paintbrushes in hand.

“Oh, this? Nothing, just my old sketchbook from high school. Why?”

“Look at this. We didn’t even know each other then.” you say with a laugh.

“I know. I just thought you looked beautiful while playing. And clearly, I like drawing beautiful things.” He gestures to the wall behind him that’s full of sketches and paintings clearly inspired by you.

“Wait… when did you do this? I’ve never seen this before.”

“It was kind of supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I forgot so … Surprise!” He sheepishly grins and attempts to do jazz hands.

All you can do is laugh and pull him in. You give him a kiss and look him in the eyes.

“Thank you, sweet boy. It’s beautiful.”

You realize in this moment that you would give anything to be able to be his muse in every life.

#prkwook #zb1 ricky #shen quanrui #ricky x reader #shen ricky #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone x reader #ricky imagines #ricky fluff #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios

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idiasmentalhealth · 5 months

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GOD DAMNIT

MY HOZIER OBSESSION IS GOING TOO FAR‼️‼️‼️

I AM NOW LINKING MULTIPLE HOZIER SONGS NOT ONLY TO KURAS AND LEANDER BUT TO GRIM

SO I'M GONNA TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT SONGS ARE REMINDING ME OF HIM BECAUSE THE BRAINROT FROM FINISHING MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH IS VERY REAL

there's so many...

cut just so the post doesn't look too long

OBVIOUSLY THIS ONE HAS TO BE FIRST SUNSHINE.

"But whose heart would not take flight?

Betray the moon as acolyte

On first and fierce affirming sight

Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight"

"Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground

But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

We'll float away, but if we fall

I only pray, don't fall away from me"

THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MID PLAYTHROUGH TO PLAY THIS SONG ON REPEAT AND THEN CONTINUE

"My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah"

AGAIN WITH THE LIGHT

"Could this be how every day begins?

The sky set to burst

The gold and the rust

The colour erupts

You filling my cup

The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light"

psychopomp... get it cuz he's... the grim reaper...

"The feeling came late

I'm still glad I met you

The memory hurts

But does me no harm

Your hand in my pocket

To keep us both warm

The poor thing in the road

Its eye still glistening

The cold wet of your nose

The Earth from a distance

See how it shines"

"Some part of me must have died

The first time that you called me baby

And some part of me came alive

The first time that you called me baby

These days I think I owe my life

To flowers that were left here by my mother

Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again

This life lived mostly underground

Unknowing either sight nor sound

'Til reaching up for sunlight

Just to be ripped out by the stem"

"When you move

I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be

When you move

I could never define all that you are to me

So move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby"

and last, but certainly not least,

"I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her"

#two and a half studios #a date with death #grim reaper #hozier #hozier songs #hozier lyrics #Spotify

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uravitypng · 8 months

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

pairing: denki kaminari x reader, (hanta sero x reader)

word count: 4.5k

content warnings/things in part three: everyone is oblivious to everyone's feelings, jealous/needy denki, shopping at the beginning but i'm not specific on describing exactly what been brought just that it's slightly shorter than what the reader would typically buy, reader's social battery drains quickly, reader has some resentment towards jirou and only ever calls them jirou sfdhhsvjg, written with a chubby reader in mind (smut in later chapters/+18)

a/n: i hope you all enjoy part three, this is the longest part so far and i'm not really sure if i like all of it but i think i do! i'm so excited for the this series to carry on. let me all know what you think about this chapter!

i talk too much summery: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

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In a weeks time is the charity gala event that's held every year for heroes and if someone doesn't go it certainly looks bad on them. If they're not on patrol or wrapped up in hero work they should be there, especially if they're big names or retired big names. You may not be the number one hero but you're noticeable and you're a big enough name to make it a problem if you didn't turn up which is not the best for you. Every year is the same, spending hours picking and trying on outfits only to wear once, a smile plastered on your face all night that makes your cheeks hurt when you get home, heels so high you feel as tall as Mt Lady and this year is the same problem.

Denki already has a car hired to take you both to the event in case either of you want to drink and because he knows you walking so far in heels would likely be a disaster.

You've been fretting for days now about the gala, you still haven't brought a dress for the night and shopping for clothes really does not bode well for your self esteem. You prefer buying clothes online so you don't have to go to stores and try clothes on but sizes on websites can sometimes be wrong and they look different than advertised.

You know you shouldn't compare yourself to your friends and your colleagues but you can't help stop yourself, they spend so much money and time getting ready in comparison to you it makes you stand out when you think you don't look as good as them or you don't spend hours doing your hair. You care about your appearance at these events but they make your esteem plummet, you always think your friends look better than you, dress better than you and look more desirable than you.

Now you don't want to people to get the wrong idea, you don't really care about desirability, actually you care very little about it but it might make Denki do a double take for once, maybe he might even do a double take and make a flirtatious comment. That's the kind of desirability you want. You don't wish to become on a list of the hottest bachelorette pro heroes, if anything you want to only be considered 'hot' to a few people but to the rest of the world you want to be called something different, something other than desirable. You want to be called a pro hero who's amazing at her job, especially in away missions, a pro hero that if you hear a commotion and see a crime taking place down the road you spring right into action even if you're not on duty. Just referring to you as desirable would be a disservice.

But for some reason, with this gala, you agreed to let Mina help find you a dress and you're already regretting it as she calls you after she's finished work asking if you're ready to go shopping. You had no idea she wanted to go today and you were so close to cancelling. You couldn't help it, it's like being thrown into the deep end but not only can you not swim but you're also allergic to the water. Having no time to prepare to get in the right mindset to go shopping definitely put you on edge but you agree all the same knowing that you've got to get it over and done with and Mina might not accept the decision of you cancelling and drag you out anyway.

"Hey! Ready to go shopping?" Mina calls as she see's you.

"Not particularly."

She laughs at your reply, "that's my girl. Lets go! I have a couple styles in mind."

Mina's already brought what she's going to wear, she brought it months ago but when you asked for help she dropped every plan that she could possibly cancel to help you. You've never asked her or anyone else, for that matter, to help you shop for clothes before so she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of helping you choose something amazing.

She has a plan in mind, something you're comfortable in, she loves you and she wants you to feel comfortable but she also wants you to feel confident. Luckily Mina still gives you some control of the situation, letting you decide the store. There's only a few shops around that cater to your size so you visit the one you like most.

Two hours later you're still in the dressing room, surrounded by expensive clothes that are mostly in black, because 'everyone looks good in black', as Mina keeps passing you new ones to try. You reluctantly stay until you find one. You like it, in fact you love it but if you said that out loud you might change your mind about it. It's slightly more fitted than the ones you typically go for and it shows slightly more skin. It's out of your comfort zone for sure and something you'd definitely not pick to wear without Mina but you're glad she came along.

Tonight's the night of the gala and Denki's waiting in the living room for you and he's so very close to knocking on your door to see if you're nearly ready but he knows that would not be a good idea, you'd be sour all night and would stay away from him so he waits as patiently as he can.

When you come out the room he's so very glad he didn't rush you. The dress you're wearing is different to what he's used to and what he expected you to wear. Seeing Denki's reaction but not recognising his look on his face you assume the worse and pull your dress down as low as you can. After seeing this Denki rushes out to reassure you, "you look lovely 'doll. You ready to go?" It's rare that Denki compliments specifically your appearance or outfits. Fiddling with your fingers and shifting from side to side you answer, "Thank you, Denks. You look lovely too. I'm ready, are you?"

Denki really does look nice. He's wearing a black notch lapel suit meaning the suit has a triangular shape V because of the sewing of the lapels into the collar of the jacket. He's not wearing a tie but he's wearing cufflinks, if you look close enough you can see that they're the ones you brought him when you all left UA, they're silver circles with a yellow lightning bolt on them.

He holds out his arm for you to take and with a cheeky smile on his face asks, "ready mademoiselle?"

Accepting his arm, "ready monsieur."

Arriving at the gala gives you other reasons why you dreaded it. This year there are more camera's outside than normal and you wonder why. It makes you anxious, you're use to the camera's you just don't like them. Denki places his hand on the small of your back and falls in step beside you, in doing so calming you down and giving you security. You dreaded the noise and how busy it was. You started scouting the hall, looking out for any of your friends, maybe even catch up with your old classmates.

"I found people, let's go." Still holding onto the small of your back he guides you through the crowd. You were already on edge with the surroundings and all those cameras but then your mood drops as you spotted where he was taking you both, right to Jirou. There was more than just Jirou there, but you knew that's why he's going over, not because Hanta's and Ejirou's over there, both of you see them all the time, and it's not because Yaomomo or Katsuki and Ochaco are over there either, it's for Jirou. He complimented you at the beginning of the night and your stomach fluttered with butterflies but now you'll have to watch him flirt all night with someone else, someone who neither of you have seen in so long so it's awful to think about how much he'll be talking to her and about her in the following weeks.

"Heyo," Hanta calls when he see's you, making you grin wide as he holds his hand up for you to high five.

You perk up at his anticts at high five him back, "Heyo."

There's a collection of greetings from everyone. Momo complimenting your dress and you saying back that Mina helped you, Uraraka saying she missed you as you hug her.

Bakugou saying he didn't he sees you all the fucking time, causing you to smack him lightly on the back of his head while grinning. "Don't be like that that Katsuki." He scowls at you and makes a dismissive sound before calling you a dumbass.

Denki exchanges pleasantries with everyone, you were too wrapped up in your conversation with Kiri and Hanta to even notice that he hadn't flirted or made any kind of comment towards Jirou at all.

"You look beautiful," Kiri says earnestly making your heart warm.

"Yes, you look very hot. I'm liking the dress." Hanta adds on.

You chuckle, "thank you Kiri and when did you become such a creep Han."

"I'm simply making an observation," Hanta replies causing you to try, and fail, at controlling your laughing volume sounding a lot louder than you intended to be.

Hanta looks good too, all your friends do.

Bakugou's wearing his hero costume colours in a suit, his hair slightly more tamed and he has pencilled eyeliner on his lash line like his mask, you'd put money that his publicist from the agency made him wear it all.

Most of your friends have gone with their hero costume colours with Ochaco wearing an all pink flowy dress that goes down to her ankles, Kiri wearing a suit similar to the one he wore at I-Expo, Momo a red fitted dress and Jirou wearing a longer dress catered to her aesthetic, but Hanta, well Hanta looked really good.

Hanta was wearing a cool dark grey tone unstructured blazer his dress shirt had the first button undone. How someone can look this good but keep it simple, classy and somewhat casual in formal wear is beyond you.

Denki watches you make conversation with Hanta and his jaw clenches as he wonders why you're talking to him when there's people you haven't seen in months or close to a year, yet you're choosing to talk to Sero who you saw earlier this week. Is this why you're wearing that dress? For him?

Denki wants your attention, wants you to focus your attention back on him. "I'm going to get us drinks. Do you want to come?"

You were about to decline but you feel him hold your wrist loosely in his hand and you look and see an expression on your face that you know too well, it's the look that he gives you when he wants you to agree with something so desperately. His 'puppy dog eyes' look. You don't speak for a second, all the background noise fades away as you try and understand why he wants you to come with him so bad and that's when you connect that he's standing next to Jirou and something might have happened or someone might have said something insensitive to him.

He pulls your hand a bit and lowers his voice, "please."

"Of course Denki," you nod. "I'll follow you anywhere," you tell him softly and honestly. Your heart starts racing as you realised what you said. You've said stuff like this to him before and you always mean it truthfully, you'll follow him anywhere. You'd follow him to the end of the world and knowing your luck it could happen. He can be so oblivious, like with how you truly feel towards him that he might not even notice he was at the end of the world until you pointed it out to him. You hope that Denki can't feel your pulse racing while he's holding onto you.

He doesn't notice, he's too relieved that you agreed to go with him, that you chose to go with him instead of staying with everyone else, instead of staying with Sero. "We're going to get drinks, we'll see you guys later." Before you can say your goodbyes he's gently but firmly pulling you to the bar. You want to make a joke about his haste to get away from the conversations everyone's having but you don't know if that would be appropriate with whatever he's feeling right now and with whatever happened.

He drags you to one of the stools and orders your favourite drink. "Are you okay Denki?"

"Just peachy," he didn't mean it to sound sarcastic, he didn't mean it to come out at all. He wanted to tell you that he's fine, to assure you that with you next to him he's having a good night but he's vexed and frustrated.

"Did...Did something happen Denks? With Jirou? Or... Um something else?" You wearily question.

He turns his head around to face you so quickly it's a wonder how he didn't get whiplash. "Why would something happen with Jirou?" He looks quizzically at you, having no idea why you're bringing her up.

You became equally confused as you see his expression. "I thought maybe something happened and you wanted to get away from her." You take a sip of your drink, using it as an excuse to look away from him.

"Nothing happened with Jirou or anyone. I just wanted to spend time with you," he says while running his hand through his hair, you look up just in time to see him and cuss him out in your head for looking so attractive.

If you were anyone else you would have asked him further questions but you're use to this by now, his confusing statements that always leave you wondering why he wants something. If you were anyone else you would have wondered why he didn't want to spend time with any of the others or spend time with Jirou, the girl he's mad about. Instead he wants to spend his time with you when he see's you every single day but by this point you're use to it. When he says random things and constantly wants your attention, really living up to the 'puppy dog eyes.'

"Let's live together."

"Are you sure you want to live with me Denki. I mean we've got enough money to buy our own places." he convinced you that living together would be the best decision you would ever make, it was.

You were tidying up the house one day when Denki came up behind you scaring you. "Come shopping with me." you put your hands on your hips and turn to face him.

"Now why on earth would I do that Denks, it's your turn to go shopping."

"It's no fun without you though." you agree but grumble about how it's his turn and you're going to both go together next time. he happily agrees like that was part of his plan all along.

you hear clutter in the living room as Denki's searching for all the takeout menu's. "let's order in tonight."

"I've got a date remember.

"Yeah I do but he's ugly and I'm better. Pizza?"

When you and Denki went to watch a film at the cinema, you run into Eijirou and you stopped to talk for awhile, arranging to all hang out later tonight as you were all free. Denki flicks your hand. "pay attention to me."

Denki casually tells you, "if we're not married by the time we're 40 we should get married," causing you to spit out your tea. "Two pros getting married will boost both our ratings up like crazy, the look on our parents faces when we tell it's a publicity stunt though will be interesting, pretty sure my parents like you better than they like me. Mina and Kirishima are planning to do the same thing."

"Bold of you to assume i'm going to make it 40." You chuckle.

You don't see the angry look on his face as replies, "you better."

You giggle, "you just can't live without someone paying attention to you every hour of every day." In a normal setting your heart would be bursting out of your chest but you knew he didn't mean what he said, it surprised you but after you got over the initial shock it was fine. He's just been listening to Kirishima too much. Plus both of your ratings are good enough as it is and there is already speculation of you both together.

"You'll stay with me right?" Denki takes a sip of his drink and looks hopeful at you.

"All night." You respond before stealing his drink and tasting it, scrunching your nose in disgust, "Denks, this is gross."

You stay together alone for the majority of the night at the bar before you decide it's probably in both your best interests to mingle. The whole time Denki stays attached to you, staying by your side.

It's now getting late and you start wondering if it would be appropriate for you to take your leave. The gala hasn't ended but it could be on all night for all you know. You've seen some heroes leave but Denki's next to you smirking at a joke Mic said and you have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

You're trying to keep up with everyone, with Denki, but it's hard with your social battery draining. You excuse yourself from the conversation to go to the bathroom, although it's just an excuse for you to take a deep breath and be away from all the noise and chatter.

After a couple minutes you head back out of the bathroom and go out to find Denki when you hear Hanta calling your name. Before you can comprehend what you're doing your legs walk and you go to Hanta. He's standing on his own which is surprising, due to the charismatic and social butterfly he is.

"You look tired."

"Gee, thanks Hanta. Did you call me over just to say that?"

"Oh snappy aren't you? I didn't mean it as a bad thing, I promise. I'm just surprised you're still here that's all."

"Well I'm surprised you're here alone." You reply, you know you're being short with him but you're just so drained and it feels like he's teasing you.

He doesn't take any offence to your tone and short replies.

"Actually I was with Midoriya but I left when I saw you to come talk to you."

"Oh." you mumble.

"You look super drained, why haven't you gone home yet?" He questions gently as to try and let you know he's coming from a place of caring and he's not teasing you.

"Denki's having fun." You nod your head to where he is, where he's animatedly telling a story to Hawks.

"Hmmm, do you want me to take you home." Sero leans closer to you. He's so tuned in on your feelings and your needs, he always just knows.

You look up to see him softly smiling at you, "you look really nice tonight Hanta."

He chuckles and pulls you closer so you're leaning against him. "Thank you pretty girl, but that's not what i asked is it?" he strokes your knuckles with his thumb as he mumbles under his breath about how you're too tired.

"You really would take me home Han? You're having a good time though." you ask quietly, not sure if you want to go home but if you were more awake and socially aware you'd be calling Hanta your saviour right now for the offer.

"You're more important. If you want me to take you home I will."

Neither of you are aware but you're being watched, if Denki saw you he'd come marching up and drag you away but he's so invested in the conversation he's having that he doesn't know where you are. The people who do see however are Katsuki, Mina and Kiri and that's not the best people to see because right now Mina is jumping to every possible conclusion.

Mina may be the worst person to see this innocent act other than Denki but at the same time Kirishima is hardly any better as he's thinking about every interaction he's seen you two have together and every word you've spoken about each other. Katsuki is the one telling Mina to 'leave it alone', 'it's not a big deal', 'it's probably nothing' and to 'forget about it'. He makes a quick glance around the room trying to spot Kaminari. He knew you and Sero were close but not this close. He thought that you and Kaminari have been dating for years and have been lying to everyone who asks about it. Dating as a pro was hard so he just assumed you two kept it super under the radar from everyone, including your friends. He never pushed either of you on the subject.

"Bakugou, there's no way there isn't something going between those two! Of course it's a big deal and of course I'm going to talk about it! Do you think they're dating or that they're just into each other?" Mina whispers loudly and excitedly. "Oh my god! She asked me to help her buy a dress, do you think that was because of Sero?" She directs the question to Kirishima knowing that they live close together and he's more likely to entertain her questions.

He doesn't want to get involved in you and Sero's relationship, it wouldn't be manly of him but he does wonder why neither of you have never mentioned anything to him before. He thinks about Kaminari and how it gives him a weird feeling. By the way you're leaning against each other now right now and talking close so that only each other can hear he has to admit it that it does look rather intimate.

"Don't forget guys, they're both always very touchy with people, not just with other." He's trying to rationalise it and you do always touch Kaminari and fall asleep on Sero and hug Mina, but when Sero leans down closer to talk to you it puts Bakugou and Kirishima on edge, Mina is ecstatic for her friends but Bakugou and Kirishima are now hyper-aware that Kaminari is in the room.

You look around the room trying to find Denki. "Want to wait for Denki."

Hanta straightens his posture and takes a deep breath but you're none the wiser. "Are you sure? He might be here for hours. I don't want you to collapse out of exhaustion."

"I'm sure Han," you whisper. "I'll.. I'll, wait for him. He shouldn't be too long. Thank you though, you're the best."

Right on cue, Denki turns around and looks at you, his eyes hardens when he see that you leaning against Hanta but as soon as you see him you beam from ear to ear, softening Denki's gaze. He excuses himself from the conversation he's having and starts to go over to you. Hanta noticed Denki, "I think Kaminari might take you home, he looks pretty displeased right now."

You giggle, "he's been a bit more protective of late. I think it's because our patrol times have been different and we haven't seen each other much. Hopefully soon it will be back to normal."

"Hey 'doll, hey Sero. What are you guys up to?"

You move off of Hanta, "can we go home soon Denki, 'm tired."

Denki's heart nearly breaks as he see's how drained you are and how drained you must have been for ages. "I'm sorry babydoll, I've been so wrapped up talking to everyone. I promise I'll make it up to you, let's go home yeah?" you nod your head and wave bye to Hanta.

Denki knows he should probably say goodbye to everyone individually but right now all he cares about is getting you back home. "Can you tell everyone we left and said bye Hanta," Denki requests.

"Sure thing dude. See you guys later, get home safe."

Denki holds your hand and intertwines your fingers with his before guiding you out.

The three onlookers were still watching the interaction, all with their drinks in their hand with Bakugou and Kirishima breathing a sigh of relief, when, from the distance it looked like everything was okay between Kaminari and Sero.

"Do you think she loves him?" Mina asks as she watches you follow Denki.

"Who?" Kirishima observes you leave.

"Kaminari." Mina responds having not taken her eyes off you since you started making your way to the door.

"Leave it raccoon eyes."

"it's just a question Bakugou." Mina retorts.

Kirishima sighs as he answers, "it's not any of our business Mina."

"They're our friends Kirishima."

"Yes and because of that we're staying out of it." As they were watching they were caught by Sero, making accidental eye contact with him. Everyone quickly looks away.

Denki takes you home and on the way he keeps apologising. "Please don't say sorry Denks." You squeeze his hand that you're still holding.

He turns to you and moves some of your hair out of the way of your face and delicately tucks it behind your ear, "'doll I am so sorry, and I need to apologise. I should have been more aware and have been making sure you're okay. I know how quickly your social battery drains, especially compared to mine, I should of been checking up on you," he's looking you in the eye, you think he must be tired too because his eyes are slightly watery. He presses your foreheads together and says so quietly it's a surprise you even heard him apoligise again, "I'm sorry."

You keep the same energy as he does and keep your foreheads together still touching, "it's okay Denki, I promise. You're here now. Plus Hanta was making sure I was okay."

Denki changes position and turns his head away from you, "yeah, but it should have been me."

Come the following morning Kirishima and Mina have completely forgot the conversation they had the previous, they had too much to drink and their memory of the end of the night is fuzzy only remembering pieces. Bakugou didn't drink at all, he remembers everything. He won't say anything to anyone.

You wake up to Denki entering your room with a tray and a huge gleeful grin on his face, "breakfast in bed! Made just for you." You rub your eyes slowly waking up, "I let you sleep in but I'm off today and so are you, so I thought we could spend the day together."

You groan, "five more minutes."

"I thought you'd say that," Denki chuckles and places the tray on your bedside table, "budge up, if you're going back to bed, I'm waiting here until you do." You groan as you make room for him. If you were more awake you would be internally screaming that Denki Kaminari, your best friend and the man you love is currently sitting next to you in bed but you're already half asleep.

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Regarding Hyle Hunt

There's been a little discourse regarding the role one Ser Hyle Hunt will play in Lady Brienne of Tarth's storyline going forward. Some people seem to think that he is her perfect match because they hate the idea that Brienne deserves to have a romance with the man she wants--aka one Ser Jaime Lannister--because that messes with the narrative they want to push, whatever that narrative may be.

Some people think that Ser Hyle Hunt is a more interesting and more remarkable man than he truly is, when nothing he's said or done to this point has shown him to be anything of the sort. Personally, I'm not impressed with a man who set up a bet with his buddies over a young noblewoman's virginity--which was essentially the kiss of death to said young woman, who didn't have much going for her on the marriage mart in the first place. (Don't give me the "men will be men" explanation. That makes you no better than Randyll Tarly.) And his proposal of marriage boils down to: "Hey, baby, you've got an island and a lot of money, I've got a functional dick that's already proven to be fertile. I can close my eyes and blow out the candle. Let's do it." How romantic.

There has been absolutely no indication that Brienne will ever love this man, or even care the slightest for him. Threatening to turn someone into a eunuch isn't playful banter, especially not when said man once bet on her virginity and the last time she confronted someone(s) in that bet, she beat the living shit out of them. She hasn't forgotten, and she really hasn't forgiven. And when it comes to Hyle, she never really will, because in her eyes, what he did was the worst of all of them. He came the closest to winning by doing the one thing none of the others did--he made her feel included, like she might be earning a little bit of respect in that camp. Then she found out it was all a lie.

"But she hated Jaime at first!" Yeah, but that was before Jaime: told a lie about Tarth's wealth to save her from rape; shouted "sapphires" and risked a beating to save her from rape again; risked his own life to save hers by jumping unarmed into a bear pit (with only one hand to boot), and revealed the truth about why he killed Aerys, thus revealing that rather than it being a callous act, he'd saved an entire city of innocents--a noble act. THEN he put his trust in her to find Sansa, gifting her with a horse, armor, and a priceless sword. He gave her the respect Hyle only pretended to give her, expecting nothing in return.

What has Hyle done on their road trip? When Brienne kills the three former Bloody Mummers, I'm curious: how long was Hyle there? At least long enough to see her and Pod burying Nimble Dick, but the way he's described sitting there casually makes me think he'd been there longer. Watching. Sitting back doing nothing while she might've been killed. And we don't know what his true motives are in following her. If she finds Sansa, is he going to help her get Sansa to safety--or is he going to betray her and try to turn Sansa in to the Crown for the reward?

If you want any further proof that she doesn't care about Hyle, think about who she tried to bargain for when Lady Stoneheart was about to hang them all. Not herself, and certainly not Hyle. Podrick, the boy. And when they were hanging, as she was dying. the only person she had eyes for was Pod.

And who did she presumably agree to kill Jaime for? Podrick.

Yeah. She's really going to come around on Hyle.

#Brienne of Tarth #Hyle Hunt #Jaime Lannister #ASOIAF meta #give me a break people #reading comprehension #it's a thing

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 4 months

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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 2 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

part 2!!!! I hope yall enjoy :) <3 much love

Part 1 here

Warnings: mentions of neglect/abuse, sukuna is a warning himself, he gets a little violent but doesn't hurt anyone on purpose, sukuna is somewhat out of character but i feel like i dont need to clarify that

Word count: 3.2k

The crowd is deafening, fit for a wedding of royal proportions, but they cannot know the turmoil that lies beneath the surface. Your face betrays nothing, you pretend to be in love for as long as you must, his hands guide you strongly towards the open carriage. There is nothing on your mind but questions, left unanswered in the face of the people. You itch to blurt every thought that crosses your mind but it is as if your tongue has forgotten how to speak.

The door shuts, your fate appears to be sealed, but you’ve saved Ryomen from… something. The dress was beautiful before, but now it feels too restrictive, you feel like a rabbit with its foot caught in a trap. Not to mention you’re almost suffocating under the weight of his cursed energy which is much more potent now that the pair of you are out of the castle. He hasn’t let his guard drop even now that the pair of you are finally alone on the open road, your parents in a carriage further ahead and Gojo sharing with the maids who came with you to allow you time with your new husband.

It feels strange to call him that when all you really know about him is his name, but you find yourself once again studying his face nervously, looking for anything to say. He looks up, his arms folded and his body slightly slouched against the red cushions, “What? Do I have something on my face?” He snaps. You shrink back slightly, shaking your head, “No… I just….” He huffs, averting his gaze out the window, “Spit it out,”

“What happened? Why are you so desperate to get out? Weren’t you second in line to the throne?” His eyes tell you that your question was both expected and unexpected and you mentally prepare to take it back, but he sighs, letting his hands drop to his knees. “Kaori Itadori is not my mother,” He murmurs, “But Jin Itadori is my father,” It takes you a few seconds to connect the dots and you launch to your feet with the revelation, catching yourself on the roof of the carriage.

“But… wouldn’t that also make Yuji…?” He shakes his head, “We’re not twins, I’m older by a few weeks, it’s a miracle we look so alike,” He growls, “Jin Itadori is one lucky bastard,” The carriage goes over an unforgiving bump and his hands dart to grab your waist and steady you, fingers buried in the swathes of white fabric, your chest heavy with the weight of the dress and his energy combined, “Careful there princess,” He murmurs, “Wouldn’t want you getting bruised on our wedding night,”

He’s so gentle with you as he places you on the seat beside him that you feel cruel when the next question spills from your lips, “Your cursed energy, is the king… afraid of it?” He pulls his hands away, leaning his elbows on his knees and messing with his hair. After a few moments of silence he shakes his head, “I have no idea,” He murmurs, “Probably, if even you think it would be enough of a threat,” You look away, thinking for a moment, “The castle has some sort of suppression technique cast over it, I could barely sense my personal guard even when he was standing right behind me,”

“You think he did it just to suppress me?” He scoffs, “He doesn’t care about me, or what happens to me,” “But he cares about his image,” You correct him, “Even with the suppression your energy was overflowing last night at the ball, all that negative energy would almost certainly reflect badly on him considering the fact you’ve spent almost your whole life in the castle,” He looks back to you, “Are you afraid of me?” You’re shocked that he would ask that, but then settle slightly as you realise that his question makes sense. You just asked him if an incredibly powerful man, a King, was afraid of his energy, and yet you yourself are seated next to him with a ring on your finger that binds you to him. “Should I be? You haven’t hurt me yet,” You let your head fall back against the plush wall behind you, tilting until you can look into his brown eyes.

“Is your name Jin Itadori?” He grins wolfishly, finally shrugging the heavy formal tunic off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The white dress shirt left on his body makes him look younger, and you notice as he rolls his sleeves up that he doesn’t share any of the arm tattoos his half-brothers have and proudly show off. You touch your wrist for a moment as you take in his image, before he waves a hand in front of your face, “Any chance you’ve got some clothes stashed in here? As wonderful as you look in that dress I’d quite like you to be comfortable, I can hear you struggling to breathe,”

You blink, not expecting his sudden change in demeanour as he begins to relax, “I… hang on, I might,” You murmur, “Knowing Geto I’m sure he had something arranged…” You shift until you’re seated on the floor on your knees, lifting the seat you were sitting on before to reveal a compartment underneath. His arm comes up over you to hold it open and you smile gratefully as you dig through the clothing, finding a simple f/c gown that lacks a corset, perfect for long distance travel. You pull it out with a triumphant smile and he seems smug, “Need help getting undressed princess?” He teases.

Oh. Right. Stuck in a carriage, alone with your new husband. Your face flushes with embarrassment, it took four maids to get you into the dress, you know you’ll be forced to ask him to help you lest you make a fool of yourself or accidentally tear the dress. “Come on, don’t be shy now, I don’t bite,” He chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “It’s not me that I’m worried about,” You roll your eyes, shutting the compartment and lifting yourself until you’re seated across from him again, “Geto is protective, and will not hesitate to defend me if something happens to me,”

“You think he could go up against me?” He smirks, folding his arms, “Please, nothing is going to happen,” “So prove it, you’re my husband now whether you like it or not, so be my husband,” You say firmly, trying to gain some ground on him, “We may see one another without clothes in the future, so why not start now?” He laughs, you don’t think you’ve heard him laugh before, and you find you want him to do it again. “You’re feisty, I like it,” He says, relaxing again and spreading his legs slightly and beckoning you, “Come here, I’ll see what I can do about everything down to that corset I know you’re wearing,”

You take his outstretched hands and stand between his legs, his hands then tracing over your hips as he turns you so you’re facing away, reaching for the line of clasps that lead from the top of the dress to your hips. You feel the pressure in your chest lessen as the dress comes loose, pooling at your feet, and then his hands trace up the boning of the corset that hugs your abdomen, gently untying the lace ribbons that hold it together. “You know, for a man known for his strength, you have the gentle touch of a musician,” You comment, angling your head to look back and down at him.

He looks up as the corset falls slightly to rest at your hips, “Well Princess, as I said before, we don’t want to bruise you on our wedding night, unless you’re begging for it,” He smirks again, pressing a kiss out of your line of sight to the small of your back between the loose edges of the corset. You resist the urge to shiver, his hands on your hips as he helps you step out of the dress, “That thing is going to piss me off if it can’t fit where the other dress came from,” He growls, pushing it with his foot before you can protest, “Where is this other dress?”

You quickly shimmy out of the corset, left in a loose white undershirt and petticoat, and pick up the new dress, stepping into it and pulling it up over your underwear. “I can always ask the maids to take it,” You say as his hands return to your back, delicately clasping up the back of the new dress, “Just don’t kick it around, I don’t want to damage it,”

“No need to be so precious, I didn’t realise you felt that strongly about it,” He mutters, “Now c’mon, tell me about my new home,” He spins you around before you can react, pulling you down so you’re sitting sideways in his lap, your arms shooting up around his neck. As you sit there too shocked to reply, he laughs and lets his hands rest on your hip, wrapped around your middle, “You’re so easy to fluster, have I caught your heart in my grasp already?”

“How are you so carefree right now?” You murmur, “Your whole life… and I’m the only person outside your brothers and parents who knows,” His face falls back to neutral and you can tell he’s angry, you know you’re a fool for poking, especially after the pleasant exchange you just shared, but you have to know, “Did you ever fight back?” He falls still, your fear is amplified by his lack of any kind of signal or cue.

He pushes you off him, “I couldn’t, what don’t you understand about that?” He growls as you catch yourself on the other seat, your hip sparking with pain as it catches the edge, “Jin Itadori is the King of one of the largest nations on the fucking continent, you don’t think I wanted to be free of him?! I rebelled my entire life against royal duties and parties and fucking teachers who thought they knew better than me,” His eyes are dark and his energy has returned full force, amplified by his rage, “Some of the best sorcerers on the continent told my father I was a lost cause and that he needed to kill me before I grew too strong, they thought I couldn’t hear them but I could hear everything,”

You dig your fingers into the cushions beneath you as he shouts, “Jin Itadori thought I was a worthless piece of shit shoved onto him by a woman he never even loved, and frankly I’m lucky he didn’t manage to kill me before I learned to defend myself because he sure fucking tried!” You don’t even realise the carriage has come to a halt until the door swings open and you’re wrenched out by a strong hand. You bury your face against the navy blue cloak you find yourself hidden behind. It’s Geto, clearly having sensed something was wrong, with a pair of four legged vaguely big-cat shaped curses flanking him as he puts himself between you and your volatile husband.

“Are you alright my lady?” He asks over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the carriage. You nod quietly, peering around him to see Ryomen who has his head in his hands, gripping his hair tightly. “Sir, Prince Ryomen,” Geto says quietly, “I need you to calm down, or I will have to put Princess Y/n in the carriage behind,” The man looks almost frantic when he looks up again, a thousand words trapped behind his eyes as he reaches a hand out only to realise Geto is between the two of you. He gets to his feet, his energy washing over the pair of you but not able to penetrate through Geto’s concentrated bubble of energy, “Give her to me,” He whispers.

Geto’s hand on your wrist tightens but you shift around him, “My lady, he is unstable-“ You look up at him, cutting off his words with just a look, “Thank you Geto, but I can handle it from here,” You say simply. “Of course your highness,” He murmurs, bowing his head slightly as you step back up into the carriage. Ryomen’s hands are on you within an instant, pulling you to him as he whispers a thousand apologies against your hair. You hear the door to the carriage shut and the call as Geto instructs the group to continue onwards, bringing your hands up to his hair and gently combing your fingers through the pink strands.

“I should not have pushed you, you have my sincerest apologies Ryomen,” You murmur, “I will not ask of your father’s mistreatment again,” You feel him shaking his head, his arms pulling you down until you’re once again seated beside one another as he reaches up to cup your cheeks. “My lady,” He murmurs, “It is not you who should apologise, your guard is right, I am an unstable man at best and a risk to your safety,” He opens his eyes, you spot a tint of red leeching inwards at the edges of his irises, “Is it selfish that I do not wish to be parted, despite the fact I may hurt you someday?”

“If anyone is selfish here it is me, you’re a risk I’m willing to take for the sake of my kingdom, you’re a strong man and I believe the good in you will outweigh your suffering,” You clutch his wrists, “Ryomen L/n, you have taken my last name, you are my family now,” You whisper, meeting his intense gaze, “You are free,” “You still fear me,” He murmurs, his gaze switching between your eyes, “How could you not?” “Prove me wrong then,” You shift your hands down his arms slightly, “Prove to me you will not hurt me, it doesn’t have to be right this second, but I have the utmost confidence in your integrity and your resilience,”

You feel his hands warm with cursed energy, the soreness in your hip where you collided with the seat dissipates almost immediately, a warm feeling flowing through you instead. “Where’d you learn to do that?” You ask, “That’s reverse cursed energy, isn’t it?” He nods, leaning into your space until his forehead is against yours, “One of the captains taught me how to use my energy,” He murmurs, “He didn’t teach me to directly reverse it though, his theory was that it would be the easiest way to dispel great quantities of it all at once. I used to use it to soothe my younger brothers when they were in pain,”

You sigh softly, shifting up on the bench until you can cradle his head to your chest, “I’m learning so much about you in such a small amount of time,” You murmur, brushing his hair back, “Are you okay?” He nestles further against you, “With you as an ally, I think I might be,” His voice is soft and vulnerable, you can only assume he hasn’t spoken this freely in years, if ever. The two of you remain in soft silence for the remainder of the trip. Too wired on the information you’ve taken in you find you cannot sleep where usually the soft lull of the carriage would put you to sleep like a baby.

You spend your time combing your fingers through his hair as he leans heavily against you, crowding you up against the side of the carriage but not uncomfortably. You let him lay practically on top of you, sleeping peacefully as your thoughts roam and your eyes watch the stars through the window. By the time the sun begins to rise again you can see the familiar stone walls of the Iqorian capital, Adenfast, the castle in the centre dominating the skyline but not overshadowing the city. A shadow passes over the window before you and Geto’s face comes into view, his hair and cloak hanging down as he looks into the carriage upside down.

You giggle softly as he tilts his head, squinting for a moment before nodding, “We’re almost there!” He says, his voice muffled through the glass. You nod in reply, Ryomen’s body shifting until he can hide from the strengthening light. You cast your gaze down to his pastel pink hair, tracing your fingers through the dark undercut as his breathing steadily grows. “Get off me brat,” He mutters, batting at your hands. You’re shocked, hands up slightly, but his mind seems to catch up a moment later as he opens his eyes and grabs your hands, “Wait, sorry, I thought you were Yuji for a second,”

He guides your hands back to his hair and relaxes again, “We’re almost in Adenfast, would you like to see?” He pushes himself up with his hands on either side of your thighs, leaning over you to look out the carriage window. “It’s brighter than Khoccadia,” He murmurs and you notice his eyes have returned to normal after his outburst the night before, “This… this feels like a home,” You’re eager to see him thrive, but you can also feel the fear still lingering from his father’s influence.

You know it will take time for him to adjust, and you know things will be rocky to start off with considering the circumstances of your marriage, “I hope it can be your home as much as it is mine,” You murmur, tracing your fingers down the side of his face closest to you. He grins, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “If I got to have things my way, my father would regret everything, and you could be by my side the entire time,” You smile softly, “Until such time, enjoy your freedom, you deserve it,”

His gaze traces down until it lands on your wrists, “Ah, when do we get the tattoos done?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Ideally as soon as possible, before you officially appear to the public,” Geto says as he opens the carriage door and steps in. “Geto! Moving carriage? Have some sense of self-preservation!” You scold him as he sits across from the pair of you, the primary veil lowered around the city of Adenfast washing over you like the feeling of water.

“Just wanted to check on my lady,” He puts his hands up in surrender, “We’re approaching the castle grounds, they’ve been closed off for the time being until we get you two into the privacy of the castle itself,” You nod, “Thank you,” “Gojo wants to talk to you about your energy, Sir,” Geto nods to Ryomen, “Something about training you,” “I look forward to it, I have heard much about the Gojo clan’s runaway prodigy, I have a feeling he and I will get along nicely,”

The air is warm and the cheers of the people fill the air as the carriages ride through the streets. Knights on horseback block the windows from the public eye and Geto exits the carriage, returning to his place atop as you cross through the secondary veil, completely transparent aside from a few visible sparkles hanging in the air. “Home sweet home,” You whisper, your mind in blissful ignorance. As uncertain as your future may be, you know you will spend it by his side nurturing the part of him that lives for the joy of living, lives for his brothers, and maybe one day will live for you.

im brainrotting this series so hard right now, i swear i've written so much for it in the past couple of days, i feel bad neglecting my other wips lmaooo

Part 3 here!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x reader

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 1/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

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[Transcript Ver]

—[Part 1]— Video Timestamp: [00:09]

Creak—The vehicle smoothly enters the cobblestone road of the small town and comes to a stop in a courtyard.

I eagerly open the car door, and unexpectedly, cold air rushes into my nostrils, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

MC: Hiss, so cold.

Lucien parks the car, then walks to me with luggage in his hand. He takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck.

Lucien: [chuckles] Be careful not to catch a cold.

MC: The weather forecast clearly said that it's very warm here. If only I had known that this would happen instead, I would have brought a few more warm clothes.

Lucien's dark eyes curve slightly, and his other hand encircles me, shielding me from the cold wind behind.

Lucien: [smiles] Just endure a bit more, we'll be home soon.

I walk alongside him to the eaves of the villa, and once the passcode unlocks, we rush through the door.

This year's winter is unusually harsh. Lucien and I came to this southern town to spend the Spring Festival, and incidentally, to complete a small task.

--A large-scale social experiment about emotions.

Certainly, without a doubt, Lucien is the consultant for this experiment.

I originally planned to leisurely spend a warm winter, but the current temperature is much lower than I imagined. But… I’m already here anyway.

I turn on the heating, and nestle into the soft sofa, waiting for the warmth to set in. I glance at Lucien, who is busy organizing luggage nearby.

MC: Aren't you cold?

Lucien chuckles and folds the scarf that I tossed on the sofa. He then sits beside me and gently takes hold of my wrist.

His palms warmed up without me noticing, and I have no idea when it happened; they are warm and cozy now.

[🥺 He must've warmed it up beforehand, saving the warmth for her… This part is really reminiscent of his bondage date ahah]

Lucien: I'm fine, but considering the size of this villa... it'll take about another ten minutes for the floor heating to warm up.

Lucien doesn't let go but shifts to half-embrace me. He reaches into the open luggage on the table, pulling out a fleece blanket to cover me.

The fleece blanket is originally meant to cover my legs during work, so it feels a bit small when draped over my body. I snuggle into his embrace.

MC: Still a bit cold…

Lucien: [in a gentle tone] Do you need a thicker blanket? I can go to the bedroom and look for one.

I shake my head, looking at Lucien eagerly, then narrow my eyes. The next moment, I gently roll over and pounce on Lucien.

I was originally half-embraced by him, and as my body subtly shifted its weight, my chin came to rest directly against the warm hollow of his collarbone.

MC: The heating is too slow. Can you warm me up instead?

Lucien's gaze briefly glides over my hands embracing him, then returns to my face, gently lifting the corner of his lips.

Lucien: Of course, but rather than saying I want to warm you up, it's more accurate to say I want to be closer to your body temperature.

I gently rub my still cold face against his shoulder, while my hands around his neck quietly seek warmth.

My nose catches the scent of the clothes warmed by his body heat, the familiar scent disperses the chill on my body.

MC: Mmh…

I let out a contented sigh, lazily reluctant to get up, until Lucien's hand gently brushed over my back, carrying a suggestive hint.

Lucien: (whispers) The floor heating is already warming up. It seems this lady needs more than just its temperature.

I sense the chest beneath me vibrating slightly. Lifting my head, I catch Lucien's undisguised smile.

Meeting those cunning eyes, an inexplicable warmth rises in my ears.

MC: It's still early, we need to unpack and check out the rooms and such…

MC: But at this moment... Professor Lucien should know what I need more.

I smoothly climb up to his neck, allowing his hands to linger on my body, letting my skin absorb his warmth.

And then, we maintain this intimate position until heat replaces the last trace of coldness.

Lucien reaches out to touch my heated face, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.

Lucien: [whispers] Do you want to go to the bedroom? We can lie together in the soft blankets, prolonging this experience.

I shake my head reluctantly. He then supports me to stand up from the sofa that's tilted askew.

I gently gather the clothes that had scattered a bit due to our previous action, then wink at him.

MC: Professor Lucien's equipment hasn't been sorted out yet... Perhaps I can go make a cup of coffee. When you're done, we can go back together.

Lucien: Alright.

(T/N: this scene is the least descriptive in the date, but yes, they impliedly had some ‘fun’ here- MC on top (read again on how they maintain the same position while replacing coldness with ‘heat’ and the sus aftermath LOL))

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The coffee releases a rich aroma under the brewing hot water. I stroll around as I wait.

The design and decoration of this villa are so simple and spacious, nothing particularly stands out. I circle back to the living room and see Lucien organizing laboratory equipment at the table.

I casually glance at the intricate device in his hands and can't shake the feeling of familiarity.

MC: By the way, I've always forgotten to ask, what is the direction of this social experiment?

MC: All participants are living in a small town for a period of time; I've never been part of such a large-scale experiment before…

Lucien sets down the instruments in his hands, taps on his phone twice, and hands it to me.

Lucien: It's a project in the field of social psychology. Recently, this research has gained significant attention in academic circles, so sponsors decided to fund this large-scale experiment.

MC: Let me see... “Research suggests that couples tend to become more synchronized with each other over time…”

MC: "This synchronization goes beyond habits and lifestyle; it can even manifest in emotions and brainwaves."

MC: Brainwaves synchronize too? Does that mean even our thinking becomes more alike over time?

Lucien: Mm. Neurons in corresponding locations of lovers' brains activate simultaneously, like dancers dancing together.

MC: It's surprising that it can go to such extent…

Lucien looks at my astonished expression without surprise, and his slender fingers carefully move aside the instrument adorned with numerous electrode patches.

Lucien: There are two hundred couples in this experiment. The organizers will track and record them.

Lucien: After sampling the brainwaves, research institutions will verify how the brainwaves of both partners change when they experience emotions.

Sampling brainwaves... I can't help but recall that summer day in the village filled with lotus flowers, where Lucien and I wore special devices while picking lotus.

(T/N: Reference to Lotus Date!)

MC: No wonder! I had a feeling that the device looked familiar. Is it similar to the one we used to measure brainwaves in the lotus village?

Perhaps recalling that same scene, Lucien flashes a faint smile.

Lucien: Indeed similar, but this time, the experiment will include additional measurement parameters to facilitate comparison with the established standards.

Lucien: This is the responsibility I need to oversee—requires precision but is quite relaxed, and won't interfere with our personal schedules.

MC: Hehe, since you say so, I'm going to willfully enjoy your time~

The coffee machine chimes, and I bring two cups of warm coffee, joining Lucien on the sofa.

The already warmed room is filled with the aroma of coffee, and our body temperatures exchange while snuggling together.

MC: No work, no worries, and with you by my side, I'm just too happy~

Lucien blows on the hot coffee, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of 'distress'.

Lucien: It's just a pity that this coffee is a bit too hot and I can't finish it quickly.

Lucien: Although it's still early, we've been on the road all day today, worn out and weary from the journey.

Lucien: I think we can allow ourselves to rest early and recharge.

His voice lowers, steady and gentle, like an unspoken tacit invitation. I instinctively lean in closer.

MC: Let's take a short nap then.

I take Lucien's hand as we rise, lazily leaning against his shoulder as we head towards the bedroom.

In front of the bedroom, Lucien gently holds my chin, gently kissing the corner of my lips. Only then does he push open the door. After that, he pauses slightly.

MC: What's wrong?

With confusion, I looked at the door and froze in place.

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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [05:58]

The master bedroom is empty; not only is there no bed, but there is also no furniture inside.

The fleeting sleepiness completely vanishes in an instant. I exchange a glance with Lucien, then we both tacitly turn around and walk towards the other rooms of the villa.

Until we return to the bedroom again, wearing identical puzzled expressions on our faces.

MC: This seems to be the only bedroom… The other rooms are decorated normally, and there are no other empty spaces.

Lucien: Same here.

Lucien knocks on the wall, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

Lucien: No furniture in the storage room could be used as a bed, and none of the sofas are convertible.

MC: ...Could it be a mistake on the part of the organizers?

Lucien: Continuing to speculate won't get us anywhere. We might as well just ask them directly.

On the side, Lucien has already taken out his phone and dialed a number.

Lucien: This is Lucien.

Lucien: Yes, we've encountered some issues…

I wait anxiously for the outcome of the conversation. When Lucien hangs up the phone, he shakes his head with a wry smile.

Lucien: Just been informed that we're also on the list of experiment participants, and the empty bedroom is part of the experiment.

Lucien: The organizers said we can go to the furniture store to choose the furniture we need, and they will cover the expenses.

I raise an eyebrow, unable to resist a quiet grumble.

MC: Nowadays, the responsibilities of scientific consultants are increasing. In addition to supervising experiment sampling, they also have to personally get involved…

MC: We'll have to make sure they get a raise for all this!

Just a moment ago, I was indulging in fantasies of a leisurely vacation life, but reality quickly gave me a small "shock".

I scratch my hair in frustration, while Lucien's gaze remains fixed on my face, seemingly studying my expression.

(And also 'studying' her color too, because MC's mood and emotions affect her 'colors'; i think this experiment regarding emotions will be interesting in his eyes 🥺)

Lucien: Your current mood perfectly validates the effectiveness of their experimental variables. Doesn't it?

He reaches out and patiently smoothes out the tousled hair I've messed up, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.

Lucien: However, it's our freedom to choose whether to participate in the experiment or not. If you're unwilling, there's no need for this classmate to worry, you can just tell me directly.

His gaze is focused and gentle, smoothing away the slight irritation in my heart that arose from the change in our status.

Even though the vacation I had envisioned was about lazily spending time with Lucien…

Having him by my side to participate in this somewhat challenging experiment might lead to even more interesting things happening.

With that in mind, I meet Lucien's gaze and smile at him.

MC: Let's participate!

MC: It's just a small experiment about emotions, I won't be led around by it.

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The vehicle comes to a stop at the entrance of the furniture exhibition. Through the large glass walls, the bright and clean exhibition area can be vaguely seen.

On a giant poster, the activity slogan is written: "From loss to rebuilding emotional resonance."

Below the posters, many couples are trying out various styles of furniture, chatting and laughing together.

MC: Ah, this ergonomic chair goes so well with the contemplative design of the bookcase in the villa! How about getting two chairs in different colors?

Lucien: Hmm, the leather on this sofa is very soft, and the crescent-shaped design is quite unique. Would you like to come and lie down with me?

With our shopping list edited and revised, we've almost explored the entire exhibition area of large furniture stores. Unconsciously, the subtle emotions from earlier have already transformed into joy.

As I walk and browse, a model room catches my attention.

From the curtains to the carpet, the model room exudes a strong Bohemian style.

As artificial sunlight streams through the openwork curtains, the light filters in patches, while the knots sway gently, creating the illusion of being in a Central European inn.

I sit on a chair woven from unfamiliar grasses and wood, swaying gently, while holding hands with Lucien, our hands swaying along with the motion.

MC: [smile softly] I feel like I might have grasped a bit of the organizer's intention.

Lucien: Because you encountered some designs that piqued your interest?

MC: Mm, anyway, the visual enjoyment at this moment is wonderful. Like there are pieces of furniture with a nomadic style and—

My hand reaches out towards the dream catcher hanging above, then slowly glides towards Lucien, who is seated beside me.

MC: And amidst all these flowers and greenery, there's the handsome Professor Lucien~

Lucien gently leans to the side, pressing his cheek against the palm of my outstretched hand. Just then, the deliberately subdued argument shattered our sweet atmosphere.

Boy: I told you that this chair wouldn't be comfortable for you to work in, why did you still buy it?

Girl: By your picky selection, we won't even have time to change the furniture tonight, and will end up sleeping on the floor.

MC: ….?

My attention involuntarily shifts towards the arguing couple, and my swaying legs come to a halt.

I casually get up and walk closer, pretending to be nonchalant as I carefully examine the vase in front of me.

Boy: Then blame the experiment, stop picking on me.

Girl: Wasn't it you who wanted to participate in this experiment in the first place? And I came along just to accompany you, didn't I?

MC: ...Did these two argue because of this experiment?

Fortunately, they quickly noticed the increasing number of glances and, after calming down, resumed their conversation in low voices.

My fingertips trace the patterns on the vase when suddenly, a slender and beautiful hand picks up the vase.

A familiar warmth envelops me from behind, as I hear Lucien's soft smiling whisper close to my ear.

Lucien: You seem to really like this vase. How about it, should we buy it and take it home?

My attempt to eavesdrop is exposed by Lucien. I blush, quickly taking the vase from his hand and placing it back where it was.

MC: (blushes and averts eyes) Ahem, it's not like I was intentionally eavesdropping. the voices just seemed to find their way into my ears.

As I speak, I pull him along with a guilty conscience, until we're far enough away for that tense atmosphere to dissipate around us.

Thinking about what just happened, I can't help but compare it to my usual interactions with Lucien.

Even when there are conflicts, it seems like Lucien and I have never slipped into impatience, blaming each other, or avoiding responsibility.

MC: Lucien, I always feel like your emotions are consistently stable…

Lucien: Hm? Why do you suddenly say that?

MC: It's just that when I saw others arguing because of negative emotions influencing each other... I couldn't help but think about myself.

I wrap my arm around Lucien's and give it a gentle shake.

MC: You see, when I'm in front of you, it seems like I've never had any qualms about restraining my emotions.

MC: Because I know that you'll accept all my happiness and unhappiness without reservation.

Lucien squeezes my fingertips and chuckles softly.

Lucien: Of course, that's also something I find intriguing. I'm really fond of your emotions.

MC: Well, if that's the case... then if I could convey more of my happy emotions to you—

MC: Would that make you even happier?

The air is filled with the scent of new wooden furniture, vibrant colors surrounding us. We stroll as if in a bustling campsite nestled within a forest.

Lucien's dark eyes curve as he holds my fingertips.

Lucien: On the contrary, I feel that every human emotion is necessary.

Lucien: The different emotions you display are like refracted rays of exceptionally beautiful and intricate colorful light, which arouses my curiosity deeply—

Lucien: And makes me even more eager to explore the ever-changing and blending patterns of these lights.

Lucien: Like right now.

As if to validate his words, his gaze casts down slightly, and he places a tender kiss on my fingertips.

Even amid the bustling surroundings, I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat, and I can see the happiness in his eyes.

A corner of my heart reverberates, my emotions becoming clearer, and I can vividly feel that we share the same frequency of emotions at this moment.

Uncontrollably, I just want to make this happiness linger longer on his face.

MC: That being said, I still want to try to become "happier" first. After all, I also want to make you happier.

I make a cheering gesture, and a handsome curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] Looks like this little lady is full of momentum.

Lucien: In response, I'll also pay closer attention to the emotional feedback I receive from you.

With a smile, Lucien takes the retrieval card from the staff, as the dusk casts its golden glow enchantingly, illuminating the tips of his hair.

Lucien: The purchased furniture is all packed up, and the "bedroom makeover" is still awaiting us.

Lucien: Let's go, back to our home.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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Simeon's Invitation

I'm on a roll lately, so here's another installment of the daily chat scene series. Satan is next.

Okay, this takes place in or after OG season 4 so there are Simeon related spoilers. I think most people know what happened to him by now, but just in case, please be aware.

I love Simeon, he doesn't get enough attention, and what they did to him in season four filled me with inexplicable rage. Er that is to say it gives me a lot to work with when it comes to his relationship with MC lol.

GN!MC x Simeon

Warnings: SPOILERS for OG Season 4, but otherwise nothing because fluff is my thing.

SIMEON MC, if I recall correctly, today is your turn to collect everyone's notebooks in class. Carrying them all to the staffroom all by your lonesome can't be easy. Would you like me to help?

MC I can handle it.

SIMEON Are you sure? I'd like to help, you know. Even if it's just a little. Can I make a request as well? I'd like to walk you part of the way home. So, let's leave together once the notebooks are safely delivered to the staffroom. Promise?

Despite the fact that you had initially told Simeon you could handle bringing the notebooks to the staffroom, you let him help you out anyway. It had been clear from his message that he wanted to and really, you didn't mind the company. You could certainly do it on your own, but why not indulge him and yourself a little, too?

Now you walked down the hallway of RAD, a stack of notebooks in your arms. Simeon walked beside you with the other half of the notebooks stacked in his. You had to admit it was easier to carry them this way.

When you reached the staffroom door, Simeon expertly balanced his stack in a way that allowed him to open it without dropping everything. He did this with a school bag also slung over his shoulder and you were truly impressed.

"After you," he said.

"Thanks," you said with a little laugh, going inside the room.

Simeon set his pile down on the table, then turned to you and took your pile from your arms. He set his arms against yours in order to allow you to transfer them, standing close but not too close, a soft smile on his face. As soon as the notebooks were in his keeping, Simeon pulled away, turning to place them on the table next to the others.

Simeon turned back to you, brushing back a stray strand of his soft hair. "There," he said. "Isn't it better to have someone help out? Now I can walk you home, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind," you said. "I promised, didn't I?"

When Simeon had texted you that single "Promise?" you had responded almost instantly with your own "Promise." Mostly because you couldn't imagine saying no to him. You didn't really want to anyway.

"Let's go then," Simeon said, leading the way out of the room and down the hall.

The day outside was calm. No stormy weather, but no sunshine, either. Just the usual Devildom darkness. But there always seemed to be a subtle glow around Simeon that followed him wherever he went, even after he was no longer technically an angel. So you didn't feel like you were in complete darkness.

You weren't sure why he wanted to walk you part of the way home. It was something the two of you had done before. At a certain point in the road, the way to Purgatory Hall split off from the way to the House of Lamentation, so that was where you always parted. It wasn't as though this walk was very far, but maybe he just wanted to be with you, even for a short time?

For a little while, you and Simeon walked together in a comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other as you made your way down the street.

Eventually, though, you had to ask, "So why did you want to walk me home?"

"Hmm?" Simeon looked over at you. "Oh, can't I just want to be with you?"

You bumped into him slightly. "Sure, but you made me promise and everything. So I thought there must be another reason."

Simeon's smile was as serene as it usually was, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes. "I just didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to be with you."

You gave him a suspicious look, but you didn't question him further. Instead, you began talking about recent school events. Simeon told you all about Luke's latest pastry creation. You talked a little about Lucifer doing too much paperwork again.

By the time you had reached the split in the road that meant you had to part, you hadn't even realized how long it had been that you'd been in conversation with him. You felt a little stab of disappointment at the thought of leaving him, but you knew you had to go home. And likely Simeon had things to do as well.

"Hang on, MC," Simeon said as you were about to say goodbye. "You were right. There was a reason I wanted to walk home with you today. Will you come with me just a little further?"

You threw up your hands. "I knew it. All right, lead on!"

Simeon smiled and took your hand, pulling you off the road and into a small group of trees. You were a little confused, but you let him lead the way.

When he stopped, you found yourself standing on the edge of a little pond. It was lined with brightly luminescent blooming flowers in blues, purples, and yellows. You could see the shiny silver of fish swimming just beneath the surface.

You looked around with wide eyes because the little pond was so beautiful. You turned to Simeon. "I had no idea this was back here," you said.

Simeon smiled brightly. "I thought you probably didn't," he said. "I accidentally stumbled upon it a few days ago."

You moved closer to the pond, watching as a little fish jumped out of the water for a moment.

"I also brought some snacks, if you'd like to take a break here," Simeon said.

You turned back to him. "I think I can take a break before going home."

Simeon was indeed prepared. In his bag, he had a blanket as well as a box of cookies and even a flask of iced tea. He spread the blanket on a flat area next to the pond, just at the edge of the flowers.

It was just like him to plan an impromptu picnic like this. You settled on the blanket beside him, eyes still on the pond and the softly glowing flowers.

"I'm so happy to share this moment with you, MC," Simeon said. He was about to open the box of cookies, but you reached out and took his hand.

Since he stopped wearing his angel outfit, there was no glove to separate your skin from his. You felt the softness of his touch, the slight clamminess of his hand, as though he was just a little nervous.

You leaned closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "You're such an angel. Being near you is a blessing."

Simeon's breath hitched. You knew what your words meant to him. You felt his arm wrap around your shoulder. "I'm not an angel anymore, MC."

You sat up to look into his eyes. "You are to me. I think you always will be."

A blush spread across Simeon's cheeks and there was something in his eyes that looked both moved and desperate. A mix of pleasure and pain, like you were healing him and tearing him apart all at the same time.

Simeon leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours so sweetly it almost made you want to cry. He was about to pull away, but you reached out, holding onto him to keep him close. You deepened the kiss, thrilled at the way he responded so easily, opening up for you.

Perhaps you spent a little more time on the blanket beside the pond than you had initially meant to. But everything felt brighter and better the longer you were in Simeon's arms.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Leviathan

Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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delopsia · 1 year

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When Rhett's beloved belt buckle finally breaks, it's on your one-month anniversary.

He says he knew it was going to happen one of these days; the damn thing is older than the both of you combined, but when Rhett's got you up against the wall, the last thing you expect to hear is something metal clattering to the floor. In one smooth motion, the piece of steel that holds onto the belt has completely separated from the rest of the buckle.

You knew Rhett was going to be upset the day it finally happened, but you certainly didn't expect to find yourself kissing away the tears that spill onto his pale cheeks. It's the only thing he has of his grandfather, won in a rodeo back in '48. And even though you're not privy to all the Abbott family drama just yet, you know enough to understand that Perry got almost everything when the old man passed a few years back. Archaic first-born privileges, or whatnot. Probably would have gotten the buckle, too, if he'd ever been bold enough to climb on the back of a bull.

The two of you spend hours researching ways to fix it, but those YouTube tutorials only go so far, and the fix that works only lasts for three days before breaking again.

You've been dating Rhett for two and a half months when you come across a buckle in an online thrift shop. It's not quite as oversized and flashy as ol' faithful was and looks entirely different from what you usually see around Wabang. But it's complete with subtle engravings and a big, detailed bull skull in the center that just screams, "Rhett Abbott would wear this."

And so it winds up in your shopping cart; arrives five days later, nestled safely between the clothes you'd gotten as well. The pictures didn't do it any justice. You didn't pay a whole lot for it, but it doesn't look cheap in the slightest; in fact, it's the perfect example of what fine craftsmanship looks and feels like.

You're waiting to give it to him after the family dinner he's bringing you to; the perfect way to finish your first legitimate outing with the rest of his family. The buckle isn't heavy by any means, but it feels like it weighs a hundred pounds in your purse when you walk out the front door that day.

Rhett and Royal are already there, so low-maintenance that all they need to do is shower and change clothes. You're pretty sure you saw Cecelia doing her makeup in the passenger seat when you walked past, and God only knows if Perry and his wife will make it. Those two are lucky if they make it a mile down the road before getting into a spat.

Royal's talking so heatedly that he hardly notices your presence, "See, this is what I don't get," jamming his thumb toward a tourist standing in the checkout line, "Why do kids y'all's age think it's okay to be wearin' buckles they didn't win?"

Your smile falls, hits the floor with an ear-splitting shatter that only you can hear.

God, of course, you should have thought of that before you hit that dumb little purchase button. You can't give him this big hunk of metal if he didn't win it in the first place! Why didn't you ask first? Or research before letting your heart get ahead of your head?

"Y'alright?" Rhett's big, warm hand rubs the space between your shoulders, and for the briefest second, you wonder if he'd heard your smile shatter after all.

The first thing you do when you get home is bury that obnoxiously-shiny buckle in the back of your sock drawer. Rhett wins a new buckle a few months later, one deserving of being worn.

That hunk of embarrassment makes appearances every once in a blue moon. A couple times when you're fumbling around for a very particular pair. Once you wind up grabbing it simply because you've forgotten what it was, only to stuff it back the moment the memory bubbled back up to the surface.

And gradually, time flies by. A six-month anniversary date becomes a one-year, two years, three, four. The socks in your drawer are completely different from the ones you wore back then. There's a stack of ill-shot polaroids collecting in the bottom left corner because Rhett can't aim the camera to save his life.

You've moved house twice. Once into a rental to be closer to Rhett and again into a proper house together because his staying for the weekend and leaving early Monday mornings could only last so long. What's yours has become Rhett's, and you haven't thought twice about it.

"Damnit!"

Rhett's head pops up from beside the bed, eyes wide as can be, "What happened?"

"I only grabbed one sock again," you grumble, putting your shoe back on the floor. You haven't the slightest clue how you've done this three times in a row, but you have.

"'M sorry," Rhett's already reaching for your drawer, "I'm shit at gettin' them to stay together." But as his hand dips blindly into the array of socks, his expression shifts, nose scrunching, eyes darting from the socks to you.

And you... can't understand why he's looking at you like that. "What?"

Something hard scrapes against the wooden bottom as Rhett grabs ahold of it, something round and shiny that you don't ever recall seeing before.

Those handsome features soften as he realizes what's sitting in the palm of his hand. A carefully crafted hunk of metal that's spent the better half of four years hiding away amongst your socks.

"Rhett?"

"What's this?" Carefully, he lifts it for you to see.

The moment your eyes land on the familiar shape, you can feel them begin to widen. "That..." shit, why do you still have that thing? "It's just some...dumb thing I forgot to throw out."

Rhett's head cocks to the side, corners of his lips turning downward. Doesn't say anything just yet, but those deep blues hold a million and one questions as he turns it back and forth in his big, talented hands. Beneath his breath, he mutters, mainly to himself, "'s pretty."

Like a dam broken, your mouth begins to move, "I got it for you after your favorite buckle broke." You can't bring yourself to look at that old hunk of metal; instead, you find yourself staring down at the singular sock on your foot. "I didn't know that you can only wear buckles that you won until after I bought it."

"What moron told you that?" Quick, borderline incredulous.

"Royal," that name is bitter on your tongue for more than one reason, "he was saying something about it that first time I went out for dinner with your family."

Bare feet patter across the hardwood as Rhett comes around the bed, buckle in hand, catching in the light when he reaches out to cradle your cheeks. Looking him in the eye is the last thing you want to do, but you let him lift your head regardless.

"Can you do somethin' for me?" He hums, "Don't ever believe a damn thing that ol' bastard preaches 'bout."

That hadn't been the reaction you were expecting at all. "What do you mean?"

"There's an ol' rule that you don't wear buckles for a rodeo you didn't win," thumbs stroking your cheekbones, "but what Royal said was just him misinterpretin' shit so he can bitch."

Your eyes roll. "Well, you've already got a replacement, so it's not a big deal anyway."

All Rhett can do is hold up a big index finger, disappearing out of the bedroom without another word. Walks back in at the same time that you get the proper socks on your feet.

That buckle is the first thing you see. Standing proud on the front of his belt, remarkably small compared to the former one, and yet, the spitting image of what you imagined when you bought it all those years ago.

"I thought you liked your rodeo buckle?" Speaking mostly to yourself.

"I do," the bed dips as he settles down next to you, a million-dollar smile plastered across his face, "but I like this one better."

Four years. That buckle spent four years hiding away in the back of your sock drawer, nothing but a waste of money and a sour memory that arose every once in a while.

And now it's never spent a second off of Rhett's belt.

It goes with him on his rodeo circuits, glimmering in those towering stadium lights like a little cluster of stars. That old bull skull scratches against your palm on the nights you can't wait to get to the bedroom and leaves imprints on your skin when you sit in his lap. It's there for your anniversary dates and your just-because dates, and it gets polished for the special events that require finer attire.

Then you catch yourself one day, drumming your fingers against it, your head resting against Rhett's sturdy chest. Too tired to move but not tired enough to fall asleep, and it just flies out of your mouth, "Why do you like this buckle so much, anyway?"

Because you haven't forgotten how he used to obsess over his rodeo buckles. How hard he worked, and the injuries he suffered in pursuit of them. A dislocated shoulder, countless broken ribs, concussions, and a shattered ankle, just to name a few. And now those buckles do nothing more than sit up on a shelf he built, intended to do nothing but hold those old, dusty prizes.

Rhett hums, hot air blowing against your skin as he bumps his nose into your forehead, "Because you got it for me." Pauses to press a kiss into your scalp. "T's more special than any of them ol' premade buckles they hand out in rodeos."

"What if it was a PBR Champion buckle?" You can't see it, but you can feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin as he rolls his eyes.

"I'll make you wear that hypothetical buckle for me." Another kiss. "Because this one ain't comin' off, sweetheart."

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writegoblin · 10 months

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I have been severely craving my boy. No no, not Michael. Boseph uwu

Look at him. Unf.

Anyways.

Bo Sinclair Headcanons!

SFW

- You ended up in Ambrose because your car alignment decided it had enough of these off road shenanigans.

- Your reasons for being out that way, for story purposes, are running from your old life. All your old family and friends are shitty so you an conveniently disappear bc smthn smthn deus ex machina

- HOW you find out about your car alignment is another story. Let's just say, tumbling in a car is much more painful than it looks. What's worse is landing in a roadkill pit. Yeah boy. You know what time it is B)

- Lester almost shit himself when you came from over the highway. He thought you were dead and was going to call Vincent when you punched out the front seat. That's hot. Alright stranger, you're coming with me!

- He tries to clean you up and get your name. Takes you back to his place because he doesn't want to catch the twins off guard. But the day you spend there is lovely.

- You get the Ambrose and immediately shits off. Long story short, you become something of a live in maid. They can't kill you because it would be a lot of hassle on their end (another deus ex. You're related to a cop or something idk), and they COULD turn this situation around. Get use out of you.

- Bo likes how witty you are. You don't like to be bossed around which is clearly why you ran away from home (what are you, 10?)

- At first he's very callous to you and makes no effort to understand you. As far as he's concerned, you're another spoiled out of towner, just impeding on he and his brother's strange get rich scheme (more on that later. I'll explain in end notes.)

- What's worse is you're argumentative. Whenever he asks you to do something (read: yells at you), you always gotta talk back. You say funny stuff sometimes but it's annoying mostly. Vincent enjoys it much more than he does.

- You make nice with Vinny first. When you aren't forced to do chores, he lets you help him with the wax. Bo sees this and eventually realizes that while you are certainly mouthy, you are human with like hobbies and shit.

- He's a chef he's a gourmand

- He cooks for he and Vincent because Vincent, due to some brain damage, has a weird palette. So anything he makes either has way too much seasoning, or it tastes like cardboard. Bo on the other hand, grew up running around the streets of Baton Rogue with his friends after school. He KNOWS how to cook good.

- He's also good at first aid. The actual surgery and medical stuff is Vincent's wheelhouse but once you broke your arm trying to fix some shutters he told you to fix. He felt bad so he very gingerly fixed your arm. It healed really nicely but you'll never forget the way those blue eyes of his were so warm when he looked at you, touching the bend in your forearm and his voice, gentle as the day you first met went, "does it hurt?"

- Yeah but you looking at me like that bout to get me pregnant hurts worse sir

- As a boyfriend he's only jealous/protective around tourists. But as a dude in a town with a population of technically 3.5 if you count Lester's visits, he gets it. He does not mind his twin ogling you. He does not mind sharing EVENTUALLY. At first, he's very apprehensive.

- Bo's love language is physical touch. Even nonsexual touch is nice. He likes laying his head in your lap while yall watch TV and you rake your nails through his scalp gently.

- When he gets night terrors he likes to hold onto you in the dark like hope. He puts his face in your chest and he's almost like a little kid for a second. You have no choice but to coddle aw noooo aw man can't believe I have this hot sexy guy in my lap crying ohbhughghh

- If you're pear shaped? He loves your hips. Man, woman, ethereal creature, it don't matter. He was born an ass man he'll die an ass man.

- If you like star gazing, he'll listen to you rattle off about constellations. He likes listening to people ramble about unique special interests because it gives him a little taste of variety in his quiet life.

NSFW

- big. Thick. Cut.

- leftward pitch and he loves doing mating presses.

- much more inclined to rough sex (obviously)

- I do know he likely and unfortunately assaulted those ladies on the wall but in my HCs I like to think it was CNC instead. What stops him from doing the same here is you're too loud and mouthy, so the attraction is initially not there.

- As you soften up because of Vin though, and start opening up and smiling and being cute, he can't help but let his mind roam sometimes.

- Loves fantasizing you in different little costumes to dress up in. A visitor once visited and she was a cam girl! In your size! So lucky!

- please were garter belts this man will not be normal

- Loves intercurral. To punish you if he catches you masturbating, he'll fuck your thighs until he cuts, leaving you all hot and bothered.

- The basement does not come into equation until after the first time. And the first time is more of a gentle, romantic moment of vulnerability.

- Your first time was during a thunderstorm and you were telling him about your past and how so many people hurt you. Abused you. He felt so connected to you. You always held back your anger and he let you express it by throwing stuff and by the end of it you were a sobbing and screaming and laughing mess and he was standing in the debris and he saw himself and he reached out and kissed you in an attempt to ammend himself.

- When he made love to you that night, he decided your ass is never moving out sorry lol

- Exhibitionist. Likes to take you to Baton Rogue for little dates and fucks you in alleys and parks. The most exciting was a drive in theater he took you to where you gave him head. He fucked you in the wooded area outside after.

- PRIESTKINKPRIESTKINK

- Hahaha okay but what if you confessed and he fucked u in the confessional would that be crazy or what

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a few HOW headcanons actually!

- the boys do the whole house of Wax thing in an attempt to get rich. Bo decided "oh I guess I could be mayor but hm no money here" and he rubbed two cells together and was like "WHAT IF WE MADE AN ATTRACTION THAT WAS THE BESTEST."

- tricked Vin into it cause "they're carrying Mom's legacy :(((( she'd love this trust me we're gonna expand the house into a town it'll be great."

- Lester's there cause he loves his brother's and is also admittedly a bit crazy himself. He's definitely tied a few people up and intimidated people, but that's not his usual job. He's too baby.

- Canonically, where Ambrose is located, it would be a roughly 30 min drive (or 2 hours I forgor lol) to Baton Rogue! So fun fact. They're Baton boys uwu

- I think even though Bo is a good cook, gumbo is Lester's wheelhouse cause he's just got that swagger to him. Like if I met Lester and he was like "do u want me to make you gumbo" I'd say yes, no hesitation.

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zephyrine-tale · 7 months

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im doing the rant about N25 KAITO i fucking lied about it coming on the weekend because im bored as hell :3

*ahem*

so N25 KAITO is memed a lot because in the April Fool's event, there's an area convo with N25 Rin where she's talking with another unit's KAITO (either VBS or WXS i can't remember 💀) and she's like "oh. i wonder if our KAITO will be like that :)"

and in EN server there's almost certainly people meming the way the new stamps tastefully ignore N25 KAITO

and I'm interested by this because I think niigo KAITO coming last was a very purposeful decision by the writers?

let's look at the first four KAITOs. Leoni KAITO is quiet, shy, but still a helpful senpai- exactly what the Leoni girls like Saki and Ichika have been needing for direction in their music studies and becoming a better band by working together individually and as a group.

MMJ KAITO is a hardworking manager, who provides that "push" that's shown to help Minori the most. Minori has her head in the clouds often and is shown to be helped by very severe, what I would consider maybe slightly "harsh" instruction from the others. (Think Airi always training her and pushing her to go harder, that's what Minori needs.) KAITO provides that push and also shows the management side of being an idol group for MMJ- all of MMJ are idols after all, to my knowledge none of them have managing experience. But keep in mind, he's still kind. He's still helpful and nice, and smiles often.

VBS KAITO is shown as mostly a direct contrast to Akito and how since the main story, he (akito) has wanted to work hard and consistently for the goal to surpass Rad Weekend, even perhaps putting his studies aside. KAITO represents keeping talent and being hardworking, while still being lazy and having fun. I think he also represents as motivation for Kohane, who was convinced by the main story she needs to work constantly and hardly and push herself beyond other things she enjoys to be able to reach this goal- but she doesn't. All of VBS can achieve their goal while still having fun with it, and that's what their KAITO represents.

WXS KAITO is literally fucking WXS KAITO idk what you want

Okay jokes aside as the "main" KAITO he is there to provide the more serious aspect to WonderShow's silly goofiness. Tsukasa definitely also has is head in the clouds, but all he wants is "to become a STAR! ⭐️" without really knowing how to achieve that goal. KAITO represents the path to that goal, and motivates him to work for that future. We see before PXL and SEKAI, that Tsukasa wasn't really getting anywhere with his acting career, right? And there's a whole other bucketload of info about what he represents for Emu, Nene, and Rui, but I can't figure out how to word it 😭 😭

So to sum it up, KAITOs seem to show what the unit members (especially the "leaders" but not always) need and motivates them to get to their overall goal, they were created in the image of what they want and what they need. And in contrast to Niigo KAITO, they are all NICE. They are all helpful, kind, fun, and genuine.

Now, remember what I said just now, about how they were created in the image of what the unit members want and what they need.

With Niigo, it's a common theme that could be said that "all roads lead back to Mafuyu." Kanade wants to save someone with her music, and Mafuyu represents that desire for her. Ena wants to prove herself as a talented and respectable artist, and she'll know she reaches that goal once Mafuyu is able to genuinely tell her, from the bottom of Mafuyu's heart, that Ena had improved and gotten the feeling she wanted to convey across to someone who is practically incapable of feeling anymore. And Mizuki ,,, there's definitely something for them to but I can't remember anything abt their stories rn 😭 😭 im a failed mizuki kinnie istg (also this entire paragraph was not supposed to invalidate any of their individual stories and characters and say that mafuyu is the best and only character of N25 that's not it at all)

So, considering Mafuyu under this lens, and quoting that KAITOs tend to represent what a unit member needs and wants to move forward, this becomes interesting because deep down, Mafuyu doesn't know what she needs or wants. There were definitely people who predicted that N25 KAITO was gonna be an asshole, but for the most part KAITO's harsh strictness and rudeness came as a direct contrast to all of the kind, helpful SEKAILOIDS we've seen before. Even N25 MEIKO was just kinda chill and quiet with the occasional not nice comment, but KAITO came forward with the sharp, harsh comments about what exactly Mafuyu needs to do. I heard somewhere that Mizuki tells Mafuyu that maybe running away would be a good idea, and that Rui tells her something similar.

But KAITO flat out fucking commands her (and the others i think) that she needs to confront and cut ties with mafumom IMMEDIATELY, and not in a nice or encouraging way either.

Anyways that was my midnight thought I had and I definitely did not do any research, so if I said something totally wrong or you'd like to make an argument/bring up new points, PLEASE feel free to reblog and tell me your thoughts! Plus I didn't beta read this or anything so it probably won't flow well and there might be a few typos or grammer mistakes. Hope you enjoyed reading!

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