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flowering-thought · 1 year

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kindly elaborate on jealous, possessive sex with makoto...... i genuinely need to know how that man will make it known to you that you’re his....... i want to know how riled up he gets and what’re the consequences of that.... let’s just say that what if his darling has a close guy friend, theyre genuinely just friends but sometimes the green eyed monster (jealousy) makes itself known ... and then what..... how will he go on about it... i know it’s also mentioned that makoto is definitely a jealous and possessive type......... my head is rotting thinking abt this........ pleath elaborate more on this igenuinely have no thoughts, head empty bc of this..... my brain is gone.... if i was a man, im not thinking with my brain, but with my dick..... it’s that serious - 🍙

Oh dear, how about let's do some Jealousy Sex headcanons hm? That way maybe we can satisfy you <3

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, oral sex, semi-public, manipulation, non-con????(idk if it's really noncon but ima just put this here just in case)

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Makoto Kawahara

Jealous Sex Headcannons

• Makoto is mostly fine with you having friends. If he has to he'll blackmail them if they say anything out of line or try to put negative ideas in your head.

• But your precious guy friend? A man that he doesn't trust in the slightest? Any man that isn't his family? A man that he knows gets to hear you laugh and make you laugh and has most definitely had feelings for you at something in the past? A man?

• He hates it. Every time you are about to go out to meet him to buy something or need advice he gets really jealous and tries to stop you.

• There are two ways he'll try to stop you and that's by either guilting you into trying to stay home with him so that the two of you could go shopping later. He tries his best to convince you and sometimes you end up staying. It's a 50/50 chance of success for him.

• And sometimes he just gets so jealous he can't help but hold your wrist before you leave and begin to kiss you, making out with you and leaving kisses down your neck. Occasionally it works and makes you stay home but those rare times it doesn't there's always a fresh hickie on your neck in plain sight that you won't be able to catch till you meet up with your friend.

• But let's say one day he just can't take it. He gets so upset and jealous sometimes that he doesn't listen to you and drops to his knees in the hallway of the front door. He has a look on his face that you hardly see and he grasps your thighs before taking off whatever bottoms you're wearing.

• He then forces your back against the wall before he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, your legs hanging off around his back as he starts his assault on your folds and thighs, leaving marks and small bites along your thighs.

• He'll start sucking your clit, being a little rough as he looks up at you with a slight jealous glare, and he watches your face to see when you're about to cum. When he gets you close he stops, stands up, and sets your legs down before he zips his pants open and lets his cock free.

• He then lifts you back up, putting your arms around his neck before making your legs clasp onto his hips, he uses one of his free hands to hold onto you and thrusts his hips a bit to tease his cock against your entrance. He hasn't said a thing as he unlocks your phone with his other free hand and texts the man out of your sight, saying that something came up but that they could hang out at Makotos place.

• Once he did that and the message was sent, he deleted it and tossed your phone into your purse where it was. He knew the door was unlocked since he grabbed you before you could leave.

• He knew it would be foolish but as long as he kept you moaning and blissed out you wouldn't notice in the slightest.

• And then after a couple of minutes of teasing in one single thrust he hit right at your cervix, letting you adjust for another minute before keeping a hand on your ass and another on your hip, keeping his pace as he fucked you in the entrance hallway.

• He held you up and made sure your back faced the door as he let out grunts into your ear and kept you moaning when he kept the pace up. Occasionally he'd get real close and grind against your clit when he was fully inside you-

• He could feel it when you came on his cock, your juices running down his legs as he kept up his pace, hoping to overstimulate you before he heard the door peak open and saw a head peek through the door, about to call out before he saw you clinging onto Makoto for dear life-

• Your soft moans and breaths in-between thrusts were loud enough and when Makoto saw the look of horror on his face he smirked and kept going, reaching his own climax at the mere sight of his face. He was glad you didn't notice and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to leave a kiss and glare at the man in the doorway.

• He knew your friend would never tell you for there's no way to bring it up and he quickly took a step back from the door before leaving. Makoto had the biggest smirk on his face as he walked over and put you against the door to close it fully before he came, finally reaching that high as he locked the door behind you and gave you the softest smile.

"How about we go cuddle hm? I knit a super soft blanket out of that huge yarn that would be perfect to cuddle in hm?" He mentioned, smiling as he kissed your cheek and started to walk to the couch, keeping himself in as he allowed you to slowly recover from the passionate sex.

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astermath · 8 months

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the premiere.

pairing: actor!steve harrington x actress!reader

summary: you're a recent addition to hollywood's up and coming promising actors. you'd recently scored the lead role in an emotional period drama, and you're more than surprised to see that top shelf douchebag and america's starboy, steve harrington, has shown up to your premiere. you’re soon confronted with his flirtatious attitude, and you feel the incessant need to put him in his place. it’s a first for both of you.

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tags: some cursing, mentions of sex, steve is a cocky asshole and will continue to be one, regular font below!

notes: man I do love me some actor!steve because let's be honest, joe keery easily transfers his star power over to all his characters. it's not exactly hard to believe that steve would be a respected actor. let me know what you think and / or if you’d like to be added to the tag list! ♡

They always say life moves fast in Hollywood. Back in your audition days, you wouldn’t believe it. You could practically feel the hours eating away at you as you waited for calls to be returned and scripts to be sent.

Even when you started filming your first big movie, working with such a well respected director and incredible cast, you felt like you were dragging along most of the time. Sure, it was an amazing experience, but the set hours are long, and the time spent overthinking is even longer.

Thinking about if this would be it, if this is what would put you on the map as a talented actress.

You only realised how fast time really moves in Hollywood when you’re discussing the premiere with your manager. Your first big reveal. You’re in the spotlight, everyone will be there to see you. And not just reviewers and fellow cast members, no, people you’ve looked up to before, people you’ve only ever seen on the big screen.

“Are you listening?” Your manager’s voice pulls you right out of your hazy cloud of thoughts. She’s sat across from you, glasses pushed down onto the bridge of her nose, cappuccino in one hand, the other on her laptop.

“Yeah, I’m— I’m here. I’m, uh…” You lean back, clasping your hands together. “You’ve got my attention, sorry Miranda.”

She sighs, readjusting her glasses and bringing her attention back to her screen.

Miranda has been your saviour since day one. She’s got plenty of experience, once having been an actress herself, and now works on managing mostly young women like yourself. She’s a bit tough, stern, but she’s amazing at what she does. Besides, she usually knows what’s best for you before you even know it. She’s got that motherly intuition about her, despite being unmarried without kids.

Your eyes drift over the interior of her apartment. It’s modern, sleek, like her. There’s not much personality shining through it, unless you look hard enough. Then you’d notice she likes orchids, since she has multiple of them potted and well taken care of. Or the numerous photos of the same town in Italy.

She keeps herself busy with scrolling through the list of attendees to the premiere. A bunch of yes’es, a few maybe’s, and the occasional “sorry, however, congratulations on the movie”.

She stills her movements when she gets to the bottom of the list, scrolling up again to see if she’s looking at the right column and then scrolling back down to see if she saw the name right.

“Hm,” she purses her lips, “that’s… Peculiar.”

“What is?” you perk up. Peculiar. That could mean a lot of things. Peculiar as in “your movie is scrapped, actually” or peculiar as in “you’re already nominated for an Oscar”?

“This name. I’ve never seen it on the attendee list before. At least not for my clients.”

“Miranda, you’re killing me with this suspense, please.” You lean forward, your elbows resting onto your knees.

"Steve Harrington." She pauses, and you don't know if she's doing it to be dramatic, or because she's waiting for some kind of elaborate gasp or shocked response.

Instead, you raise an eyebrow, head quirking slightly to the side. "Who?"

You can tell in your manager's eyes that she didn't expect that. Not in her facial expression, of course, she doesn't want wrinkles.

"Christ, sweetie, you're kidding right?" She lets out a dry chuckle, setting down her now empty coffee cup on the end table next to her. sofa. "We've really got to touch up on your media knowledge if you don't know who that is."

"No clue, sorry. What, is he some big deal or something?" You snatch a cookie off the coffee table and start nibbling on it mindlessly.

"Only one of the most popular up and coming actors in the industry." She starts click clacking away on her laptop, pulling up a picture of him and turning the screen around so you can see.

You raise your eyebrows. Damn, not bad. He looks to be around your age, a little older, and you can tell from just that one picture that he knows he's all that. The confidence is practically oozing out of that million dollar smile of his, expensive sunglasses tucked away in his somehow perfectly styled hair.

"So what, he's going to be there. Not like there aren't any other big celebs showing up, I'm sure I can handle myself."

"It's not that I don't think you can behave, starlight, although we'll have to go over some of the red carpet etiquette again later." She takes off her glasses and runs a hand through her short but chic hair.

"Then what is it?"

"He doesn't really... Show up to premieres, usually. Well, none that aren't for his own movies, at least."

Oh, so he is that kind of guy.

You wrap up with Miranda not long after, heading to one last fitting of your premiere gown before returning to your apartment. That's when you start to do your own research on this Harrington fella.

You sit onto your bed, leaned back against a few pillows propped up against your headboard. You open Google and start by what seems the simplest; typing in Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington age?

Steve Harrington height?

Steve Harrington movies?

The third one seems obvious, but you click it anyways. He doesn’t have a bad track record. A few nominations, one Golden Globe, he’s not slacking for sure.

Most of his stuff paints him as the type of guy you’d expect; undercover agent, the bad boy, the mob boss’ son… Makes you wonder even more why he’s showing up to the premiere of your movie. It has virtually nothing to do with the types of movies he stars in. You’re wondering why he even got an invitation to begin with, Miranda doesn’t seem like the type of woman to be sending those out to every C lister in America.

You type in his name again, curious to know more about his reputation.

Steve Harrington parents?

Steve Harrington dating history?

Though it is cliché, it does intrigue you. You’re not exactly surprised when a handful of names pop up, even one you recognise. Nancy Wheeler. You know that girl, she used to do interviews when you were still starting out. Apparently she went more into the crime journalist route, wrote a book… Pretty interesting stuff.

Almost as interesting as the breakup you’re reading so much about.

“Harrington broken in half? Did Nancy Wheeler finally have enough of his ego, or was she just looking for the next thing to report?”

“Geez, talk about a harsh headline…” You mutter to yourself. Besides her, there’s no mentions of other women he’s been confirmed to date. There’s been pictures, rumours, but you’re guessing he… Gets around.

Steve Harrington controversies?

You feel bad for clicking on it, but then again, you’re already in too deep now.

Something about nepotism, but that’s soon debunked when you realise his parents don’t do anything in the movie industry. Then there’s the Nancy thing, and something about him being difficult to work with. You could have guessed as much just by looking at the guy. You just know he flashes that smile like it’s a method of payment, and he probably gets away with it too.

You reach out and shut your laptop before you go too far down this rabbit hole. Your schedule is packed, and the premiere is only three days away. You've got better things to do than go all Sherlock on this random actor that's showing up.

Though it is unusual.

And he is handsome.

Yeah. It is true. Life does move fast in Hollywood.

Now you know for sure. Because not long ago, you were looking up Steve Harrington's name, like some deprived fangirl, and now you're on your way to the event he's supposed to be at.

The car seems packed, almost claustrophobically so. Miranda sits right of you, on the phone with someone who you can only assume to be too important to interrupt. On the left is your makeup artist, giving you some final touchups before your big entrance.

You don't know if this is the best or worst part about your rising fame. On one hand, it's all you've ever dreamed of. Of being recognised, making a name for yourself, getting to show the world what you can do. You're appreciated, celebrated, but on the other hand, you feel a bit like a product. The way you're sitting in this car, getting all dolled up, rehearsing what you'll say in the interviews... Miranda tells you you'll get used to it, but you're honestly not too sure.

Soon enough, you’re ushered out of the car by your manager. The same way you’ll never get used to the feeling of fame, is the same way you’ll never get used to having your name called out as you’re bombarded with camera flashes. This is only the entrance to the premiere, and you’re already overwhelmed. But you know that this is the worst part, so instead, you put on a smile and greet everyone.

Although you're having a little trouble walking in your gown, and not to mention those godforsaken heels, you soon make it to the actual red carpet for some photos. Your attention is called by several photographers, some asking who you're wearing, some just wanting you to look into the camera.

You look beautiful.

Your dress is a powdery blue, a close match to the dress you wear for most of the movie. It flows beautifully with your body, the silk catching the light in all the right ways. Your accessories and hair are adorned by white gold and pearls, classy, chic, but not boring. You feel like you're dressing up. Not a "let's go out somewhere fancy" dressing up, more like a "putting on your mom's heels" dressing up.

Part of all of this feels like you're playing pretend. Like you're not really supposed to be there. Like everyone's doing you a favour by being here, celebrating you and your movie. Though nothing could be further from the truth, the impostor syndrome somehow still gets to you, every time. You try not to let it show on your face, striking a casual pose, and smiling softly.

You look beautiful.

Steve thinks so too.

Only now he's reminded of why he came to this event. It's made the extra hoops he had to jump through all worth it. The extra questions by his management, the raised eyebrows when he arrived, the interviewers he, for once, has been trying to dodge.

He thought you looked pretty on the big screen, but no camera does you justice as much as the naked eye does.

He recognises something in you. Something nervous. Not necessarily innocent, just... New. It excites him a little, his mind already wandering to you allowing him to show you all the corners of the showbiz. Because he's a seasoned professional, of course. At least he likes to think so. He might only have a few years up on you, but he knows he's made for this. To act, to be famous. He knows you'd look amazing doing it next to him too.

"Mr Harrington!"

Some photographer calling his name catches him off guard, and so he brings his attention to the lens, flashing a cocky smile.

It catches your attention, too. The name more than the callout. You knew he'd be there, but for some reason you figured you'd have a bit more... Mental preparation. But what do you care, right? He probably wants you to gawk at him, be the little innocent newbie, borderline groupie, who can't believe it's really him.

You know better than to feed into his ego.

Which is why you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he smiles at you instead. You know he won't come up to you, he knows better than to embarrass you in front of all these people. You just don't know if he can resist himself later.

Then again, maybe you've got it all wrong. Maybe he just happens to really like 18th century period pieces about a girl finding a connection with her long lost mother. But somehow you'd find that hard to believe.

You go inside the theatre, and you finally get to enjoy the best part. This is when you try to disconnect from your job for a second, from the image you've built for yourself. When you're in front of the big screen, seated with all these people, you're 12 years old again.

You go watch a movie with your mom, it's your favourite time of the month. You share a large popcorn, and you can barely contain your excitement when the lights dim. Somehow, every emotion feels bigger like this. You've watched countless women pour their hearts out in movies, give their everything for their art, their passion. You've always been determined to be like them. To make other people resonate with a character so much it brings them to tears.

When you watch your own movies, you're not watching yourself. You're a little girl again, admiring the performance like you always used to. It makes this career more worth it than anything else, than all the glamour and money anyone could offer.

You bite your lip in anticipation when the theatre goes dark, toying with the bracelet on your wrist. You've seen it before, but not like this. Not like how it's meant to be watched.

Everything fits right. The music immerses you perfectly, the environments are meticulously chosen and everyone plays their part like they were born to do so.

And you're starstruck. By yourself, no less. You've always stayed humble, that's something you'd never give up. But you're also proud. So proud. This is something you've worked so hard for, everyone on the crew has, so you feel no remorse when you admit it's perfect.

The movie is emotional, and nearing the end, the melancholy of it all reaches its climax. Your character runs through a field of poppies, all blooming as she passes each one, chasing what she thinks is a vision of her mother when she was younger. The girl being chased giggles, as the main character keeps calling out her mother's name in tears. She's brought to her knees at the end of the field, the edge of a cliff, reaching desperately to hold onto the memory of her long lost mother.

You let out a tear. Hell, most people do, even Miranda can't hold it. It's one hell of a scene, the orchestral soundtrack alone could make someone cry. It makes your heart swell.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can tell someone else is really letting the waterworks go.

Wait-- That's not just someone.

That's Steve Harrington. Crying. Because of your acting.

You can tell he's trying to hide it a little, hiding his lower face behind a clenched wrist, the tears leaving little stripes of wetness on his skin. Running past his stubbly jaw, dropping onto the fabric of his tuxedo.

You can't imagine this is normal for him. Apparently it was already a rare apparition to see him at your premiere, and now he's publicly crying too. Well, you don't know if anyone else is observing it, but you know what you're seeing. That's pure, raw emotion right there.

You bring your attention back to the screen, hoping he hasn't noticed your staring.

The movie comes to a close, and the audience arises in a standing ovation. You get up, giggling a little coyly at all this sudden attention. The director comes up to you, taking your hand and bringing you along with the rest of the crew to the front so you can take a bow. Your face beams with happiness, and it's contagious.

It makes Steve return the smile, even though it's not even necessarily directed at him. You're just so pretty, all excitement and modesty, so untouched by fame's worst sides. It pulls him straight to you in a way he hasn't experienced before, there's just something so... Sincere about you. Something so gorgeous.

He makes eye contact with you as you come back up from your bow. The smile he gives you is nearly a copy and paste from the ones you saw online, where you can tell exactly what he's trying to say just from his expression. It's like his face just reads "atta girl".

It's really hot. And you hate how it makes you feel.

You exit faster than you probably should. You mutter to Miranda that you just need some fresh air, but really, you need to get away from this Harrington man before you fall head over heels for his stupid tactics. He hasn't said a word to you yet, and you already feel yourself slipping into the enthralling arms of his charm.

You change your mind, earlier was not the worst part. This is. Because now you have to pretend like you're not mentally having a crisis while still answering questions and mingling.

You deal well with most of the compliments and praise. You get a bit of butterflies every time a household name or someone you look up to acknowledges you, and you practically feel like ascending when they say they like your work.

You're in the middle of speaking to one of your co-actors and your manager, when she's suddenly giving you the eyes. With Miranda, this can mean two things;

There is a fire happening, or--

There is someone important behind you.

She's done this before when Robert De Niro was getting interviewed just a meter away from you. But you have a feeling you know who it is this time. Though you're not sure how excited you are by it.

You look over your shoulder, and surely, there he is.

All suave and charm, smooth tuxedo, freckled tan skin and perfect hair. He encapsulates the entirety of Hollywood so well, and you're not quite sure how to respond.

"I'm a little starstruck, I gotta say." he says, and you're not sure why you're even surprised that his voice is that nice.

"Really?" You give Miranda your "help me" eyes for a moment, but she's already off to get more champagne. With no lifeline to hang onto, you figure you might as well entertain him for a moment. "Guess I could say the same about you."

"Hey, I'm not the reason we're all here, am I?" He chuckles, and you're unsure if it's a rhetorical question or not. From what you can tell, maybe he does think everyone's here for him. You try your hardest to fend off those preconceptions of him, but although you are new to all of this, you’re not stupid. You know how men can be once they start getting attention.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on the movie.” He says, voice dripping with honey, placing his large warm hand over your arm. It would surprise you, if it didn’t feel so nice. “Truly a great performance, and I mean that. I’m not even usually one for period pieces.”

He doesn’t realise that makes him look even more suspicious for showing up here at all. Why would you go to a premiere for a movie of a genre you don’t like?

“Thank you, I appreciate that, Mr…” You pretend not to know his name, for multiple reasons. To make yourself seem a little more nonchalant, or maybe you just want to give his ego that little chop it so obviously needs.

“Harrington. Though I assumed you knew, my bad.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes. Of course he would.

“I’m surprised to see you here.” You implore, and Steve’s eyebrows raise a little. He was hoping you wouldn’t ask that, but he supposes it was bound to happen eventually.

“Ah, well, the director is a friend of mine. I figured I’d show up for support, you know, keep the connection up.” He’s lying through his teeth, and you both know it. But part of Hollywood is pretending like you’re all not just lying to each other the whole time. You’ve gotten more used to it over time.

Neither of you mention what you saw inside. Partly because you’re unsure if you were imagining it, and partly because you wouldn’t even know where to insert it. Yet the sight of him getting emotional lingers in the back of your head.

“I thought you uh, didn’t know who I was?” Steve remarks, and you catch your own slip up now too. Why would you care if he showed up, if you didn’t even know his name?

“Oh, I do, your uh… Your name just slipped my mind.” Your nonchalant façade starts to falter, and you’re hoping it doesn’t make you look as much of a fool as you think you do.

Instead of pressing on, he chuckles. It’s a warm chuckle, low, smooth, it sends a shiver down your spine. He seems amused by you, for a reason you can’t quite make out.

He presses a hand to the small of your back, leaning in closely to your ear, and you think you might start seeing stars. He smells so incredibly good, you nearly melt into his touch, whether you mean to or not.

“Well, make sure to make it stick this time, hm, honey?”

You’re pretty sure your entire body has heated up just from hearing that. You hate how well his charm works on you, that silky voice and smug demeanour.

He pulls back, and just as you expected, he’s smiling like the cat that got the cream. “See you around, princess. Enjoy your premiere.”

You’ve had a lot of mind blowing shit happen to you already. The fact that you’re standing at your own movie premiere, surrounded by people you admire is insane to you on its own.

Now you’re getting flirted with by one of Hollywood’s golden boys, and you just have to play it cool. Pretend that you don’t feel like giggling like a teenage girl and getting all flustered. It makes you sick to your stomach. It makes you mad. That he can walk off, just like that, all cocky and confident. You don't want him to think of you like the innocent debutante that he can just play around with for a bit, before he moves on to the next young thing. You've seen that movie before.

Before you have a chance to let it get to your head, one of your costars, the younger girl that plays your little sister, comes up to you. "Geez, you okay? You look a little... Pressed."

"'M fine. Just-- a little frustrated. Sorry I haven't said hi yet, this is all... A lot, you know?"

"You'll get used to it." She sips her glass of champagne, and you want to say something about it, before you remember she's only two years younger than you. She's been an actress since she was 6 years old, she knows the industry so much better than you, and yet you feel protective over her.

"I don't think I ever will, to be honest. God, my shoes are killing me." You groan, hoping no one's close enough to hear you complain. The last thing you want is to come across as ungrateful for all this.

"Have some more champagne, that usually does the trick." She looks off to the side for a moment, and you can tell she's a little tense too. "Me and the rest of the girls on crew are going to get drinks and food later, wanna join?"

Her invitation brings a smile to your face. Though you're constantly surrounded by people, Hollywood brings a profound sense of loneliness into your life. You have trouble fitting in, connecting. Everyone is all smiles and compliments, yet no one talks, no one calls. Anything is rarely personal. And making friends is hell.

"I'd love to, seriously. Tell you what, it's my treat. To celebrate our premiere, hm?"

She smiles back, leaving her empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. "Cool. I'm off to the bathroom, cab's gonna be out front around 8."

She leaves you shortly after, and suddenly it's there again. That profound sense of loneliness. It's got you left thinking about what Steve said to you. How he talked to you. That tone.

It makes you feel small. Yet you hold on to every word.

How infuriating.

The rest of the premiere is a dazed flurry of conversations and pictures taken in your memory. You've got too much on your mind now to enjoy most of it, and you damn that smug asshole for being the reason for that.

You walk outside, the sky being a lot darker than you expected. You sigh, the air you breathe out coming out in little clouds. April shouldn't be this cold, not in California, at least.

You look around, no cab to be seen yet. Your eyes catch sight of a familiar man smoking. He flicks open an expensive lighter, his hands shielding the flame from the wind.

The fire frames his face in a special kind of light. It shows both the pretty freckles scattered on his skin, and the bags present under his eyes. The strange dichotomy of his personality, represented so simply on his face.

It just pisses you off even more how handsome he is.

Before you realise it, your legs are taking you closer to him, heels clicking onto the pavement as you strut over. He only seems to notice your presence when your shadow casts over him, taking away the yellowish glow of the streetlight.

"Missed me already?" He smiles, lips still wrapped around the cigarette before he takes it between his fingers.

"You can't talk to someone like that. At least not to me." You don't know where this sudden surge of confidence sprouted from, your words even surprising yourself.

"I'm sorry?" He stands up straighter, and though his stature is definitely taller than yours, you try not to let it phase you.

"I know what you're trying to do. I'm not dumb. Maybe you think I am, but I'm not." You cross your arms, partly to shield yourself from the cold, partly to feign courage.

"And what do you think I'm doing then, hm?" The smile on his face makes you want to desperately smack it right off. He really is exactly like people say.

"Don't act stupid with me. You think you've got me all figured out, huh? You randomly show up to my premiere, and the first time we talk, you try to butter me up. Did you expect me to drop to my knees for you or something? Thank you for gracing me with your almighty presence, which for the record, I did not ask for?"

He's speechless for a second. This is a first. Usually, when a woman is cussing him out, it's after they've dated, not before.

He chuckles, dropping his half smoked cigarette onto the ground and stamping it out with his shoe.

"Sounds like you think you've got me all figured out, doll."

"Don't call me that."

"It's not a bad thing."

"I decide that. Not you."

He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning his head back for a moment. "Geez... So much for first impressions huh?"

"I'm not the one trying to get into the other's pants now, am I?"

"Coulda fooled me."

"God, you're fucking insufferable." You laugh dryly, rolling your eyes. "You think I'm some stupid showbiz newbie, that I'm supposed to be grateful you're even talking to me. Maybe have sex with you and see what opportunities I get out of it."

He just looks at you now. You don't know if that's better than a response, because he's neither confirming nor denying it. Or maybe he realises nothing he says will save him in this. He'd be right about that.

"Do me a favour, if you’re just going to treat me like a ditz, don’t talk to me again. I’m already forced to deal with enough guys like you on the daily, so go bother someone else.”

As if called by some higher being, the cab, along with the girls you were supposed to meet, arrive outside. You gave Steve no time to respond, instead offering him a cold shoulder and some time to let all of that sink in. Though you doubt your words are going to make him change that attitude any time soon.

He leans against the wall outside, watching the dark car you got in drive by and away into the nightly city. He’s not sure what to do with what’s just been given to him.

No woman has ever figured him out this early on. Or maybe they have, and they just never told him this outright. It’s not like he tries to hide the type of person that he is, it’s just that it usually never blows up in his face this much. You’ve taken his flirting, turned it around and served it right back at him to make him think it all over. You‘ve practically rendered him speechless, and it’s only your first time meeting.

It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

just a lil something i tortured @divine-misfortune with last night after he shared this post with me and said "Now hear me out Zeph/aeth and or omega bc they won’t slow down fr a damn second "

and thus i started a doc lovingly called "zephyr/omega go to sleep ya old man"

1263 words of omega misusing quintessence in order to (lovingly i swear) force zephyr to get some rest. yes zephyr will be mad at him later. yes omega is being a lil bit of a bastard. yes i am indulging in my (our) hypnokink, just go with it.

“You’re a stubborn old thing, you know that?”

Zephyr rolls their eyes before side-eyeing the quintessence ghoul, making a face. “Care to elaborate?”

“Been spending a lot of time with those new ghoulettes. When was the last time you slept?” Omega puts a hand on the back of the leather armchair Zephyr is currently seated in, where they were, up until now, engrossed in a text about ancient languages.

They bite their tongue against the urge to correct him on Cirrus and Cumulus’ names. “I slept last night, there’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh, last night, hm? So that wasn’t the organ I was hearing in the wee hours of the morning?”

“You are as old as this building, Omega, surely you’re aware of the noises that aged pipes make when all else is silent.”

He tuts. “Far too melodic for old plumbing, Zeph.”

Zephyr grumbles and makes to return back to their book without replying. Omega chuckles, and suddenly his hands are resting on their shoulders, thumbs heavy over the strained tendons on the back of their neck.

“Why don’t you let me help?”

The air ghoul grumbles again. Slots their small stack of notes along the book’s binding as a makeshift bookmark and snaps the thing shut. They place it onto the table and stare at the fire in the hearth.

“And why should I let you?” they say to the fading embers.

Omega hums. “Because you need your rest, you cranky ghoul.”

“I am plenty rested.”

“These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.”

Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?”

“Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”

Before Zephyr can so much as think about scurrying away with their book, warm quintessence seeps into their bones, the tension held there unraveling from the inside out. Their eyelids flutter, shoulders slumping. Some undignified noise bubbles up from their throat, and they can barely catch their chin from hitting their chest as their head lolls forward.

“You . . .” They try to protest, tongue too heavy in their mouth to form its usual elegant timbre. Their hands can’t even grip the arms of the chair anymore, cementing them into place and thwarting any chance they had of escaping Omega’s nagging.

Said quintessence ghoul shushes him, self-satisfied and certainly not even close to genuinely comforting. “There you go. See? Knew you were tired.”

“Hn . . .’m not—”

“You are, look at that sleepy face.” Omega brushes a few strands of hair back behind their horns, their head leaning into his touch without their permission. Zephyr’s eyes are drooping, rolling with the effort of trying to keep them open. Maybe they are more tired than they thought, he didn’t give them that much magick, did he?

Omega coos at them, running his thumb along the base of their horn. “Just close your eyes,” he whispers.

Zephyr just groans, something close to uh uh, but it doesn’t sound very disagreeing. They’re falling asleep sitting up, and his warm hand against the side of their face does nothing but drag them closer to unconsciousness. Suddenly, they don’t want to get away from him. Magick swirls all syrupy in their veins, and, really, it’s getting harder and harder to have any opinions on the situation.

Behind them, Omega shakes his head and loops around to the front of the chair, still cradling their head as he kneels between their parted legs. The hands at their sides, having slid off the arms of the chair, twitch towards him. Zephyr watches Omega’s other hand as it comes to hold the other side of their face, eyes slow and delayed as they track its movement.

“You’d do well to listen to me, you tired old hen,” Omega chides them. He wiggles their head a little, not unlike a chiropractor looking for sore spots. Ensuring they’re close to limp and loose.

Zephyr just lets him. Has no choice, really. They’d call him a plethora of names later—bastard, unwelcome imp, meddling hypnotist spawn—but the thought of remembering to do so slides away like rain on glass.

He must sense the fleeting thought behind Zephyr’s glassy eyes, because he adjusts their head again, tightening his grip almost imperceptibly.

“None of that; you’re being so good, aren’t you? I’m only helping, aren’t I? Little bit of magick to get rid of all those pesky cobwebs between your ears. I know, you’re so tired underneath all those stubborn thoughts. Just takes a nice, kind ghoul like me to help you relax, doesn’t it?” On and on he drones, the words going in one ear and out the other, washing away their own internal monologue and replacing it with his own. They are tired, and an afternoon nap isn’t so terrible, they aren’t really busy. And Omega’s helping them.

Definitely not using his magick in some smug, actually selfish way, rendering the normally uptight ghoul completely powerless in less than a second. No, it’s completely selfless—a show of his care and concern for Zephyr’s wellbeing. Absolutely not a vehicle to win any kind of argument, not at all.

Their breathing is slowing now, neck nearly limp in Omega’s hands. Sinking deeper into the fuzzy embrace of sleep.

“That’s it,” he lilts. “You’re gonna feel so much better, and I won’t even say ‘I told you so.’ How does that sound?”

Zephyr responds with a long exhale through parted lips, left thigh twitching randomly as the pleasant numbness settles in.

Omega smirks. “Good.” With one last push of quintessence, he tilts their head just so and watches as their eyes unfocus and fall shut, jaw dropping open with the softest noise as they drift asleep in his hands. The quiet snores follow just seconds later, Omega’s hands the only thing keeping them upright.

He waits until he’s sure they’re asleep, warming his back against the dying flames while Zephyr slumps in their chair. Only then does he pull back the tendrils of his magick, letting it seep down towards the floorboards as slow as molasses so as not to accidentally rouse them. Thankfully, the library is empty this time of day. Nothing to interrupt the air ghoul’s much needed sleep.

They’re lax and peaceful now, but Omega’s sure he’ll hear about it when they wake. He laughs to himself at the plethora of elegant insults that come to mind. For now, he takes satisfaction in the way Zephyr’s head lolls back against the chair with the gentlest press of his pointer finger, drool making its way out of the corner of their mouth already.

“Cute,” the quintessence ghoul comments, smoothing out the wrinkles in his button-down. And then, as a wicked afterthought, he presses the pad of his finger to the middle of their forehead again, sneaking in a cheeky suggestion of a dream wrapped in plumes of balsam and petrichor. Snickering to himself when Zephyr whines quietly and their tail kinks up at the end. “Enjoy,” he whispers, making his exit.

Omega knows he won’t get any thanks for that—a pity, really, considering it was quite a nice little fantasy—nor will he get any thanks for helping (forcing) Zephyr to get some rest. At the very least, he’ll get a very disgruntled and haughty air ghoul glaring at him for the remainder of the day.

Omega’s fine with being berated for misuse of magick if it means the poor thing won’t be sleep deprived. Until then, he files away Zephyr’s reaction to it for later.

#author is not sorry for pushing the hypnokink agenda onto the masses #ficlet #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #zephyr ghoul #omega ghoul #omega x zephyr #zephyr x omega #zephyr/omega #omega/zephyr #cw: hypno kink #no i didnt proofread this #quintessence as hypnosis #wheres that anon here i wrote more pspspspsps #dont think about this serious bitch being reduced to an absolute puddle under...other circumstances #yes omega is being a bastard. can you blame him.

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littledata · 4 months

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in your new fic (love by the way) just wondered if you could elaborate what Ava and Bea discuss when they call each other and realise they’re gonna be a couple.

Really interested to know when they both realised and how Bea discussed the beach night to her?

Thanks if you can

“It’s stupid because it’s not here in front of me,” Ava says, grinning stupidly. She can't seem to wipe it from her face, her mouth doesn't seem capable of doing anything else. “Four months, oh my God.”

On the other end of the phone, she can hear the wind rushing past Beatrice, and she half feels like it might sweep through the line and blow her way. For years she's carried the weight of loving Beatrice and believing she couldn't - or wouldn't - love her back, has borne the endless cycle of soaring hope and crushing disappointment with relative dignity and minimal crying into Mary's shoulder.

Now that Beatrice has said it though (I feel very deeply for you - she'll relive those words again and again) she's sure she could float away with the slightest breeze.

"Did you - would you have said anything? If I hadn't..." She doesn't want to say 'got down on my knees and begged you to love me in the middle of a train station' although that's certainly how it had felt; how it felt driving home in Lilith's car wondering if Beatrice would ever look at her the same way again.

"I don't know," Beatrice tells her. "Maybe not. I felt very muddled about all of it. I tried hard to resist it."

"How long?" Ava asks greedily. Now that she's had a taste of Beatrice wanting her, loving her, she can't get enough, will gladly drink it all down and ask for more.

"Hm." Beatrice says. Ava can't see her but she knows Beatrice's noises and silences well enough to understand that she's thinking about it. She's found, over the years, that where her own emotions are often clear and straightforward to her, looming large over everything she does, Beatrice's tend to be more subtle, more textured. Often, she has to sort through them before she's able to express them at all.

"Do you know that lots of girls smoked at my school?"

Ava's brows furrow, confused by the apparent non-sequitur, "Huh?"

"I mean, that lots of girls smoked, and I always refused to join in them. I didn't like it, I thought it was smelly and unpleasant."

"You smoked with me," Ava reminds her, "The first time we met." Ava thinks of it often - wonders regularly the path her life would have taken if she hadn't sneaked out of the tour of the rich asshole boarding school and found Beatrice crying behind the kitchens.

She hears the smile in Beatrice's voice, "That's what I mean. You offered me a cigarette and I accepted, even though I never had before. I think I wanted to impress you."

"Impress me?" Ava lets out a startled laugh, "You're like, the most impressive person ever."

"We'll have to agree to disagree," Beatrice says, amused. Ava wishes very badly she could see her, pull her close. "But I think that's when it started - although I didn't know it then, of course. I only realised it in little bits over the years. Coastal erosion, you know."

"I know," Ava agrees. She's so in love with this ridiculous nerd. "You remember when you came to the hospital to see me? When you were in university and I took those - uh. Well, when I ended up in hospital, anyway. As soon as you walked in, everything felt better, and I just knew."

"That long?" Beatrice asks softly.

"Yeah, that long." Ava agrees. It isn't that she's spent the last ten years pining: she's had boyfriends, girlfriends, even fallen in love a couple times over. But quietly, in the very back of her mind, it's always been Beatrice. Just Beatrice.

"I'm sorry I didn't act sooner," Beatrice says regretfully.

"Don't be sorry," Ava tells her immediately. "Don't. We got here. I didn't think we ever would. That night on the beach trip I kind of felt like I'd fucked everything up, like we'd never be friends the same way again."

"I think if anyone fucked up then it was me." Beatrice sighs, "I felt like I'd taken advantage of your desire for physical affection."

Ava pauses, decides she isn't going to say it and then says it anyway. "So I did turn you on, right?"

"Oh God." There is a smothered laugh and Ava imagines Beatrice is covering her face with her hand, "Do we have to get into that sort of detail?"

"So that's a yes." The grin is back on her face and bigger than ever.

"It's a yes," Beatrice admits, "And I'm sorry I didn't handle it very well. I was embarrassed, I think. And angry with myself."

"Angry?" Ava asks, "Is the thought of me touching you that bad?"

"No, of course not." Beatrice is quick to correct her, "The opposite, really. I was angry at my own lack of self-control in maintaining the boundaries of our friendship."

"Hm." Ava considers this for a long time, "You know, you should probably go back to therapy."

"I'm going to allow that comment only because it's you."

There's something in the way that Beatrice says you that makes Ava's heart flutter and dance in her chest. She wants badly to hug her, pull in her and tell her it's okay, feel the warmth and the strength of her. She wants to touch her again and see if she can make her gasp, hold her hand and run her fingers through her hair.

And she can say it, now, doesn't have to keep it inside anymore. So she does. "I want to kiss you really bad right now."

Beatrice inhales a shaky breath. She says, "I want to kiss you too."

#oh my god this ended up so long #extra writing #asks

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caycaysdiamond · 1 year

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I wanna marry you, right here, right now.

Request for @liliasleftpinkytoe : "OK I'm taking one for the team twsts characters of your choice + lilia with a (later s/o) friend that legit pursues them for their hand in marriage, constantly flirting, doing things only for them and proposing with a new ring everyday?"

Thank you for my first request qaq! this is such a cool prompt so I hope I did it justice!!

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge and Deuce Spade Friends to Lovers, reader is astronomically down bad, lovesick writing, prefect or non prefect reader, cursing, long asf post

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia Vanrouge was no stranger to your fondness of him. Your eagerness to help him with anything whether it be some meager dorm task or rehearsals with the light music club.

The fae male wasn't complaining either, far from it. In fact, he often encouraged you to be around more and more, subtly mentioning a task he would be doing all alone and how boring it would be. Telling you how long practice with the club was going to be. Or mentioning a meeting or two he knew he'd have to go to.

Naturally, you would respond, "Hmm, I can spare some time."

That's what friends are for, after all.

And let's not forget the pet names that would spur from your lips at a moment's notice when referring to your dearest friend or the lingering touches you both would share. You would give Lilia soft gazes when you thought it wasn't paying attention to you. The lovesick sighs that would fall from your lips when your mind would wander to thoughts of him.

Lilia was simply playing coy to your feelings, maybe a bit cruel but he was eager for the day that you finally confessed to him.

He received the first paper ring on his desk in his homeroom class. It was a simple, band-styled ring made of notebook paper. Beside it, there was a simple, straight-to-the-point note:

I want to marry you, Lilia Vanrouge.

He simply laughed, knowing who it was from even without a signature, and slipped the paper band on his ring finger. Later that day, he, of course, mentioned the paper ring when you met after classes.

He flashed it proudly and with his signature smirk said, "They want to marry me, reader! My secret admirer, fufufu~ I wonder who they are."

You felt a blood vein pop but responded coolly, "Oh? Is someone trying to steal you away from me, darling?

He shrugged, playing along, "Who knows? Maybe they're jealous of you. You are always around me, maybe they're...trying to take your spot in my heart, hm?"

You froze at the words Lila spoke, just for a moment but a moment was all he needed to continue, "It's sad. I have no way of knowing who did this. The ring is so finely made and whoever went out of their way to make it must really love me."

"They must, you're right," you looked away, "They must cherish you; handmade gifts always have very special places in people's hearts."

Lilia grabbed your hand and caressed it, "You're right, just the thought of someone who loves me making something just for me is enough to make me swoon."

"Really? Is that all it takes?" You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand a bit.

"Do you think they'll give me more? I'd love to have a collection."

A small smile crossed your face at that, "Of course."

The second paper ring came in the same way as the first, only two days later. This ring though, was much more elaborate, instead of lined paper, it was made of light pink construction paper and resembled a flower. The note beside it read:

I love you, Vanrouge.

No other person would I ever do such incredible sappy confessions for in the form of these paper rings and crudely written notes.

Words nor actions can accurately portray the feelings I truly have for you and you know, in fact, I believe you've always known.

Were you waiting for me? For us?

I do want that. Want us. Forever.

I'll ask you the rest of my questions later. - Reader

Lilia slipped the second ring on his finger, smiling at it fondly.

"Are you trying to take my whole heart, Reader?" He spoke to no one in particular, "Well...it's working."

The third ring came much later in the day, both of you were together but no verbal communication was taking place. At least, not between the two of you. No, instead, you were at a house warden's meeting with the vice house warden, writing notes that you would slip to Malleus later. The other house wardens never questioned your presence at these meetings either, as natural as water flow where Lilia was you were too, and vice versa.

You knew that Lilia would be going directly to the light music club after this meeting, so this time before you both began to go in opposite directions after the meeting you slipped the third paper ring on his finger and placed the note tenderly in his arms.

"Another proposal, dear?" Lilia smiled and admired the third ring: a band that alternated between green and black with a thorn design drawn on.

You just nodded as you started walking in the opposite direction, turning back you yelled, "I'm gonna steal your heart and marry you!"

Lilia just laughed and began reading the third note:

Could I have called you mine sooner?

Have I always had your heart?

You've always been mine to me.

You've always had my heart; it's only ever been you.

Lilia, where would you want to have a honeymoon?

You've seen the world more times than I could count, and I want to experience the world with you.

Do you want to experience that world with me?

Love always, Reader.

The fourth and final ring came days later as you helped Lilia recreate an old fae recipe in the Diasomnia kitchens, it was late at night and the two of you worked diligently. Lilia's previous three rings sat on the island in front of you both, none of them looked even a bit damaged. All night you found yourself sneaking glances at them, occasionally fiddling in your pocket with the final ring to complete the set.

"You seem distracted," Lilia pointed out, "Something on your mind?"

"Nothing in particular," You replied to him a bit too quickly as you mixed up some ingredients in front of you.

Lilia feinted distress at your words, "Not even me? Oh, I'm so hurt and here I thought I would be ruining your every little thought like you do to me, sweetheart."

"That's the effect I have on you? Do elaborate for me, I want to know every moment you've ever thought about me."

"Every moment? We'd be here a while, there's been a lot since we first met."

"I've been driving you crazy since we first met?" you questioned, curious now.

Lilia simply nodded as he took your ingredient bowl and combined it with the rest, "Since before really, I've always had my eye on you. You've always been so intriguing...fufufu...I couldn't help myself, I had to get to know you."

"You're right, I was thinking about you," you decided to admit, "as always."

"Oh? Do tell."

"I was thinking about how many times you've probably made this recipe. And how many times you probably ruined it."

"Cooking is an art and I am only being an artist," he corrected, "Regardless, the hard part is over now we wait."

It was as Lilia turned to put the food in the oven that you decided to finally reveal the last ring to him, it was made with more sturdy paper than the ones thus far: It was a black ring with a green gem, very tiny pink flowers encased the area around the gem with little thorn vines.

"Will you marry me, Lilia Vanrouge?"

Lilia closed his eyes and smiled, "Of course, my love."

You slipped the ring on his finger and let out a breath of relief.

"You know I was kind of scared you'd say no."

Lilia only laughed, "I would never torment you that much, dear," he dusted off his hands then rolled them, appearing in his hands were three identical rings to the ones you made earlier as paper, only these were very real.

He slipped the first ring on your finger, "I want to marry you too,"

Then the second, "I was waiting for you."

Lastly the third was slipped on, "You've always been able to call me yours because you've always had my heart. As for our honeymoon...ah we can decide that together, no? We have so much of the world to partake in together, after all."

Deuce Spade

Every week, you and Deuce studied together in the library. Though sometimes the days changed due to both of your responsibilities throughout the year, somehow both of you always found time for both sessions without fail.

You were incredibly protective over your study time with him too.

Ace and Epel always asked to tag along but you always told them no. Your excuse was always, "I'd get distracted studying with so many people."

Or even sometimes, "Why don't you just study with Jack?"

They even tried to schedule their own study sessions with you! 1-on-1, just like the ones with Deuce and you rejected them again!

Why? "Who needs to do group studying that much?" You'd roll your eyes and puff, "Anything else I can just do on my own."

They quickly realized that you just wanted to monopolize time with Deuce, teasing you for such lame excuses. The two boys get it though, well if your obvious favoritism didn't stop there!

You would bring Deuce snacks if he off-handily mentioned he was a bit hungry, hide him from Riddle when you knew the housewarden was on a streak of 'Off with Your Head' that day, get him lunch, check on him if he was feeling slightly sick and it doesn't even stop there!!

In simple terms, Ace and Epel were absolutely stunned by how much you loved Deuce and how absolutely oblivious he was to it!

"Off to your study sessions, you fucking simp?" Ace leaned against your wall as you packed your school bag and slipped in a few snacks for good measure.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes, "so get out of my room, I don't need your weird cooties infecting my space more than it already has today."

You grabbed a red, heart shaped keyring from your desk and shoved it in your pocket.

"You may not want my weird cooties but I know whose you're practically begging foraaaaAHH-"

You didn't allow him to finish that statement instead you grabbed his wrist, opened the door, and slung him out. You followed behind him closing the door with a loud slam and ignored his protest, practically sprinting to the library. Once inside you made your way to the usual study spot and was greeted by Deuce, frantically writing out some alchemical equations and glaring the paper with only the anger a student could have.

"Deuce! Sorry I'm late!" You sat down next to him, pulling out your notebooks.

Deuce's expression immediately softened, "It's fine, Reader. I haven't been here long."

You glanced at his paper, "You wanna work on alchemy first today?"

Deuce simply nodded, "I want to try getting my hardest work out of the way while I'm with you today so that I'm not bothering you later in the week for help. You're getting busy with club work right?"

"Yea but I always have time for you!" You cupped his hands, "You could never bother me, Deucy, but thanks for caring about me so much." You let go of his hands then rummaged through your bag for your own alchemy work. Deuce watched you the entire time, the slightest bit of blush dusted his cheeks.

"Hm, found it. What problem are you on?"

"Uh, the first one..." Deuce admitted reluctantly.

"That's fine, I'll walk you through it since I already started on this earlier."

You began stepping through each problem with Deuce, letting him take the lead with working problems out and only helping when he was confused or used the wrong alchemy rules. It was late when you guys finally finished working, after double checking everything to make sure your work was correct, decided that was enough for today. The crisp winter winds assaulted your face as you left the library together and the moon was high above both of you. You both walked in a comfortable silence as you made your way to the Hall of Mirrors.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Deuce began to walk towards the Heartslabyul mirror but you grabbed his arm before he could go in.

"Wait um, I have a surprise," you gulped, "Close your eyes and gimme your hand."

Deuce did what you asked without much question, though he did give you a puzzled look as he closed his eyes and held out his hand. You slipped the red keyring onto his finger swiftly. The foreign metal made the ravenette shiver and his hand recoiled but you held it in place.

"Can I open my eyes?" He questioned.

"Y-yea," you answered.

Deuce opened his eyes to see you down on one knee, his hand still in yours with a red keyring around his finger. His eyes widened at the scene before him, and small mumbles of your name began to leave his lips. Your eyes were glued to him, face red, "Will you marry me, Deuce Space?"

"WHAAAAAAT?!"

♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠

Ace and Epel blinked at each other before bursting out laughing.

"Can you not?" Deuce rolled his eyes as he finished the story about how he got the red keyring, "This is why I didn't want to tell you." The three boys were currently sitting on the floor of Adeuce's dorm room listening to the ravenette's current plight.

"Okay okay so is it a similar story for this rest of the keyrings?" Ace asked after his laughter high calmed down, however Epel's did not and the shorter boy was barely holding it in enough for Deuce to finish.

Deuce fished the other keyrings out of his pocket and pointed to them as he explained, "The second one was the orange key ring, I got that after school then the yellow one was after my track meet, the green one was during lunch one day and the blue one I got when I was painting the roses for an Unbirthday party.

"And every time Reader ask you to marry them?" Ace questioned as he began to twirl a keyring around his finger. Deuce simply nodded and leaned back on his hands, "Everytime."

Epel rolled his eyes a bit, "Didja ever answer?"

"Um, well no..."

"NO?!" Ace slammed the keyring his was playing with to the ground, "What do you mean 'no'? What did you do then!? How do you not answer that?"

"You don't understand, they told me not to answer."

"HUH?"

Epel laughed a bit, "Oh, I get it."

Ace whipped his head to look at the shorter male, "Um, I don't? Who ask a question that they don't want answered, multiple times?"

"Use yer brain, dumbass! It's not that they don't wanna answer, that ain't the point! They're tryna court Deuce!"

Deuce tilled his head, "Court me? With keyrings?"

Epel nodded and took a deep breath," Look," Epel began pointing to each keyring as he spoke, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue. Reader been givin' Deuce rings in rainbow order so the next color ought to be the last color, purple, right? Since purple the last color, that's probably when they wanna hear Deuce's answer. Catch the drift?"

Deuce nodded, "That makes sense, actually!"

"Yeah, yeah but why keyrings?" Ace said to no one in particular, "They could have used, like, plastic rings that look like engagement rings or something right?"

"Don't know, would have'ta ask'em."

"What if it's like, you're getting keyrings because you already have the key to their heart?" Ace giggled, "That's so cringe!"

Deuce punched his dormmate in the arm, "It's not. It's...cute..."

"CUTE?"

Epel also punched Ace in the arm, "Nah he's right, woulda never excepted that from Reader. I guess it show's how head over heels they are, huh?"

"I think head over heels is pushing it, Epel," Deuce sheepishly waved off the comment, "I'm just happy to know they like me back."

"Oh puh-lease! Deuce no one just purposes to someone like that! Or always checks on you, packs you lunch, shows up to every track meet, makes you study guides, studies with you---solo, multiple times a week might I add, bails you out of trouble, and comments on like every Magicam post of yours. Do I need to go on? Cause I can! I'm so absolutely sick of you to lovebirds! Do you know how hard it is for us, lowly single non-crushing peasants!"

Deuce cleared his throat, "Okay, okay I get the point!" He stood up and dusted himself off, "I have to go meet them, studying, as usual." He grabbed his bag from his desk and threw it over his shoulder, "You two should be too, you know, Trein's history midterm next week isn't going to be easy."

"Whatever that's a problem for next week me, thanks," Ace waved off, "Don't be late for your date."

"Don't mind this jealous hick, go get your significant other~," Epel teased, "I gotta feeling that they're gonna give you the last ring today."

Deuce smiled and left his room, there was a noticeable pep in the first year's step as he made his way to the library. Excitement was just rolling off the boy's shoulders, knowing you'll probably be waiting there at the usual table you sat at on the second floor, hiding the keyring somewhere and just waiting for the perfect opportunity to present it to him. You'd probably do it as your session finished, he thought, since you both take your study sessions so seriously. Or maybe right at the beginning? He began imagining at the possible scenarios where you would propose, and he would say "yes". So, to his surprise instead he found you sitting outside the bench to the library seemingly waiting for him and his imaginary scenarios seemed to be wrong.

"Deuce!" You waved, "I was...waiting for you!"

Deuce nodded and flashed you one of his shy smiles, "Ah! Well, I'm here!"

You nodded, "Uhm, you are!"

You and Deuce stared at each other for a while, neither moving nor looking away from each other. As the time passed, both of your expressions became more flustered.

It was almost adorable how awkward you two were at the moment, you seemly losing the confidence you had at your previous proposals and Deuce simply waiting for you, not wanting to steal your moment.

"I had this...piece of paper of everything I wanted to say right now but I threw it away and told myself to speak from my heart! But it's difficult, you know? And well it shouldn't be because well you already know how I feel, I mean no friend would ask you to marry them, right?" You laugh and Deuce nods, edging you to continue your speech.

"Well, I think I've just been so scared of what you may say. Just in case, what I've felt hasn't been conveyed, I'll spell it out for you! I love you, Deuce Space. You've had the key to my heart for a while now and anyone, everyone could see it. I want to be there for you forever," You pulled out the purple keyring from your pocket, "So will you marry me?"

A brilliant smile erupted from the man in front of you, "I do."

small a/n: originally, i was gonna do more characters but instead I just made the first two I wrote longer. maybe I'll come back to those other ideas in a later post! thankfully I'm done with my semester now and hopefully have more time to write!!!

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x you #twst x mc #twst imagines #twst scenarios #deuce spade #lilia vanrouge #deuce x you #lilia x you #twst fluff #twst x reader

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi can I please request Yandere Casey Jr HCs please I’m fine with platonic or romantic (or both ) 😊 love to see what you come up with

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. THERE IS NEVER A ROTTMNT WRITER'S BLOG WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO REQUESTS CASEY JR.

Anyway this can be read both platonically and romantically.

Also my analysis probably isn't going to be as accurate as I usually have since homie only appeared in the movie.

Tw: Stalking, trauma, mentions of murder, I can’t write him for shit ;-;

General Yandere Casey Jr Hcs

Type: In denial + Stalker (I'm struggling so hard help-)

He gives huge stalker vibes, especially in the first few scenes where he's trying to find people. Like you saw how he approached April? Boy is speedy.

This is my own interpretation but during the scenes of the movie, especially when he got sent to the future, he seemed almost in denial of having to leave older Leo.

So now that we know why I think he's these specific types let's elaborate on them a bit more.

Stalker. He's the type to go out and physically do it rather than using technology or other people to do the work for him. This also means the times you leave your house everything is exposed to him. Every minuscule little detail.

A possible item hoarder as well. He thinks it's interesting to steal photos of you or papers you've touched. I don't think he would have a shrine but definitely keeps a few things in his pocket.

In denial. He would 100% try to justify his stalking as protecting. I don't give a fuck about what other humans think, after the movie, it makes sense (Bro literally went through so many deaths since like 9).

You know this is kind of an iffy statement but maybe he'll be the type who doesn't even realize his actions are wrong until someone tells him. I don't know how I got this idea, it's just a random thought.

"What? I'm being creepy? How? I'm just protecting them, you never know what could be out there."

The reason he even develops his craziness (no I don't have a better name) is an overall build-up trauma of all the events that's occurred throughout the apocalypse and childhood.

He's honestly the mildest of all the yanderes I can think of in the rottmnt verse. He has rationality somewhat like Donnie and is able to have quite a clear mind even during times of crisis. Ex. the scene where Leo and Casey are trapped underneath the debris.

The only occasions he would kill are under dire circumstances or if he knows something's fucked up.

All in all, not too bad.

"Hm? Oh, this is a photo of you I found in your house, hope you don't mind I took it!"

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Sorry, this is short compared to most of my hcs, I have a hard time writing for him since there's less material of him to base off of (because I like using canon traits when incorporating it into my yandere stuff).

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Casey jr

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cupidssorbett · 1 year

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Day one: Thigh fucking.

Pairing: Swiss x Reader.

Summary: You and Swiss want to try something..New.

★ Please read: ★ This prompt contains smut! If you contain to read it is at your own volition! Love daphne.

When Swiss had told you to meet him down in the ghouls quarters after hours to say you were nervous would be an understatement. You hadn’t the slightest clue what he could want from you. Swiss was..many things. And confusing at times was one of them.

So even as you trekked down quietly into the dark hallways looking around cautiously throughout your little trip. Then you heard some boot steps behind you, you jumped spinning around riding your light to see where it’d come from. As your back was turned you felt someone’s breath on the back of your neck making all your hair stand on end.

“Took you long enough,” Swiss’s voice said from behind you making you audibly sigh with relief from the experience. “Sweet Satan Swiss, you fucking scared me.” You whispered turning around. He only laughed at your reaction.

You lightly hit his shoulder out of anger huffing “Okay okay sorry birdie, come on.” He motioned with his head and you followed him inside. “So why have you even asked me to come down here? Hm?” He hummed a bit at your response checking around before leading you to his own room.

When he shut and locked the door behind you, you were even more baffled you didn’t feel entirely frightened just perplexed then you felt his hands snake around your waist. “Swiss- you haven’t even answered me!” You said in a hushed whispered.

“Would you..be willing to try something new with me Mm?” He said in a lowered tone, you gulped a bit and as he removed your habit and his lips attached to your neck and collarbone you felt weak in the knees. “I-I suppose, what would you like to try?”

You could feel the smile on your collarbone as he lifted up from his place. “Do you know what thigh-fucking is?” His hands continued to roam your body as your head leaned back. You scoured your mind for where you had learned that term then it hit you. Those porno’s some of the ghouls would talk about.

“Only somewhat..Care to elaborate more?” You said in a breathless way, he stood upright a bit more. “Instead of fucking you directly, I fuck your amazing thighs.” As if on cue his hands attached to your thighs, you thought for a moment but ultimately decided to try it.

“Alright, let’s do it.” You said looking directly up at him through your lashes, he led you to the bed and you two stripped rather fast maybe it was just the pure excitement from it had your mind and heart racing.

He had you lay face first into the pillows on the bed ass and legs raised enough for him to be able to reach your thighs. “Again, you sure your okay with this?” You nodded and clicked his tongue, “Words.” You sighed a bit “Yes Swiss, go on.” You motioned to your thighs as your curled your arm back under the pillow.

He exhaled heavily, “Gladly,” he stroked himself a bit then put his cock between your thighs moving at slow pace at first. You could hear his little groans then whimpers he’d do when he felt his head nudge against something.

Then after a few minutes he’d pick up the pace, the skin slapping getting a bit louder. You were relishing in his little whimpers and whines from the feeling of your thighs. He went faster then slowed down this went on for a few more minutes.

Then suddenly he flipped your onto you back causing you let out a surprised squeal. He then put his dick back in-between your thighs and started up again groaning and whining. “I’m so..so close.” His tone was breathless and wavered slightly.

You smiled coyly, “Do it loverboy, cum on my stomach,” he let out a vocal moan and he spurted cum onto your stomach, panting and breathless before he pulled out and reached to grab something to clean you up.

When he’d finished cleaning your stomach and any other place it reached and had you lay back. He parted your legs planting kisses on your thighs. You gasped a bit about to protest. “Heyy..Relax. I want to return the favor.”

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost smut #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #swiss ghoul

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yxstxrdrxxm · 28 days

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POLL RESULT—! > To express admiration to him as an artist.

"... To express my admiration to you, since I heard that opening a studio takes a lot of time and money, especially for an artist."

ALBEDO seems surprised. It looked like he was expecting something else, but all he can do was let out an amused chuckle and simply shrug. Though, he did seem rather amused than offended.

"I see... I suppose it's normal for you to feel that way, then. I thought that it was because of something else."

[ AFFECTION ↑ 3+ ! ]

"Speaking of which, how is your studio coming along?" YESTERDAY asked, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't elaborate on it too much last time, so I've been thinking about asking you. I've never went to one before, if you can believe it."

The man hummed, pondering over what to say. Adjusting his sleeves, ALBEDO faces YESTERDAY more properly, his body leaning a bit forward to relax as he faced them head on.

"It's taking a while, for starters," he began, squinting a bit at the flowers before his eyes softened. "Although, perhaps it's due to a... Project of mine. You may think of it as a small task, if you will."

This perked up YESTERDAY's attention. A small task? From the looks of things, he did seem a bit reluctant to elaborate on it.

"Do tell," they said, nodding— as though to encourage him, which made him smile in a bit of amusement.

"I've been drafting up a painting for the studio. Have you ever tried to paint on walls, miss?"

... Wait, that's a thing?

"No, I'm afraid not," they replied, shaking their head. "I've never thought that people would ever paint their walls on a whim. Have you been thinking about doing it, hm?"

"For a few months, more or less. However, I have yet to decide on what reference I should start with," he explained, crossing his arms. "If I were to start painting on the wall, I usually begin with one from a canvas. I find it easier for me to frame how it should look with a finished product."

ALBEDO's eyes shifted to the plants, his smile drooping to a frown. It was clear that he was trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words, especially with a serious matter like art block.

"Is it why you decided to come to my shop?" YESTERDAY asked, a tad bit blunt in their words, but they were trying to be honest. "To... Seek inspiration?"

He nodded.

"Hm... I see. If I may, I have a suggestion on how you can deal with this predicament," they suggested. "I doubt that it could resolve everything right away, but I believe it could be a start."

"Oh?" he looked over, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Let's hear it. I'm open for suggestion."

"That's good. If that's the case..."

This poll will receive answers until 11 PM (GMT+8). Keep in mind that the majority will win, so vote what you think is right.

Additionally, any poll after this with additional votes WILL be null when the results are out. Choose wisely, focus on the recent poll, and ignore the past.

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dandylovesturtles · 11 months

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For the writer ask!

I’m intrigued by all of these but especially the podcast and the class of 2024 ones because they have the least amount of context clues, I would love some elaboration!

Class of 2024 is a one shot I intend to finish... sometime lol, when I have more time to get back to it. Here's a bit:

“If the damn Krang hadn’t invaded, I’d have been graduating in a few weeks.”

“Oh.” Donnie’s typing finally pauses, and he looks at her. Gives her his attention, and she loves him for it even while the practical part of her wants him to get back to whatever surely critical thing he was just working on. “I guess you would be. Assuming you graduated on time and didn’t have to repeat anything.”

She elbows him in the side, and even though she knows it doesn’t hurt him he jerks back. “I would have graduated on time, Dee.”

“I’m only covering our bases! We can’t know the counterfactual, after all.” She elbows him again.

“Donatello Hamato, you are the worst,” she tells him with all the fondness in the world.

His lips quirk up in a barely there smile. One of his battleshell arms extends and resumes typing, but he hasn’t looked back at it himself so she knows his main focus is still on her.

“Would you have gone to graduation?”

“Hm, probably. I mean, I don’t really care, but Mom-” She’d been about to say that her mom wants to go, present tense, and she just manages to stop herself. It’s crazy that it’s been two years, and still sometimes…

“...Mom would have thrown a fit if I skipped it,” she finally says, past tense, and she catches the way Donnie’s eyes cloud because he knows. God does he know.

They’re both orphans. She pushes the thought aside before she can let it erode all her carefully crafted walls.

“As would the rest of us,” says Donnie now, moving them straight past dangerous territory, and much as she hates that he dodges talking about emotions she appreciates it right now. It’s too damn late - or too early - for that. “You know how much fun we had sneaking into your high school graduation, surely you wouldn’t deny us the chance of a repeat.”

“Only if you promised not to bring the air horns.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“Then consider your chance denied.”

As for the Podcast Sep AU, that's an idea that has grown out of this post I wrote awhile back, except I basically just kept "the boys meet online" and changed everything else about it haha. In this version, April and Donnie have a true crime podcast that theorizes about the mysterious disappearance of Lou Jitsu, and the other three listen to it regularly, and then miscellaneous things happen along the way. It's a bit more angsty and less of a comedy than my original idea because I am myself, though it's still largely intended to be lighthearted as far as separated AUs go.

uh I'll just put some of the notes I posted on discord under the cut:

LEO

Leo calls Hypno Papa or Pop and calls Warren Dad, unless he's being a brat then he calls him Warren (this happens daily tbh)

they lived for awhile off money they each individually had saved up (also maybe Hypno's ratty apartment is Rent Controlled) but eventually they had to start having an active revenue stream so they started stealing

Leo loves stage magic OBVI but he's especially good at sleight of hand tricks and close up magic

so he starts using those skills to pickpocket

his dads don't really like him doing this (mostly out of concern for his safety rather than ethics) but they also can't really stop him unless they confine him to the house and they don't really want to do that so v(._.)v BOYS WILL BE BOYS IG

he gives them most of the money but he keeps some for himself for comics or other random things he wants

when Leo was still pretty little Hypno watched some Lou Jitsu movies out of curiosity, he knew who Lou Jitsu was but had never really watched the movies himself

he likes them alright but they aren't really his thing

but Leo came in and was immediately enthralled by it and became a big fan

Hypno knows LJ is Leo's human "dad" but decides not to tell him because he thinks it will just make Leo sad that he got left behind, also Hypno and Warren aren't even sure if LJ and the other three turtles survived

anyway this is what starts Leo on being an LJ fan and why he eventually finds Donnie and April's podcast

MIKEY

Mikey calls Repo "Boss" pretty much all the time, and Repo mostly calls him kid, occasionally he'll call him Mike

Repo taught Mikey how to read and do basic math growing up but that's pretty much it

so Mikey learns a lot of things from the internet and A LOT OF IT IS NOT CORRECT this will drive Donnie crazy later

Mikey learned about Lou Jitsu from stumbling across some old dvds someone threw out and got interested that way

he spends a lot of his time making art in the junkyard when he's not working for Repo

Dr. Delicate Touch still comes out when he is helping Repo

Repo doesn't get mutated until the time he does in canon but when he does get mutated he's just kinda like "shrug" and moves on with life lol

Mikey thinks it's cool though

also Mikey is a little greasy gremlin child 100% of the time, this will also drive Donnie crazy later

DONNIE

initially I thought April's dad would be out of the picture for whatever reason but I decided he's still here he just works overseas/out of town a lot

when April brought Donnie to Mama O'Neil she called Papa O'Neil like "hey I found a baby and I'm keeping him"

Papa was like ????? so she took a pic with a digital camera and uploaded it and sent it to him because that's what we did in 2005

Papa like that is a wholeass frog

she explained the situation and he was like OKAY GUESS WE HAVE A GREEN SON NOW he was chill with it though

they committed light identity fraud so technically Donnie has a birth certificate and is enrolled in online school

Donnie still invents but he doesn't have the space for it like in canon and also Mama will come after him if he sets anything on fire or explodes anything so a lot of his stuff is smaller atm, but he's been scoping out places he can use as a lab in secret for bigger projects recently

he's also a twitch streamer who uses a video filter over video of his own face to make his movements look more stiff and plasticy and he passes himself off as a vtuber this way

he cheats a lot

April also streams and she gets annoyed by this lol

they both became fans of Lou Jitsu when they were younger and they often traded conspiracy theories about what happened to him

then after binging one or two true crime podcasts they were like HEY WE CAN DO THAT TOO

RAPH

Splinter really is trying his best ok

he's SUPER DEPRESSED that he lost the other kids, especially Donnie and Mikey because like Leo getting lost in the lab explosion is one thing, realistically he can't really help that, but he left the kids alone when he lost Donnie and Mikey and that haunts him forever

he told Raph he was the only one who survived the lab explosion but Raph has very very vague memories of not being alone, then suddenly being alone

he doesn't push it with Splinter but he just has a feeling his siblings are out there

even if he doesn't remember it, this had a bad effect on him and he has a hard time being alone now

of course as Raph's gotten old enough to take care of himself, Splinter has become more distant/more depressed, he loves Raph of course but he's also going through it

Raph trains himself a lot with this idea that he's going to go out and be a hero and maybe even find his brothers, but his anxiety makes it hard for him to actually leave the lair for more than to get groceries or things like that

also Splinter and Raph's lair is like way more dilapidated and not very cozy with no Donnie to help with the mechanical side of things

it's like the most bummer bachelor pad ever in here, they have a mini fridge and it's full of sauces

Raph occasionally gets seen by maintenance workers from a distance so there's all kinds of rumors about him and he's the local cryptid, not that he realizes this (the others will be excited when they put this together)

Raph is just really lonely all the time and when he meets the others through the podcast it's the first time he finds community ;w;

#writer ask game #I'm not making up fic tags for these yet either lol #mainly because I don't know for sure what to call them

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radioactivepeasant · 10 months

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Fic Prompts: Snippet Monday

Some weeks ago, @sparguscityangel and I were discussing the world map in Jak 2, and it occurred to me that at least one character refers to the northeastern area of the main continent as The Wasteland as well as the island to the west. And in the Jak and Daxter franchise, plot holes are just writer worldbuilding opportunities. So we started tossing around the idea of there being two or three separate communities of Wastelanders, all in different environments, because "wasteland" doesn't automatically mean "desert". And we thought "maybe they're all loosely affiliated and the leaders of the clans meet up every once in a while". For context, my idea of the other clans was Longstump Clan, down where the swamp used to be in TPL, and Foothills Clan, which lives around what used to be the Spider Caves and the base of Snowy Mountain. All this then got incorporated into Adopted Dadmas au with a pinch of Spy Tess. (That bit comes tomorrow)

"Fine young gun you've got there, Wolf."

The chief of the Longstump settlement took a drag on his intricately carved pipe and nodded to where Jak was climbing up one of the old pillars to watch for Marauder activity below. The old man snorted as the boy turned an unnecessarily elaborate flip to make it to the top.

"What is he now, eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Sixteen, by count of his last physical," Damas answered, sparing the boy a glance. A faint smile tugged at his cheek. "Sixteen, impudent, and always climbing, that one."

Sal puffed out a smoky chuckle. "No wonder the Foothills band likes him."

He leaned back and shook out the soft hide vest and tunic common to the inland Wastelanders, rattling with wooden beads and Precursor metal. His hands were wrinkled, and his face creased; Sal was old enough to be Damas’s father, but his hair was the same deep teak it was in his youth, tied back in neat plaits.

"At the rate he's going, he'll have no trouble when it's time for his Proving," Sal observed.

"Hm."

The Proving. That was what the Wastelanders of Longstump called the trials to usher newcomers into their ranks: a three day test of strength against metalheads in the basin, with an amulet awarded for each day survived.

The Foothill Wastelanders called their test Running the Spire. Young warriors or outsiders wishing to join had to race up a dangerous trail on the border of the Marauder homelands, without being caught by Marauders or dangerous wildlife, and infiltrate Snowy Mountain to bring back a piece of Marauder armor.

By comparison, the Arena was a far more controlled environment, with more rules. There was a strange irony in that.

Damas couldn't have said why the swell of pride he felt was so overwhelmingly strong, but he didn't bother to hide it.

"Jak has already passed the first two trials of his Proving," he corrected the Longstump chief with a full smile.

"I predict that before winter, he will join the warriors' councils as an equal."

Sal took another puff of his pipe and shook his head in wonder. "Two amulets and he's sixteen. Shee-oo! You dune-wolves don't do anything by halves, do you? You must be so proud."

Damas looked up. "I am," he murmured, smiling.

From the top of the pillar, Jak seemed to feel his stare. He looked down and made a questioning face. Damas snorted and signed up at him, "No moncaw-business! I'm not stealing light eco from the temple if you fall down and break both your arms!"

Sal laughed out loud beside him. "Ah! I remember telling my daughters that all the time!"

Yvelle, matriarch of the Foothills Clan finally looked up from the trade agreements the three had been exchanging. "Sometimes you just have to let them learn the hard way," she offered.

Damas made a face. "Can't. He convinced an Oracle in Haven city to teach him how to battle-shift -- like the Sages used to in the history books -- and now half the time he just regenerates whatever damage he's done to himself. I tell you, if my hair wasn't already white..."

"Your boy is a War Sage?" Sal sputtered, choking on smoke.

Yvelle's eyes glittered with interest. "No wonder he's half done with his Proving already. Hey, if you need a break, just send him up to the Caves. We'll tire him out."

"In your dreams, Yvelle," Damas scoffed. "Get your own kid: Jak's mine!"

"Worth a shot," the woman joked. "But seriously, my Lurker Wastelanders are asking about taking back their ancestral city in Frosthold. Loooooot of Marauders up there. We could use a War Sage."

Damas leaned back and searched the sky for a moment before his eyes landed on the Day-Star. He frowned. "Let's deal with subverting the apocalypse first. Then we'll see how far I'm willing to let my boy travel unaccompanied."

Of course, Jak would likely have all three amulets by then, and thus be considered old enough to go where he wanted. But Damas wasn't fond of the idea. He'd lost one son, why tempt fate by letting another wander far from home without supervision?

#jak and daxter #fic prompts #writing prompts #snippet monday #adopted dadmas #wastelander ocs #jak and daxter ocs #Sal has four daughters in their twenties and thirties and he's very well versed in Teen Wastelander Nonsense #Yvelle has no children because she'd rather be Bad Influence Auntie to everyone #dadmas #king damas #damas has only recently adopted jak but he's absolutely going to make his peers think he raised jak from childhood #jak plays along because he's never had a dad before and he's loving it #part two to follow tuesday #during the whole meeting dax is having the time of his life ruling the cook tent with an iron fist #spot the Horizon Zero Dawn reference 😉#the Longstump and Foothills Wastelanders have elements loosely inspired by the HZD Nora and Banuk #adopted dadmas au

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strwbwoo · 1 year

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| attached; vamp!jun x reader \__________________

cw: vamp!jun, mean jun, pet names, suggestive, fluff, 4.5k words

ready for the most mind blowing one night stand you were about to have, “can i bite you?” leaving you chest wet and branded with darker red hickeys, displaying confusion on your face he elaborates, “..like a vampire” looking away from you for a second, almost embarrassed “a roleplay?” you question. “sure” he sounded hesitant but you didnt care, you were quite needy in the moment. quickly nodding.

“ready pretty girl?” silky velvet eyes looking up at you while peppering sweet kisses on your baby smooth skin, “mhmm” humming as an affirmative but it came out so whiney and impatient, which was true. with that a sharp pain grows in your neck, his teeth. you start to get weaker but it’s intoxicating, addicting, succumbing to something truly sweet inside..

☆

waking up in his bed was not your intention, you went through a process of leaving dead of night while the poor guy was snoring right by you in hopes to wake up next to you and maybe another date but you opposed that idea everytime. you dont like getting attached.

your shirt was big… your shirt was big? it was a soft graphic tee, but it was definitely not yours. looking around, the other side of the bed was messy and empty but the curtains were open, sun giving light to the room and a perfect view of the mountains. a growing smell catching your attention. getting up only to fall back down, good sex but you can’t remember..?

getting out the bedroom was a struggle but as soon as the door opens the voice of such a cunning man fills the room, “some one slept well” taking a seat at the dining table, giving him a small, quiet hum; good sex makes you tired. you find the source of the smell, “breakfast” he states. finding your oh so delicious meal not so pleasing paired witht the thoughts flooding your head as of now..

“what?” you were caught off guard “hm?” looking dead into your eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not with that smirk and death glare; not a common combination. “how did we-“ its hard to remember when youre bit by a vampire, but how would you know? “what did we… did we do it..?” but he went with it, “ofcourse we did, yk how loud you were?” clearing his throat, “fu- uck! more, more, more! mmm’ so good!” mocking your moans all while contorting his face to further mock you and rightfully so recieving a grimacing look, “you were saying my name like a mantra” chuckling and teasing, “your name…” some how you cant even remember that, “my name” nodding to you, pondering, “jun?” “good job sweet heart” praising you the first time this morning

☆

“i- uh implants..” “implants.?” you question. he nods while avoiding eye contact with a not so cocky attitude now “for a kink?” his teeth and the bite in general gave you such a euphoric sensation so you werent mad about those implants but you werent going to admit it

realizing the time, jus past noon, “fuck” catching juns attention, “what is it darling?” that petname made you want to gush but this wasnt the right time, “i think i better it going” converting the attention to the 3 big numbers on your lockscreen. scrambling to collect all of your stuff; jun right behind you now chuckling, “i dont mind if you stayed” leaning against the door frame with that charming smirk that would get you wild if you were still a freshman in college. but this year your graduating. but still it was like you were on pause, clarifying what he meant, “i have nothing to do i mean” in response, “ohhh” with a complimentary nod

jus the creeping thought of accepting his offer you know youve gone too deep, you needed to get out of this love trap immediately, “id like that” you were getting attached. his smile contagious and your cheeks reddish pink as if you were actually sick.

☆

while spending the afternoon with him you noticed some of his habits hes very well kepts his nails clean, bare but the shine on his nail tell you hes gotten a manicure recently. he doesnt bite the inside of his cheek nor leaving his lips chapped but maybe it wasnt jus noticing one of his habits per se..

less intoxicated than the previous night sharing a bottle of red wine, ended up on his kitchen counter, not realizing his body practically caging you against whatever surface until now, your giggles die down when you notice this.. situation; he was defined. his sultry yet at time course voice helped or maybe it was his vinyls of this certain genre that helped the mood..

“yk you like this” flickering his eyes back up to your doe like eyes but only to be captivatedby your lips again “what? getting attached?” his lips look soft, plump and pink; did he put his chapstick on again? “me”

#kpop #seventeen #caratwritersclub #svt jun #wen junhui #jun fluff #moon junhui #seventeen jun #seventeen smut #jun smut #junuary #seventeen fluff #svt fic #svt fanfic

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Title: Pillow Talk

Summary: Steven and Connie discuss whether or not their future will involve children.

A new short story/one-shot! I've been meaning to write this one for years now lmao. It's the second-longest short in my Jam Buds and So On collection.

If you hate external links, the short can also be found below the cut:

On the second floor of a bed and breakfast, in a near pitch-black room, two young adults laid motionless, disheveled on a too-small, full-size bed. Not a sound could be heard but the faint snoring of their large, pink-furred friend, who had, much to the pair’s apprehension, insisted upon sleeping in the same room as them.

“Would you ever want kids?” a hoarse, male voice abruptly cut through the silence.

His girlfriend, wide-eyed, glanced his way; she could barely make out his features amidst the darkness. “Where’s this coming from?” she spoke softly, nonjudgmentally, hands clasped over her own, bare chest.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess it just seemed kinda, uh…”—he pursed his lips—“relevant…”

“Huh? What do you …?” she trailed off, eyebrows knitting. “Oh… ohhhh…” She slapped a sweaty palm to her forehead. ”Duh.”

He snickered, playfully brushing a foot against hers beneath the covers. “So… have you ever thought about it, Connie?”

“M-maybe… I, uh …” She searched every crevice of her mind for a clear answer; time and time again, she came up completely empty. Truthfully, she had not been expecting the conversation for another few years at least. She should’ve been more prepared, she should’ve expected this. It’s Steven, after all. “Have, uh, you ever thought about it?” Of course he has!

“Y-yes… a lot, actually,” he murmured with a slight titter. Setting his eyes upon the ceiling, he elaborated, “I have almost every day for the last few years…”

“Hm…” Connie hummed. She felt her cheeks, her everything, redden; how could she not have seen this coming? “Why’s that, biscuit?”

He paused briefly, concentrating on the vague shape of the steadily spinning ceiling fan. “Well, it’s just… being on the road, I guess,” he shrugged. “It’s given me a lot of time to think about this stuff, about my future…”—he rolled over and desperately, intimately met her eyes—“about our future.”

“Y-yeah?” Connie acknowledged shakily, anxiously… excitedly? She bit her lip with anticipation.

“And, well…” he continued, “it feels like everywhere I go, I see nothing but families. Happy families. Normal families…” he stressed, “two parents ‘n’ all. It makes me think about all the stuff I missed out on as a kid… Like, what kinda person would I be today if I’d just had a normal, human family? If my mom hadn’t secretly been alien royalty?” he tearfully chuckled. “Sure, I wouldn’t be myself, but… well, that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it, y’know?”

“Oh, Steven…” she cooed as she placed a warm, tender hand upon his bare shoulder.

He placed a mellow hand atop hers. “But, uh, anyway, I guess all that is just my long way of saying… some day, Connie, I… I want to start a family with you. I-I’ve never been so sure about something in my entire life." He began running his free hand through her greasy, tangled hair. “Me and you— er, you and I,” he corrected himself, “we could be such amazing parents. Y-you could teach our kids all sorts of interesting stuff, a-and I could heal their wounds if they ever got hurt!” He felt his cheeks flush as a broad grin made its way to his lips. “A-and—best part—they wouldn’t have any magical destinies!” he chuckled. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. “They could live completely normal lives. They’d go to school, have friends their age, a-and at least one of us would always be there to cook meals for them!”

Connie felt her mouth fall ever-so-slightly agape as her pupils dilated. She had no idea how she was meant to feel; this was all so new to her. The way her boyfriend described it, the prospect of parenthood sounded so exciting. But… it also sounded like endless responsibility, something which became harder and ever-so-harder to think about as her upcoming exams slipped into her thoughts.

She supposed she had always been open to the idea of having children; she never would’ve even considered dating Steven had she not been. The very idea, though, of bringing new life into the world, of being wholly responsible for said life, had always seemed like a major commitment to her, one which she could never consider lightly.

“And, if you wanted, we could even adopt!” Steven energetically added. “I know a whole lot of people hate the idea of pregnancy; I would never put you through it if you didn’t want me to—well, if I’d even be able to put you through it, biologically ‘n’ all.” His forehead puckered, despite his best efforts to hide his restlessness. “I-I could get that tested, though: I’ve researched it! I’d just have to mail a few samples to a lab and …” he trailed off before shaking away his train of thought. “I, uh, think you get it,” he chuckled breathily, sweatily. He then pulled away from his girlfriend, maintaining eye contact as best as he possibly could. “So, uhm… w-what do you say, Connie? B-be honest with me, please.”

‘Wait for that special someone before you have kids,’ her mom would always tell her, coincidentally starting around the same time she met Steven. She had come around to him over the years, though, even going so far as to make him an ‘honorary member' of the Maheswaran family.

What her mom, what anybody else, thought, though, simply didn’t matter right now. She had to make this decision for herself, and she already knew what her heart of hearts wanted her to say…

As his girlfriend’s silence crept upon two minutes long, Steven felt the last remnants of his smile fall. “Y-you know what,” he muttered, eyebrows lowered, “j-just forget about it. We can talk about it some other time.” It took every ounce of his will to prevent his skin from glowing. “I-I’m really sorr—”

“After I get my bachelor’s at Jayhawk,” Connie abruptly interrupted, “a stable job, a house… and maybe with some help from your dad and my parents…” she diligently laid out, “then… well…” she giggled through a dimpled smile, “there should be some room in the agenda.”

Steven felt his entire body suddenly light up with emotion. His breathing hastened tenfold as he felt himself start bouncing up and down on the mattress. Grabbing his girlfriend’s shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes, he near-shouted “C-Connie, is that a 'yes'!?”

#steven universe #connverse #connie maheswaran #fanfiction #su #steven quartz universe #steven x connie #connie x steven #su fanfiction

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Ooooh i would LOVE to hear your hot takes about the back half of season 2 and how they could have dealt with Jamie's history of abuse differently. I'm really hoping they show in season 3 that it's either been festering under the surface or that at least Jamie and Roy addressed things off screen. And of course I really need a Ted/Jamie conversation in season 3 about their father issues (and also why Jamie has featured in Ted's panic attacks) (call him your son to his face Ted so I can sob)

heyyyy i would be THRILLED to elaborate on that cause MAN is it something i think about a lot. i'm hoping they return to it in season 3 as well, especially in the ways you mentioned. like. my hat for that, i'd die.

anyways as to specific things that i think could've gone differently in the tail end of s2, i have some general thoughts and one very specific minor thread that i feel Very Strongly should've been approached differently. i'll put this under a cut bc it might get a bit long and i should be pre-emptively planning for that by now XD

(edit: i was right. it's enormous. i am both sorry and not at all sorry. i have one million thoughts and it turns out "narrative arcs related to abuse" and "jamie tartt in that context, specifically" are like, my activation concepts. who'd have guessed.)

alright. so. generally like....... i really wish that literally anyone had addressed what happened at all. like, as soon as the scene cut away from the scene in the locker room in 2x08, it was like that never happened. like we did get the scene of ted talking to sharon, and then beard leaving after that, and those were great scenes! but i found it really strange that jamie didn't come up there Once. like, once the shot cut from him and roy in the locker room, it may as well not have happened.

and i know i'm biased and would've liked to see that yknow, Dug Into, but even from the most 'we just don't have room in the season' standpoint, it would've taken what, six seconds? to have some throwaway exchange as beard is leaving at the end along the lines of "oh, also, jamie doing okay?" "ehhh. unclear. he's on the bus, the guys have him." or something. someone takes a moment to stop and check on him. tell him they're there if he needs anything. it could be anyone, it could have happened at any point after 2x08, but it quite literally is never discussed, mentioned, or referenced again, which seems....... like. idk. that was an enormously significant and enormously traumatic thing to have happen. you have a huge, horrible loss and then your teammate/player/friend's father shows up and you learn 1. his father is abusive, and 2. his father is now actively abusing him a couple of feet away from you, leading him to 3. need to punch his father in self-defense. and it simply never comes up again. i? hm.

and then in specific. the character that really strikes me here, the one that scene was maybe more significant and like......... perspective? shifting for? than anyone else aside from jamie and arguably ted is roy. and i think there's a specific Thing with roy that there was a massive missed opportunity on, vis a vis how things had to have been different for him regarding jamie after he saw that happened, after he stepped in to handle the fallout. i think roy not having to contend with what he saw, what he did there, at all is a missed opportunity overall, especially after he was such an instrumental part of that episode's build-up and boil-over, but there's a particular piece that gets stuck in my craw, to the extent that i may at some point be forced to write a 'what if' about it:

roy's reaction to the news that jamie told keeley he loved her should not have played out like that.

like. okay. hear me out on this one.

(putting that whole... thing. aside for the moment, about which i will only say: that was the most aromantic "love confession" i have ever seen in my life gd bless.)

all things considered the way they resolved the whole like. almost-but-thank-fuck-not a love triangle thing (season 3 do not fuck me on this one) with jamie being like yeah that was my b i'm sorry and roy being pissed but dropping it and forgiving him was like...... that went better than i ever would've hoped it would. but still there's a whole thing where- okay. it was mostly a joke, because this is still a comedy, and comedies do be like that. HOWEVER.

the whole.... exaggerated violence thing around the way that interaction went, "yeah you better talk first cause i'm gonna knock your teeth in and you're gonna need them for the talking bit," and then he tells keeley and she's like oh my gd did you punch him. did you kill him. and then he tells the diamond dogsTM and they're like And He's Still Alive?

i just.... i don't think that roy could've stomached saying something like that to jamie after what he saw happen in that locker room. i don't think he could've watched jamie's abusive father push him around and mock him to the point that he had to defend himself like that, and then held jamie while he had a full-on sobbing breakdown about it, and then like. turned around and threatened him like that not that long after especially with the way jamie is behaving in that interaction in the boots room. (like. he's scared. i don't think i'm reading too much into his behaviour in the scene where he apologizes to roy when i say that He Is Afraid, In That Scene.) i think once he saw that, no matter how mad he was that would've stopped him dead.

i think what would have played way better is if he'd maybe been Going to launch into that and then got into that room and saw the way jamie was standing and Not Looking At Him (seriously he is allergic to eye contact at all times but it's like. the extent to which he won't look at roy in that scene is Extreme) and completely lost the will to say any of it. so jamie gets through his apology and roy yells fuck and it's sort of the same but also for different reasons this time. and then he gets home and talks to keeley, and that goes pretty much the same. he's maybe more reserved, more serious during that bit.

and then we get to the bit with the other coaches and higgins, right. and there's that response again- and he's still alive??? and roy snaps. because why do people keep fucking SAYING that? what kind of a person do they think he is? why the fuck are you people implying i'd have- have fucking done something to him over this?

(which, obviously they did not mean this seriously. they were kidding. keeley and them were all obviously Kidding in these interactions.)

which is a pretty alarming reaction, like whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, rewind, what gives, that was a joke.

and he calms down and is like yeah i know i'm just. i don't want to be the kind of person people make that sort of joke about. (not when i stood in that room with jamie and knew he thought i was probably about to do something to him and he was not joking.) just like. some kind of buildup, buildup, payoff to the way that i don't think roy could've walked out of the locker room at wembley and had things just.... go back to being the same between him and jamie. go back to interacting with him the same way all the time, just. that scene was huge, especially for the two of them, and we have no idea how that affected them. none.

like. this is not in the past, is what i keep coming back to. and roy knows that. this is not Jamie Had An Abusive Father, which would have its own impact for damn sure. this is jamie's father is abusive and is actively still abusing him in the present tense, in fact did so right in front of my face the other day. and just. man. yeah.

anyways. this has been one million words long. i still think it went way better than i could've hoped. it went better than pretty much almost any other show would've done it. the 'i forgave him' thing was huge for roy. but still.

this would've acknowledged what happened, and done, i think, a great service to roy's continuing character arc. like, jamie was a shithead and he sucked in season 1 but roy was equally culpable for those two's specific uh..... rocky dynamic. that conflict DID escalate to violence a few times! not particularly seriously, just some shoving, but it did. and roy has this whole Thing where he's wrestling with leadership and responsibility and influence, wrestling with people looking to him and counting on him and "it has to be me. it can't be anyone else." (we want nothing from you that you do without grace. or without understanding.) the What Could've Been here haunts me. HAUNTS me, i'm telling you. one day i might have to write it just to exorcise that ghost.

#gav gab #gav answers #IM SO SORRY. THIS IS SO LONG. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.#and ive been like THINKING ABT THIS SPECIFICALLY since i saw the episode #abuse cw

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hey i was wondering if you were open to writing fics about coming out as a trans girl? I can never find any fanfics for trans girls + I really need support right now because of irl stuff TT. If you are okay with making some then could you preferably use kanata, tsumugi, arashi, or tsukasa? Thank you for your time!

Coming Out

w/ Kanata Shinkai, Tsumugi Aoba, Arashi Narukami, & Tsukasa Suou x TransFem!Reader

im not transfem myself, so i really hope i did this justice 🫰 i made the reader not have any form of surgery yet, so i hope that's fine

Warnings: Some slight mentions of body dysmorphia. I tried my best to keep it wholesome and fluffy and strayed away from anything potentially triggering. There's still some tiny instances of anxiety before the coming out moments, so tread with caution.

Kanata Shinkai

✩ Kanata doesn't really know much about the "surface" much less about the customs of the humans that reside in it.

✩ So you're probably gonna have to explain it to him as directly and honestly as you can. Thankfully, Kanata has always been open-minded and he sort of just understands what you mean once you elaborate.

✩ It'll probably be easier once he realizes that there are lots of fishes in the ocean that can change their sex. Of course it's not that simple for humans, but a point of reference helps him alot!

✩ Once he realizes that, Kanata notices that he knows that feeling quite well, spending a good majority of his life living as something he was not. Now, striving to change and become something he wanted to be rather than what he was assigned.

✩ I feel like when you finally decide to tell Kanata, you wouldn't even be that nervous? His general carefree nature kind of just makes it easy to approach him with these kinds of things.

✩ It probably wouldn't even be a planned event, just the two of you hanging out near a body of water, of course with Kanata doing his usual puka puka-ing.

"it is nice that we get to spend time together again, (y/n). it has been quite a while since we last 'conversed'. hehe." Kanata would say in his usual light, airy, voice. "still, it seems that... you've been having some 'trouble' recently. would you like to come and puka puka with me?"

Whether you choose to join him or not, he'd probably just give you the same cute dopey smile that makes you feel like he'll always have your back no matter what. You've been friends for long enough, and he seems like the type to not judge you for it, right?

"Kanata. Can I tell you something?" The man in question tilts his head slightly, but nods and encourages you to continue. "I'm..." It was harder to say than you expected. Sure Kanata has always been accepting and kind, but it's still a bit scary. "I'm actually, uh, how do I say this?"

Kanata kept quiet, somehow just knowing that interrupting you was not the right course of action. When your eyes met his, it somehow felt like you were filled with courage. Kanata was a hero, after all, he would never abandon someone in need.

Maybe posing it as a question would be easier, you thought. "Kanata, what do you think I am?" His face scrunches up a bit in thought and you worry that the question might have been too complicated for him.

"i think that... you are a 'good friend'... why do you ask?" Yep, definitely should have phrased that better.

"Kanata, have you ever felt like I was hiding something from you?" A few more moments of silence as he dwells on your question.

"we all have things that we do not 'share' with others. so even if you did, i would not mind. blue flames are the mark of 'mystery' after all~"

Hm, fair enough, you think. "Then, Kanata, would I still be a good friend if I revealed one of my secrets to you?" He nods again, the water rippling at his actions. "I'm a girl."

His eyes would probably go wide at that, seeing as this was a pretty big revelation. Still though, something wasn't adding up in Kanata's mind; as far as he knew, you seemed to have the same parts as him, not that he ever checked.

He'd refrain from saying that, somehow feeling that it was most definitely not the right thing to say. "i am sorry. i do not think i understand." He'd pout, feeling bad that he couldn't even understand something important you chose to confide with him.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, that reaction was certainly better than a myriad of worse options. "Hmm... It's kind of like how anemone fishes can go from male to female."

Kanata would like to say it was like a lightbulb lit up in his head, but it still wasn't that clear to him. "why... would you do that? unlike the 'fishes' you don't need to become a girl because all the girl fishes disappeared...?"

"That's exactly it. I'm not a girl because I have to be, but because I want to be. I want to be... No, I am a girl because it's what makes me happy."

It'd click for Kanata at that moment, just like how he desires to be a normal human living on the surface, you too just want to live life as a girl. He kind of felt stupid for not understanding such a simple concept in hindsight.

Though Kanata still doesn't really understand the how or why you became a girl, he's content with this for now. Getting up from his spot before giving you a hug, and you couldn't even find it in yourself to complain that you were getting wet.

"i still do not fully understand. but thank you for telling me. nothing will change between us... you are still you, after all." Kanata knew just how it felt being ostracized for who you were, and he doesn't want you or anyone else to ever have to bear that cross. This is why he swore to be a hero, after all.

Tsumugi Aoba

✩ Tsumugi is a smart guy, he'd probably know you were trans before you did.

✩ He'd always listen to your complaints about how much you didn't like your body and the stuff about it you'd love to change. He was just a tad bit faster at connecting those dots for you.

✩ Though he'd still wait before you yourself approach him, knowing that if he meddled beforehand it could only make things worse for you.

✩ So, he'd probably spend a good time researching on how to properly help you out, so that he'd know what to say and do if the moment ever comes.

✩ Tsumugi was just relaxing in the library one day, when he suddenly saw you burst through the door and run up towards him, your eyes sparkling.

"Tsumugi! I've made a great discovery!" You shout out in excitement, before Tsumugi shushes you and you're reminded of where you were. "Oops, sorry. Anyway, I've recently figured it out!" You whisper-shouted, still finding it hard to contain your excitement. "I'm gonna be a girl!"

Only after saying it did you realize what exactly it was you were doing. Sure, Tsumugi was nice and all, and he always listened to your complaints; but maybe he wouldn't accept you like this?

Your worries were quickly dispelled however when Tsumugi closed the book he was reading before lightly clapping, loud enough for only the two of you to hear. "Congratulations~ I'm really happy you trusted me enough to tell me this."

His words didn't seem to betray his expectations, Tsumugi genuinely seemed happy that you were able to come to this conclusion and tell him about it. "So, what's on the agenda?"

You realize that he was probably talking about all the things you used to hate about yourself. Back then, you could never understand why you wanted to change so bad, and that lack of understanding made you afraid of trying to change. Now though? You can finally put an end to all those things and then some!

"I guess my name comes first? I've always thought (Y/N) was pretty good, what do you think?" Compared to other things, changing the name you were called seemed relatively easy, not to mention costing nothing in money and effort.

"Oh, that's a great name, (Y/N)~ It really suits you~" Tsumugi picks up the new name pretty easily, partly because he didn't want to disappoint you and partly because he was just a smart and flexible person like that. "I'm not sure what kind of style you want to wear, but I'd love to join you shop if we're both free~"

✩ After that is just some insane amount of spoiling from Tsumugi. He'd follow you around to whatever shops you wanted to look at, and would just shower you with compliments.

✩ He looked up some good salons and such beforehand, so he took this time to inform you of them. Even if you're the type to not actually want to change much about how you look, he wouldn't consider his research to be a waste at all, since your happiness is what matters to him right now.

✩ Tsumugi would also answer any questions you had when it comes to legal documents, operations, and such. Even helping you out wherever he can. He studied all of this stuff for your sake after all, so he's glad that one of his skills is being put into good use.

✩ He really is, just that chill of a guy. He wouldn't ask you for your reasons or anything like that at all. He understands that that sort of information is on a need-to-know basis, and he's fine if you don't deem that knowledge as necessary to share.

✩ Either way, whether you accept all his help and tell him everything, or you just mention it in passing and go about your day. Tsumugi will be happy, how could he not be? You're an important person to him, and your happiness is his happiness.

Arashi Narukami

✩ Arashi! Queens support their fellow queens! Just like Tsumugi, she'd simply know regardless if you tell her or not, and she'd never force this information out of you.

✩ She knows exactly what you're going through and would love nothing more than to give her aid if you ask for it. Arashi's relationship with her own gender and sexuality is complicated, so she completely understands if you're confused and lost.

✩ Hell, even if she's confident the way she is now, she knows there are still some parts of herself she's yet to discover. Due to her naturally maternal and guiding nature, she'd love to ease the mental burden that this kind of thing has on you.

✩ She knows what it feels like when you want to beat yourself up so badly because you find it so hard to conform and be 'normal'. She knows what it feels like looking in the mirror and seeing a person that isn't you.

✩ Still though, she values your independence and is waiting for your actions. She'd be elated if you were a stronger and wiser person than her, a person that could take all the stuff life throws at them and shrug it off.

✩ Likewise, she'd love nothing more than to support you in these moments. She was only able to become the woman she is today because of all the love and help she received from her wonderful friends, so she'd love to pay back that favor by helping you this time.

✩ She'd always try to hang out with you whenever you two would engage in 'girly' hobbies, because she knows full well how awful it feels to be alone.

It was during one of your regularly scheduled tea parties when Arashi noticed you were acting a bit off. Like you were really nervous but also somewhat excited. Arashi realized that this was probably the moment.

"Arashi, can I say something?" She could feel her excitement bubble up at that, you looked so cute! Girls are at their prettiest when they're being honest after all.

"Of course you can, dear! Big Sis will always listen to you!" She smothered you in a hug, ignoring your joking pleas as she squeezed you tighter. "Big Sis Arashi is always on your side, okay? Don't forget that."

When Arashi let go, she could practically see the nerves dissolve from your face, and she's just so glad that she was able to create such a safe environment for you.

"Arashi! I wanna be just like you! A strong, yet beautiful and kind woman!" Her heart grew three sizes just hearing that, being a role model for you makes it feel like everything she suffered through was worth it just to see your smile.

"Oho? Being a Big Sis is a pretty hard job, you know?" She ruffled your hair, smiling to herself when she realized that she was able to help you find yourself. "Though if it's you, I'm sure you're more than qualified!"

✩ After that, it's like nothing really changed between you two. She already treated you like her own sister before, but now that she has confirmation, she's definitely just a tad bit more aggressive with her love.

✩ She'd hand you a bunch of her old clothes, and her unused makeup. She'd draft outfits for you and even offer to style your hair some time. Overall, she's just happy. Full of hope that you can be a stronger and more beatiful queen than her one day.

Tsukasa Suou

✩ Tsukasa the silly little gentleman. He was raised in a pretty archaic household and some of his values definitely seem a bit dated, so coming out to him would seem pretty difficult.

✩ Thankfully, his experiences with Arashi have made him a much more open minded person. He still doesn't quite get it, but he does realize that it's his job as a knight to protect the princess, regardless of their circumstances.

✩ So yeah, coming out to him would be easier than you expected. He'd have a bit of trouble adjusting to your new name and pronouns if you decided to change them, but he's doing his best, okay?

✩ You and Tsukasa are good friends though, and you know he'd never treat you badly regardless, so you decided to just come out to him. You trusted him enough, and this would just be another step forward in your friendship, you thought.

"Say, Tsukasa. What do you consider essential to being a proper knight and gentleman?" It was just some idle chatter that you decided to start while the two of you were eating lunch, but Tsukasa, ever the serious man; put down his chopsticks in order to think of a proper reply.

"Well, of course they would have to carry themselves with a certain ELEGANCE. After that is following some basic CHIVALRY. It's a man's honor to protect a PRINCESS, after all."

"So, would Tsukasa protect me~~?" The aforementioned man seemed to be taken aback by the statement, coughing as if his words literally got stuck in his throat.

"Well, I would protect you regardless, seeing as the two of us are very close friends." Geez, he really knows how to play it cool, doesn't he? You didn't dislike that part about him, though.

"Then what if I was a princess?" He coughed again, seemingly caught off guard for a second time.

"As I said before, PRINCESS or not, I would protect you. What kind of KNIGHT would I be otherwise?" Wow, smooth talker. You wonder who taught him that, he could definitely make anyone's heart skip a beat with lines like those.

"Hey, Tsukasa. I've decided I want to be a princess." You made your tone more serious, wanting Tsukasa to know that this part was no jest.

There were a few moments of silence before Tsukasa turned to you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. "Is that so? Then I'm glad to be of service to you, dear PRINCESS."

You couldn't help but smile, you knew that Tsukasa was trying really hard right now. The normally combative and headstrong Tsukasa just accepting your words for what they were was just a sign of his growth.

"Thank you, Tsukasa." You could see his eyes soften at your words, a smile showing on his face as well. You really were lucky to have a friend like him.

"Of course, my PRINCESS. This KNIGHT shall serve you well until I draw my last breath."

im done!! i really hope i was able to capture the emotions you wanted me to! i do apologize if tsukasa and smoogi seem a bit ooc? i didnt really know what to do in their parts 😔

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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