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ff-cgratins · 2 years

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Sorry for probably a stupid question, but what did Mingsixi do to Peking? I haven't read all the event stories

Ah no worries at all!! Didn’t manage to unlock all of the stories so might be missing a few, but

Tldr: Mingsixi involved Peking in a plan which (to Peking) consisted of greatly personal and important elements even though there was no need to, when he (Mingsixi) had no intention of legitly wholeheartedly helping, and dangled Peking’s goal in front of him, before then snatching it away and betraying his trust without him (Peking) knowing

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In the main story Mingsixi wanted to cause humans to be more reliant on food souls and so came up with a plan to involve

a) a Whole bunch of food souls (so more would be available to save the humans when the plan kicked off and stuff happened)

And also b) the holy master, head honcho of the evil capital (love that that’s actually its name nfbs), the leader of the organisation that kicked off Peking’s whole thing about absolutely tearing it down and stopping them from hurting even more people

In this event, he partnered with the holy church (I hope I got the right name) of whose leader is Chicken Strip Soup, and who’s goal is to yoink the holy master into a body for him to possess

Mingsixi wanted to use the holy master’s body yoinking ceremony to cause humans to need saving by food souls, causing them to rely on them more in the future (his goal) and to do that he called food souls over- including Peking, who’s been hunting said evil capital’s remnants for the past many many many years (why remnants? Because he mostly singlehandedly otherwise blew up and destroyed the evil capital after successfully going undercover in said capital for a while) - for so much so that he’s considered to basically be the most knowledgeable person about the evil capital and holy master around

Due to that, I had a theory at first that he was in fact working with Peking, seeing as how Peking is extremely sharp and hard to play, but alas

Skipping a bit forward though, Mingsixi gave the information about the plan for the holy master to have a body yoinking ceremony during the divine lord succession ceremony to Peking, and had him led about to set up safeguards against worser outcomes, which valid, if somewhat foolish! Peking singlehandedly destroyed a city! He might have been trying to get on his good graces, or it might probably have been poor writing for this event, but there wasn’t an extremely great reason why Peking in particular had to be there! Mingsixi might not have known that Peking would roll in with a gang for more food souls, and it might have been too high risk! (Might be in a story I didn’t get, in which case my bad, but if not then alas)

This, plus the event having to star more of Laxiji as one of the main food souls had the unfortunate result of event writing that could be improved and also or leading to ooc Peking and Mingsixi seeming to quite effortlessly play Peking and him not realising even after stuff happened later, which is one of two main things I feel which did Peking dirty (though much of it can be attributed to characterisation and event story limitations)

The other thing I feel did Peking dirty is Mingsixi dangling Peking’s goal of catching the holy master in front of him and then snatching it away. This I feel can be split again into bad writing/not enough event story time and in-universe character happenings though for this the latter is probably more applicable, so!

After Mingsixi’s causing chaos for food souls to save humans plan kicked off, the divine lord booked it in the chaos and Peking gave chase after him! Mingsixi prior to this was by the holy master’s side (or at least the body before it got yoinked, F my mans divine lord white tiger x’)) and also in the know of what Peking would be up to (was working with Peking to help him infiltrate the holy church) and as such likely knew at least that he would likely be there at the ceremony and also be there to see the holy master, Peking’s enemy #1, mess shit up

After Peking chased after the holy master, some stuff happened that’s not currently relevant but interesting nonetheless and the holy master injured Peking and left, leaving Peking very injured and unable to follow at which point the guy himself (Mingsixi) appeared!

Mingsixi then promised a very desperate and low-key pleading Peking to go after the divine lord and prevent his escape while lamb spine hotpot watched over him and took off

And then in the next scene dropped the act entirely, worked with Chicken Strip Soup to help the holy master escape, gave tips on how to find a better host body, vexed Chicken Strip Soup, and thanked and got them to do tasks for him, while not once mentioning anything about Peking, still a bleeding mess back over yonder

Which can be summed up as Mingsixi purposely letting Peking go ahead after the holy master despite not having to have him be there for this event at all, and then snatching and throwing to the wind again the goal he’s been grinding for since his backstory all those years ago

Which. Hm. While good for him, was personally not a fan of! (Great characterisation though!!)

(But also Peking now knows what the holy master looks like (he didn’t have a body before) so also win for him! He deserves it I think)

(A personal theory is that he wanted to seem more trustworthy to Peking to get on his good side by letting him see his goal in front of him (ultimately underestimating him and his abilities) but that’s another thing entirely, so while very good for Mingsixi, sucked greatly for Peking and the rest of the villa co, rip)

(Extra stuff: Mingsixi and Peking worked together for long enough that they were comfortable poking fun at each other, seen in Peking joking about laxiji not falling for his words by the gate and Mingsixi getting Peking clothes and laughing when telling him about it, which with what happens later extra ouch aha, though I do think Mingsixi does care for Peking still on some level, just not at the point where he’s more important than using him for his goals)

#this got a bit long again ahhda #thanks for the ask!!#ff asks #enjoyed the event but wish there was more time for more consistent/less ooc moments and better writing #fun times though!!#also I do think Mingsixi didn’t want Peking to get offed #they seemed to get along and not once did he mention accepted casualties being the food souls he involved #just a difference in priorities I think #real good character love that for him #unfortunately man my boy Peking got done dirty #this is long enough already but it’s be cool if it led to Peking looking into this and figuring Mingsixi out #would suck to have someone he somewhat trusted do this to him but alas #this might be all over the place rip #love me some morally grey dudes #thanks again for the question!!#got to think about a buncha stuff #like once Peking was involved there wasn’t any preventing him from watching the ceremony huh #that’s where the holy master was going to be #he wouldn’t have missed it for much else I think #also Peking’s characterisation was wonky in some places but in others?#*chefs kiss*#he’d say something with his established characterisation #and I’d go !!!!!! thats my boy #what a guy though Mingsixi (affectionate/derogatory)#appreciation for him has grown once more #peking beloved #too #wow this long whoops #ff thoughts

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theunconcernedembalmer · 3 years

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(Music Master Aesop) Can I blow my nose into your jabot? :)

That’s disgusting.

#aesop carl #identity v #identity v embalmer #identity v the embalmer #identity v ask blog #550 skin event #550 event: music master #ill probably use my thinner brush for these replies aha #have i been using them????? for the event?????? idk man #i feel like im choosing my brush size based on mood #if i want more challenge n detail ill get the thinner one. if im tired ill go for the thicker one aha #although my thin brush is. size 30 HAHAHAHA #my thick brush now is size 50. it used to be 80 lahdsjlkfgh #if i do another comic im gonna try experimenting with. thinner brush sizes. maybe size 15 or 10 #i missed doing comics actually. i was looking at some older posts n i might work on the old mersop au with iris joseph #i kinda wanna do some shorter ones before i start on That Modern AU. im gonna call it the gothsop modern au lajhsfljkshfg #i have too many modern aus man #i havent even planned stuff for that lahglsjkhgflkhg #like i know generally some plot points but i have no idea how to resolve them n which direction i should go in #maybe i should just. thumbnail out the opening one first #i say in the middle of an event #god there are so many asks i want to reply n post out but. event stuff jalsdhgljkshgl #especially to all those anons sending me really nice uplifting things. yall have no idea how much it means to me #:pleading face:#also bridge if ur reading this i will!!! get to ur rp soon!!! im so sorry i had to start the event in the middle of the kurt rp kaljhlsjkhg #on hindsight maybe i should have. cleared my drafts before i opened up my ask box for the event #i think i wasnt exactly anticipating that level of interest in my event so it would take like a few days for the asks to come in #but i was wrong n im. sobs. so grateful to everyone who sent something for the event #khsdalljhfklghskf i cant believe i jumped like 3 different topics in my tag rant KJAHDFKLHSDLHAKJH #im gonna stop now but just know i love all of yall. muah. im really very thankful for all of u here on my blog

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 3 years

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just realized i hadn't done lucifer's bday event yet and uuuhhh safe to say i will probably not be getting this bday card lmfao. i figured it would just be the usual "make it to 999 party crackers and we'll call it a day" type of deal but maaannn.. i hardly have the grimm/resources to spend on anything rn (much less on a card i likely won't use) and on top of that they're requiring you to get a crap ton of keys to finish the story? nah, think i'll pass. whatever this new system is with these event stories and fuck ton of keys is, i'm starting to think i'm gonna start calling it a day on some of them, bc the last one had me exhausted enough as it was.. just wanna read some cute/fun event stories lol,,, guess it's time to get back to reading the main story! just finally got to start season two last night, and based off spoilers i remember reading... oh boy, time to strap in for a long ride ahead 💀✌🏻

#my post 📫#aerin.jpg #l'hôtel.obeyme #this card looked so pretty but..... ://#i mean this is what i get for putting the event off but also... yeah just burnt out from how ham i went at the last one #these events one right after the other end up making me pick which ones i care enough about to do or not #there's also a crap ton of stuff going on in genshin rn which is atm my fave/main game so it tends to take priority #i haven't even logged into any of the ikemen series games or ayakashi in like... idk a week or two now?? hhfhfjf #man im so fucking behind its not even funny #but all 3 routes im doing are routes ive already done so since all 3 are repeats atm it feels like quite a lull;;;#OH WAIT FUCK I THINK I HAD BOUGHT THE 14 DAY CRYSTAL THING IN IKEREV AND I PROB DIDN'T CLAIM THE LAST FEW DAYS OF IT hjdjdjdjf bro...fml #now im like thrice as sad and pissed at myself....hdjdjfjf :((#and i missed out on all the login stuff like the gacha coins and other crystals and shit...... oh man am i PISSED now.....#/cries self to sleep ;;;

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unproduciblesmackdown · 4 years

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in all that mh rewatch i right off appreciated how entry 23 (running around in That House: the final journey) was always a standout and continues to be standout so mh gang let’s take a 7 minutes and reexperience it if, like it was for me, it’s Been A While

#that Upper Floor Teleportation man.....like tim said it's good they had some Restraint with that & didnt like add a ton of sfx or smthng lol #like not just the jumping around through Space but looking back down the stairs a few times & it's clearly night...Threatening #also the Audio Echo ''hello''s once it jumps to The Abandoned Location. that is also threatening....there's that moment of Some kind of #audio during the static towards the start of that scene there...and then there's the low played back Hello & right at 6:15 there's like a #distant played back Hello which i imagine is the same audio diff effect.....same as the teleporting around like #well something's going on here and one doesn't like that!!#hilarious jay getting dumped in the Camping Closet though #a truly Fond Memory was the gmx 2011 Mh S1 Live Commentary event taking place in like some random lounge on floor 4 at 8pm or smthing #good bunch of ppl showed up and everyone packs into the room and settles in and darn if we didn't have a mh s1 live commentary #and they were talking about that little setup in that closet and how at one point a roommate or smthing had like actually got up in there #and was just taking a nap but kind of w/ his head slightly out the doorway and for w/e reason they like. just slowly closed the door on him #in there lmfao. but the best part was troy and joseph were Recalling this & apparently tim had never heard that story & he completely #cracked up about it and everyone was just Having A Time.....what an event #anyways. uh little bit of loud/er Volume here & there b/c...static/~distortion~....wouldn't say there's jumpscares but if you're wildly #jumpy in the first place.......c'est mostly c'usc'pense though i guess lmao. let's get Tense and Feel Threatened.....#this entry fucks.....rly love that s3 entry where tim's in the Ol Abandoned Hospital Location in the dead of night trying to Avoid Alex....#and this particular entry Handshakes w/ the classic ''tim and jay go into the basement at alex's old house'' Moment in s3....s3 just got a #ton of bitching Sequences and Moments what with all the like planning / coordination / increased Experience / getting all cinematic often...#but s1 still wildly solid def got those short n sweet entries & the seat of pants Chaos and it's good stuff......#man lmao and i missed that excellent Avoiding The Guy In The Non-Sewers sequence in s3 i wasn't paying Peak Attention at every moment #blame twitch being temperamental af and also me writing while like half listening along lol...seen all these vids multiple times even if it #has been Years since a proper rewatch smh. haha s-mh....

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piggiechi · 4 years

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omg if i wasnt bad enough that i called out at the worst possible time yesterday, today i overslept and i was 4 hours late to work jrbgbdfndbfb

#i woke up thinkin it was 6am and feelin groggy and stuff as usual #i get up to go make my cafesito and then i look at my phone and its 4 hours past when i was supposed to start #and also i had a million missed calls and voicemails from work #it was the worst! i havent done this since around the time i started working about 2 years ago!!#i feel like i totally tanked my reputation as the reliable one omg. i always post up and i only call out like once a year #but this is like the worst succession of events at the worst possible time LMFAO. man i still feel so bad #i also lost those hours like wtf how will i buy a switch now!!! 😭 my weeks just been crazy bro #boop dee boop

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meowdarame · 2 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭?”

pairings: tooru oikawa x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: hectic is an understatement for oikawa’s schedule— it’s not easy being a pro-athlete. and because of the chaos of his daily life, he foolishly forgets to buy you a birthday present. all is doomed until he realizes that he has the perfect present tucked away in his gym shorts. (inspired by a line in the song “birthday sex” by jeremih)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI; oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if there’s anything that i missed!

word count: 2.8k

notes: part of my birth month event, for she’s a jolly good fellow! also this was my first work that was NOT beta-read, so i apologize if it’s a little rough! as always, hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are super appreciated!

special tag: @bxnten BECAUSE I’M DUMB AND DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT CAT MEANT TO TAG HER IN MY STUFF 😭

Only two thoughts cross Oikawa’s mind after a Friday afternoon practice: 1) What fucking day is it again? and 2) Shit, I’m totally screwed.

To say that his schedule is “hectic” would be a drastic understatement. Between grueling early morning and late afternoon volleyball practices and exhausting photoshoots for his sponsorships and brand deals, the pretty setter barely even has time to think to himself. He wakes up just as tired as he was when he went to bed, and this pattern continues through all seven days of the week, all fifty-two weeks of the year. Soon, his days begin to blend together, nearly indistinguishable from one another. If his life were a painter’s palette, the only color that would be visible on it would be a drab shade of brown.

Even then, when the common man would most likely crumble and fold under this intense pressure, the “Great King” Tooru Oikawa overcomes and conquers. It comes as no surprise to anyone that he’s able to keep up with his daily activities, entrusting his day-to-day routine in the hands of the beloved calendar app on his phone. But it’s this same app that stupidly forgot to remind him a week prior to today that this Friday was your birthday— or perhaps it did alert him, but the notification was just buried under a sea of work emails and Instagram comments from his adoring fans. Honestly, who knows?

All he knows is that right now, as he flies down the Argentinian highways and races home, Oikawa feels more like a court jester than he does an honorable member of royalty.

The heavy wooden door of your home slams shut with a loud thud. After tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter, he checks the time on his watch and exhales a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you should still be at work for another hour, which buys him just enough time to figure out a gift. He plops down onto the couch and begins brainstorming potential presents for you, his wife of three years.

But then, he comes to a horrible realization— he has absolutely no idea what you could possibly even want.

He scours every crevice in his mind, replaying conversations with you in high-definition. What about that upscale winery she mentioned to me in passing that one time? That would be a nice dinner date! He thinks to himself. No, it’s too late to make a reservation for tonight. The earliest I’ll probably be able to book a visit will be next month. Ruffling his wavy brown locks in frustration, he continues his mental search.

Lingerie? No, he bought you that for your anniversary last month. New shoes? Your front door already looks like a department store with how many heels and sneakers you have. Jewelry? There’s no way he would be able to go to the jewelers right now and make it back in time before you arrive at home.

Oikawa thinks he’s ran out of options until he remembers how warm your body felt pressed up against his earlier this morning, with the flesh of your ass indiscreetly rubbing against his morning wood. You had begged for him to stay home and skip practice to spend the day with you, insisting that you could call in a sick day at work. When he asked for the reasoning behind your forthright demeanor, you cryptically explained that it was “just a special day” that you wanted to enjoy with him. At the time, your words flew right over his head, but now Oikawa realizes that he’s no better than the other daft men who are terrible at reading women.

But this memory sparks an idea in Oikawa’s stressed out mind, and he shoots up out of his seat and turns over the entire apartment in search of silky red ribbon and sewing scissors.

…

The first thing that you notice when you come home from work is that all of the contents in your storage closet are splayed out on your dinner table. Figuring that it’s the work of your charming (yet sometimes idiotic) husband Tooru, you huff out a sigh and call out for him.

“Tooru?” After a few seconds of prolonged silence, you hear his saccharine voice echo from the hallway.

“In here, sweetheart!”

You follow the sound of rustling and shuffling, assuming that Oikawa is the culprit behind the rowdy noise. Turning the corner to the entrance of your bedroom, you expect to see your husband either moving furniture or folding laundry.

But what you didn’t expect to see is Oikawa’s naked body posed on top of a bed of rose petals, a beautiful bright red ribbon wrapped in a bow around his fully-erect dick.

Your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. “Tooru, what the fuck is all this?” You half giggle, half scoff, your hands gesturing to the scene before you.

“It’s your gift, baby! Happy birthday!” He cheers, enthusiastically throwing his arms up into the air in triumph. “Do you like it?”

“I mean, yes, I-I guess,” you sputter out as a whirlwind of thoughts flies through your bewildered mind. “It’s very thoughtful, honey, but who’s gonna clean this mess up?”

“I will! Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a single thing.” Oikawa races to you in the doorway, grabbing your wrist and quickly dragging you to the edge of the bed. You both sit down, the mattress dipping with the added weight, and your fingers delicately run over his palm, tracing the outline of what feels like a Band-Aid.

“I accidentally scraped my hand on a thorn when I was picking petals from our rose bush outside,” he sheepishly admits, a cute rosy tint adorning his cheekbones in slight embarrassment. It’s adorable that despite being in his late-20s, he’s still as accident prone as he was when you first met him at 18. Lifting his hand to your lips, you press a soft kiss against his skin, and his shoulder muscles relax at the tenderness.

“Thank you, Tooru. This was very sweet of you,” you murmur with his balled-up fist pressed against your cheek.

“Of course. Anything for you, darling,” he whispers, a small smile creeping up on his pink lips.

“Hmm,” you hum to yourself and smile back at him. Your eyes interlock for a brief moment, but then yours begin to wander down his slender neck to his chiseled abs. They come to a full stop at his crotch, drinking in his pretty cock that stands tall and proud against his stomach, resting only a centimeter below his belly button. The silky ribbon is tied in a perfectly-even bow around the base of his shaft, and the red color accentuates the reddish-purplish shade of his tip. Precum already leaks out of his sensitive slit— you assume that he had been pleasuring himself for quite some time before you returned home. And given that he’s still hard as a brick after not touching himself for a few minutes, you can only imagine how turned on he must be right now.

“So,” you murmur in a low, seductive voice. “Is this my gift?” You accentuate your words by swiping your thumb over his slit, spreading a dribble of his precum over his head and eliciting a shudder from your husband. You run your fingertips up and down his shaft, ghosting over his tan skin; you tug on one of the loose ends of the bow and undo it. The ribbon slides down his legs, landing crumpled into a ball on the floor.

“Yes,” he breathes out after regaining some composure. “It is. You can do whatever you want with it.” He shoots his signature devilish smirk at you, but to his surprise, you’re unphased.

“I can do whatever I want with it?” You ask incredulously. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, baby.” Standing up from your seat, you begin removing your work clothes one-by-one, teasing Oikawa and making him lick his lips in anticipation. After a minute of slowly stripping, you stand before him completely nude, and your husband looks like he has stars in his eyes.

“You must be out of your mind if you think that I’m going to work for my birthday gift.”

He tilts his head at you in confusion, but you quickly explain what you mean by lying down on the center of the bed.

“If anything, I think that my gift should be pleasing me on my special day. Don’t you agree, Tooru?”

His smirk is plastered on his face once again, and he crawls his way over to you. “What?” He growls. “You want me to fuck you ‘til you can’t even think, princess?” His arms cage both sides of your legs, slowly creeping his way up your torso to be face to face with you. “Want me to make you cum and cream all over my cock, hm?” His muscular body is about halfway on top of yours when you place your foot firmly on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“Mmm, yes, but maybe later,” you cheekily reply, pushing his face down to your bare cunt. “But first, why don’t you use that talented tongue of yours for something instead of running your mouth, huh?”

He chuckles. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday, brat,” is all he says before diving his head in between the plush of your thighs, the flat muscle licking a solid stripe up your wet folds.

Oikawa wastes no time— his lips immediately latch onto your clit, suckling on the swollen bud while his tongue swipes the nub back and forth. A string of expletives gets caught in your throat when his movements pick up in pace, causing your needy hole to clench around nothing. Weaving your fingers into his brown locks, you pant and beg for more.

“Tooru,” you airily breathe out. “Want your fingers, please.”

He smirks against your pussy, and it’s clear that your desperation went into his ears and shot straight to his ego. On any other day, he’d want you to be a sobbing, drooling mess before he caved in to your pleas, but since today is your special day, he obliges your request. His fingertips collect some of your slick before three digits plunge into the fluttering walls of your cunt.

A shrill cry resounds off the walls of your bedroom. Your legs kick out, your body actively trying to run away from Oikawa’s hand, but his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and hold you in place. “You can take it,” he asserts, mumbling into your pussy. His deep brown eyes stare into yours hungrily. The pads of his digits massage the gummy spot on the topside of your walls, and the stimulation makes your vision go white. “Cum on my tongue, princess. Make me proud.”

His encouragement pushes you over the edge. Your walls clench around his fingers, nearly pushing them out entirely. Oikawa laps up the juices that ooze out of your cunt, letting the sweet taste of your orgasm dance on his taste buds. He lets you ride out your high until he feels your tense muscles begin to relax, and his lips detach from your oversensitive clit; quickly popping his digits into his mouth, he licks and cleans the appendages off.

“Well that was fast. I think we just set a new record, babe,” he teases, stroking his cock with saliva-coated fingers. “Why don’t we celebrate by painting your beautiful body with my cum, hm?”

Your fingers fervidly wrap around the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss, shutting him up. Your tongues clash, and your teeth nibble at his bottom lip, eliciting the prettiest and most pathetic whines from him. You pull away, chest heaving and out of breath.

“Just fucking do it already,” you pant.

Oikawa plants one more quick kiss on your lips before readjusting your bodies. His arms cage both sides of your head, and you wrap your legs around his slim waist; hand snaking in between your warm bodies, you run his tip up and down your folds to collect your slick and line his head up with your fluttering hole. He’s about to thrust into you, but before he can, you squeeze your legs and pull his body flush against yours, bottoming him out in one solid, swift motion.

“Fuck!” You both moan at the same time. Oikawa nestles his head into your neck, and his hot, shaky breath tickles the baby hairs on your skin. You feel his drool pooling on your collarbone, and you realize that his mouth is agape— he’s barely started but he’s already too pussydrunk to even keep his mouth closed.

“Already close, baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me ‘til I can’t even think,” you taunt him, but your mockery is soon cut off when he reels his hips back and sends them crashing forward into the back of your thighs.

Lewd squelching noises fill the room. Moans rumble from both of your chests, but none of what you’re saying is coherent— both of you already reduced down to babbling messes, too engrossed in pleasure to even form a single sentence. With every roll of his hips, Oikawa hits your sweet spot, sending waves of euphoric pleasure up and down your spine. His movements pick up in pace, becoming more frantic and sloppier, now deliciously kissing your cervix with each thrust; it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head and your toes to curl.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you tug his head back and pull his face out of the nook in your neck. His lips crash against yours, muffling the sounds of his needy whimpers against your mouth.

“Tooru, you feel so good, baby. I fucking love you,” you moan when one particular thrust sends your body jolting upwards on the bed.

“I love you more,” he whines. Sweat beads around his temples, and his fluffy brown hair sticks to his forehead. His body is hot to the touch, and his strokes become messier. “Fuck, I’m close. Where do you want your gift, princess?”

“Inside,” you practically cry out. “Fill me up, please!”

“A-Are you sure?” He stutters, unsure if he heard you correctly.

Your next movements don’t give him any choice— your ankles interlock behind Oikawa’s back, trapping him in place as he spills his seed inside of your velvety walls. Feeling the immense warmth inside of you, your back arches off of the bed, your perked nipples brushing gently against his glistening, sweaty skin. He lets your pussy milk him dry before he pulls out, your legs still tightly tangled behind his back.

His softening cock plops onto your belly. “Babe, you know you could let go of me now, right?” He jokes, littering your face with fluttering kisses all over your face.

“I know,” you whisper dreamily. “Just wanna keep you close, that’s all.”

He chuckles, planting one last kiss on your forehead before rolling over and lying down beside you. You scooch your body so that your head lies on his chest, tracing heart shapes on his broad chest and tickling his skin.

“So, did your gift live up to your expectations?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow and lifting his head up to look down at you.

You giggle and look up at him. With a bright smile spread across your face, you respond, “It exceeded my expectations, Tooru.”

“Good, good,” he hums, throwing his head back onto the pillow. He shuts his eyes and, to his stupidity, he foolishly thinks out loud. “Can’t believe it worked! And to think that I planned this whole thing today!”

“What?”

His eyes shoot wide open and he looks down at you once again. Your brows are furrowed and you scrunch your nose at him. You consider hailing an onslaught of insults at him, but ultimately you decide against it.

“Even though you may have forgotten my birthday, I’ll let it slide. For a gift that you planned and executed in 12 hours, you really outdid yourself.”

You laugh in your head. Twelve hours is a gracious estimation. The truth is that from the moment you stepped into the foyer of your home, you knew that he had forgotten about your birthday and was scrambling to find a present for you. And from the way that your house had looked like it was literally ransacked when you arrived, you could tell that he had only remembered an hour before you returned home.

You know his dirty little secret, but you figure that you’ll let it slide. His gift was pretty good, after all.

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cr8zygoodshot · 2 years

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Did I go through all of Elliott’s quotes and heart events to find canon info about him? Possibly.

Friends with: Leah & Willy

Loves: Crab cake, duck feather, lobster, pomegranate, squid ink, and Tom Kha soup.

tendency to go off onto flowery, poetic tangents.

enjoys a strong beverage at the Stardrop Saloon

loves “Mysterium” at the movies

he came to Pelican Town to become a writer but “no one from his hometown believed he could make it.”

writes for eight hours at a time???? baby go to sleep

plays the piano and says he doesn’t do it very well

the majority of the bachelors express uncertainty and surprise if you’re playing as a male farmer and you romance them, saying stuff like “I didn’t think i could feel like this, I tried to deny it, etc” while Elliott is hesitant about whether or not YOU would feel that way for a man

which- Elliott, love, I gave you the goddamn bouquet.

it takes him several hours each morning to do his hair

his cabin is full of spiders

speaking of spiders he asks you not to kill any if you get married to him

doubts his writing skills

likes to be complimented

wishes there was more certainty about the future bc he doesn’t want to be lonely on the beach

has delicate skin (sunburns)

a tiny crab lives in his pocket 🦀

waters his plants with sea water

unusually self aware and apologetic

the sea reminds him of his childhood

forgets about the luau each year and gets surprised by everyone outside his cabin

cares about the jellyfish and polluting the ocean

takes much better care of himself when married

has recurring nightmares about you forcefully shaving his head- which is kinda sad

keeps a journal

has a secret book of love poems dedicated to you

he’s writing another novel when you two move in

misses the ocean when on the farm

he’s always trying to get you to relax and gives massages and such

feels burnt out when you’re not there

was lonely on the beach

literally so excited to be a dad

casually suggests having another kid over breakfast

caring for babies isn’t his thing but he wants to be a good father

cries when you pass out in the mines

takes care of the household needs when you work

really loves pumpkin ale for some reason

“why do you torment me? can’t you see you’ve shattered all my hopes and dreams?” 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ baby nooooo

Anyway Elliott is best husband and doesn’t deserve all the hate he gets

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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WHAT THEY DO WHEN THEY MISS YOU

— (bsd version)

ᴀ/ɴ: YAYYYYYYYY, i slept the whole day today but i am done with the post so that’s good; i have to nag my project partners for their parts so god give me patience. i hope you like this guys! <33

KUNIKIDA DOPPO: he is a man who likes order and discipline so when he misses you, he likes to connect between two things he loves, maybe one more than the other. with your granted permission before, he proceeds to organize and arrange your things so they can be more accessible for you; when you are back, he tells you about where he put everything so you don’t feel confused or can’t find something by yourself.

RANPO EDOGAWA: aside from sighing, whining and huffing every single minute like a drama prince, he links anything and everything anyone says to you. someone is talking about shopping? “y/n is doing that right now.” someone is talking about a type of food? “y/n hates that type of stuff, why are you talking about it?” may I add that everytime he speaks up he ends it with a pout? so when you get back, you are met with a happy ranpo with a wagging tail.

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE: with his already rather grumpy nature, he easily becomes a walking time-bomb. you will always hear him grumbling about everything and anything; he also becomes significantly more easy to tick off. when he sees you, it’s an evident change in how he is acting. he sticks around you even more than before but not the type of a hand on your waist but more of just being in your presence.

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI: every time you go out on a date, he keeps at least one thing that reminds him of the date. he keeps in a small wooden box hidden in his room, and he takes it out whenever you are out and he misses you. he would look through all of them and reminisce the events related to them with a goofy and lovesick smile on his face. he got caught by dazai once and he never wanted a hole to swallow him more, he had to aggressively strangle dazai so he won’t say anything.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA: chuuya is a man of money, a man of power, a man of status and most importantly a man of love. when he is out in the town because of a mission or you are the one on a mission, he likes to go around shops and get anything that reminds him of you and feels that you will like it. a lot of your clothes are bought that way too, he thinks that it will compliment your figure and that it’s your taste. unsurprisingly he never got you anything that you didn’t like or didn’t fit, and when you come back he likes to hype you up if you are trying on something.

DAZAI OSAMU: dazai loves books and even while his precious guide of suicide is his most precious treasure, he likes to read the books you have, specifically the one you annotated and put little notes in. that’s after he throws his drama king tantrum though and annoys kunikida till he gets white hair. and even if you don’t read books that much then he will ask you to at least read one and annotate it and you won’t be able to escape his persuasion. he can spend hours reading your cute notes and marks in the books and sometimes it makes him laugh whole-heartedly. when you come back, he proceeds to lively tell you about what he read and pulls you into a crushing hug.

EDGAR ALLAN POE: a quilt, a pen, a pencil and a piece of paper, these have been poe’s best friends for quite some time, aside from karl. he returns to them when you are not around him, and proceeds to write till his heart’s content. however, it isn’t any writing. they are all poems and short stories where he pours his feelings for you. something that brings him so much peace and happiness when you aren’t there with the gentle touch that he adores so much. though it would be on his dead body if he ever shows you them, unless you find them behind his back.

TACHIHARA MICHIZO: he isn’t shy instead shameless. so said man proceeds to brag about you and talk about you for hours with literally anyone when you are gone. the bragging is doubled whenever it’s around his enemies, because what’s better to rile them up other than the fact they will never have someone like you? aside from the fact that they are just gagging at his lovesick talk, there isn’t any ill feelings honestly. that is if you don’t count being scared shitless because they are going to die.

TANIZAKI JUNICHIRO: naomi is always teasing him for it. for what? for just how head over heels he is for you. when he isn’t in your comforting and precious presence, he tends to zone out a lot. minding wondering and dreaming of a world where he can be peacefully in your arms with nothing to do other than love each other. too bad he can’t dream for long as well because he gets scolded as quickly as he the time it takes for him to zone out. he thinks it’s all worth it when you are back though, why wouldn’t he?

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nkogneatho · 3 years

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► 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲?

🎟 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗙𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗬 8 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪.

↳ Previous Day 5 Toji Show

Duration: 1.2k. Genre: Smut. R‐rated

𝗗𝗶𝗹𝗳𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ⚠️𝗗𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲.⚠️

Content warnings: fem!reader, exhibitionism, Kuroo and Sakusa as special guests, consensual, voyeurism, fingering (fem recieving), blow job.

🎟 Reblogs and interactions are appreciated.

Quarantine fucked up your lifestyle. You had no proper sleep schedule, your diet was messed, and you started feeling more lethargic than before. Tooru, a close friend of yours suggested you to meet his ex teammate who was now a professional athlete trainer. Iwaizumi Hajime. You never expected him to be so hot.

“Hi. Uhm—I'm y/n. Oikawa Tooru's friend,” you greeted.

“Oh yeah! Shittykawa. Right!” You chuckled at the name he gave him.

“Pfft—Tooru told me you will address him like that.”

“Oh. Did he now? He-he,” he scratched the back of his head. Damn that trashykawa. “I'm sorry I'm a little late. I was training the MSBY so one of them is here for a new training regiment.” You had heard of the famous MSBY. You were not very much into volleyball, but Tooru made you watch one of their matches just to hype up his favorite player and friend. Furthermore, you don't remember his whole name, but he is knows as “Ninja Shoyo.” MSBY players were hot. In fact, you even had a crush on the curly black-haired guy.

“Oh no. It's completely fine. They have important reasons unlike me who is just too lazy nowadays haha,” you glanced over near the gym entry from the office to catch a glimpse of a tall man.

“Well, covid kinda fucked us all up, so it's not just you. So, miss y/n. Would you like to start with a training or a tour?”

“A tour. Let me see what I'm getting myself into,” you both left out a small chuckle before getting up from your seats, walking out from the office. But what caught your eyes was this freakishly attractive man with a mask on, going through a file. You assumed he was the one you saw him a while ago.

“Did you go through it? Are you okay with it, Sakusa?” Iwaizumi asked him.

Sakusa hmm. Where have I heard that name? Where? Then your eyes caught the MSBY logo on his jacket. Oh, right. He's the same person that you tolerated Oikawa's Volleyball Match for.

“Couldn't be better. Thank you, Iwa.” His voice was a little harsh with a bored tone in it, but it sounded hot.

“Oh, by the way, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. One of the Black Jackals. Sakusa, this is Kawa's friend, y/n. She's here for some training. Nothing harsh though,” Iwaizumi introduced you two. Sakusa denied shaking your hands and bowed instead and so did you. “Don't worry. He doesn't hate you. He's really conscious about cleanliness.”

“That's a good thing,” you said.

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” you were so dwelled in the presence of two attractive men that you forgot to say it back. Sakusa left the room to attend a call.

Some time passed, and you had already seen the three training sections. God, it looked like it was going to be tough.

“Why's that room empty?” You questioned.

“That's not really a room. That's a gymnastics hall that is sometimes also used for dance and stuffs,” Hajime pushed the door open, so you can see more than just a couple of centimeters.

“You teach dance too?”

“Hell no. I have a friend who organizes events, and they are also a good dancer, so I let them use this one.”

“Wow. That's very nice of y—Ouch!” Your feet tripped on a ribbon that lied on the floor.

“Careful,” Hajime caught you by your arms before you could fall. His strong biceps flexed as held on to your arms. There was this fervor going on between you two. It had been long since you've faced a handsome man from up close. Olive green eyes stared right in yours, baby spiked hairs invading his forehead when he faced down at you. So lost in the trance of his focused orbs, you didn't realize how the hem of your skirt was stuck in his bead string bracelet, flashing your panties, but he did. Iwa did see. In fact, more than just a look.

“You okay?” he asked, rubbing your arms, trying to stir the heat up.

“Huh—yes. Yes,” but you weren't after your eyes wandered to avoid his gaze, and ended up meeting something even more sinister—the growing bulge in his pant. How hard he must be for it to trace over that thick cloth?

Iwa's knuckles brushed against your cheeks, that made you look up at him back.

“You're gorgeous,” he complimented in a low voice that sent a tingling sensation to your core. Before you could know, your lips were smashing against each other, eagerly. His lips were firm and juicy. He pressured them just about right to get you wet. You left a small whine for more, and he knew what he had to do. Without breaking the kiss, Hajime placed you on the nearest table, sneaked his fingers under your skirt, tugging down your panties. He knew what he was doing, so he wasn't really surprised when he felt how wet you were.

He brushed his fingers on your pussy lips lightly, teasing you. It wasn't long before he pushes his fingers in your hole. Slowly, one finger became two. Then three.

“Hey, Iwa. Look, Kuroo's here—” but before Sakusa could finish his sentence, he halted, stunned at the image in front of him. Iwaizumi didn't stop, even when the fear of being caught was visible on your face. Your arms hung tight on his neck as you moan while he thrusts his fingers in and out. Following Sakusa, Kuroo entered the room, curious about the squelching noise of your juices and Iwaizumi's fingers in the dead silence.

“Oh. This looks much interesting than the data we're supposed to discuss,” Kuroo said with a smirk, earning Hajime's attention. He kept hugging you tighter and fucking you better on his fingers.

He leaned in to whisper in your ears. “Let's give them a teaser, shall we?”

You could so nothing but nod because you didn't care about being the center attraction of three big men as long as it made you feel good.

The growing bulge in their pants but threatening your core to spasm on his fingers as they both stroke their clothed cocks.

“Fuck! You're hot,” the curly haired complimented, squeezing his dick.

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Kuroo ordered, licking his lips at the way Iwa kept fucking you on his fingers.

You were not a big fan of nicknames, but a hot stranger calling you sweetheart in a sexy low voice just sent shock down your core, mixed with his fingers hitting the right spot.

“Mhm— Gunna cum. Don't stop, baby,” you moaned.

The light slap on your clit is what made that gut in your stomach to tighten, toes curled with head thrown back. You looked so hot.

Your cunt spasmed before he pulled them out. Your cum had already ruined the oak wood table, the other three felt that it was definitely worth it.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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👑 Being Seijoh's Manager 👑

😍Miss Manager Crushing On Semi Eita😍

Seijoh/Aoba Johsai x Female Manager featuring Semi Eita

Warnings: Swearing, probably concussions

A/N: This is a special anon request!

Ok YN, now hear me out for one second

What in the ever loving GOD is wrong with you 😃

Like seriously, are you ok love?

First off, you are Seijoh's precious YN-chan

The great king and his valiant team all but worship their princess YN

Please these boys waited so long for a manager YN

Like you have no clue how happy they were that you had absolutely no clue who Oikawa was 😅

Read my first set of Seijoh headcannons here

Anyways, YN the point is I'm pretty sure Seijoh takes the cake on protective

Nekoma is bad but like Seijoh is the worst

Pretty sure Iwa put an air tag on you just to make sure you don't get lost 🤣

With you permission of course 😊

We are all about consent 💪🏻

Ok back on target

These boys via for your attention daily

They all have a crush on you

You are just so FREAKING CUTE YN 🥰

Plus you are competent

You have to be with Oikawa 🙄

Like Oikawa is a handful on his own

You have to divide your attention equally tho YN

We don't play favorites 😊

Just kidding, Iwaizumi is our favorite 😭

You like them all equally YN don't listen to me

So when the boys beat Karasuno in season 1 and go on to face SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

You are so prepared

You know all about the beef between Oikawa/Iwaizumi and Ushiwaka

You may joke with Oikawa and ask him why he didn't go to Shiratorizawa 😅

Mattsun and Makki told you to ask him and bless your sweet soul

Oikawa will not talk to you for an entire day

Honestly it's a break, enjoy it

Anyways, you show up to the match and prepare the bench for your team 💪🏻

Water bottles ✔️ towels ✔️ notes ✔️ hot silver haired man on Shiratorizawa ✔️

Wait 👁👄👁

Did you neck break from snapping it to look at the God that is Semi Eita 🤣

Seriously you probably drop your notes 😅

This unleashes a chain of events 👏🏻

First, Kunimi notices your stumbling and his eyes trail to just who has grabbed your attention

When he sees, his eyes about leave his head

Then he tells Makki first because Makki is level headed

Makki of course is going to tell Mattsun

Mattsun is obvious at staring which will grab the attention of Yahaba, Watari and Kindaichi

So then obviously Iwaizumi will notice because everyone's distracted

So now you have the entire Seijoh team stating at you staring at Semi 🤦‍♀️

Oikawa is going to be too busy stating at Ushiwaka to even notice 🤣

But Tendo will notice 😏

Oh Tendo DEFINITELY noticed

He's going to tell Semi too

Semi doesn't notice you yet because Semi is the Iwa of Shiratorizawa

"Oh Semi Semi" 🤪

"I told you not to call me that" 😑

"Looks like Semi Semi has an admirer" 😍

Semi is going to look right at you and catch you staring

Probably drooling 🤤

Once again I do NOT blame you 🤣

You notice he's looking at you and your face heats and you finally look away 🤧

But Semi is a man of opportunity

Plus my goodness are you gorgeous 😍

He's going to walk over to you and introduce himself

King 🤴

You just stand there in awe of the man, the myth, the legend that is Semi Eita

"Hi, I'm Semi. You are?"

👁👄👁 "I'm YN"

"It's very nice to meet the beauty that is Seijoh's manager"

🥵🥵🥵 your face heats up and you blush, maybe giggle

Now the peanut gallery is having a mixture of reactions

Tendo is so happy 🤗

He adores this type of stuff

Seijoh on the other hand 😬

Let's just say Kindaichi has to hold back the entire team for murdering Semi

Iwaizumi is ready to launch a ball straight for him 🏐

Mattsun and Makki are readying their arsenal of insults

Yahaba is ready to challenge Semi to who is the better setter

Kunimi is telling everyone to chill out and to see how happy you look

You are seriously over there like ☺️😍

The team chills out for a second because the see how truly happy you look 🥺

However it's at this moment that Oikawa finally notices you 🤦‍♀️

"YN-CHAN HOW COULD YOU" 😭😭😭

That sets a different chain of events into motion

Iwaizumi finally has an appropriate target for his anger 😅

"SHITTYKAWA LEAVE YN ALONE"

*le sigh* so much for flirting with Semi

"I'm sorry I have to tend to Oikawa and make sure he doesn't have a concussion"

Semi totally understands

"It's ok YN. Hey can I get your phone number so I can't text you later?"

��😳😲 "Oh course Semi!"

He just smiles and winks 😉

You can now die happy YN

You float on cloud 9 the rest of the game

When Seijoh loses to our Shiratorizawa you can't help but be sad for your boys

But then Semi texts you and tells you that you were his good luck charm 😭😭😭

Omg seriously YN

Kunimi sees the text but promises not to say anything to anyone

The next day, mysteriously you're "relationship but not relationship" with Semi appears on the school's gossip page

Oikawa loses it all over again 🤦‍♀️

What did you really expect YN 😅

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2K Followers Event: Pancake and Waffle Cafe Masterlist

Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry.

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go.

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door.

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,”

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you.

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face.

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!”

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears.

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,”

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...”

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway.

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen.

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say.

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him.

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?”

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend.

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,”

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path.

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,”

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter.

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,”

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on.

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school.

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,”

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded.

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,”

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet.

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong.

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?”

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,”

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,”

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at.

Kazuha

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,”

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink.

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright.

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?”

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!”

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes.

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,�� he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,”

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him.

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today.

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment.

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there.

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can’t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,”

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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Hi hope you are having a wonderful day! I absolutely LOVE your Tmnt fanfics! And I would like to request a one shot of Rise Leo x male reader with prompt #49 where The reader steals one of Leo’s shirts (since we see the turtles wear clothes sometimes in the show)

Prompt 49: "Is that my shirt?”

The fantastical case of the missing shirt

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Leo had been wandering around his room for what felt like hours, going through the minimal wardrobe set up - clothes racked up on a chair - and through his draws, but kept coming up empty handed.

He had then gone to Raph's room, busting through the door in a fury, pointing accusing fingers at the snapping turtle. Leo continued to storm around the room, pulling out every article of clothing he could find, "Hey, hey, woah! Whattya doin' man! That's all my stuff!"

"Where is it? I know it's here!" Leo muttered under his breath, wrist deep into Raph's clothing. The eldest shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know! I don't know! Would ya just stop it!" he pulled Leo up by his shoulders and threw him out of the room, "Go mess up Mikey's room or somethin'!" he yelled out.

"Mikey, eh?" Leo hummed, now knowing his next stop. Mikey was just sitting with one of his favourite teddy bears, enjoying a simple and elegant tea party when a delicate knock on the door stopped him.

"Cominggggg!" he called out, putting his tea down and addressing the guests in his room "If you'll excuse me Miss Teddywinkle." Mikey leapt up, dusted himself off and moved to answer the door. The moment the solid wood opened, Leo dashed in, chaos surrounding his aura.

Mikey watched in horror as Miss Teddywinkle went flying into the air, her teacup spiralling out of her paws, the event occurring seemingly in slow motion. Mikey's scream was deep, his tears fanning across his face. He dropped to his knees, now holding the dying Miss Teddywinkle in his arms.

Leo stood back from his destruction of Mikey's room, "Nah, I still can't find it!" he groaned. He looked down to Mikey, "Yeesh, what happened here?"

"Leo you killed Miss Teddywinkles! Now who will I have sophisticated tea parties with?" Mikey whined. Leo rolled his eyes, "Just get Donnie to fix it- wait a minute, that's it!" Leo clicked his fingers as soon as the lightbulb lit, "Donnie must have taken it. Oh ho hooo, of course, it all makes sense now."

As soon as Leo was in Mikey's room he was gone, out like a leaf in the wind. He made a mad dash for Donnie's lab, banging on the metal doors like a psychopath. Eventually, they did open and Leo was finally able to confront the thief. Donnie was sat at his desk, shell facing his brother while he worked, "What is it, Leo?"

"Ha, it must've been you who stole my shirt, how else would you know it's me!" He pointed an accusing finger at Donatello. Donnie sighed, pinching his brother together. He turned in his spinny chair to face Leo, a mock look of pain on his face, "No, genius, I knew it was you because you're the only person to bang on the doors like that and two, I have security cameras."

"Oh, so you didn't steal my shirt?" Leo asked, slowly becoming defeated. Donnie gasped, hand pushed to his chest, "Me? Steal your shirt? Are you insane? I'd never wear anything like that, it's way too cheap. Besides, Blue was never my colour, I prefer purple as it symbolises royalty in some countries."

"Well, if you haven't stolen my shirt and Mikey and Raph are clean, then who has it?" Leo rubbed his chin in deep thought, it wouldn't have been Splinter, god he hoped it wasn't Splinter; he'd probably burn the shirt and forget about wearing anything remotely similar to it ever again.

"What about your boyfriend in the projector room." Donnie snidded, turning back to his work with a chuckle. Leo huffed, "I don't have a boyfr- (Y/N)!" he shouted out, rushing out of the lab and to where you last said you'd be.

And right on cue, there you were sat in a bean bag, the comic he lent to you safely in your hands. And on your body was his lucky t-shirt, the exact article of clothing that he had been looking for, and it was just right there...on you...the entire time.

"Is that my shirt?" Leo asked, drawing your attention away from the comic. You looked down and shrugged, "Yeah, I accidentally split some soda down mine and grabbed the first thing I could find. Why, is it okay?"

Leo shook his hands dismissively, "No, no, it looks good on you- I mean, it looks great- IT'S GREAT!" he finally spat out, rosy-faced. You snorted at him, returning your gaze to the comic "Thanks, it's my new favourite shirt."

"Why's that?" he asked, still utterly embarrassed. You glanced over at him with an honest smile, "Cause it smells like you."

You think Leo just died right then and there.

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alexskarsgardnet · 2 years

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New Alex Interview & Photoshoot with Interview Magazine (March 2022) + a BTS pic!

Alexander Skarsgård Talks to Kirsten Dunst About the Pleasure and the Pain

Kirsten Dunst

(February 15, 2022)

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Juergen Teller

Styled by Harry Lambert

Alexander Skarsgård has excelled at playing a manipulative vampire, an abusive husband, and the literal harbinger of disease and destruction in a pandemic-ravaged world. And yet, he’s still good for a laugh. You don’t grow up the model-handsome scion of a legendary Swedish acting family without having a sense of humor about yourself. Think about his crack-up cameos as a vacant male model in Zoolander, an overgrown college grad in Eastbound & Down, and a mulletted schlub in On Becoming a God in Central Florida. But despite his reputation for just going for it, at 45 years old, he continues to surprise. Last year, he stole scenes on Succession as Lukas Mattson, a tech bro so unlikable you couldn’t help but love him. And now, six years after he tamed the jungle in The Legend of Tarzan, Skarsgård is returning to the shirtless-action-hero genre in the Robert Eggers-directed viking saga The Northman, a grueling production that, as he tells his Melancholia costar Kirsten Dunst, was no laughing matter.

KIRSTEN DUNST: Where are you in life right now?

ALEXANDER SKARSGÅRD: I’m in Copenhagen.

DUNST: With your family?

ALEX: Yeah. Well, I’m heading back to Stockholm next week. I was actually working with our dear friend Lars [von Trier] again

DUNST: Really? On what?

ALEX: He’s doing another season of The Kingdom. Do you remember that? The old TV show he did for Danish television like 15 or 20 years ago?

DUNST: I never watched it, but I’ve heard it’s incredible.

ALEX: It’s a lot of fun. It takes place at the main hospital here in Copenhagen. Dad [Stellan Skarsgård] played an attorney on The Kingdom whenever they shot it, but he couldn’t do this. They kind of rewrote the part, so it’s now the Swedish attorney’s son. I actually replaced my father. Step aside, old man.

DUNST: I was talking about him recently, and I said that making Melancholia felt like I was on a European vacation. I had so much fun.

ALEX: It’s pretty much the same team from Melancholia. It was a lovely reunion.

DUNST: I’m jealous.

ALEX: You were missed. We talked about you a lot.

DUNST: You know what? Lars and I have the same birthday. So funny. And so does Jane Campion, which is really weird. It’s like I only want to work with Tauruses or something. I love that actor-family lifestyle you guys have. How many of the Skarsgårds are actors?

ALEX: Twenty-five, basically.

DUNST: Twenty-five?

ALEX: Not quite. There’s four. If you need a Skarsgård for a movie and one of us isn’t available, it’s like, “How about this one?”

DUNST: My one son is so dramatic. I can see him becoming an actor. There’s something romantic about having it be a family business.

ALEX: Well, you started out super early, right?

DUNST: Yeah. How old were you when you started?

ALEX: I was seven, but it wasn’t intentional. My dad’s friend was a director and needed a 7-year-old kid, and he was over at our house, drinking wine with dad and talking. And then he saw this 7-year-old kid run through the room, and was like, “What about that kid?”

DUNST: I feel like I’d do that with my kid, too, if it was a director I knew and it felt like a family event. “Sure, put him in a movie.” I like that stuff.

ALEX: It might sound odd, but it wasn’t even something I wanted to do. I did it, but my memories have more to do with free Cinnabons at the craft service table than the actual craft.

DUNST: Not the craft, the craft service! I think the first thing I ever saw you in was Zoolander. I thought to myself, “How is this very good-looking person so hilarious?” I want you to be in more comedies. I want a weird Skarsgård family comedy.

ALEX: We should plan something together because my dad would love to do the family thing.

DUNST: Let’s talk about The Northman. You play a prince? A Swedish god? What are you?

ALEX: It’s based on an old saga called “Prince Amleth of Jutland,” which inspired Shakespeare to write Hamlet. It’s about a man avenging the death of his father. It starts on an island in the north Atlantic. My character is the young prince of that kingdom. When his father gets murdered by his uncle, he manages to escape the island. And the uncle believes that the young prince is dead.

DUNST: It’s like The Lion King. That’s where my brain goes right now.

ALEX: The Lion King is basically Hamlet. But the saga is as old as Viking culture.

DUNST: Fun?

ALEX: It was the most fun. I’ve been wanting to tell a Viking story in a way that felt entertaining and big. Working with Robert Eggers, every single detail has to be 100 percent perfect. Every single stitch on a tunic. That’s obviously difficult when you tell a story that takes place a thousand years ago. You have to take some creative liberties.

DUNST: This will make my mom very happy because she loves everything about Vikings.

ALEX: She’s Swedish, right?

DUNST: Our family’s from Minnesota. So it’s Minnesota Swedes. I’m going to ask you fun questions now. What are you reading?

ALEX: A book called In the Distance by Hernan Diaz. It’s set in the 19th century and a man crosses the United States from the West Coast to the East Coast in search of his brother. I highly recommend it.

DUNST: I know you love music. Anything you’re listening to?

ALEX: I have a tendency to go down a rabbit hole for a period of time, and then I move on. I recently came out of a Roxy Music phase.

DUNST: I love Roxy Music. Sometimes I listen to a lot of a certain thing because it gets me in the zone for a part or on set. I’ll make myself a playlist for the character.

ALEX: I often use music to get out of character. To get away from it.

DUNST: On set, you’re really present. You’re fun to work with because you’re alive in the scenes. You’re willing to play around. How do you go about creating a role?

ALEX: It’s quite square and structured. I read the script once a day for however many weeks or months I have before the shoot.

DUNST: Really? Once a day? Interesting. I totally don’t do that.

ALEX: It helps me get into the headspace of a character. I discover new things with each read. I come up with a thousand different ideas and then I eliminate them. Once we get into production, it’s about finding that sweet spot between being prepared but also open to whatever happens when you meet the other actors. It’s being alive and playful and open to discovering things in front of the camera. If I’m not prepared at all, it makes me nervous. The most rewarding days were when I came prepared with a vague idea of how I wanted to play the scene, but I was still open enough to be surprised. And together with the director and the other actors, we discovered something that wasn’t planned and was surprising and exciting for all of us. Rob works in the diametrically opposite way of Lars. Everything is meticulously planned. It’s mostly one single camera, one shot.

DUNST: He likes long shots? There’s an energy within that. If you want everything in one shot, you’re living that life. You feel more taken into something when things are in one shot.

ALEX: In The Northman, there are long, intense fight scenes with 40 stuntmen and horses and 200 extras. To shoot it all in one shot means you do this four-minute take, and then a horse deep in the background looks the wrong way and you have to do it all again.

DUNST: That sounds like my worst nightmare.

ALEX: You’re so exhausted that you want to cry. You feel like you finally got all the choreography of the fight worked out, but then you have to go again and again and again. There’s always something in the background that wasn’t quite right. The flip side of that is when you finally get it, it feels like winning gold at the Olympics.

DUNST: He sounds like a perfectionist.

ALEX: He absolutely is. But he’s also a genius. The Northman was the first time I worked on something that was so meticulously stylized, and you almost had to see it as a dance between the camera and the actors, because the camera was constantly moving, and so were we. If the timing was slightly off, then we’d have to go again. I’ve never been more tired than after those six months.

DUNST: Where’d you shoot it?

ALEX: Most of it takes place in Iceland. We locked down and stayed in Belfast and shot almost all of it up in the mountains and on the seaside. Then we went with a skeleton crew to Iceland to get some of the epic Icelandic landscapes.

DUNST: I’ve always wanted to go to Reykjavík.

ALEX: I’m there every summer. It’s the most extraordinary place. The people are beautiful and open. You’re hanging out with a carpenter who’s also a poet, and then you meet a cab driver who is Iceland’s biggest rap singer.

DUNST: I haven’t watched you in Succession yet because I have two small children. These days, all I watch are cartoons.

ALEX: How old are they now?

DUNST: One is nine months. The other one’s three-and-a-half. Two boys. They’re a handful. When they can really play together, I will have my life back, but right now I can’t wait to go back to work.

ALEX: When did you shoot The Power of the Dog?

DUNST: Like two years ago. It was during Covid, and then I got pregnant.

ALEX: Are you back home?

DUNST: We’re in Austin, Texas, right now because Jesse [Plemons, Dunst’s partner] is making a miniseries here for HBO, with David Kelley and Nicole [Kidman] producing. I haven’t even been to the set. I’ll tell Jesse to say hi to the gang from you.

ALEX: Do you guys try to travel together as much as possible? If you work, Jesse tries to take some time off, and then when he works, you take some time off ? How do you guys navigate that?

DUNST: Honestly, he got the opportunity to work with Scorsese, and I just had a baby and he tore his ACL. No one can not work with Scorsese. Right now, our schedule just overlaps. So far, we’ve really lucked out. We might do another project with some friends where we work together again. It’s nice that as a couple, we’ve been embraced as people who can act together.

ALEX: You were so wonderful together in The Power of the Dog.

DUNST: It’s nice to have that together.

ALEX: It’s very obvious how much you guys enjoyed that.

DUNST: You guys would like working together.

ALEX: We almost did, didn’t we? Many, many years ago.

DUNST: Really?

ALEX: Yeah.

DUNST: Wait, wait. Time out. Weren’t you in Battleship?

ALEX: Yeah.

DUNST: So was he.

ALEX: Yeah, I know, but we didn’t really have any scenes together. I think we had some crowd scenes. He should join us on our Skarsgård family adventure.

DUNST: That would make me so happy. The people deserve you all in one film. Okay, I’m going to ask you some quick-fire questions. What’s your guilty pleasure?

ALEX: Czech beers.

DUNST: What do Swedes shoot all the time? Fernet something, right?

ALEX: Fernet-Branca.

DUNST: Why do Swedes like to shoot that?

ALEX: I don’t know!

DUNST: It’s very medicinal.

ALEX: It feels medicinal and it feels like lubrication for your cardiovascular system.

DUNST: While you’re getting wasted! What makes you angry?

ALEX: I’m so even-tempered, it’s pathetic. I get angry with myself because I’m too OCD. Sometimes I need to stop being so square and let loose a bit.

DUNST: What makes you happy? Czech beer?

ALEX: Czech beer, again.

DUNST: [To her son] Want to ask Alex what’s his favorite candy? I’ll ask him. What’s your favorite candy?

ALEX: That’s a great question. I like salt licorice.

DUNST: Most people reading this probably think that is so disgusting, but I love it, too.

ALEX: It’s an acquired, sophisticated taste for people like us, Kirst.

DUNST: Who scares you, Alex?

ALEX: I have a tendency to scare myself sometimes.

DUNST: What scares me sometimes is the vastness of the universe. We’re just floating in space and just dying and being born. If I get too caught up in that, it starts to freak me out

ALEX: I’m scared of the vastness of my own ego.

DUNST: [Laughs] What relaxes you?

ALEX: Going out to the archipelago outside of Stockholm. My mom lives on an island in the Baltic. We’ve been winter bathing out there.

DUNST: You jump into freezing cold water? I understand the concept of that, but I’m also like, no thank you. Let me be in the warm hot tub watching you all, drinking my Fernet.

ALEX: You jump in the water and it’s freezing cold, but then you go inside and sit by the fireplace. I’m in for basically 1.58 seconds.

DUNST: I’ve jumped in a freezing cold lake and jumped immediately out. It awakens you in a way that nothing else does. No one can predict the future, but what would you like for your future?

ALEX: I just hung up on you, that’s my future.

DUNST: You’re like, “Fuck that question.” Do you want to have kids one day? Would you want to direct? Where do you live, by the way?

ALEX: I divide my time between New York and Stockholm because my family is in Stockholm. I just hope that I continue to be curious as I get older. I have some colleagues and friends where, as they get older, it feels like the curiosity fades away.

DUNST: As we get older, hopefully we’ll just get more eccentric and awesome. I think surrounding yourself with young people is important as you get older.

ALEX: My grandma was like that, my favorite human being. She didn’t give a fuck about what people thought about her. She would say anything. Until her dying day, she had this incredible curiosity. She wanted to learn, try new things, meet new people, and not just wither away.

DUNST: I haven’t left the house much at all, and I do everything over Zoom. I feel a little bit stifled in that way, a little Groundhog Day. It’s great that The Power of the Dog has come out and everyone loves it, but you don’t get any feedback on it.

ALEX: Does it feel surreal in a way? Almost as if it didn’t happen?

DUNST: A little. I’m doing hair and makeup for Zooms, and doing interviews and things like that, and then I’m with my children in sweatpants all day. I’m either making a snack or getting hair and makeup done. It doesn’t go together. Let me get back to these questions. Who do you feel closest to? Who’s your crazy Swedish friend again? What’s his name?

ALEX: Dada?

DUNST: Dada, yeah. Are you still in touch with Dada?

ALEX: He lives in my apartment in Stockholm.

DUNST: Of course he does. I love that dude. When I think back on making Melancholia, that was one of the most fun times I’ve ever had on a movie, and it’s literally about the most depressing thing.

ALEX: When I watch that movie, all I think about is how much fun we had. Maybe the only way to get through such a depressing movie was by having fun.

DUNST: It felt like acting camp. We were in Sweden during the summer and there were music festivals. I haven’t gone dancing in forever. I think you’ve done a lot more than me, because I’ve had to obviously be safe for my children, too. I didn’t want to work right after having another kid, because I’m not going to have another child. I wanted to enjoy the beginning stages of that again and not go straight back to work. There wasn’t anything I was dying to do anyway. Now I’m very ready. Okay, Alex, what is the best thing about being a Swede?

ALEX: When people are screaming at each other and it’s polarized, you can always be like, “Hey, I’m Swedish, I don’t know. I’m in the middle, I’m right here.” You don’t have to take a stand. It’s perfect.

DUNST: Who was your first movie crush?

ALEX: My first love was Jessica Lange when I was a kid and I watched Tootsie. I felt butterflies.

DUNST: Listen, that’s some good taste.

ALEX: I had no idea what it was. I just knew that I wanted that girl to come back on screen.

DUNST: My son really likes Daisy Duck. It’s the eyelashes.

ALEX: She’s got amazing eyelashes. Also, the fact that she doesn’t wear any pants.

DUNST: Oh my gosh. She has bloomers on in whatever we’re watching. She’s more modest now. Do you want to say anything else? It’s awesome you’re on the cover. I love Interview magazine.

ALEX: I’m going to get to work on our next project with the whole Skarsgård clan, and you and Jesse.

DUNST: That would be my dream.

ALEX: Likewise.

Hair: Kei Terada Using Balmain Hair Couture at Julian Watson Agency

Creative Partner: Dovile Drizyte

Digital Operator: Tom Ortiz

Photography Assistant: Tarek Cassim

Fashion Assistants: Naomi Phillips and Ryan Wohlgemut

Post- Production: Catalin Plesa at Quickfix Retouch

Sources: Article/Interview: Kirsten Dunst for Interview Magazine (x), Images, Our edits, Originals: Photographer: Juergen Teller for InterviewMagazine.com (x) & InterviewMag instagram (x), Behind-the-scenes pic: Original: The February 15, 2022 insta story of Keiterada (x, x)

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anything you'd crave pt. 2 ♡ william afton

w : this story includes but is not limited to , age gap , paid sex , mentions of drugs , vaginal - oral - anal sex , breeding , public sex, secret relationships , cheating , angst , fluff , and a lot more.

writers note; this is a bit short!!

"y/n."

"y/n!"

"what is it ?!?"you exclaimed finally snapping out of your thousands of thoughts occupying your head, looking up at the secretary of the office on your door.

"I'm sorry, i haven't been resting very well and I'm a bit irritated.."you insisted and sighed a bit forcing a little smile towards the older woman.

"don't stress yourself too much miss y/n..they sent me from the other building actually."

your hands dropped the pens and papers anxiously on your desk at the sound of that.

"what did they want."

"mr. afton told me he would want you to pay him a visit."

shit. deep down you knew this is what she was going to say but you dearly hopped it was anything else.but, we move a little too fast now.you have been here only five days and you are already experiencing these issues?maybe we should do a little recap over the past days.

you started work on monday. monday you met him , and came to the realization that the sweet handsome man that had treated you in the cafeteria was filthy rich and interested in keeping you around.

tuesday you stumbled upon him again, he had already gotten you your order. he insisted it was because he wanted to treat you in a welcoming manner, and you found it sweet.

wednesday you did not see him and your brain relaxed a bit. relaxed from what you may ask? that feeling. whenever you spotted him, you found yourself nervous out of a sudden; avoiding to lock eyes by any means .especially on that damn elevator. everytime you were alone there you felt the tension.maybe it was just from your side but it was there and it was building you up.

then came thursday.

"gmorning jane im so so-"you rushed in your office only to see ,well, a whole lot of things. your friend was nowhere to be found but, that wasn't the surprising part. a pink color filled the monochromatic colors of the room, a huge bouquet on your desk and a little paper there scribbled messily.

"hey babes!i had to leave today urgently cause my dad got sick but, a flower guy came by and dropped these of for you.they dont have a name though!"

there is no way..right?

right..?

way.

maybe it was some secret fan from the office, there were a lot of young men so you figured it wasn't impossible to happen. none the less you took the bouquet home and placed it in water, keeping it by your night stand for these nights.

knock knock

"come in.."the bass voice with that thick accent spoke, as you swallowed hard and made your way in the office. your eyes scanned around really quickly, countless photos framed around from events and more .

"oh y/n-i was starting to think you wouldn't show up."

you looked at that little smug smile on his face.afton sat on the leather chair behind his desk, as behind him was a huge glass wall looking down to the city. he leaned forward on the desk with his hands intertwined before he reached one out to offer you a seat across of the desk.

"oh no i-i just was very busy today."

"i can imagine."

"so how can i help you ,mr afton?"

a little grin formed on his face as he fixed the papers in front of him swiftly.

"well, you did tell me that your co workers were giving you a cold shoulder, so i was thinking of maybe helping you out with staying away from their eyes."

"oh?"

"yeah, y/n you see although i love this job im a very,very busy man and i cant do anything by myself here. i would like you to do the stuff i dont have time to do around. be my litte helper, if you may."

you felt your throat stuck as he leaned a bit closer, the desk holding you two apart. did he always have that seductive look. it was a confident and captivating one,like a hunter looking upon his pray once it was caught on his trap.

"im-im sorry mr afton but i don't think i can do that. my boss will start questioning me leaving my office an-"

"ill pay you 200 per hour."

"what-"

"or more, and anything you need while working for me whether its a cab or something you want is all on me."

well shit.he was making it really difficult to say no at this point. you sat back on your chair and stayed quiet for a moment before nodding a bit and swallowing hard, your legs crossed. maybe this wasn't the best day to wear that short tight skirt you were wearing because you could feel his eyes stuck on your figure while you were trying to think.if you had to guess he was practically undressing you with his eyes now.

"there is one more thing though."

"hm?"

"ah well,you see i am invited in a plethora of events every week and, i cant exactly keep showing up alone, people ask all kinds of questions so, would you mind accompanying me to them? again,anything you wear or get for them is paid by me, you will just need to get all dolled up but, im sure that wont be an issue for such a pretty young girl."

and with that last compliment you felt yourself shift on the chair a bit, why did this one make your face warm?but there was another thing bothering you more than his compliments and that was the ring on his finger.it made you lift an eyebrow, why wouldn't he take his wife with him in these events..you figured it wasn't the time to ask such things.

"okay i..i will do it then."you said nodding a bit to yourself.

"perfect, i knew i could count on you y/n. this saturday, we are invited in the whites mansion to-"

your eyes opened wide. you knew that name, thats where the most prestigious parties and events were held and it was a super private thing, you had to be an a class celebrity to even set foot on the grounds and you, a damn college dropout who cant even walk on heels were going?

"im in, i dont care what we are doing."

"thats the y/n i wanna see."he soon stood up tall and reached in his pocket, grabbing out his leather wallet and rummaging through the contains. your eyes could not keep track of how many slits of color you counted.

"take it, get anything you need for saturday."

reaching out your hand you stood up and took the card between your fingertips.you may have been holding some good millions right now for all you knew.

"you are free to go."he made his way next to you wrapping a hand around your waist gently and towering down over you, before you nodded a bit and made your way towards the door, knowing that if you stayed there a minute more you would start getting drunken on fantasies of what would happen now.

"hey,y/n."

"yes, mr afton?"

"that skirt looks amazing on you, get something similar wont you doll?"

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #william afton #william afton headcanon #william afton x reader

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