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ruh--roh-raggy · 5 months

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Pt. 1

Hello hello! So, I'm fully insane about this man rn. I can't help it. The brain rot has taken over my life and here we are lol. I wanted to write something that really focuses on the domestic fluff side of Reader's life with William, of course there will be some smut thrown in there too because I simply can't help myself 😂😂 Reader and William have just bought their first house together. This story follows their week long escapade of unpacking, making their home perfect, and going down memory lane. Lots of super cute stuff, chapters containing smut will be updated with proper warnings. If you enjoy this story and would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, smut marked with divider, age gap (reader in 30's William in 40's/50's), some swearing, face sitting, cockwarming, size kink, a singular (1) spank to readers ass, slightly dom! William, praise, Will just wants to give his wife some tender TLC after a long day of lugging boxes around (if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 3,538

Part 2

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“I want to paint the living room green, I think it would look nice with our couch.” William drove down the road, a soft smile on his face as he listened to you ramble on about all of your plans for their new house. Business at the pizzeria had skyrocketed, which meant that he could finally give his pretty little wife the front porch, white picket fence house of her dreams. You should be pulling in about a half hour before the moving truck is scheduled to arrive, allowing the two of you time to empty out his trunk. You stood at his side with a giddy smile on your face, William thumbing through his key ring to find the new shiny gold addition to his collection. He slides the key into the lock, chuckling at your excited squeals as he pushes the door open. He grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from running inside ahead of him.

“Isn’t there some old wives tale about carrying your wife over the threshold of a house?” He mumbles out the vague details he could remember. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck with a giggle.

“It’s for good luck. Why? Do you want to carry me inside?” You smile coyly up at him.

“Well I’m not going to be the one bringing bad luck into our house.” He proclaims proudly, jabbing a finger into his chest. You let out a shriek as he scoops you up in his strong arms. You press a kiss to his scruffy cheek as you pass through the door. “Well, Mrs. Afton, welcome home.” He smiles down at you.

You spun around the empty living room floor, broom in hand as you did a quick sweep before the furniture got brought in. “Oh, Will, I'm so happy. Our own house.” You beam up at him. Your husband breathes out a chuckle, sweeping you up in his arms as he places a kiss to your forehead. Both of your attention was drawn to the windows as the moving truck rumbled into the driveway.

“Don't lift anything too heavy.” He orders with a firm point of his finger. “I hired movers so you don't have to struggle, if I see you doing too much you're going to be in big trouble later bunny.” You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you place a kiss to his chest.

“I promise I won't work too hard.” You fidget with the hem of his shirt. “I just want everything to be perfect.” You sigh with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“I promise it will be, we have the whole week to get everything exactly how you want it.” He smiles, his thumb rubbing languidly across your waist. You excitedly threw open the front door, directing the movers inside before clamoring out to the truck yourself. William trailed after you, keeping a close eye on your excited figure. Your husband loved how passionate you were about everything you did, but you also had a tendency to overwork yourself. He sighs as he sees you struggling with a box, gently taking it from your hands and propping it against his hip. He glances around the trailer. “Here.” He nudges a box with his foot, one he had made a subtle marking on to signify it was one he packed light enough for you to easily carry. “Take that one, we’ll go put these in the bedroom.” He hops down from the back of the truck, taking your box from you and wrapping his hands around your waist to lower you safely to the ground. You practically skipped up the porch steps, scooting past the movers as you raced up to the master bedroom. Your mattress sat in the middle of the room. The white, sheetless bed was a stark contrast to the nearly black hardwood.

“We’ll need to go get a bed frame.” You sigh, setting down the box before collapsing on the mattress. William groans as he lays down by your side.

“I’m sure we’re going to have to get a lot of things.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “We’ll take care of everything, doll, don’t worry.” You spent the rest of the afternoon sliding furniture around downstairs while the movers brought in the rest of the boxes. The sun had already set by the time everything was brought in. You collapsed onto the couch with a tired groan, finally kicking your shoes off as you sank into the worn leather of the cushions. William sits beside you, lifting your feet only to drop them back in his lap. You let out a pleased hum as you feel his strong hands knead into your aching muscles. “Day one is officially over.” The two of you exchange a sleepy high five. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you take a moment to look at your husband. His gold, wire framed aviators sitting low on his nose, his large calloused hands massaging your feet with the utmost care and delicacy. You were William’s entire world.

“Honey,” he perks up at your soft voice, calling out to him, “how about I throw something together for dinner so we can get to bed.”

“I don’t think we have any groceries bunny.” He rebuttals with a chuckle. “Are you up for a drive? We could go pick up some pizza.”

“But it’s so cold.” You pout.

“I’ll go grab you one of my coats, sweet girl.” He cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he passes by you. You let out a soft hum as you buried your face into the soft fabric of your husband's coat, the comforting smell of his spicy, musky cologne, machine oil, and cigarettes filling your nose. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to cuddle into his side as he drove up twisting back roads. The radio crackled softly, whatever song was playing was barely audible over the car's loud blower. You rested your hand on his thigh, William glancing down quickly, the sight of your wedding ring glinting in the soft light bringing a smile to his lips. He loved the fact that you were all his, his pretty wife, his little bunny. He loved how sweet and delicate you were. He had been hardened by years of working in his workshop and other strenuous jobs he had throughout his life, he barely registered this evening was brisk let alone cold. But he definitely wouldn't complain about you cuddling into his side for warmth, how your cheeks and the tip of your nose dusted pink from the chilly night air, how your fingers trembled as you tucked them under his thigh. He shuddered softly as you pressed your lips to his neck, the buzzing, yellow light from the pizza shop's sign illuminating the cab as you and your husband exchanged a look filled with need.

“Hurry back.” You shoot him a coy smile as he stumbles from the car.

The smell of warm crust and greasy pepperoni filled the car, the pizza nicely heating your lap. William’s arm draped over your shoulder, you allowed the rumbling car ride to rock you into his side. Your eyelids grow heavy as you try to keep yourself awake, a sleepy smile crawling across your features as you pull into the driveway. You sighed as you looked around at the mess of moving boxes, your dining table tucked away into a corner that would be too much work to get to. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch doll, I’ll be right back.” William’s hand quickly slips into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he passes by. You flop back into the cushions, letting the pizza box rest next to you. Even with the short amount of time you’ve spent in the house you could tell how different it was from your old apartment. You and William had moved to the middle of the woods in Hurricane, your nearest neighbor at least ten minutes down the road. There were no sounds of your neighbors talking quietly through the walls, no footsteps of the dog that lived upstairs. The house was completely silent, outside completely pitch black. You jumped as William’s feet started to thud down the stairs. He pushes into the living room with a groan, dragging your mattress behind him. He drops the bed in the middle of the floor with a dull thump, twisting side to side in order to stretch out his back. “I’ll go grab some pillows and blankets.” He smiles at you.

“It’s just like our honeymoon.” You laugh as he pulls you up from the couch. He tilts your chin up with his finger, capturing your lips with his.

“Oh, trust me,” he starts in a sultry tone, “I wish I could spend this entire week in bed with you.” You dropped down onto the mattress, a soft sigh falling from your lips as he massages your shoulders. You smile at him as you watch him disappear upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a box full of your bedding and some pillows. Deciding you weren’t up for the challenge you left the sheets in the box. You piled your comforter and a few throw blankets onto the bed, you crawled in before your husband joined you with the pizza. You two sit side by side, your head falling to rest against his shoulder.

“It’s no Freddy’s.” You grumble at your lackluster pizza. William chuckles in response to your pouting.

“How about we swing by and see Henry tomorrow, I’m sure I can sneak you a piece.” He winks with a lopsided grin.

“That sounds perfect.” The two of you chat quietly as you eat your dinner. Your new house feels too big for just the two of you. You laid on your back, staring at the exposed wood ceiling, you blinked a few times to adjust to the all consuming darkness after William had turned off the light. You felt the blankets shift as he crawled into bed next to you. His silhouette outlined by the soft, pale light of the moon that streamed through the window.

“We should get a dog.” He suddenly whispers, making you giggle. “I don’t want you to get scared all by yourself.” He teases.

“Maybe that’ll get you out of that workshop earlier.” He playfully rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You know, there’s nothing stopping you from coming to visit me.” He argues with a slight shrug.

“Except that everytime I do I end up sprawled naked on your workbench.” You smirk at him, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft material of his tshirt.

“Occupational hazard.” He responds quickly. You both laugh as you cuddle into his chest. He cards his fingers through your hair, his lingering gaze studying your features. “You’re so beautiful, bunny.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush over yours.

His hand paws at your thigh, dragging your leg over his waist as he crushes you against him. You cup his face, deepening the kiss, his beard tickling your palm as you melt into him. Your legs lock around his waist as he rolls on top of you. His large, calloused hands wrap around your sides, pushing your hoodie up and over your head in one swift motion before his lips connect with yours again. You shivered slightly as the cold night air hit your naked body. He practically purrs at the sight of you, his lips hovering over your neck. Your fingers slid into his hair, a small squeal escaping your lips as he bit down hard on your sensitive skin. You bite your lip, letting out a soft hum as he pushes his hips into you, his already growing bulge noticeable through your thin shorts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me today, could you rabbit?” He smirks against your skin. You practically drooled over the sight earlier. William had a box resting on each shoulder, his skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. He paused as he caught sight of you leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as your eyes raked over him. He smirked, knowing that playful glint in your eye. He smiled as he noticed your cheeks reddening from your position laying below him. He hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, placing featherlike kisses down your stomach as he eases them down your legs. You moan softly as you feel him nip at the skin of the inside of your thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he brushes his thumb over your sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving your lips. With how busy you had both been due to the move it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate. Your skin was already on fire from the small touch alone, William smirked as he watched your reaction closely. Your hands fisted in the blankets as he tossed your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath bouncing off your already soaked core. His arms slip around your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dove into hungrily lap at your folds. You moan out his name, already attempting to squirm away from his assault. He growls, dragging you closer to him. His fingers dig into your thighs with a bruising force, sure to leave marks behind. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue swirls around your clit through your lace panties. He ate you out like a man starved, your soft gasps and quiet moans echoing in the empty room. You whined, tugging on his hair. “What’s the matter bunny?” He pushes your panties out of the way with his fingers, his skin growing slick with your arousal.

“I need you.” You whined, looking down at him with pleading, teary eyes. William gives in immediately with a soft chuckle, never one to deny you what you wanted. He tugs down your panties, placing soft kisses to your legs as he removes your final article of clothing at an agonizingly slow pace. He slides an arm under your back, pulling you on top of him as he collapses into the mattress. Your hands landed on either side of his head as you lost your balance, you blushed as you realized you were sitting on his broad, strong chest. He brushes your hair behind your ear before both of his hands wrap around your thighs.

“Come sit, bunny.” He coos, your face burning at his casual command. William absolutely loved whenever you sat on his face. However, he was well aware he would have to warm you up to the idea whenever he suggested it. You were always worried you were too heavy, you hadn't shaved, or you hadn't showered, and your husband always reassured you that none of those things were going to pose any problems for him. His beard tickled the inside of your thighs as you hovered over his eager mouth. His hands squeezed at your hips, groaning as your soft skin squished between his fingers. You cry out as he pushes you down onto him, his tongue lapping at your clit before he shoves his way in between your folds.

“Oh, fuck! Will!” You moan, your hips moving on their own. You let out a soft sob everytime his nose bumps against your clit. He growls, pressing hard into your hips as you try to wiggle away, his assault on your already sensitive cunt threatening to push you over the edge mere minutes after he starts. “Baby, it's too much.” Your voice shook as you tried to plead with him, years slipping from your damp eyes onto your cheeks as the coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter. William’s eyes were hazy as they met yours, his face smothered in your thighs as he greedily sucked your clit into his mouth. You tug his hair, making you groan against him. “I'm gonna cum.” It was all too much for you to handle, your body losing its rhythm as your climax threatened to rip through you. William let out an affirmative hum below you, knowing you were close by the slowing of your movements. He decides it's time for him to take over, determined to make you cum on his tongue. His fingers dig into the curve of your ass as he gradually increases the pace of your hips. You yelped as one of his hands suddenly connects with your skin, the mixture of pleasure and slight pain causing your soaked cunt to throb. Broken moans and whines rumbled effortlessly from your mouth, the fine tuned roaming of his hands paired with his expert tongue knowing just how you wanted to be touched to fall apart in his hands. William never got tired of making you finish. The way you would fall absolutely silent and still for a moment, mouth hanging open as no sound dared escape, your body taking time to catch up to the immense pleasure you were feeling. Now was no different. William felt his cock twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head, that brief moment of absolute silence making his ears ring before you screamed his name. He forced your hips to keep moving, never allowing your pace to slow as he felt your thighs shaking against his cheeks. You practically collapsed as he finally pulled his mouth off of you, a firm hand on your lower back keeping you upright as you shakily moved yourself back onto his chest. William reaches up to caress your cheek, wiping away tears that streaked down your skin. Your eyes felt heavy, you struggled to keep them open and on your husband as you came down from your high.

“Do you want to lay down?” He asks in a soft tone. You nod, collapsing into the mattress with a happy sigh. You hear the soft shuffling of William getting undressed before he gets under the blankets with a groan. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he moved closer, his fingers ghosting over your waist before your pulled back against him. You can't help but giggle slightly as you feel his erection pressed firmly against your back.

“You want some help with that?” You press yourself into him, his breath catching in his throat at the contact as he tries to stifle a growl.

“You can't even keep your eyes open bunny.” He chuckles, you smile as you feel it rumble in his chest. You let out a dismissive sound, giving him a slight shrug. “How about we compromise?” You glance over your shoulder at him, curiously raising an eyebrow. Your eyes slide shut, letting out a soft hum as you feel his rough hands roaming over your skin. His fingers dip in between your thighs, gently coaxing them apart. You gasp as you feel his member prod at your entrance. “I could always fill you up before we go to bed.” He offers with a smirk, your face instantly flushing at the thought of cuddling up with your husband, trying not to squirm too much as he impaled you on his thick cock. You give him a nervous yet excited nod, the sight of you looking at him so sweetly as you chewed on your lip making it hard for him to not flip you over and pound you into the mattress. William assisted you holding your legs open, one massive paw wrapped around your thigh to allow him room to attempt to fit inside of you. You gripped tightly onto the sheets as he slowly began to push inside, the stretch from making it barely past his tip intense due to the lack of prep. “That's it sweetheart, just relax.” He purrs in your ear, pressing his lips to your shoulder. Another roll of his hips makes you whimper, feeling him slip slightly deeper into your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck, ‘s too big, ‘s not going to fit.” Your words slut as you tried to focus enough to speak. His pace was agonizing, you could feel every inch of him and every thick vein sliding over your velvety walls. You let out a shuddering breath as he finally bottoms out in you, the tip of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix. You felt like you would break in half at the smallest wrong move, even your slight shifting as you cuddled up with William had the edges of your vision going fuzzy.

“Such a good bunny, taking all of me so well.” His lips trail over your neck, you feel him smirk as you clench around him, repeatedly kissing and teasing what he knew was a rather sensitive spot of skin.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his strong arms wrapped protectively around as you're held flush to his chest.

“I love you.” You say quietly, feeling sleep trying it's hardest to pull you under. He gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“And I love you, sweet girl.”

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Tag List: @yellowbunnydreams @zoey5252 @redflowery @loudchaosking (I think that's everyone, if I missed you or you would like to be added please let me know!)

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chxrrydrxp · 2 months

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ok so i'm so in with your theme rn and i loved your after car with jason drabble but what i really came here to say imagine poor jason todd realizes he's in love in dick's girlfriend. he doesn't say anything but he knows he can treat you better and be better for you. he knows dick cares about you but he's bad for you because he'll never fully love you but believes he can. so he watches you from afar, trying to sweet in small ways like helping fixing your car and stuff. he watches you and dick fight, break up and of course make up till the point he's fed up of watching dick play you because he's knows dicks cheating and he knows dick isn't trying to hurt you but its not fair. poor jason he doesn't want to be a rebound he just wants to give you the love you deserve.

I'm really about to break jasons pretty heart and staple it back together with this fic. apologies for the wait! I got too excited and decided to write a series about it 🥹

I'll release it chapter by chapter 🤭 and you're a genius I love ur brain 🧠

and fr dick damn near slept with every dc character that man is a whore. I'm still tryna figure out what excuse imma give him for why he is a serial man whore

all jokes aside, I'm gonna have some much fun with this.

𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉

Jason Todd x (Dick's Ex! Fem!) Reader:

chapter 1

chapter 2

warnings: this series will get heated eventually, and I'll just put a warning on those specified chapters.

this might be a long series, depends how much yall want it 🤭

Loud rain poured against Jason's window. He laid against his dark wood bed frame while reading a book. As he flicked through thin pages, the sound of you and Dick arguing could be heard from across the hall.

He wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but he could make out certain sentences like “why's her name still..’. He sighed, growing more and more tired of the constant back and forth between you two. The conversation slowly moved from the room into the hall, and the argument could almost be heard throughout the whole manor.

“Dick, I cannot do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of being confused about your feelings for me!” He could then hear Dick's annoyingly condescending voice. Another tired sigh escaped Jason's lips as he ran his fingers tiredly through his dark strands. He rolled off the bed, put on a loose white tee, and slipped on black house shoes.

Pulling the door back, he wasn't even noticed by the two of you until his deep voice rumbled through the hall. Even as a quiet, “The hells’ all the commotion, I'm tryna read damn it”, his voice caught your attention. You felt slightly embarrassed. But the anger just wouldn't let up. “Sorry Jason, just go back to your room,” Dick pleaded, leaning against the wall with a frown. Jason rolled his eyes at Dick's continuous attempts to sound like an older brother, and his eyes flickered to yours.

Noticing your red eyes and a tear of anger falling down your cheeks, his jaw relaxed and he almost looked concerned. “You alright?” His soft voice coaxed you out of your bubbling fit of anger. “Yeah...I'm okay…I'm just gonna go home..” Your eyes stuck back to the floor and then you walked away, leaving the two brothers alone. Dick began to walk away, only stopping in his tracks at the mention of his name.

“Dick…you can't keep doin' this man-” Dick spun around shooting a cold glare at him. “Doing what? You think I want to hurt her?” Jason's eyebrows furrowed. “You're not doing a good job of proving me wrong.” Dick walked away.

You dropped your keys on your marble console table, falling onto the couch with a sigh. You knew he wasn't right for you. This cycle of toxicity would go on and on forever unless you stuck your foot in the ground. The repeating doubts about your relationship circled your mind almost daily. You and Dick had been together since late middle school days. You went everywhere with each other and attended every dance together. You were both practically attached at the hip. You had everything in common and could get lost in various topics for hours.

But, that connection had seemed so far away. So long ago. Like a distant memory. The romance in the relationship felt like it was fading, but neither of you was ready to let it go. And it puts a strain on your relationship, even without romance.

You curled up on the soft sofa, bringing your knees to your chest and feeling stinging tears well in your eyes. You knew it was bad for you. God that's all you ever thought about. But it hurt too much to even consider ending things. He was so familiar.

You don't know how much time has passed by of you being stuck in a constant loop of repetitive thoughts, but a knock on your door shook you out of your trance.

“y/n? It's Jason, can I come in?” You quickly wiped your eyes with your shirt and straightened yourself out. “Be right there!” You cringed at that obvious wavering of your voice. You reached the door, opening it slightly so he could only see your upper half. Your head was leaned downward as a half-assed attempt to hide your tear-stained face. “Hey,” was all he said, with a faint sheepish smile. You lazily nodded at him. “Need something?” You'd hoped you didn't sound angry at him. “Well, I came here to ask you the same thing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a familiar habit of his. “Come in.”

(yall I cannot think of a title omg)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #ceri drabbles #jason todd smut #jason todd x fem!reader #dick grayson x reader smut #ceris asks #red hood x reader #pining prompts #dc red hood #pining #Jason todd series

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wolfiesmoon · 3 months

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Hiiii! (I hope this is the place to make requests aaaaa haven’t done this in a W H I L E) but can I request pocky challenge headcanons for Floyd, Vil, and Idia? :)

Hope you’re having a great week and I love your writing :D

the way i freaked out over receiving this omg i'm so happy u like my writing😭😭😭

i love pocky challenge fics and you really fed me with the characters you chose since I have like 3467346826428 vil and idia drafts i can't get into rn. also we already know how my brain is rotting over floyd the eel boy at the moment

ALSO ALSO ALSO you aren't dating yet in these!! you're still just friends (but not for long😈)

(@kairiscorner i borrowed ur idea of picking out what flavour would fit them to add a little spice, I hope u don't mind!)

☾⋆⁺₊ Floyd Leech + Pocky Colorful

he gets really excited when you pull out the box of pockies 😆i mean, sharing food with you????? that's, like, the third best thing he can do with you!

and these pockies look rlly funny too, what does "colorful" even taste like? He's kinda in a mood to find out 😌

and gets even MORE excited when you mention the challenge!!!!

I mean, kissing AND sharing food with you?! he calls that a win for sure 😤😤😤😤

you're rlly surprised at how casual he is about it considering you just challenged him to try and kiss you essentially

but okay, i guess it is kinda Floydcore to just casually agree to a pocky game with no blushing or getting flustered (i suppose this means he likes you back??? what a mystery he is...)

you laugh to yourself at the silly grin on his face as u pull out a pocky and place one end into your mouth, leaning towards him to let him take the other end

he does so and you close your eyes, feeling kinda giddy all of a sudden

but you can still feel his downturned peepers staring a hole into you, curious to see every facial movement and reaction you may have👁️👁️

he must be really excited then!! (even if you feel extremely unsettled rn)

you slowly bite down on the stick, getting nervous. you can definitely hear him crunching on it too...

you can feel his breath, your noses bump for a moment and you think "THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT"

but then you hear a *snap* and the pocky falls out of your mouth... what just happened?

"I bit into it a bit too hard..." You open your eyes to see Floyd pouting like a toddler who was told he can't have candy

"It's okay, we can do it again!" you take out another pocky stick, placing the end in your mouth and looking at him expectantly

must be hard having such sharp teeth sometimes💔

"Now I don't feel like it anymore." Floyd huffed, getting up and walking away💀

That little... you still love him anyway tho🤷🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Vil Schoenheit + Apple Yogurt Pocky

initially, he'd refuse since pockies are sweets and he needs to watch his sugar if he wants to keep his model figure and his clear skin

but he supposes sugar is nice to enjoy every once in a while (especially if he gets to share it with you)

but THEN you ask him if he's ever heard of the pocky challenge before😈

"I have heard of it in passing but I don't know what is actually is, why?" he raises an eyebrow, recalling some comments from his fans talking about it after the Pocky commercial he was in

"Becauuuuse, I think you should do it with me." you blink at him innocently before going on to explain the rules and seeing his eyes widen 😌

"So, what you're saying is... If neither of us back out, we kiss?"

WAIT WHAT

You actually expected him to turn you down immediately and chew you out for even making the suggestion since you're just friends but this certainly took a turn for the better

"Precisely." you smirked

"Just so you know, I'm not one to back out once I set my mind onto something." he smirked back at you, taking out a pocky stick from the box and placing it in front of your mouth for you to bite onto

the stick slowly begins to get smaller as your lips inch closer to his and you grip the couch you're currently sat on nervously

You take another bite and suddenly feel his lips on yours🤭

SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCE-

"Oh? This is an interesting flavour~"

wait... you recognise that voice😨

"ROOK?!" the two of you separated and yelled at the same time, then turned your heads to see Rook casually enjoying your Pocky beside you

"Did you both enjoy the flavour as well?" Rook smiled innocently at you, taking out another one from the box

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath while you just sat there in shock🧍🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Idia Shroud + Sakura Pocky

being the candy enjoyer that he is, he would never turn down free pocky (especially not his favourite... which speaking of, how did you know that one is his favourite?)

(ortho supplied you with that information)

however, his smile dropped when you started talking about the challenge all of a sudden

and he became all red instead🤭

"You got all that?" you asked, waving the pocky stick in front of his face with an innocent smile

"D-Do I- Do I...."

babe, he cannot form a sentence right now, much less process anything you just told him. you cannot POSSIBLY expect him to give you a clear answer right now🙄

"Oh, do you not wanna do it? That's fine." you get up, ready to leave (you're doing this on purpose, manipulation is key😈)

but no, seriously, you weren't going to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with, and you kinda expected a reaction like this anyways😭

"N-No, No, I want to..." he grabs onto your sleeve awkwardly, literally shaking from embarrasment

you're actually kinda worried, will he even survive till the whole kiss part?

No time like the present to find out, you suppose

you place the pocky in your mouth, waiting for him to bite into the other end. he does and immediately screws his eyes shut, WAAAY too embarrased to look at you

the distance between the two of you slowly closes but when there's just a bit of the pocky stick left he lets go and immediately runs away, hair slightly red at the ends😫

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...." he whispers to himself over and over, thinking about how he almost kissed you just now

atleast he got to eat his favourite flavour...????

"Did it fail?" Ortho came out of his hiding spot and you nodded, pouting slighly☹️

"That's plan G crossed off the list. You wrote down '7 minutes in heaven' for plan H. Though I do not know what that is, I will assist you in any way I can."

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dadsbongos · 2 months

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CAN U PLSSSS WRITE A CUTE DENJI FIC OR HEADCANON/DRABBLE?? honestly idrc care which it is (obvi longer is preferred but i understand and am open to whatevs u give)

like about reader (fem) has a journal and in it she wrote about her dream dude, but like perfectly described denji and accidentally left it out and while they were hanging out or something cuz they besties he sees it and realized like "dude, that's me!" or something and then like a fluffy confession or something IDK that's just what i have sprinting through my brain rn 🤓

also maybe a lil kiss 🙏

thank you for giving me a denji idea... been fiending to write for him and just had 0 ideas

word count - 1.5 K / warnings - fem reader, not proofread!!, au where makima dies and denji just gets to be happy with special division 4 and they are familycore

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“And the point of this is…?”

“I dunno,” Himeno answers honestly, shrugging, “I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about someone from their partner.”

“None of us are dating,” Aki huffs, fingers itching over the protrusion of his lighter in his pocket.

“Their preference in a partner,” Himeno groans in annoyance, gesturing out to the collection of papers in front of each of you, “Besides, what else do we have to do right now?”

Fair question, no matter how junky the science behind Himeno's apparent reading, not one of you had anything better to do. A storm was raging outside the Hayakawa apartment, all of Special Division Four having pooled there before the clouds even rolled in. Before Kobeni could shyly crawl out from the rambunctious crowd, there was lightning and thunder and an ear-piercing flood warning blasting on the television.

So, Aki swallows the rest of his complaints and puts his head down with the rest of your division. His pencil sprawling over the paper Himeno slammed in front of him to describe his ideal significant other. A tedious task he's all too eager to bullshit through as soon as Himeno is finished staring down at him.

Denji is tapping the eraser of his pencil against the kitchen island, eyes straying around the living room. He worried his bottom lip between knifepoint teeth; only stopping when he tastes iron. Even Power has started writing.

Even you have begun writing. He wonders what you're writing. He wishes he could stretch his neck and take a peek without being obvious. He wishes he could read it at all.

Denji draws a stick figure that takes up a quarter of the page, dragging the lead back over the chest to add breasts. He glances at you through the side of his eye before adding hair and a small smile. And the black hair tie snug around your wrist even though he's only ever seen you lend it to Kobeni and Angel. Now he really can't avoid it: Denji has no idea how to write.

Hopefully he can just coast with a bland drawing and let everybody think he's as shallow as they probably already believe. But when he lifts his head to glimpse at everyone else's pages, Himeno is already freezing him solid with her icy glare. Denji tucks his chin to his chest and subtly twists in the island stool to look at your paper again.

Bullet points go five lines down the page; and the only thing he can make out is one of the few characters Aki’s taught Denji at his request:

愚か. Stupid.

Denji's eyes bounce back up to your face, eyes a little gooey and smile all soft. He knows that goofy look well, it's how he finds himself everytime he thinks about you. Before he can lose himself in that, he's jealous. You're making that lovestruck face over some stupid guy that Denji can't even write a strongly worded letter to.

Denji writes one of the other few things Aki has taught him. Your name with a bold arrow pointing down at the stick figure.

Then he erases it. He scrubs the pink bud over your name so hard he tears the paper in half. A loud shirrr dragging every eye to his hunched form, shoulders hiking higher over his face at the increased attention.

“Hark! The fool cannot even spell!” Power cackles, “Show me his words! Show me his mistake!”

“Power,” you chide, as though she's a fitful toddler and not a horrific Fiend, “Be nice. You can't write either.”

“Liar!” she points at you with a shaking finger.

Kobeni shyly taps Power on the shoulder before pointing at the paper overflowing with Power's manic ideals of a partner, “Anything else…?”

“Honesty!” she glares at you sharply, “And unwavering devotion!”

“Right…” Kobeni mutters unsurely, neglecting her own paper as she continues to scribble on Power's.

“Ignore her,” you scoot your stool closer to Denji and he manages to flip his page over before you can see the drawing, “Do you need help?”

He’s nodding before his mouth can even pop open, eventually he manages to sputter alongside it, “Yeah, yeah!” taking full advantage of his new opportunity to squish right against you at the island, “Can you write…”

Patiently, you await his request and he can feel his heart pumping in his throat every time you bat your lashes at him all sweetly. Your pen leaves jet black dots as it dips in your weak grasp, Denji has lots of words to describe you and all of them knot together on the tip of his tongue, tangled and lashing to fall from his lips at once.

Ultimately, he settles for the least descriptive, “Nice.”

“Someone nice,” you nod and scratch that onto his paper, “I like that.”

Denji feels his whole body go junky with sparks of electricity, blood boiling hot at how you feel comfortable enough to drag your paper into his full view. You point at your top bullet point, nail tacking loudly into the surface when his eyes don’t immediately stray from your face to the words below. Your bottom lip is sucked between your teeth as you study his reaction, leaning your face even closer to his.

Though you’re blurry and jumbled in his peripherals, Denji can still make out the upturn of your lips. He looks over the rest of the page, desperately searching for any other words he can make out and mold himself to. That, or cope and make up some ways in which he’s at least comparable to your dream man.

He can make out: Pretty.

Do you think Denji is pretty?

He sees another one he recognizes: 歯 -- teeth -- but there’s two characters before that he’s useless against.

Denji has teeth.

“Sharp,” you whisper into his ear, tingles raising along his pale flesh.

“Huh…?” Denji turns to look at you, heat rising far up to his ears.

An airy, almost delirious, giggle floats into his ears as you circle the two mysteries before teeth, “Sharp,” then you circle teeth, “Teeth. Sharp teeth.”

“You like guys with sharp teeth?”

“Love ‘em.”

Denji swallows harshly, shakily pointing to the next bullet point, “What’s that mean?”

農民を尊重する.

You press ever closer towards Denji, leaning your chin on his shoulder, “‘Respects farmers.’”

“I respect farmers…” he mutters dumbly, “I love their work.”

“I know you do.”

Denji blinks down at you, his thick lashes beating on his rosying cheeks and spiky teeth punching back into his lip. His breaths are short and hard, red overtaking his cheeks like a flustered little Kewpie doll. So precious and sweet, ready to crack beneath your palms. He’d trust you wholly, and you know you’d treat him well. He knows, too. You’re nice.

You laugh at his stunned face, posture rigid. The sudden shock making his shoulder jab up into your jaw uncomfortably -- you find it terribly charming.

“I like girls…” Denji sighs out in a tremble, eyes trailing down your face, “I like girls with soft lips.”

“Do you?” you inch closer, by now long forgetting the presence of your friends and colleagues in the apartment. Teasing is fun, but teasing Denji is just the best.

“Mhm.”

After an awkward pause, Denji follows the quiet hum with,

“Can I… kiss you?”

You nod against his shoulder, chin digging down into the bone. Denji stretches his neck to kiss you -- and your lips are even softer and more sugary than he imagined. His hands scratch out to cradle you to himself, continuously parched no matter how much of you he has to drink in. Warm hands and arms around you, clinging and wrapping and pulling. Wincing from the prickle of Denji’s teeth against your lip, you cinch a hand around the chest of his shirt and wrench it towards you -- pulling Denji closer along with it.

“You like me?” he utters against your lips.

Pulling back, you flip around your paper and sear your index nail around a very recognizable word, “My ideal partner. I was a little scared to share at first…”

Denji almost jumps right off the stool, ready to coop you in his arms and swing you around fully in front of his roommates and coworkers. Instead he laughs in full disbelief to himself, reaching down to squeeze your other hand in both of his. You’re briefly concerned he’s cutting off blood flow before the joy of his pure excitement overtakes that concern.

DENJI is big and plain over the very top of the page.

“What changed your mind?”

You snicker right into his ear and reach out to flip over Denji’s paper, torn at the top, “I could tell you felt the same, pretty boy.”

Denji squeezes your hand even tighter, giggling almost feverishly before he’s sliding off the stool, “Wanna go make out in my room?”

“Thanks for having the decency to move now,” an unpleasant sneer breaks Denji’s cloudy dream-turned-reality.

“Fuck you,” Denji hisses at Aki.

“I think it’s cute!” Himeno pushes at the back of Aki’s head, “Focus on yourself!”

You let Denji drag you from the kitchen island and towards his (and Power’s, not that she’ll be allowed in for the next however many hours) room.

“So, you really think ‘m pretty?” Denji’s voice teeters just on the edge of snarky, but his skittish, red frame speaks louder.

“Prettiest,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

The affection has him seconds away from blurting out an awkward, ill-timed: You’re really my dream girl.

#denji x reader #denji fluff #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x you #denji x fem reader

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naffeclipse · 5 months

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I absolutely adore every AU you come up with, but I was actually curious if you had already or were considering writing a traditional DCAxReader? Hopefully I can kick this art block soon because there is so much fanart I want to draw of your stories :) Hope your week is going well! (besides the roof disaster ^^;;;)

On another note... AUs are my brainrot and I keep thinking about that post about the large bed... and spoopy ghosts. Clipgeist? No running away from something that can follow you to the ends of the Earth. Poor Y/Ns just can't catch a break lol

I have a few canon stories with the DCA x Reader on my Ao3 but nothing as grand or long as my AUs! I do have a 'canon' story plotted but I don't know when I'll write it. Hopefully one day!

Ah, that's so exciting! I hope you can chisel that art block down hehe

It's going good (aside from the roof ;-;) I have this week of school before we go on break for Thanksgiving and it can't come soon enough!

Shaking your hand so hard rn!! I love AUs! And a spooky ghost one? Oh ho, I've always wanted to write a domestic monster scenario!

Perhaps Y/N moves into an old, old house with steep roofs, pointed arches above the windows and doors, and a lovely porch. It's two and a half stories tall (the half story is attic space under the roof rafters) with a four-story central spired tower! All dark wood and even darker interiors. You can't desire if it's Dracula's castle or a fairytale home for the happily ever-after-ed prince and princess. It's even got a secret underground tunnel! What more do you need when flipping a home? You love restoration and you intend to keep all its gothic charm while updating it to be, well, livable.

It's also incredibly cheap! Like, stupid cheap, for something that should be incredibly pricey for its prestige style and historical value. Not that you've ever looked a gift horse in the mouth, but even you have second thoughts before ultimately snatching up the house key.

The first night is always unsettling—maybe you hear a voice whisper in your ear despite it being dead silent and there's not a soul for miles, but you'll brush that off as getting spooked by old ghost stories your brain conjures up within the ornate decorated rooms.

From there, things get stranger and stranger still. Your paintbrush is moved and you know you didn't set it there because of the wet paint dripping onto the floor. The electricity is ever fickle, turning off at the most opportune moments during the night, like when you swear you saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, all thin and scraggly with a ghostly smile and an inhuman head framed with wavering energy that almost seems to glow like embers in the dark!

Still, you continue your repairs and restorations, sometimes softly talking to yourself out loud and talking to the house like it's a wounded animal you intend to restore back to its fittest with all the love you can pour out of your heart. Places need love, too.

The most obnoxious thing is that you can't access the tower—the door is always locked, and no matter what key you try, it refuses to budge. You don't dare risk causing damage by prying it open, but you swear you'll get into that tower one day. There's got to be treasure inside with how mysteriously it stands, just out of your reach. Though, you've mostly put it aside for now. Whenever you jingle keys in the lock, you swear you hear a voice grow angry with you, and the hallway becomes so cold you can see your breath.

So, yeah, you're saving that for later.

The pivotal moment of you even considering a haunting is one night when you find yourself overwhelmed and stressed from the ever-growing list of chores and how everything is falling apart faster than you can fix it. You dissolve on the living room floor into thick tears. You're usually so put together, even when alone. You hate crying. There's no one to hold you together except yourself, so why fall apart in the first place?

Your little moment of getting it out is interrupted when a quilt falls over your shoulders. A soft, heavy quilt of midnight skies and dotted pale blue stars that was never in this room.

You leap to your feet, quilt falling away, and call out in classic horror victim fashion, "Who's there?" but no one answers. In frozen terror, you stare at the room, expecting something, anything to jump out or scream at you, but it's so, so quiet. All is still, like apologetic comfort.

That couldn't have happened. No draft, no forgetfulness could explain how a quilt was draped over you as if by a concerned friend.

You stare at the quilt and decide that you've had a long day. You go to your room, unable to relax even once you're under the covers, feeling something cold and misty above your bed.

When you wake in the morning, that starry quilt is draped over your lying form. You did not put it there.

Something or someone else tucked it around you.

#haunting au #ghost!eclipse #clipgeist is so *mwah*#anyways what goes bump in the night but a haunting specter that may or may not vie for your affection #just don't go into the tower #hei-z-sky #naff writing

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k2ntoss · 2 months

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Hi, hi, hello <: first time sending an ask to anyone but I cant stop thinking of this rn and I feel like you'd appreciate the comedy of this. So like, this is definitely a more crackfic idea than anything, but I was just scrolling on amazon for Valentine's gift ideas and i found this, and the idea of gifting it to Jason?? peak comedy in my mind

Imagine lighting it right before he goes on patrol just to mess with him a little too...👀 I just think it has so much potential for so many shenanigans, y'know? 😁😁

(I've been lurking around for a lil bit, gotta say I love your writing btw, it's great)

PRETTY LATE BUT I'M HERE, i tried to write something nice for a few days but i just couldn't squeeze my brain. NOW, i feel so honored to be your first ask, it's just so special so i really hope my little drabble is enough <3 and thank you so much for your sweet words baby

at first you wanted to get jason a nice edition of one of his favorite books, one of those expensive pretty books with a hard cover and write a lovely letter to him but scrolling and looking around some pages that candle popped up and you just couldn't resist it so there were now five items on your shopping cart, the book, the candle and stuff to wrap everything up. ready for valentine's day and getting him a pretty surprise in which you worked in every night as he went out on patrol until the day before valentine.

for those who think jason isn't that much of a valentine's day enjoyer let me tell you how wrong you are, jason enjoys picking up things for you because he knows it makes you feel special and even if it turns out into being more of a commercial holiday jason knows taking people for granted is not a good think, it's so easy to lose your loved ones and he's in no way letting you go one day without knowing how much you mean to him. so as soon as you wake up you're met by a big and warm hug, a chaste kiss on your lips and a pretty gift box on your lap; jason looks at you with a wide smile when you open the box just to find that sweater you saw on a store a few weeks ago, the one you wanted to get but couldn't buy because you were on a rush "jay... you didn't had to, this is just perfect" and it's simple but there's just so much in the fact that jason had in mind how much you liked that sweater and kept it in mind for days.

"i had to, anything for my baby..." he says softly and a sweet chuckle escapes his lips when you kiss him, arms wrapped around his neck before letting go of him to stand up. jason's eyes are fixed on you, your figure moving around as you pick a gift box from the closet just to walk back to the bed, going to sit on his lap before placing your gift on his hands and looking at his reaction as he opens it, the smile on jason's lips as his hands caress the book before he picks up the letter and seeing his green eyes tear up a bit is just so heartwarming you can't help but to cup his face with one of your hands.

"you know? you're the best thing that has ever happened to me" he says, a soft giggle slipping through jason's lips as he looks up to hide the small tears that are pooling on his lashline and it makes you nod "i think you've said it a few times before" and it makes you smile when he leans into your touch, nuzzling his face against your palm. suddenly, you remember there's still one more box you have for him and you stand up all of the sudden to go get it and he looks curiously at you when you turn around, holding the box and smiling widely.

"what do you have there?" jason asks, a small grin on his face as he sits straight on the bed before looking to the screen of his phone. it was almost time for him to go get ready for patrol, late in the evening he is just waiting to have a little more time with his lover. "it's a little surprise for both of us but by the look on your face i guess you have to start gearing up, right?" you ask before placing the small box on the edge of the bed "you can start, it's a small surprise so i can show you while you get ready" and the smile on your lips mixed with your soft tone makes him feel so lucky to have someone as patient and understanding as you by his side.

he nods happily, getting out of bed to start pacing around the room while leaving soft pecks on your cheeks and temples when he walks next to you, small playful kisses on your lips when he stands in front of you to start changing his clothes. jason is being specially sweet and playful today and it just fuels the need to use that little new gift, it's just something you can't help but think when jason is stripping in front of you just to get into his black compression shirt and the tactical pants that just make his body look even hotter. as he starts putting onto his armor you sit, legs crossed on the bed as your hands hold the box with a wide smile "so can i steal your attention a little now?" and jason turns his head around to look at you before nodding, going to stand in front of you.

your hands toy a little with the pretty bow to open the box, revealing the not so small candle and the label on it and jason's face is a mix between a poem and a stream of ideas of how it can end up "babe– how do you plan on using that?" he asks, a low laugh escapes his lips and it sounds like a growl because of the ideas popping on his head "well, i think the idea is pretty clear" the playful smirk on your lips is driving him crazy but he has to go on patrol "are you gonna wait for me to come back? i'll try to be extra quick" and his voice sounds so excited, because it's what was missed to make this valentine's day the perfect one.

"extra quick? i wouldn't want you to get in troubles, jay..." you start but you know damn well he is going to insist "no, i will be back before you even notice" he rushes before leaning in to kiss your lips in a firm and deep touch, hands on your hips to push your body a little into the matress and any idea of making him go with his full patrol vanishes when he bites your bottom lip and grunts a little into your mouth.

he pulls away, triumphant smile on his face before he walks out of the room to get his helmet and you rush to put the candle on the little night stand next to your bed before lithing it in the exact same moment jason sets a foot back on the room, stopping on his tracks as soon as the smell of vainilla hits his nose "sweetheart..." he starts but his first instinct is to pick his phone up to call dick.

if he was going to ask for a favour he was going to make it worth it, you lit the candle and he really couldn't think of anything else to do. probably the best gift for you both because it could help him expend more time with you.

"dick, c'mon! i'll do anything you want me to, i swear it's important" you can hear his voice and the urge on his tone as he speaks on the phone "it's not my fault i actually have a valentine's date!"

it makes you chuckle because it only lets you know how much he wanted to accomplish what you were asking him and to wait a little for him your eyes drift to the label just to find out the candle could be used in a few more ways than just start an encounter.

"it's a dinner date, okay? we made reservations!" jason sounds almost desperate at this point.

"jay! it's a body wax candle! can we try wax play?" you ask, not even noticing your voice could be heard through his phone.

"so dinner date, huh? i don't want the details, i'll cover you with bruce"

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coveredinsweetpea · 2 years

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body shots [eddie munson x reader]

A/n: I wrote a very similar fic to this one about another character a while ago but I'm a sucker for this trope so I had to write one for Eddie too!! (kinda insecure!eddie for this one)

Summary: you're the popular girl. what happens when at a party you decide to finally approach Eddie, after you've liked him for years? (spoiler alert: jason is at this party) 3.1k

Warnings: yeah, none really. bullying maybe, and jason (he deserved his own warning), does licking Eddie's chest tattoo need a warning? and also alcohol consumption, but that's it really :)

also im reposting it rn bc it refuses to show up in the tags????? im gonna scream ugH

"Come on, Eddie," you smiled. As much as you'd have liked to just grab his hand and drag him to the middle of the room with you to dance, you knew better than that. So you kept your distance, looking at him longingly and hoping that this wasn't actually the colossal mistake that it was shaping up to be. "Dance with me"

"I-" he sighed and leaned his head to the side. "I can't- I'm not one of you guys"

"What does that mean?" you pouted.

You could tell this was consuming him, and it made you feel annoying, but you got so far. It took all your confidence to approach him and now you weren't going to back away, not without a blunt rejection to help you move on.

"I saw you dancing earlier with your friends, I'm not like that. I can't just like... do that"

"The only difference between you and my friends, Eddie, is that they wanted to dance with me. Why do you keep saying that you can't? You can say that you don't want to, and that's ok, you know?"

"I-" he started to speak but then shut his mouth and looked away.

He was fiddling with the Megadeth patch on his vest - it had been sloppily sown into the material and judging by how Eddie tugged at it, by the end of the night, it would definitely come off entirely.

You waited for him to answer. You saw him nervous, his eyes scanning the room and his lips dry as he chewed them. You didn't want to push him but god you didn't want to leave without him either.

"I don't know, Y/n, I don't even know what I'm doing at this party. I wasn't even invited, I came with a friend and he disappeared a while ago. No one really wants me here"

"I do" you beamed and stepped into his line of sight. "I want you here"

"You're just like-" Eddie laughed as he looked away, "The nicest person ever so that doesn't count"

"I am a nice person, yeah, thanks for noticing" you giggled, "But I'm not nice enough to take time out of my day to walk around and make sure everyone feels welcome, you know?"

Eddie frowned a bit and his smile faltered. "Then why are you here?"

"Because I like you? And I thought this was going to be much easier, but I feel like I already annoyed you"

Too many questions came into his mind at once. What exactly did you mean, you liked him? No, that couldn't be it. His cheeks were on fire and it was that goddamn thing his heart did whenever he got nervous. It was a rare occurrence so he didn't really know what to do. Still fidgeting with the patch, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other - trying to figure out what to say. He couldn't really say he liked you too, could he? He did, he adored you, and you sounded so honest when you said it, but his brain refused to let him believe it. Eddie, don't be a dumbass, he told himself. But even so, he didn't want to let you leave thinking he dislikes you.

"You're not annoying," he eventually said. "But you don't mean that, Y/n, you don't really like me"

"Why do you say that?" you frowned.

"I mean, you don't know me, do you? We talked like 3 times in the 5 years we've known each other, what's there to like?"

Oh, the hypocrisy, he thought to himself. What an idiot you are, Eddie.

Now it was your turn to get nervous. The couple of beers you had earlier only helped so much. "I don't know, Eddie, if you want me to list the things I like about you, you best believe I'm gonna start with the fact that you can climb on top of the tables in the cafeteria and make a scene in front of the whole school, but now that it's just me, you can barely get a word out"

"Shit-"

"Eddie, I think you like me too. I think that if you didn't, you'd have told me to fuck off before I even got a word out"

"Y/n..."

"You can still do that. So, you know what? That's it. You either tell me to leave you alone, or you come dance with me. Right now. Whatever you want, I'll respect your decision"

Again, there were so many things he wanted to say. He felt like an idiot, he came off as an idiot, but still, there you were, all a smile, a hopeful smile, waiting for him to get his shit together.

"Does it really have to be dancing?"

"No!" you beamed and grabbed his hand into both of yours, "We can do whatever you want! We can go taunt the football team and drink them under the table. Or we can bully the DJ, get him to play whatever we want"

Eddie shook his head amused, "Yeah, sure. Both sound good to me"

"Ok, good, but first, let's get a drink, you know, while we plan"

"Of course, yeah"

As you guided Eddie through the sea of dancing people, you got too lost in your thoughts, too happy about how the evening was turning out, too eager to sit down with him and just talk; too distracted to notice the commotion. You didn't notice Jason to the side, or the people he shoved away in order to get to you. You only noticed him when he spawned himself in front of you, making you nearly bump into his chest.

But you saw him in time and abruptly stopped, bumping back into Eddie instead. This, you didn't mind.

"Hey there, beautiful" Jason grinned, licking his lips as he looked down at you. "Thought you left"

"Yeah, I didn't" you said and tried to walk past him. You managed to get a step in before he stopped you, and it was enough for him to see you were holding Eddie's hand.

"Oh! Oh, what's this? Is this who you're hanging out with now?" Jason laughed and pointed at Eddie who looked like if he could teleport himself out of there, he would.

You squeezed his hand harder into yours and moved to stand closer to him.

"Yes, and I don't see how it concerns you"

"Don't be like that, I thought we had history"

You didn't have to look at Eddie to know what face he made.

"Jason, if you think that you showing up at my house to pick up Chrissy and hitting on me while she gathered her stuff means we have history, then I'm sorry, but you need professional help"

"Ouch," he frowned. He wasn't really offended, your words just made him want to push you further. "You don't have to be like this, gorgeous" he said and went to grab a strand of your hair. But he didn't get to. Eddie's hand flew up just in time to grab his wrist and stop him from touching you.

"Watch it, man," Eddie said calmly.

"Oh, the freak speaks!" Jason chuckled, forcing his hand out of Eddie's hold. "Careful, Y/n, he might put a curse on you"

"Jesus, Jason" you rolled your eyes. "Can you stop wasting my time? Please? If you have something you wanna say, just say it"

He didn't like this. Bullying wasn't so fun when you held your ground. Out of options, Jason turned to Eddie. The weak link, he thought.

"I just have one question," he grinned, walking impossibly close. "Was she your first kiss?"

"Oh my god" you scoffed, and forced yourself in-between them. Had Eddie not been this quick to react, your fist would've connected with Jason's nose, most likely knocking him out.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, it's ok!" Eddie said as he pulled you away.

"No, it's not!"

"Why do you care what he thinks?"

"I don't give a shit what he thinks, but I won't let him talk to you like that, Eddie!"

He softened up. "Y/n, it's alright, I pro-"

"Hey, Munson!" Jason interrupted him, "What's it like being the pussy of this relationship? It's so very clear she's the one wearing the pants, you wimp"

"Listen, man" Eddie sighed, "I have no idea what you're trying to achieve, it's obviously not working. Stop bothering people, no one cares what you have to say. But if you really are so dead set on embarrassing yourself, next time I'm not gonna stop Y/n from hitting you, alright?"

"Oh, so you need a little girl to fight your battles for you?"

"I don't know, man" Eddie shrugged, "How many girls would fight your battles for you?"

You didn't even get a chance to cheer before Jason erupted.

"That's it, you freak!" he screamed and lunged at Eddie.

Thankfully, and much to your surprise, Eddie dodged the hit and was ready to at least try to parry the second blow when one of Jason's friends got in-between them.

"God, Eddie, where did that come from?" you giggled. You were both too absorbed with one another to pay attention to the crowd that had formed around you.

"I mean, you said it yourself" Eddie grinned, "I'm unhinged, it's just you I can barely talk to"

"Hey, loser!" Jason yelled again, and this time, interrupted yet again, both you and Eddie turned around rolling your eyes.

"I figure-" Jason continued. "Why get myself in trouble by kicking your ass when I can just watch you embarrass yourself?"

"Yeah" Jason's friend butted in. "Why don't you take your sweet little girlfriend and go put on a show for us?"

Eddie blinked in confusion and you sighed. "What are you talking about?"

"How about you two go and do some body shots, hm? I think everyone wants to see this, isn't that right?"

The crowd erupted into cheers, chanting for you and Eddie.

"You have serious problems, Jason" you shook your head in disbelief.

He, smug as ever, walked up to you and lowered his tone so that only you and Eddie could hear. "I wanna see Munson throw up when he has to take his shirt off"

"Jesus, there's no chance we-"

"Why not?" Eddie cut you off. "I don't mind"

"Eddie, we don't have to-"

"What?" he grinned. "You don't wanna do body shots with me?"

A proud and devious smile crept up on your lips, "After you, then"

"Ok then"

Eddie grabbed your hand and led you to the bar. The crowd parted so that you could pass while you could barely manage to hide the enthusiasm that was threatening to burst out of you.

Once at the bar, Eddie nonchalantly grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. "Who goes first?"

"I don't know" you laughed, still in shock with the sudden turn of events.

"Ok, then" Eddie smiled after pouring the drinks. He set the bottle aside and took off his leather jacket and vest. He was calm and confident, not showing any signs of the shyness that controlled him earlier. With his eyes trained on yours, he fisted the back of his collar and elegantly pulled the Hellfire Club shirt over his head.

They shouldn't have surprised you, the tattoos scattered across his chest, but they did. They made your mouth water. You wanted to touch them, to touch him, but you had to snap out of it. Not now, you told yourself.

After fixing his hair, Eddie climbed on top of the bar and sat down. "Where do you want it?" he asked, waving the salt around.

"I can't decide" you laughed and snatched it from his hand. "Lay down"

He did so. He grabbed a slice of lemon and leaned back on the bar, his whole body on full display for you and everyone else in the room.

Girls that would have never otherwise looked in his direction were now gawking and giggling to one another, while Jason sat to the side and cursed everyone left and right.

"Whenever you're ready" Eddie announced.

"Can I.. can I do something?"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart"

You took a deep breath, and pushed yourself up on the bar too, threw one leg over his body and straddled his hips. Your hands found his waist and his' found your thighs as you sat and wondered where to put the salt.

Not wanting to seem unsure of yourself, you took a deep breath and poured it over the tattoo on the left side of his chest. You were fairly satisfied with your decision, but still felt like you were missing out. So, in the spur of the moment, you dropped some onto his abdomen as well, and then looked up at him. "The lemon"

Eddie nodded and placed it between his teeth.

As you lowered yourself and started licking your way up his abdomen, you looked up - he was looking at the ceiling, but his chest was violently rising and falling. It was good to see him flustered as well.

As your tongue made its way across his chest, over the inked skin above his nipple, you felt his whole body tense under your weight.

With the salt on your tongue, salt that somehow managed to taste sweet now that it came off of his skin, you pushed yourself up and downed the shot. The alcohol burned its way down your throat and it wasn't lemon that you wanted to use to drown the bitterness. But those were the rules, so with your heart beating out of your chest, you closed the distance between your lips and gently grabbed the lemon slice with your teeth.

Your eyes fluttered close, but not before catching a glimpse of the smile that curled his lips. Eddie didn't easily let go of the lemon, and you didn't really want to fight him for it either. Your lips were touching and your bodies were pressed together, you wanted this more than anything. But with all the people watching, you gathered yourself and bit down on the lemon, snatching it from between his teeth.

Your friends cheered you on and you burst into laughter as Eddie started to sit up. He wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you off the bar, settling you on your feet.

"I want another one" you said as you threw the lemon peel away.

"No one's stopping us, sweetheart, but now it's your turn"

"Fair enough"

Eddie seemed somehow uncomfortable when you started taking your shirt off, and the fact that he tried to look anywhere else other than your breasts burned a whole into your chest. It also had you rubbing your thighs together; hot, crazy and polite? You were in deep.

"Ok" you shook your head after throwing your shirt onto the floor and climbing on the bar.

You were about to lay down just like he did, but Eddie stopped you with a firm grip on your waist. He kept you at the edge of the bar, and placed himself between your legs.

Your feet met behind his back and you leaned back with the salt still in your hand.

If he had been sweet enough to let you choose where you wanted the salt to go on his body, you decided it was time for a change. Without asking for his opinion, you poured it all over your cleavage, feeling your core tighten when most of the salt rolled between your breasts.

Without leaving his spot between your legs, Eddie leaned to the side and picked up a slice of lemon. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin, "Open up"

You obeyed without a single ounce of doubt.

He placed the lemon between your teeth and then used his thumb to help you close your mouth around it.

You kept your head up as he leaned down and started licking the salt on your chest. He was shy at first, but it took him only about a second to grab your waist to hold you in place as he sank his tongue between your breasts. He licked your skin, whether there was any salt there or not, he didn't care, he licked and he kissed and then made his way up your chest.

When you were face to face and it was time for him to take the shot, you watched him closely as he did so, and right before he went in to grab the lemon, you leaned your head back exposing your neck.

Unable, and unwilling to restrain himself, Eddie let his lips trail up your jugular, along your jaw, and then cupped your cheeks with both his hands as he snatched the lemon from your teeth.

He barely sucked any of the juice out before taking it out of his mouth and throwing it away. He was too eager to wrap his arms around you again and pick you up.

The crowd was alive. Everyone was screaming and chanting his name. You didn't surprise anyone, he did. "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!"

"You're not one of us, huh?"

"Shut up" he laughed and handed you your shirt.

You both got dressed as everyone kept watching, and after taking your eyes off of Eddie for just a second, when you saw him again, 3 girls had surrounded him.

Not in the mood of any more games, you walked over to them.

"... maybe like give us your phone number?" one of them giggled, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

"I'm sorry, ladies, the train has left the station. This bad boy's taken"

"Yeah sure, but you know, if things don't work out...". Her wink was what sent you.

"Nah, I've been waiting for this since 9th gr- ah, there she is!"

Much to the girl's disgust, Eddie wrapped an arm around your shoulders and waved at them as they left, rolling their eyes.

As soon as they were at a safe distance, he pulled away from you and fanned his face and neck.

"Did they make you nervous?"

"No" he shook his head. "You did"

"When can I expect you to use that charm of yours on me too, then?" you giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You could tell it was getting difficult for him to breathe so you decided to pull away but he stopped you. "I'm trying," he said. "Words just don't come to me when you look at me like that"

"Like what?"

"Like this" he shook his head. "I don't know... I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Stop it, don't be sorry, I take it as a compliment"

"How about we go get some alcohol in me so maybe I can start complimenting you using actual words?"

"Sure" you laughed. "Let's go"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Speaking of a hot wife

Can you write a little blurb where Rossi joins the team and Spencer’s gf walks out of the room for something.

And Rossi is eyeing her and Hotch goes “that’s dr Reid’s wife”

this is my favorite thing rn and i wrote this and then realized it wasn't really what you wanted so lmk if you want me to redo it

Rossi's still settling into being back at the BAU a few cases in. It's different than it was when it was just him and Jason, and he's just figuring out the differences aren't all bad.

He has been writing a little list of facts about each member of the team. If he thought Aaron was secretive, he wasn't prepared for Doctor Reid, whose facts were all detectable after talking to him for a few minutes.

Until he's getting coffee- that he didn't need so late- in the kitchenette one evening, chatting with Morgan about Chicago sports teams.

Y/n walks through the glass doors, sees Morgan instead of her husband, and walks over to the only two people on the floor.

She's gorgeous, there's no doubt about it, probably everyone's type with a flattering outfit and flawless makeup and hair, but it's more than that. It's how she carries herself like she's walking on a cloud, confident and smiles warmly.

"Hey, D." She greets him, tiptoeing to hug him.

"Hey, Mrs." He replies.

She laughs before turning to Rossi, holding out his hand to shake his. "I'm Y/n."

Rossi knows he should have figured Mrs. Morgan would be attractive. A girl like her would be into someone flirty and handsome like Derek Morgan. Even then she's still probably out of his league.

"David Rossi." He introduces himself.

"He's with Garcia." Morgan directs her before Rossi can ask any more questions.

Y/n nods, giving them both a wave goodbye before disappearing back out the doors. He avoids looking at her ass as she walks out, considering her husband's right next to him.

"Your wife?" Rossi confirms, unsure about why she'd be looking for Spencer since Hotch is in his office and they're the only few people left there.

Morgan shakes his head. "Not mine." He replies, taking a sip of his coffee while the news computes in Rossi's brain.

"Reid's!?" He finally asks after a moment, confirmed by a nod from Morgan who's smirking. "No way." It doesn't make a lot of sense to him. Spencer's not bad looking but he's awkward as hell and Rossi can't imagine him dating let alone being married, and definitely not to someone so attractive.

"I know." Morgan agrees with what he's thinking. "We were all surprised, but Pretty Boy's got game."

So Rossi knows what to put on Spencer's list: Hot wife

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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Imagine what the first kiss between you and Dottore would be like, especially if it was back in your akademiya days. I'm just imagining Akademiya!Dottore being shy about it, it's his and your first kiss, and you have to initiate it while he's mentally freaking out for once in his life (all flustered in front of you).

You'd tease him about it every chance you could get, bonus if it's when you're having an intimate moment that involves you guys kissing!!!

Omg this one is so cute!! I could imagine Akademiya!Dottore being all blushy blushy. I see him as someone who's not familiar feelings. He's most likely someone who thinks logically but then you came along. And his feelings for you is something that couldn't be explained with logic and he gets so frustrated and confused. I couldn't help myself but to write a little something <3

Can't work on fics rn I have exams to study for. So to make up for that, I hope these little drabbles inspired by y'all's brain rot will do for now :')

You went to where the letter told you to meet up and it led you to a cliff. You pushed some giant leaves out of your sight and the view in front of you had you in awe.

You could see the Akademiya standing tall and proud in the distance. City lights were lit up, illuminating the streets of Sumeru city. And the sky... there were countless of stars up there, staring back down at you.

As you walked closer to the cliff, that's when you saw your best friend—Zandik, pacing back and forth.

What's this? You thought.

This was an unusal behavior from him. You thought he'd be back in his dorms; pulling an all nighter to study. And not here at the cliff.

You picked up your pace and called out to him, "Zandik!"

He perked up at the sound of your voice and he smiled a bit at you, "Ah, good, I was worried you didn't see my letter."

"Well, it was placed right on my desk with big red letters written on the envelope. It would be near impossible to miss it," you said as you held the envelope up. The words "To (Y/n) from Zandik (must read!)" were scrawled onto it, judging by the messy hand writting. If it were for the countless time of you copying his notes, you would've never learnt how to make out what he's written down.

"Soo, what is this "problem" that you needed help solving?"

It was surprising to you that he needed help with something. With how intelligent he was, you thought he would never ask for help at all.

"Oh, right." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper along with a pen, handing it to you.

"Take a look at this. I, uh, couldn't seem to figure out how to solve this..."

You took the paper and the pen and looked at it.

"Solve i,

"9x- 7i < 3 (3x -7u)"

...Huh?

Of all the things you could've think of, you didn't expect it'd be this.

You looked at him with a raised brow. This was just some simple algebra. Something that he definitely didn't need help with. But oh well, you wouldn't turn down the oppertunity to help him.

"Okay, let's see..."

You went to the nearest tree trunk that you could find and used it as a support to write on the paper, began to solve the equation. After a while, you were done and smiled in triumph as you looked at the answer.

"This is way to easy! No need to thank me—" As you were about to give him back the paper, you blinked and looked at the answer again.

"i <3 u"

I... heart you?

You looked at Zandik and he was looking at anything but your eyes. His hands were fidgeting with his clothing. Realizing what was happening, you smirked and leaned closer to him.

"Hmm... why do you look so nervous, Zandik?" You asked in a soft voice, with a hint of playfulness in your words.

"I-I'm not nervous! Ha, you're c-clearly delusional if you think I, uh, look nervous," he spoke.

You leaned back and placed a hand under your chin, "Really? Then why are you shaking?”

“It’s cold out.”

“Uh huh.” You were trying your best to hold your laugh in. He looked so adorable right now… The way his cheeks went from pale to a rosey red. It didn’t help they looked so squishy either. This might be a risky move, but you decided to go for it and test the waters.

Your face got closer to his, as you did that he let out a gasp. His cheeks got even redder if that was even possible, at the close proximity shared between the two of you. Your noses were inches apart and your gaze was solely focusing on him. Once you saw he didn’t pull back and stayed still, you began to lean in even more. He subconsciously copied your movements as well. Just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and smirked at how red he looked.

“I believe… you have something you wanted to say to me first?”

His face scrunched up in embarrassment. He looked away and mumbled, “I… you…”

Even if you couldn’t hear him, you still knew what he said. But being the tease that you were, you wanted him to say it again in a clearer voice.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you… Would you look at me and say it again?” You asked, with a coy smile on your face.

He grumbled and took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze with yours.

“I… I love you.”

You smiled and placed both of your hands on his cheek. They were a lot more softer than you have imagined them to be.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

Feeling satisfied, you closed the gap between the two of you. Giving him his long-awaited kiss.

“I love you too, you silly goose.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #dottore #genshin impact #genshin x yn #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbinger x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui #fatui dottore

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silverskye13 · 2 months

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Hey!! I have another sorta kinda worldbuilding question,,,, and it may be bc I'm trying to figure out more abt the helsmets I made,,, 👉👈 but how did u figure out like. how the characters link to / travel to and from their hermits? I am trying to figure that out in particular w a couple of em that I made but I am simply lying on the floor with an empty brain and no ideas

Oooo your helsmet OCs

Unfortunately! I don't have too many hard and fast rules for it. I can give you my thought process, if that helps?

I made Helsknight's back and forth first, because its established in canon he can travel between worlds [though I think it's implied to be difficult. I think he came through the nether the first time.] But when I first started writing for Hels/Wels, I was writing Helsknight as more like,,, a set of intrusive thoughts that gets more solid in the dark -- a bit like how you get grimmer thoughts when you're tired. He was a presence that sometimes got firm enough to manifest. Then when I started working on RnS, it seemed logical he would slip through shadows. As Welsknights "dark thoughts", as his "dark side", it made sense to me that he is almost literally Welsknight's shadow, and can use those shadows to fall back and forth. He has more freedom of movement than most helsmets because Welsknight plays on a lot of worlds, and Helsknight can go where he's been [as any good shadow does].

For Tango/Tanguish, I liked the idea of a mirror or reflection. They started the story very close, and there is a fondness there that you sometimes get when you look in a mirror. And given Tango was looking for a friend -- I dunno, your reflection is such a recognizable thing. The connection made sense to me. So they can kind of fall through to each other -- but only where each other is, because you can't really have a reflection unless you're there to cast it. It's more rooted by proximity.

And then some helsmets I think have no access to their other halves. The Demon wants nothing to do with Impulse -- Impulse is a threat to him. Impulse is probably the only person in the world he truly, deeply fears, because he sees in Impulse the potential for his undoing. It's that fear and aversion that drives him not being able to travel. He doesn't want to glimpse his hermit in any aspect of his life, and it's rooting him in place.

If you're trying to build your own unique ways for travel, I might try breaking it down like that for your characters. Would they want access to their other half, or vice versa? What are they to their other half? Are they a shadow, a dark reflection, two sides of the same coin, etc? Are they an idea that drowns their other half [travel exclusively through water] or are they maybe a passion, or anger [stepping through fire]? Do they have unlimited access, or can they only come when called? Or can they go places their other half can't follow, reflecting the idea that their other half feels trapped, but they're free to roam? Etc. etc. etc.

#answering asks #yayforstuffs #excited to see what you come up with!#sorry if the questions are a little overwhelming -- asking questions is how i get ideas #most of my worldbuilding involves going 'what if' and 'how about' and 'why' until something sticks #rns asks

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worriedvision · 2 years

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So uhhh how about maybe a tighnari x reader where the reader is a sibling of dottore's and they find out about his real work through a slip of the tongue (this is when they're an adult). They pursue becoming a doctor, and they decide to apply to Sumeru as well as other areas where they can train, and they get into Sumeru. Somehow they meet, chaos ensues when things are discovered

This is gonna be fun to write.

Translation: prepare to get hurt lol

Reader is gender neutral, please correct me if I slip up BC my brains like mush rn.

Got long af so I'm gonna do a second part lol

You never got on with your brother, finding him incredibly creepy. Sure, you were siblings, but something felt really dodgy about him. It didn't fade away at any point either, in fact it got even worse when he finished his education and somehow managed to get work for the Fatui.

You had assumed he was simply a medic, giving the bare minimum care to soldiers if they got wounded. Sure, it wasn't his idea of interesting, but at least he wasn't responsible for the care of vulnerable people who he could take advantage of.

Well, you found out he was experimenting on people who had less than ideal circumstances. See, he had been talking to a communication decide, and you overheard him documenting the age and condition of the 'new admissions'. Peering around the corner, you see the way his mouth just cracks into the most horrific grin. You just know he's trying to hold back laughter.

You never really knew what to do with your life, but you did try in school, achieving good qualifications to fit in wherever you deemed fit.

Now, however, you feel the sudden urge to become a doctor. Not like your evil brother, but rather a doctor that helps heal others, a doctor with a good reputation and an approachable exterior. Deciding to apply for courses, you go for Sumeru, Fontaine and Liyue. You already knew Sumeru would be near impossible to get into with how world renowned it was, you hoped to get into either Liyue or Fontaine.

When you receive the letter of acceptance from Sumeru, you manage to hold back your squeal of joy at the sight. Attached to the letter was a book you were to read up on. You flick through the pages, recognising one of the conditions to be one your brother was fixated on. You feel compelled to specialise in this reading, taking in all the information you can before you were to head off. Your mother thinks you're simply moving to Sumeru for some work, and she doesn't bar an eye when you leave.

You decide to take a detour from the usual route, figuring you may as well enjoy what other parts of Teyvat had to offer. Mondstadt, for example, felt like a getaway in comparison to your homeland. That wasn't exactly surprising, considering you had to deal with your brother's less than sane speeches.

Liyue was freeing as well, but in a more controlled manner than that of Mondstadt. You wished you left a day earlier, that way you would have been able to truly appreciate all the world had to offer.

However, you figure you may as well step foot into Sumeru. You navigate through the Chasm with someone who has the time to assist, you paying them respectfully with Mora before you head through into Sumeru.

To your surprise, you are met with a beautiful forest setting. Your mouth can't help but fall open, somehow able to keep ahold of your bag. You zone out for a bit, and you think you hear someone try to rouse you.

"Hello?" You hear a soft voice, a gloved hand waving across your face. You shake your head, promptly apologising before turning your attention to a beautiful looking man. His eyes peer into you, as if he asked you a question.

"Oh, sorry." You start. "I'm due to start a course soon at- uh sorry, one moment please-" you pause, pulling out your letter as well as the book you had been gifted. The man peers over your shoulder, and he lets out a sound of acknowledgement.

"Ah, what a coincidence." He responds. "I have to go into the city for work, I'll guide you." He nods, face still calm.

"...I would like to know who you are before trusting you with my safety." You half joke, the man smiling softly for a moment before he composed himself.

"You may call me Tighnari. I am a forest watcher." He explains. You begin to introduce yourself, only for him to recall your name. "I did see your letter, after all." He explains, smiling when you nod dumbly after realising he wasn't some sort of creep who knew all about you.

The walk wasn't very eventful, but Tighnari kept looking over at the book in your hand. You realise he's curious about the contents, and you hand it over. He looks over at you, surprised you were allowing him to read your book.

"I noticed you looking." You smile, Tighnaris ears twitching slightly. "I've already read through the book, so I think I can survive without it by my side all the time."

Tighnari nods, and he looks up to see the city entrance. Taking a deep breath, he walks up, you next to him.

When you find out you were to get a device of sorts attached to you, your mind already begins to dread the reaction you'd get if people realise you were your brother's sibling. Reluctantly, you do so, and thankfully neither of the people in front of you react. Taking a breath of relief, you walk with Tighnari, him leading you to the building you were to report to.

'Keep an eye on that one.'

After talking to Tighnari more, he asks if you would be interested in staying in the forest. Of course, you had some limits, but he told you there was someone that you both would benefit from being around. Eagerly nodding, you begin walking with Tighnari only to overhear a discussion between a parent and someone you didn't like the look of.

"Your son will be safe with us, rest assured." You hear the other person say. You tell Tighnari you'll catch up, and you make eye contact with the parent. Thankfully, it's discrete enough that the other person didn't suspect anyone was listening in. You shake your head, mouthing the words 'dont do it'.

"Thank you for the offer, I truly appreciate it." The parent starts. "However, I must turn this down."

The person sighs, clearly frustrated because this parent didn't fall for the trap that others did. You hide behind a crate, waiting until the other person is away and knocking on the door. They see you, and they demand an answer.

"I have reason to believe your son would be taken advantage of if you were to hand him over." You explain. "Was this organisation the Fatui, by any chance?" You ask after getting a look of confusion. The parent nods, and you can't help but feel relieved you overheard the transaction. "Believe me, their intentions are not pure." You finish, the parent staring at you as they take the information in.

"But my son's condition is complex." The parent queries.

"If you would like, I can keep an eye on your son's condition." You begin. "I started a course on this condition. If you like, you can check me."

The parent does so, and they nod slowly. It's like they're debating on something, but you brush it off. They thank you, accepting the offer and wishing you a safe journey home.

The walk back felt tense, for lack of a better word.

Tighnari had an expression of unease, staring ahead and not responding when you asked him if he found the book useful. After you look at him out of concern, he closes his eyes in thought before stopping.

"The book was insightful." He bluntly explains before walking ahead.

You have a feeling he's been told something, but you know better than to ask him to just tell you.

You are introduced to Collei, who takes interest in you immediately. You don't disclose where you're from, knowing from her history that she would fear you simply because of your origins. Collei can't help but laugh when she notices you look over at master Tighnari with a look that wasn't purely professional, stifling it when Tighnari raises a brow, asking her what was so funny.

Following her patient journey was certainly enlightening. For whatever reason, Tighnari informed you right before Collei woke up about the Fatui and what they did to her, and you remember the disgusting way your brother took joy in recording the patients he received on that day.

Collei never mentioned it, and you decided you wouldn't press her on it. The time she jolted after you brushed past her, you understood completely, apologising to her at the exact same time she did to you.

Tighnari started trusting you, but he didn't like the fact you never disclosed to him personally your relation to 'the doctor'. He waited, hoping you would tell him soon enough, only to become frustrated when it didn't happen.

One night, you three were out on a job, and Tighnari was asleep, Collei sitting with you while you examined her. Hearing someone in the distance, you look over to see a ginger haired man wave you over.

"Who's that?" Collei asks, you thinking of a good excuse to figure it out yourself.

"Oh, that's one of the parents of the patients I look after." You smile to make it convincing. "I'll be back in just a moment. If something happens, call me over."

You walk over, the man smiling and going along with the act until he was certain nobody else was paying attention.

"You're going to need to come with me." The man starts.

"And who are you go tell me so?" You bite back, the man chuckling lightly at your response.

"Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui harbingers."

He takes note of how your eyes widen.

"Your brother really doesn't appreciate the lack of patients he's getting from Sumeru, and it started after you moved out." He explains. "He's going to start looking for you personally."

"Oh, thats certainly interesting!" You smile, Tartaglia sighing out.

"Listen, if you come with be back to the Fatui, we will train you to be whatever you want." He tries to convince you.

"I'd rather die." You say without hesitation. Tartaglia raises a brow. "I don't care what the Fatui can give me, I don't want to be associated with my brother's line of work."

Tartaglia rubs the back of his head, awkwardly looking away.

"Listen, you don't have much of a choice." Tartaglia sighs out.

"Give me a week to reconsider, please." You might as well try, right? After all, you knew this guy had siblings, and he would protect them to the best of his ability. Plus, the phrasing implied you would eventually fall into their hands.

"...Fine." he admits defeat. "You aren't gonna put up a fight if I were to deny you that anyway."

Returning back to camp, you see Tighnari glaring holes into you. Letting out a shaky sigh, you wave in hopes of him reciprocating it.

The fact he didn't let you know he heard most of the conversation.

You sit down, looking over at Collei who was sound asleep. Tighnari leans over, whispering into your head so he didn't disturb Collei with any of the information.

"Do you intend on handing Collei over?" Tighnari asks, his glare hardening.

"No." You respond softly.

"Why don't I believe that?" He continues.

"Because you know who my brother is." You respond. Tighnari keeps looking, not whispering anything else in the moment. "You associate me with him."

"...And why didn't you admit you were related to him? Don't tell me you're doing this to correct his wrongdoings." He continues to interrogate you.

You tear up, the weight of the situation slamming down on you.

"Because I knew you would label me to be exactly like him." You respond. "Truthfully, I feel stupid for only recently discovering what he does."

Tighnari lets you take a moment to breathe, pulling away from your ear. A tear falls, Tighnari doesn't seem to care. Why would he, considering what he knew since day one.

"...I don't know what I can do." You start once again. "I want to stay and complete my studies, but I trust you know why I couldn't safely do so." Tighnari nods, eyes looking over. "But I don't want to go to the Fatui, especially knowing their less than ethical actions."

Tighnari doesn't talk, hoping to see if you add anything else.

"If I'm spotted by the Fatui in a week's time in Sumeru, not only will I be punished, but anyone housing me will be hurt." You sigh, making sure Collei is still asleep so she didn't hear any of this.

"...I'll take care of this myself." You reaffirm yourself. "Don't look for me. Tell Collei I have a placement, or maybe say I've been moved into another area. " You explain.

"But what about you?" Tighnari suddenly asks out of concern, standing up at the same time as you do.

"Let me worry about that, okay?" You shakily let out, brushing off the hand that manages to reach you before you begin to execute your plan.

First step, you go to the academy the next day and inform them you are dropping out. You will also inform the parents that you have been keeping safe with your personal knowledge of the Fatui. Thankfully, the parents take it well, some of them explaining they had a feeling it was bound to happen. When you ask them to keep each other safe, they nod in understanding.

The next step, you find the parts of Sumeru that the Fatui don't have interest in. At first, you thought abandoned camps would do the trick until you had a very close call, almost being caught sleeping by a Fatui agent. You figure out that chances are, they had an idea of where you usually stayed because of your academic background, you have to think of perhaps going towards the areas where you weren't as likely to spot people who took pride in academic intelligence, but rather in trades.

You had a long road ahead of you, you realise as you set up camp just outside of Port Ormos.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #tighnari x gender neutral reader #tighnari #collei #dottore #tartaglia

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Sorry if this is an inappropriate question to ask, but why do you want to rewrite pesterquest? Was there anything wrong with its original version, or are you just doing this for fun?

brain is a Lil Loopy rn so please excuse if this answer is semi incoherent - recovering from ankle surgery rn.

im gonna try to not harp on the original pesterquest as a project/talk about my percieved issues with it. from what I understand about the work environment where it was developed, it was hell -- poor communication, tiny budgets, little overall direction. plus every artist/writer involved was likely busy with other things at the same time (for example finishing the development of Hiveswap Act 2). they had so much going against them, and... it sorts shows in the final work, which isn't their fault. the original PQ team was passionate and cared and like. the absolutely last thing i want to do is disrespect them.

(generally also stating for the record that calling the original PQ "trash" or "replaced" is like. not good vibes. please don't do this if you're trying to enjoy PQR -- the last thing the original postcanon team needs is more harassment.)

anyway.

pqr is fanfiction, fundamentally.

i started making pqr because in september i was sick with covid, i wanted to learn renpy, and i wanted to study homestuck more. i wanted to figure out what made PQ tick, literally, figuratively, all of the above.

plus i really wanted to write a different story arc for mspar.

i also really love the side characters in Homestuck, and wish they all got more time to shine. the pqr prologue including a set of Spades Slick sprites just for a brief encounter i think helps establish what i want to do with the like. raw potential of the premise of a Homestuck visual novel.

damara is the other big thing -- i've wanted to make a story with her in it work for ages. (if anyone remembers the old MEGIDO hades mod, that was my first big public attempt. she was gonna be the protagonist, breaking out of scratch's mansion. turns out coding in renpy is WAY easier LMAO)

like. the plan wasn't even initially to have the prologue be a full damara route? i just let the writing take me where it wanted to take me. it's been deeply fun and cathartic.

the prologue's "bad end" has some incredibly intimate themes of like. inevitability, and worrying you've let everyone you love down, and i showed it to a college friend who i hadn't spoken to for ages and she set a screenshot from it as her background.

like. to me. that's pqr. that's why i make it.

pqr is the laundry room ending of rose's route, a deeply personal look into my own fears and anxieties as an author reflected back through this girl's circumstances. pqr is also the retcon ending of rose's route, a wildly stupid and indulgent romp through my own past fanfiction for a silly gag that people seemed to really love.

pqr is about dave and myself looking for a place to stay simultaneously -- pqr is about jade leaving prospit, and how i was adding to that part of the game in real-time as i dropped out of college, changing both of our destinies to something unexpected but hopefully better, at the same time.

pqr is also a silly extended sleepover scene. it's just fun to see them interact.

pqr is an excuse to turn over corners of homestuck and see if we can't peek behind them. what was it like for roxy, to think she lost joey and then find rose's meteor barely a year later? of course she'd think it's impossible for her to succeed as a mother. pqr is about finding empathy for yourself for your own mistakes, reflected back at you through homestuck characters.

because really, isn't that what we're all here for?

pqr is me coming back to my last long-abandoned attempt at an act 5 rewrite. pqr is an excuse to watch my girlfriend grow in confidence and style as she makes all the endcards and incidental art (except for joey route pt 2, but THAT was an excuse to work with a NEW friend!!!!!!!)

pqr is a friendship simulator that i am winning by having an incredibly supportive and collaborative group of friends in the dev thread who are cheering me on with every segment of text i post, friends who will hop in vc to check out the newest segment. friends like @dare0451 who literally yesterday rendered out some new audio to upgrade the June route to be even more fucking amazing and terrifying than it already was, AND DARE HASN'T EVEN PLAYED IT????? IT'S LITERALLY JUST. IT'S FRIENDSHIP MAN. PQR IS FRIENDSHIP

what the hell was this question again.

oh right.

yeah it's been fun basically. that's why i do it lol

#pesterquest rewritten #pqr #homestuck #fansim #hom3stuck #asksbox

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Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

#nonviolent communication #asked and answered #no seriously - I'm crying rn over how SWEET AND CUTE AND TENDER AND BEAUTIFUL THIS IS #I'm gonna go to sleep thinking about Peter now and imagining more random things about what our lives were like before #probably not a good idea but we love angst over here #nonviolent communication fanart

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