#but bc their voices blend together well

[ashwhowrites]

Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader, what if they have to do like a tour together, and they realize that they hate each other, like hate to share the stage, hate to spend time together, until the two of them end up hooking up after some drinks at some bar, then, they find each other being like all nervous with each other, because of what happened and bc they're catching feelings, but they hate each other, right? (You can write a tiny bit of angst for the "hate" part, smut and fluff!)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun with this 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

We got angst, we got smut and we got fluff

Rockstar love

Y/N was excited as hell when her manager, Samantha, told her she had a summer tour lined up. Y/N was a small independent artist and she couldn't headline a tour on her own, she was grateful for the opportunity to be an opener for one of the biggest artists in the industry, Eddie Munson.

She loved his music and she loved his style. Their writing dynamic was very similar and their music blended well. Even Eddie's manager couldn't pick a better person to open for him.

So Y/N was all packed up and ready for the summer of her life, on tour with someone that she admired. She couldn't possibly think of one bad thing to change her mind.

Well, that was until she met Eddie.

~

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I'm so ex-" Her introduction was cut off when Eddie's painted nails waved in her face.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, and you're my biggest fan. But I'm in a rush, so why don't you just give me your number and I'll call you tonight?" His smirk was so confident and smug. She couldn't believe he was this conceited.

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Is that how you talk to women?"

Eddie blinked at her aggressive tone but shook it off. "Women? Nah, that's how I talk to my girl of the night. So interested or not? Like I said I'm in a rush for a meeting." He checked his watch, knowing he was meant to meet whoever his opener was going to be for his tour.

"Not. Nice to meet you, asshole." She gagged and walked off.

This summer started a whole lot worse than she thought.

~

"Eddie! Glad you made it!" Samantha said with a big smile, no idea Y/N already had a run-in with the man of the hour.

"I'd like you to meet Y/N, she'll be your opener for the tour!" Eddie's eyes switched over to the girl that sat at the table. He choked a little on his spit when he realized it was the girl from outside the building.

"Oh shit, you're my opener?" Eddie asked. He did not make a good first impression.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, but I'm in a rush so can we sign the contract and get a move on?" Y/N said, his words leaving her tongue in a sassy way that Eddie couldn't help but like and hate.

Eddie sent a glare her way but signed the papers.

After the meeting, Y/N was quick to leave. Eddie ran out after her, an apology on his tongue.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for how I talked to you. Can I make it up to you? Maybe dinner?" Eddie asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Y/N debated for a while but figured making amends might be better for the summer ahead.

"Dinner is good."

~

Y/N applied the final touch of her lipstick before she walked out of the small hotel room. Eddie's room across from her. She knocked on the door, waited, and waited.

She huffed when she checked the time and realized she'd been outside his door for five minutes. She gave up and went back into her room, figuring she'd just wait there until he came to her.

But he never did. After two hours, she heard his voice slurring in the hallway as he tried to open his door. She looked out the peephole and saw his arm wrapped around another girl.

She gave up on him immediately.

~~~

Half the summer was sour, they hated to be in the same room with each other. She knew she had a right to be pissed, but Eddie didn't. He hated her because she hated him. He never bothered to apologize or admit he was a selfish asshole. And that's all she wanted.

"Can you stop moving off your X? It's there for a reason!" Y/N snapped, she groaned as they had to stop rehearsal, yet again.

"I'm a rockstar! I'm meant to move around!" Eddie argued. He wasn't used to sharing the stage and he hated it.

"I'm one too! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm doing perfectly fine on my X!"

"You want a fucking gold star for being boring? Difference between an opener and the main show" Eddie snapped, Y/N didn't fight back. She just growled and began the song again.

~

"Y/N, THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Samantha cheered as Y/N walked off the stage. The first night of your was in the books and Y/N loved the way she felt on the stage. The crowd seemed to like her and she felt like she got them pumped for Eddie's set.

Even though she hated him, she looked his way for approval. After all, she was his opener and cared what he thought about his tour.

"Why the hell are you looking at me?" He asked, his guitar strapped to his body as he waited for his cue.

"I don't know. Just maybe thought you'd like to share your thoughts?" She said, a little shy that she had to admit she wanted to know.

Eddie was taken aback by the nervousness in her eyes, for once she looked vulnerable and not ready to shoot fire. But he couldn't give in, the hatred between them was too powerful and he refused to give in first when she chose to be a bitch towards him.

"I've seen better, you're nothing special." He shrugged and jumped on the stage as his cue was hit. The screams of the arena sounded muted as his words rang in her ears.

She marched off into her dressing room. She didn't bother to watch his set. Unlike him, she can admit when someone has talent and he doesn't deserve her compliments. Instead, she focused on the anger she felt and put it into a song. If he wanted special, she'd show him special.

~

Within a week, she finished the song and began performing it. It was full of anger and the crowd loved it. The music was loud and it shook the whole place.

Eddie knew the song was about him. She stood there, banging on her guitar as she swore about the big-headed men in her life. He was pissed, it was his tour and here she was bad-mouthing him to his fans. The fans didn't know it was about him, they just related it to a man in their life. But still, he didn't take the disrespect lightly.

And she didn't care. Ever since that first show on tour, she never asked for his thoughts again. She'd get off stage, place down her guitar, and walk straight to the dressing room.

It bothered Eddie that she never sat to watch his set, but he refused to let her know that he cared.

~~~

About a month and a half into the tour, they barely spoke. And if they did, it was to tear each other apart.

But when Y/N's new song was officially released and hit the radio, the crew wanted to go out to celebrate. And to her shock, Eddie showed up.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Y/N slurred, already a few shots in and the alcohol was taking over her body. The table raised a glass, and Eddie rolled his eyes. He might have been a little irritated by all the success she earned from a song that was about him.

"...and thanks to Eddie, the man who inspired the song. Thanks for being an asshole and treating me like shit. Cheers!"

Eddie bit his tongue as he took the shot in front of him, he didn't want to make a scene in a public place. He knew better than that. There would be cameras everywhere.

As the night went on, the more drunk she and Eddie became. The crew called it a night and left. Bad move to leave them alone.

"You know that I can't fucking stand you sometimes." Eddie hissed, trying to ignore the way her lips were wet and glossy from all the drinks she had.

"Yeah, I got the message." She laughed sarcastically. She hated how he got hot and had to throw his hair in a bun. With stupid curls hanging down to frame his perfect face.

"Why did you write the song? Just knew making money off me would be a career move?" He argued, the venom on his tongue was strong and she knew a fight was brewing.

"Oh fuck off. I'm going to the bathroom." She said as she rolled her eyes and walked off.

But Eddie was too mad to let it go. He followed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"Are you crazy!? This is a bathroom!"

"Answer my fucking question!"

"Yes, Eddie. It was a career move! You were a complete dick the second I met you and looked down on me all because I was an opener! I was grateful for the opportunity and now I realize, you are a selfish prick who only cares to get his dick wet." Her words were knives and perfectly sliced into Eddie's skin. Her eyes are dark as she gets in his face. Every word against his lips as he puffed and huffed.

The fire in his body with all the anger he felt. She stood tall and confident. Right in his face with no care in the world. Her lip snarled and her eyebrows scrunched.

"Jealous or something baby?" He smirked, he noticed the flicker of lust in her eyes before she remained unbothered.

"Of what?" She sneered

"The girl I took to my hotel room instead of you." His smirk was a target and she wanted to smack it off his face. He knew she was waiting and watching. And he had the nerve to never once apologize.

"Not. I like to end my nights with an orgasm." She said with a bitter smile, her hand reached behind him to grab the door but the growl that left his lips made her stop.

She looked up into his eyes and knew she struck a nerve. And she couldn't help but feel how wet her underwear became.

Before she could say another word, insult, or make a noise, his hot mouth was on hers. His hands dived into her hair as he took over her body. His tongue was in her mouth before she could blink. And she hated how easily she moaned.

Her body was against the sink as his hands scrammed to take off her jeans. He pulled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his jeans, she took a second to catch her breath and remove her shirt. Her head against the mirror as his mouth attached to her chest, his teeth biting down on the flesh as she whined out.

She wasn't thinking, and she knew that. But his mouth felt so good and her cunt ached.

"Is that what this has always been about? Jealous I wasn't fucking your cute cunt?" Eddie teased, and he pulled away his mouth, which allowed her to understand his words.

"No, it's not. You were a dick the second I met you, and discredit me because I'm younger and newer to the industry. Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed. He was so big-headed and she couldn't believe he still didn't understand where he went wrong. "plus I wouldn't care about the girl if I wasn't waiting for you for dinner." She barked out. The hatred and anger filled her body again. Almost like it reminded her why she shouldn't be doing this. She pushed him back and reached for her shirt.

"Oh come on! Don't take it so personally. I forgot we had plans, okay?" He tried to defend but she was already throwing on her shirt.

"Forgot? Or decided that getting a quick fuck meant more?" Maybe in a way, she was hurt by the fact he completely shoved her off for someone else. She liked Eddie, and she always found him attractive and it sucked to meet him and see he was nothing like she thought.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT THAT? Would that even make it better?" He laughed out, he couldn't believe it was even a big deal. "if I sat here and told you straight to your face that I wanted some wet pussy wrapped around me instead of sitting at a dinner with you, that make it BETTER? Huh?"

She shouldn't care, she really shouldn't. They weren't even friends and she had no reason to feel the burning jealousy in her stomach that someone got to spend the night with him when it was supposed to be her. She hated that no matter how much he made her hate him, she still felt something pulling her towards him.

She didn't have words, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

All she wanted was an apology

"Because that pussy was the best I've ever had and I don't regret it." He seethed out, and that struck a nerve in her. Apart from the jealousy and stupid high school games, he felt she wasn't worth apologizing to. She realized she'd never get that apology.

This time, she did go to smack the smirk off his face. Her right hand was high in the air as she aimed for his cheek, but his hand caught her. A deadly look in his eyes. They were breathing hard into each other's faces. She felt her cunt pulse, and he felt his cock pulse in his boxers, his jeans still on the floor.

She whimpered as he took control, again. He kept his grip on her arm, turning her around and pressing his cock against her ass. He held her arm behind her back, she was trapped between him and the sink.

No words were said, both relieving their aches as his free hand ripped off her underwear. The sound made her clench, then his fingers were inside of her. She moaned as he didn't care to be soft or gentle. Three fingers deep inside her cunt as his cock pressed against her ass. She moaned out and her head was thrown back into his shoulder.

His hand let her arm free, and she moved it to grip the sink, his fingers pumping inside of her. He was skilled, experienced, and knew exactly how to hit the right spots. Her head was fuzzy as she got lost in the feeling. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. Her eyes closed in bliss as his lips touched hers.

His fingers moved faster inside of her as his lips tasted her. He felt the moan in the back of his throat as she clenched around him. His stomach flipped when her warm tongue worked inside of his mouth. He growled as her tongue dominated his.

The aching in his boxers became too much, he removed his fingers, smirking as she whined at the lost touch. But he was quick to fill her again, but this time with his pulsing cock. She moaned as she fucked into her. Nothing about it was romantic. It was heavy breaths, growls, moans, and the sound of their skin smacking. Her nails dug into the sink as he destroyed her. His mouth was on hers again as he moved his hips against her, loving the way she clenched around him. Her knees were weak when his fingers began to rub her clit.

She couldn't focus on anything except that burning feeling in her stomach and the build-up of her orgasm.

"Eddie." She squeaked, her hands moved up her body and reached behind her, feeling him underneath her fingertips.

"Shh, I know, baby. Let it go. I got you. Cum for me, gorgeous. Be right here." He said softly, she didn't think she'd ever heard him sound so sweet. She nodded as she gasped, letting herself go. She shook on his cock as she came. The relief she felt from every aching part of her body vanished.

She hissed as he slipped out of her, but she was fast to wrap her hand around him. Jerking him off as she looked in the mirror ahead. His forehead was against her shoulder as he breathed hard. His hands gripped her hips and he moved his hips to her rhythm.

"Watch yourself." She said, her tone demanding. He looked up, his blown-out lustful eyes took in their reflection. The sight of her hand wrapped around his red cock made his thighs shake.

He kept his eyes on her reflection as he painted the sink and her hand with his cum. He panted hard as she needed him off through it.

~

She washed off her hands and got dressed. Awkwardly handing Eddie his clothes.

He silently grabbed the jeans from her hands and put them on. He watched as she dressed herself.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry for the way I treated you and for ditching you," Eddie whispered, not to her but to the floor.

"Thanks, Eddie." She said, and she meant it. She knew that's all she would get. She gave him a small smile and walked out.

Where the hell do they stand now?

~~~

After that event, things between them got blurry. They found themselves feeling something different. Almost like they got out every bit of anger inside of them. Like the anger was just the first layer. And now other feelings were being revealed.

Y/N couldn't help but notice she was putting more work into her appearance. More makeup touches and asking for more sexier clothes for when she performs. She almost felt like she wanted Eddie's eyes on her all the time. Because she couldn't help but have her eyes on him.

Eddie couldn't help but stare whenever she was near. It was like his eyes automatically found her in the room and he couldn't get enough. He noticed things about her that he didn't see at first. He always found her attractive, but now it was deeper than that. He found a new favorite thing about her every day. He started watching more of her performances and found the compliments slipping off his tongue.

The air changed between them. Now they were nervous and didn't know what to say. They didn't talk about what happened but both wished that the other still thought about it.

They tried to ignore how nervous they were and how awkward it made things. Y/N felt like they both needed to talk about what happened to either go back to normal or discuss what was next for them because this situation was too weird.

It was nearly midnight when they made it back to the hotel after their show, Eddie went to head into his room when Y/N spoke up.

"Do you think we could talk?" She asked, the shakiness in her voice made it clear she was nervous.

"Uh sure," Eddie said, his nerves kicked in as he unlocked the door.

She followed behind and took a seat on the bed. He removed his shoes and then took the spot next to her. His shoulder against hers as he waited for her to speak.

"About the thing that happened," she started, already hating the conversation. Eddie coughed awkwardly as he stared at his hands. "I'm just going to be fully honest and I can leave right after. But, it hasn't left my head. I know it was full of hatred and anger. And it probably didn't mean anything and I didn't think it would. But it almost feels like I let out all that anger and now I'm left with other feelings." She admitted, slowly looking towards him to read his expression.

"What kind of other feelings?" He asked, he turned his head to look at her. He hoped she meant the same feelings he'd been feeling. The feeling of wanting each other again. And maybe wanting each other always.

"Feelings like that I like you and my stomach hurts when I think about all the girls in the crowd that want to go home with you." She admitted, looking down at her own hands as she blushed.

She was surprised when Eddie reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. He reached over and used his pointer finger to tilt up her chin. Her eyes looked into his as she anxiously waited for him to speak.

"I tend to be a dick so girls want anything to do with me after sex. But, I'm fucking grateful to hear you still like my dumbass." He joked, a smile on his face as she laughed. "Even though we had sex out of anger, there was something so real there and it hasn't left my mind. The way you pulled so much emotion out of me. I've never had someone do that. I like you too, and I'd like a chance to take you on a date and treat you the way you always should have been treated."

She felt her heart skip at his words, and a feeling of excitement bubbled in her stomach.

"I'd like that." She said as she tried to bite back her smile.

"Perfect, let's go right now." He said he stood up with their hands still laced.

"What? Right now! It's midnight!" She argued, her eyes looking to the clock.

"Don't care. I'm not wasting a second to take you out. The world is asleep, let's go have our fun before it wakes up ." He said with a wink, smiling as she stood up and together they ran out of his room like idiots.

Maybe the summer was finally looking up.

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[leclsrc]

hi audreeey!!! could i get a drabble where charles and reader are on a basic (not "basic" but u get me) dinner date and they're just all capital F Fond... like maybe even pretending theyre married bc they love the other's company sm... I LOVE U

begin again – cl16

Tonight is different. Tonight is special. title from this

auds here... my quasi-apology for being mia-ish. also i am writing a long form fic it's just taking agesss as i'm traveling rn (its nearly done) but know that I LOVE U ALL... like crazy. this is p long for a drabble but i missed writing them a lot! love u guys n i hope i did this adorable prompt justice

He says something in French, pointing at something on the menu. Then he flips the page and points at a bold red image of a bottle, mouthing its name in perfect fluency. Two glasses, he adds. One for the entree, another for dessert.

“Red wine?” You ask, smiling. Charles doesn’t usually order wine.

“Well,” he says, beaming at you and then the waiter, “tonight is special for us.”

You have to wrestle with the grin that fights its way onto your lips, but you admit valiant defeat. “Very special indeed.”

The waiter departs and you recline, mind still racing. It’s only halted by a polite voice from your left—the girl at the table beside yours, asking with meek timidity: wedding tomorrow? She has this giddy smile on her face, like it’s her wedding or her dinner; her husband-or-boyfriend across her just smiles sheepishly. Sorry. I’m curious.

“Oh,” you say quietly, humming. “I got promoted.”

“And…” Charles says, lookin at you like you share a lovely little inside joke.

Your lips grow. “And?”

“This lovely girl doesn’t remember, but I proposed to her this time last year.” He gestures to your left hand. A ring, blending in with the others you usually wear, sparkles in the low light of the restaurant.

Proposed. Your eyes stay on him even as he looks away, devoting his attention to the conversation at hand. Then you nod, a few times, soft bobs of your head. “We’re having a June wedding,” you say fondly to the girl at the table adjacent. You love the way she lights up at the mention of it, at the added detail—she asks for more in accented English.

“How did you propose?” She turns to the guy in front of her, who’s smiling dopily. “We’ve been together a year, so he could use some ideas for the future, if you know what I mean.” They both share a laugh.

Charles hums, recalling the plan he’s thought of a million times over. He conjures the images of it, the memories of mapping everything out, perfecting every last minute detail. “I did it at our house. We live in Monaco, in this, ah—this nice, wide place on a hill.” You remember seeing the house for the first time, from Charles’ car. “I did not want a big fuss around it. I knew I wanted it to be just us.”

“Just us,” you murmur along, nodding. You’ve always known it’s what he wanted for both of you. Just you two against the world.

“So I bought her flowers, lit some candles, and we sat on the couch.” He pauses, like the next few moments are so sacred and so lovely that they deserve to be heard by nobody but you two. But if Charles is anything, he’s loud—loud when he talks, yells; loud when he loves. “And I played our favorite song, Harvest Moon,and I sat next to her and just talked, and I said it. I know it doesn’t sound romantic—”

“—but I cried,” you cut in, looking right at him. Cut off, his eyes flit to you, softening when they see your smiling expression. “I cried like a baby. He was… he meant every word he said. And I was lucky, I guess, that he knows me well enough to, you know—know exactly what I want.” The conversation ebbs into quiet a little bit after that, but you catch bits of how adorable and a June wedding from their own talk.

You eat in relative peace afterward—he talks about a funny story involving Carlos and stolen underwear from the gym locker room. You laugh, bubbling up your champagne, and Charles zips through two glasses of his own drink. Tonight is special, and warm, and you’re in France, and wine seems to be synonymous with the country, and everything, if just for now, makes perfect sense.

In between finishing dessert and the bill’s arrival, when the couple beside you have said their goodbyes and congratulations, and the restaurant has begun to quell its general noise, he takes your idle hand on the table. You look up from where you’d been staring at the puddle of tiramisu filling on your plate.

He’s staring. Charles is always aware of how often and how long he stares, extended gazes of your beautiful features. The awareness does not, however, cause the frequency to wane in the slightest. He still finds himself constantly enthralled by you. And even when he’s away, in a car going a million miles a minute, he finds you in his daydreams. That smile. 

Nothing, he says with a quaint smile. I love you.

The bill comes and he, of course, covers it—before you even get the chance to slide your card onto the table. You fuss over it. He stares at you like you’re worth everything and more and goes, with a little laugh, I just need a kiss.

His car is parked outside, valet this time, but the cobblestone is so inviting and quiet that he pays an extra few euros to let you both walk around first. You’re not the only couple along the Seine—in fact, you’re one of many, but your shared, hushed laughs make you both feel like you’re by yourselves. Charles knows all the detours, can pinpoint buildings from different vantage points, takes you on a voyage of Paris all his own. You will look back on this one day and think—your maps of cities, your maps of places, they’ve all been charted by him. 

He keeps insisting tonight should be special, like he’s trying to convince you. But you know just as well how special tonight is, how different it is from all the nights previous. You’re just quiet, you suppose, because you’d prefer to bask in this specialty, in Charles. You’re quiet because if you open your mouth for more than ten seconds, you’re going to spill your entire self out to the city. Tomorrow night will not be tonight, just as yesterday night was not tonight. This is just tonight. 

You’re guided through the cobblestone streets, arm around your waist. You’re so overcome with love you feel like hugging him, just now, just here in the middle of the street, breathe him in and sigh out little I love yous until somebody has to pass through, grunting about how PDA has gone too far.

“You know how…” he starts, and every time he starts a sentence that way, it’s almost always followed by something fairly nonsensical. You know how turtles can fly? You know how Van Gogh was in an affair with Mona Lisa? You know how the latest episode of The Kardashians had Kim and Kourtney fighting? You smile, laughing already, gesturing for him to proceed. “How we see the stars nearly every night?”

You hum.

“So sometimes, we forget they’re pretty. We think, oh, bah, stars. And then a few weeks, or months, later, we look up on a random evening and we’re shocked again. We go, wow, stars. They are beautiful.” He clutches at his heart to convey the emotion he’s describing.

“Yeah, what about?” You ask amusedly, turning slightly to him. 

“That is how I feel when I see you. Every time. That feeling when you see the stars after weeks.”

You breathe one, slippery inhale and then it leaves you shaky, wet, trembling. Your eyes tack themselves onto the stars. A chill rolls through you at the knowledge that you remind him of something so confusing, so beautiful, so strange. “I—God. I love you, you know.”

“Did you like my story?” He asks. He maintains his smile, his attitude, his goofiness. His little attempt to make you feel better. Unfortunately, it works every time without fail. You sniffle and roll your eyes, thankful that you haven’t devolved into a sobbing mess.

Then for the first time tonight, he breaks the precarious, near-perfect illusion: “You know, that is how I would really propose to you if I did it. I did give you that ring, remember?”

“I know,” you whisper, trying to fight tears. “I remember.”

“Don’t cry,” he quells softly. You keep freezing to dab at the corners of your eyes. He responds by pulling you into a side street so you don’t block anyone’s walk, allowing you to lean against the lamppost so he towers above you, eyes etched dark, saturated with genuine concern. “Come on, darling.”

“Charles,” you say thinly, and you’ve gone from coherent sentences to weak pleads. 

“Don’t cry.” It’s all he can say, gentle and loving and Charles. “It’s a special night.” It is a special night. It’s the night before your first day at your job across the globe.

It’s your last night in Europe, your last night before you leave, your last night before Charles becomes nothing but an apparition of your past. You’re beginning to realize how foolish this plan was, this wrecked and stupid plan, but God if you didn’t love how real it all felt. It felt like bliss, being a great big pretender.

It was—it should be a month ago now, give or take. You’d gotten the offer, accepted it, told Charles about it, and then you both had to sit with the idea of living across the world from each other. You’d wrestled with plans vis-a-vis your relationship, with timezones and the demand that came with the first year on the job. In the end it was something amicable.

In the end, it ended—but not without one last night together, stretching your dreams and future fantasies to their limit.

Charles will always love you like it’s his last chance to do so. He figures that means letting you fly, letting you pursue things that, if you didn’t, would keep you tethered to the same old things. So even if it rips him apart, and even if all he wants to do is drop everything and dance with you, to the quaint Paris traffic—he remains ever the reassuring one.

He remains, forever, the storyteller, the smiling figure that takes your hand across the table and squeezes once to say he loves you. The loud guy who would’ve, if he could, proposed in your now-sold house, surrounded by candles and music. You wish he could love you longer. You know he always will, in the same way you know the nature of his love will inevitably change when enough time passes.

“Things will change,” you say weakly.

“They will always change.”

“And will you remember me after all of it?”

“I will love you after all of it. I’ve loved you through everything else.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your eye. “You know that, right? I’ll just do it from afar this time.”

You swear, if love and hope and being young were ever enough to make things work, you swear—this would’ve worked. But the universe reminds you time and again that they are not.

So, when you kiss Charles for the last time, his eyes are twinkling with Paris moonlight, his lips taste like wine, and you get the special chance to relish in what once was, and what will never be again.

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[brownskinlemon]

Adore (D.F.)

summary: REQUEST (could u possibly do a story of dom calming y/n down after some like degrading disgusting sex bc he can tell it was a lot for her and have him be all soft and sweet. thank u gorl i love u)

warnings: dom! dominic fike x fem! reader, degrading, daddy kink, overstimulation, angst, fluff

word count: 907

authors note: thank you hun, muah! Thank you guys for your patience and kind words, such a great community. Here's one on the shorter side for my lovely requester <3

It had been a rougher week for you and your boyfriend Dominic. It seemed like at a moment’s notice you two were once again bickering over something small and insignificant. 

The dishes not being done: argument. 

A lost sock in the house: argument.  

Dinner being late: argument.

By the end of the week, you had been exhausted and worried that this bickering would truly never end. It reached its peak when he breathed “too loudly” for your comfort while getting ready for bed, causing you the most explosive argument yet.

Now, here you were, pinned between him and the edge of the bed, no urge in you to argue, your brain trying to form thoughts and failing miserably. Dom had milked 3 orgasms out of you driven by pure spite. Time blended together as his hips grinded into the second hour, knees hoisted up near your ears as he drove into you over and over, hitting the deepest spots inside of you. 

His hand gripped around your throat firmly, the other hand circling your bundle of nerves that was far beyond the point of overstimulation. Hickies galore decorated your body, along with some markings around your thighs from how he gripped onto you earlier while devouring you until you were a pitiful, begging mess. You both were covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies grappling onto each other like your lives depended on it.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself? Hm?” His thrusted not faltering as he began to tease you, eyes not leaving your flushed face. “You had so much to say all fucking week.” He hissed at you. 

He suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes that had rolled back to meet his. “Say it or I pull out right now.” The threat of him leaving you empty was all too real and too terrifying. 

“Dom I-” You stammered, being interrupted by your own whines. “Please I need-please-”

“Please who?” He taunted.

“Please daddy. I’m sorry.” Your voice betrayed you as it shook with every thrust deep within you. “ Please please-” 

“Be a good girl and let it go for me. Give it all to me.” He continued to talk you through the waves of pleasure wracking your whole body for the fourth time that night. He relished in the way you became a babbling mess of his name and pitiful pleads leaving your mouth. Your nails dug into his tanned biceps as he soon became undone with you, unable to hold off as you clenched desperately around him. 

He gently pulled out of you, careful not to throw your body into more sensitivity shock than it already was. Dominic’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in your shaking frame, watching how hard your chest heaved with small whines and your body shook. He leaned over you, gently trying to get your lulling eyes to look at him.

“Hey angel, look at me.” He cooed gently, cupping your face with his palm. You tried to find your grounding, forcing your eyes that wanted to close so badly to peer up at his brown puppy eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice. You nodded gently, causing him to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stalked off quietly to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” 

As he spread your legs to gently clean you off, you whined at the sensitivity. “Sorry baby. I know how sensitive you are right now. But you did such a good job for me, took it so well. ” He cooed, eyes switching between cleaning you up and your fucked out face. After throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed with you covering you both in the blanket, silence blanketing the dark room. 

“Dom.” You finally broke your silence gently, causing his head to snap to yours.

“Yes angel.” 

“I thought…” You began to get teary eyed.

“Woah woah, did I hurt you? I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to, where does it-” He shot up, eyes scanning over your body and eyes blown wide from fear.

“Dom. You didn’t, I’m okay, great actually. I was just…scared this week. Scared that we were doomed or something.” He settled back down, biting down on his bottom lip as he took in your words.

“I was too. We’ve never been the bickering type and I just- I don’t know. You know I’m not good with emotions, but I do wanna say I’m sorry. My attention has been on work and I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned.” He confessed.

You didn’t notice the tear falling down your cheek till his tattooed hand gently reached out to wipe it for you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he brought you in closer to him, kissing your forehead gently.

“I love you Dom.”

‘I love you more angel. Get some rest now okay? We can always talk more in the morning. I think I accidentally turned your body and brain to mush.” He kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. 

“Mush is the perfect word I’d use.” You replied, falling asleep in his arms.

He looked down at your sleeping frame, smiling to himself at how the furrow in your brow from overthinking and stress had finally settled as you were fully relaxed. His eyes trailed across your features, soaking up the way you couldn’t shy away from his gaze in this moment, free for him to adore you as he always had.

#dominic fike #dominic fike smut #dominic fike x reader #dom fike #y/n

[perenial]

gene im so glad you said this cause I haven't seen anyone else comparing it to the book as source material for like character and tone but i am So sure that if terry was alive the season would not be like this but i fear good omens fans dont realise how big a factor the lack of terry's influence is?? or like they forget that good omens was never just neilman???

ok before i go any further: i rly don't want to detract from anyone's enjoyment of the season and everything im going to say comes from a place of love for a) the original novel (& season 1 to a certain extent bc it got me back into it lol) and b) tv as a medium so like peace and love on planet let people enjoy things etc etc

but

like u said, terry's influence on the book was enormous – what makes gomens gomens is the balance of his genuine warmth and precise understanding of humanity tempered with neilman's sardonic voice and general like.....savvy approach to storytelling? i guess u could call it? anyway what rly helps the book is that it took them years to write it, passing ideas back and forth and rewriting each other's work until their voices blended seamlessly and a well structured capital-s Story was created. when i praise the book for being self-contained i think a huge part of that comes from the circumstances in which it emerged: two authors with complementary styles writing in a v particular time period where they had both the space to play with their ideas and the constraints of the novel as a storytelling format from which to craft something extremely specific.

adaptations are a tricky business and a tv version of gomens produced literal decades after the book was always going to have some unique challenges, but i don't think that's a bad thing bc the challenges could prove to be creative opportunities to take both the established audience and those new to the story by surprise. my biggest hot take here is that i don't think translating a story into a different medium means it has to follow the original narrative exactly, bc each medium has its own ways of communicating information and these structures, rules and traditions in turn inform what that story is. what matters more than following a story beat-by-beat is capturing what that story is about at its core, what themes and messages and ideas it works through and how.

all this is to say i never expected tv gomens to be a perfect reproduction of the book and if it had it been, it probably would have been worse off for it. that being said, there are parts of the book – like u said, its tone and character – that needed to have some fidelity in order to pull it off, and for the most part s1 did that bc it was still working predominantly within the bounds of the novel & its core ideas. while i did have some issues w how neilman & amazon adapted some details and characterisations, i generally rly liked s1 – it reminded me of why i loved the book and it was just generally fun to watch.

s2 was. not that fun to watch

a few positives before i go ham w the critiques:

the hair & makeup + costumes were fantastic (although i feel like s1 was slightly better re: makeup?)

the sound design & score made some of the more awkward scenes bearable and thats no mean feat imo

david & michael gave incredible performances w what they were given – michael especially managed to salvage aziraphale enough that his complete 180 didnt feel completely tonally dissonant (more on this later)

the detail of the sets is NUTS and i genuinely want to see more of hell bc of how intricate and fun the props look

i actually like gabriel/beelzebub!! their getting together montage worked for me, although they could have spent sliiiightly more time establishing what it is they like abt each other so much + why gabriel wanted to stop armageddon 2.0 so suddenly

the opening scene, although not on par w the novel's & s1's, was visually gorgeous and thematically resonant (although neilman owes me royalties for ripping it off from this shitty fic i wrote back when raphael!crowley was all the rage lol)

now w THAT being said:

like i said yesterday, the pacing was fucking awful. flashbacks are hard to work w at the best of times and the way they were used in this season felt so needless, especially the 40s one in ep 4 that takes up like 90% of the episode. in both flashbacks + present day there were scenes that dragged for no real reason, dialogue that looped back around on itself to stretch out the runtime, and weirdly enough places where there should have been character & plot work where there just,, wasn't any?? for example, maggie & nina's night locked in the café – some parts of the dialogue in later episodes made out that they'd had some rly deep conversation abt how they feel about each other or even that they'd had an affair, but that isn't clear from those scenes in the café. i'm not saying we had to see that conversation in its entirety but that there needed to be more connective details – either in dialogue or direction – that gave that part of the story coherence.

(there were pacing issues w the editing too but i don't want to jump down the editor's throats on this one bc im more focused on writing & direction issues)

the second major problem that i mentioned in my tags yesterday is the protagonist shift, which is an issue that started in s1. aziraphale & crowley are side characters in book gomens – significant ones, yeah, but still somewhat peripheral to adam (& anathema who counts as a deuteragonist imo). this works incredibly well w who they are as characters: they're Just Some Guys who happen to be involved in this epic biblical-level bureaucratic nightmare and importantly, they don't want to be in the spotlight. the arrangement was created so that they could explore what it meant to be themselves away from the Big Narrative; literally any time they get involved in larger affairs is bc the plot is alive and caught them unionising on company time. the last fucking chapter is adam (& god) being like haha u guys are alright keep it sleezy and letting them go. like. hello. neil u let them go.

but then!! tv gomens s1 does something interesting at the end w the body swapping addition that i dont totally hate – it gives aziraphale & crowley the extra bit of character work that brings them slightly more adjacent to their book selves. see i kinda view tv a/c as the younger, less settled versions of book a/c; they're still caught up in the immediacy of being key players and haven't fully realised that earth is their home. i haven't watched s1 in a while but one scene i remember rly clearly is crowley throwing all those astronomy texts in the air and angsting abt when he was an angel; i remember it bc his anguish in that scene feels a lot newer and rawer than book crowley's feelings about falling. when tv a/c do their bodyswap, it gives them the chance to land a blow against heaven/hell in a way that solidifies their allegiance to earth in a way that more closely resembles what book a/c have been abt the entire time (still adjacent, though. not parallel).

the reason why this works is that it does one final pivot to orient aziraphale and crowley as almost-main characters in a manner that makes sense in relation to a) their book selves and b) the position the tv show has placed them in. a combination of factors made tv a/c feel a lot less mature than their book counterparts but at the end of s1 they're sort of facing the same direction the book ended in, albeit through their own flashy late 2010s means.

when s2 was announced i was.......apprehensive bc to me, that felt like a satisfactory ending. i get the impression that amazon saw how wildly successful the adaptation was and was like oh shit we could make way more money out of this and neilman, having all those undead darlings that he and terry killed in the process of whittling the book into a workable novel, jumped at the chance to resurrect all those half-realised ideas. but not only were those ideas probably discarded for a reason, they've either been laying in wait for years unworked or they're new inventions, which means they weren't molded in the way that the book had been. like i said before, book gomens underwent years of rewrites and creative collaboration, and i think that process was what made it so good; s2 didn't have that. even if some of terry's ideas made it into s2, his influence is still missing bc he and neilman weren't in dialogue the same way they were in the book (and in some ways s1 bc i know terry was involved in the process of adapting gomens to screen before his death).

i don't think it's a case of newer fans forgetting terry so much as it is the context of terry's involvement being so removed from the current circumstances that certain aspects & discourses (i.e. is the s2 finale queerbaiting (no), does binge watching change the viewership experience (yes), etc etc) about the show overshadow other discussions that would usually be taking place. and before anyone says it's a case of neilman forgetting terry, i definitely don't think it's that either bc thats. yknow. wildly disrespectful. but also there are larger systems and structures at play than one writer no matter how much beef i have w him and his decisions, bc ultimately he's just one guy (a powerful and wealthy guy, but just a guy) and there's a wider cultural shift happening rn towards rehashing old stories without understanding what made them successful in the first place, and that same culture just doesn't allow for much, if any, constructive discourse analysis

so yeah

#replies.txt #Anonymous #god this is so long and rambling i hope it makes sense lmaooo #i have further thoughts on the general fic-y feeling of the season but that wasnt rly anon's question so i'll save that for another time #good omens #good omens spoilers

[jonnnysuh]

Dating S Coups would include

A/N: HIIII Happy new year !!! Long time no see. I wanted to write one of these for so long but it just wasn’t working out…. And then my brain came up with this out of no where. I’m not sure how well this is gonna do bc it’s been a while ((also no one has ever requested s coups??? So I’m really doing this for no reason LMAO)) I’m ngl i kinda popped off on this one. also fun lil treat at the end <3

Series Masterlist

Crushing stages:

This is a friends to lovers type of man!!! I cannot stress this enough

You meet each other when you’re kids and one day he looks at you and it just clicks

At first you refuse to believe there’s something between you two bc you’ve known him for so long

But there’s something about the way he says your name when he’s sleepy, how he always makes sure to be on the “dangerous” side of the sidewalk for you, how he is the one thing in your life that feels stable and warm and right

One day he’s like “fuck it” and goes for it bc there is no feeling in the world as definite as his love for you

Dating:

Bc you’ve been friends for actual eternity he knows you so well

It goes beyond just remembering all the foods you do and don’t like (which he does know) … HE CAN TELL WHEN YOU’RE LYING

Also bc of this, he’s the first person you go to for advice

You know he’ll be honest and fair and help you come up with the right decision bc he just… knows you

Sends u drunk texts bc he cannot stop thinking about u ever

100000% compared hands with you when you were just friends LMAO AND STARTED INTERLOCKING FINGERSJSJDKSK

He does not get tired of listening to the story of when you realized you had feelings for him

Will do things for you even if he’s tired out of his mind as long as it makes u happy

If u needed a glass of water in the middle of the night there is no question about,, he’s getting up from bed to make sure you have it

“Text me when u get home” 🫡

Brings up embarrassing childhood stories about you

But don’t worry you also got some dirt on him so he won’t be hehe-ing for too long

NOOO I FEEL LIKE HE’D ENJOY MAKING LEGO FLOWERS WITH YOU (or any sort of thing where you guys can sit in comfortable silence,, as long as you’re together type thing)

IT’S A YEARLY TRADITION

Is not afraid to tell you his opinion

And won’t always agree with u

Sometimes he wont say it tho, you can just tell by his face…. But also guess what Cheol ur not the boss 🤬🤬🤬

Loves late night drives !!! Eeeee imagine listening to music in the car with him and singing your lil hearts out

One hand on the wheel one hand on you

Having a Spotify blend of ur guys’ favourite songs 😭😭 and they’re always in rotation 😭😭😭 Imma cry rn

He said “I love you” first. Tbh he always knew he was going to be the one bc he can’t help it, it’s so easy with you

Cuddles after a long day

“C’mere” in his tired voice FJOSFIOWJXJKWNS!!!

Spoonfeeds you bites of his meals

Your parents really really like him ((he’s so charming I fear there was no choice))

Sends u cute lil update pics

YOU GOT THIS FULL GROWN MAN SENDING YOU KISSY FACES

Nah he for sure has an album in his phone called “us <3” or some shit with just pics of YOU GUYS AHHHHHH

For some reason I feel like he’d like the sound of his SO’s voice

Is your voice of reason when u wanna make a dumb decision … but will that stop u from being dumb sometimes??? I think not

Lowkey…. Blows u kisses…. No one else is allowed to see tho ok shh

Your whole house smells like him after he visits bc his cologne is STRONG

Often times when you’re cuddling in bed he’ll be looking over your shoulder so u guys watch TikToks/videos together

Soooooo supportive! He’s so proud of you!!

Competitive asshole

It can be the most mundane thing ever but he has to win or even just tease you about it

Voluntarily gives you his sweaters and shirts

Lifts you up a bit when you guys hug

Long-term bets ((just cause y’all know you’ll be together for a longgggg time))

Calling each other by your childhood nicknames

He gets excited when you guys talk about the future he literally cannot wait to spend his entire life with you

Taps on his cheek for a kiss jfodjdjkdnd

Plays with your hair so gently that it causes you to fall asleep

“How are you, my baby?”

HE HAS TO ADD “MY” BC YOU ARE HIS BABY

Protective. If he thinks someone’s gonna mess with you he’ll step in at the exact right time

Lowkey gets jealous,, he needs that reassurance sometimes

NAHHHH imagine saying “make me” to this man …. That’s all I’m gonna say

Bites u (lovingly)

Loves going grocery shopping with you and taking an extra long time in the snack aisle

Has the urge to sing cheesy love songs around you bc you make him feel like those songs!!!

If you do something cute he’ll blush

Messing with him is so much fun bc theres literally endless ways to go about it

You have the privilege to push his buttons

Either one of you bringing up childish shit like “REMEMBER WHEN WE PLAYED FREEZE TAG AND YOU DIDNT UNFREEZE ME??”

If you start showing him things on FaceTime he’ll give you his full attention like he’s in the room with you

Gets pouty when he wants a kiss and you’re not giving it to him

NAH if you get sulky coups it’s over with you’ve already lost … the man is getting what he wants

play wrestles with u

The way he looks at you there is honestly no denying that he is so in love with you

The one person in the world who knows everything about you

Loves a good deep talk but fair warning: he will get emotional about it

All I’m saying is s coups is a certified lover boy methinks

BONUS:

#s coups #s coups scenarios #choi seungcheol #seventeen #seventeen imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop texts #kpop writing #scoups fluff #boyfriend!svt #seventeen drabbles #svt #tbh its not really written in his tone of voice but LOWE ME #THESE TEXTS WERE SO HARD TO COME UP WITH BUT U KNOW WHAT #I LIKE THEM #me trying to fight for my life for no reason #svt headcanons

[spacexseven]

small world

this was really fun! i love skk dynamics theyre so <3 this is a bit chuuya heavy bc of my Very Big crush on him :> i tried to keep their relationship here as vague as possible bc i wasnt sure if the requester wanted them to be involved w e/o as well, so its open to interpretation :D

request from anon: y! chuuya + dazai working together to get their gn! darling

cw: stalking, tracking devices, breaking in and bugging apartment, mentions of kidnapping but it doesn't happen here, manipulative behavior

“dazai,” despite the wind whipping past chuuya as he raced down the empty street on his bike, dazai could hear the venom in his voice loud and clear, “are you sure they’ll be there?” 

he doesn’t bother with a helmet, or any sort of safety gear. he has one with him, just in case, but he's never needed it, not when he has the familiar red glow of his ability and his agile reflexes.

“chuuya,” dazai whines—he whines, as if he’s a child instead of a grown man actively tracking an unsuspecting victim while in said victim's apartment, "don't you trust me?" 

he can picture the scowl on chuuya’s face, even though dazai can’t see him. chuuya is predictable like that, but dazai doesn't mind. it makes riling him up more fun. while waiting for a response, dazai busies himself with fixing the second unnoticeable camera. so far, so good—he had placed it so well that it practically blended in with the walls and ridges, even he wasn't sure that he'd spot it if he wasn't actively looking for the camera.

“no,” chuuya spits out, “if this is a set-up like last time, i'll kill you, bastard."

dazai smiles faintly, a mischievous, knowing, smile, his eyes momentarily drifting away, following the blinking dot on the screen, “you can always try.”

chuuya makes a noise similar to a snarl, but it’s muffled by the furious howling of the wind. neither of them say anything after that, not even when chuuya begins to slow down his borderline reckless driving, coming to a stop near the corner of a deserted street. the street lamps begin to flicker ominously—a silent warning, but nobody heeds it.

he walks away from his motorcycle, glancing back at it once with a little sigh before he melts into the shadows and creeps over the unkempt pavement. he’s disgusted by how dirty the place is, abandoned shop lots with broken windows and peeling paint, overflowing trash cans with suspiciously colored things starting to grow on top, and the garishly graffitied walls. what on earth were you doing in a place like this?

“they seem to have wandered off,” dazai’s voice floods his earpiece, as though the other had read his mind, “couldn’t sleep again, i suppose?”

that wasn’t anything new, but coming this far away from your place? he loathes how unwary you could be, but if it weren’t for that, he might not have so many 'random' opportunities to bump into you and charm you as a mysterious, fleeting stranger; your own guardian angel, coming to guide you back home and send you off safely. chuuya unconsciously clenches his fists. as much as he scorns dazai sometimes, he really is grateful for his help—without his plan to plant a few inconspicuous little tracking devices, how could they have been there to protect you? 

“they’re close by,” dazai continues, “go on, now.”

chuuya had asked dazai before why it was always him who was sent prowling the streets for your wandering figure. he couldn’t exactly complain about it, after all, any opportunity with you was a blessing, but wasn’t it unfair? dazai would never give himself a disadvantageous position, so there had to be something else he was planning. he already knew dazai was slowly worming—sly, scheming bastard that he was—his way into your life, showing up to where you worked often enough that you were familiar with his face, but not exactly friendly with each other. he's racked his mind countless times over the question before, but each answer he came up with didn't satisfy him. dazai's own answer wasn't very helpful either,

"so, you know," he had said, causally sipping on his drink, "if anything goes wrong i could easily blame you and run over to charm them off their feet."

at seeing chuuya's seething expression, he grinned, "i'm kidding! you're just, more likable than me. if i saw you in the middle of an abandoned road at night, i totally wouldn't suspect you of anything bad! you're too short to be threatening, and, too pretty."

chuuya stopped questioning dazai's motives after that. whatever it was, he had promised they would get to share you, and that was enough for him.

chuuya glances around, looking for a figure he had ingrained into his memory by now, but to no avail. before he could ask dazai anything, a voice cuts through the tranquil silence, causing him to tense up.

"chuuya?"

he turns around to see you, eyes shining with relief even in the darkness, the warm smile on your bitten lips filling his heart up with joy again. he quickly relaxes his posture, trying to look as casual as possible, and nonchalantly raises a hand back to you.

"hey," he tucks his hand back into his pocket, "what brings you out here? thought you had given up your nightly sightseeing?"

after a particularly spooky experience the last time he saw you out (thanks to dazai's thorough planning), you had shakenly told him you'd never go out during the early hours again. he thought you'd make good on your promise too, and that was partially why he was so worried when dazai had called him an hour ago, ushering him to your location. regardless, the situation turned out to be a blessing in disguise, providing the perfect chance for dazai to sneak in and work on some things while you were occupied with chuuya.

"yeah, well," you exhale, rocking back and forth. were you nervous around him? "i was hungry, and there's this place near my apartment so i was sure i could get there, but," you hesitate, "i must have gotten lost. what about you?"

chuuya lazily gestures to the vandalized walls behind him, "i came to watch out for whoever's been doing this. it's been going on for a couple of days now, and i'm sick of getting it repainted."

you nod, assessing the damage for yourself. it wasn't really a lie, this area was actually part of the port mafia's turf, and there had been someone trashing the walls despite how many times they painted over it. you didn't know what he worked as, of course not, but you had never really asked him either. he was glad for it because he didn't want to lie to you more than he already had. dazai had told him to be careful about revealing his identity too in case it ended up scaring you away. they couldn't have that, after all the careful observations and risky ventures to get to this point, close enough to know where you would be but careful enough to make sure you never suspected anything. it would be a terrible waste if things went south and they'd just lock you up immediately. initially, that had been the plan, but dazai decided that this approach, albeit rather slow, would be more effective.

chuuya watches you worry at your bottom lip, looking anywhere but at him. dazai's voice, in his ear, is urging him on to offer to bring you home. he's seriously considering it too, but before he can say anything, you surprise him by speaking first.

"have you had anything to eat yet?"

he blinks, processing your sudden question. dazai is hissing at him to say no, but he can't seem to hear, or comprehend anything that isn't the sight of you with your back to the bright moon. he thinks the light behind you makes you look like you were glowing, a sort of halo—fitting for an angel like you.

"chuuya?" he's brought back to reality, quickly assuring you that no, he hadn't, and actually, he was going to go get something to eat just now.

you smile at him, a little shyly, and—"in that case, do you want to get something to eat together? i'll let you pick!"—and chuuya is once again, mesmerized.

he can faintly make out the noises of dazai cheering, but can't find it in himself to tell him to quiet down, not when his own heart was pounding louder than ever before. he knows he must look a fool, eyes wide and unable to form a cohesive reply to such a simple suggestion, but he can't help himself. you've always had that effect on him, since the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"sounds good," he finally says.

"awe," dazai croons in his ear, "they're going to get on the bike with you, chuuya!" by now, he has become rather good at blocking out dazai's voice. he's already flustered enough as it is, and the unnecessary commentary wasn't really helping him stay calm.

he gestures to his bike and brings out the helmet he's never used, internally thanking dazai for his insistence that he should keep one with him. you make your way over to him, glancing over the crude drawings on the wall. his hands tremble with excitement, and he can already feel himself get feverish with exhilaration while he carefully slips the helmet on you, despite your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. when you climb on behind him, he can feel his face get so red, about to explode just like his delirious, uncontrollable heart.

"bring them to our usual place," dazai advises him, "i'll be there."

that was....a great idea, really. a convenient way to introduce you to the knowledge that dazai and chuuya were familiar with each other. chuuya went much slower than he usually would to not startle you, and to give dazai some time to get there before he did, but he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have your arms wrapped tight around him as he raced down the street.

fortunately, he makes it to the designated place without losing himself to his delightful fantasies. from outside of the modest restaurant, he can see dazai already seated at a table near the back. if you're surprised that such an ordinary-looking place was open at this time of the night, you don't show it, merely waiting for him to guide you. he likes this feeling, it was almost as though you were already dating, this simple but intimate action of taking off the helmet for you and brushing back your hair. maybe he's being too forward, but you don't protest, just looking at him with that soft smile of yours that sends his heart and mind into a frenzy. you don't look worried, but maybe if you knew just how deep his—and dazai's—affections ran for you, you would have been.

he guides you inside, not even acknowledging the staff. they, too, knew better than to interrupt chuuya, seeing who he was heading towards. you've unconsciously moved closer to him, and it makes his heart swell with pride. you felt safe with him, didn't you?

from across the room, a tall figure stands up, waving in your direction. you stare at him, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. those bandages, that hairstyle...it was all too familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"chuuya!" the person cries out, "i didn't think i'd see you out here so late!"

chuuya only walks over to the person, bringing you along, "we came to get something to eat," he explains, and turns to you "this is dazai, a good friend of mine."

he's not used to the lack of bickering between him and dazai, despite them only greeting each other, but knows you might be a little overwhelmed if you saw them go at each other's throat, even if there was no real malice behind it. to ease you in, they had a silent agreement to be on their best behavior.

"chuuya's mentioned you before, but i didn't think i'd get to meet you so soon," dazai says, then he pauses for a moment, scrutinizing you closely, "hm? wait, have we met before?"

there's a long pause, before your eyes light up and you visibly perk up, "you've stopped by the place i work at before," you say, "i think there's where i recognized you from."

chuuya straightens up immediately, "you mean, they're the reason you keep going back to that place?"

dazai has to make a conscious effort to hold himself back at your flustered expression, delighted by the reaction that chuuya's lie prompted. how were you so effortlessly perfect?

"he doesn't bother you, does he?" chuuya leans over, ignoring dazai's exaggerated gasp, "i know he can be a little obnoxious at times."

"no, not at all," you shake your head, "he's really nice, and tips well."

dazai preens at your words, looking rather smug. chuuya only eyes him suspiciously while someone walks over to take their order.

"so, do you two often meet up so late?"

"i can't sleep sometimes," you explain, "so i just like to walk outside but i tend to get lost. funnily enough, i manage to run into chuuya each time!"

dazai feigns a look of worry, "but that really can't be safe? i don't mean to overstep, but this is yokohama, and...."

you nod, "i've been pretty lucky that i keep running into chuuya, and i'm safe with him," you don't notice the looks they share between themselves.

"very lucky," dazai echoes, "considering how you don't even have his number, and just keep meeting him coincidentally."

chuuya has a good understanding of what dazai was trying to do, but he's not sure if you'll fall for the bait. when you don't actually say anything, opting to reach over for your drink that just got placed, he can't help but feel disappointed. things were moving awfully slow, slower than he had expected.

you and dazai continue to make small conversation, meaningless things that the other man already knew, but chuuya finds it a little amusing that you had no idea how dazai was in your apartment the moment you left it, and he had definitely looked through your things. still, chuuya takes a note of the things you say anyway, grateful for any sliver of information you grace him with. if it's about you, he wants to know everything.

when it's finally time to go, you follow chuuya out. it's almost like a routine by now for him to drop you off, and he desperately craves the domesticity the action brings him. he's done this so often that the drive back to your home feels like second nature, not even having to think about the directions. while he knows dazai is meticulous in his work, he can't help but wonder if you'd find what he had done to your place.

when he comes to a stop outside your building, he already finds himself already beginning to miss you. how much longer does he have to wait until he can have this all the time? as you begin to walk away, his heart feels heavier. at least back home he can see the results of dazai's task today, even if he can't see you there in person.

"chuuya," you stop his racing thoughts, "do you mind giving me your number?" he must have made his shock obvious because you rush to explain yourself—not that you needed to. he would gladly give you anything you asked for, "i was thinking about what dazai said earlier, and it would be nice, i think."

he takes your phone from your outstretched hand wordlessly, typing his number with quivering fingers. when you thank him and pull him into a close embrace, chuuya is frozen in place. he tries desperately to burn this moment into his mind forever, hoping to forever remember the emotions stirring up in him and the feel of your arms around him.

on his way back, dazai is back to happily chatting away in his ear, telling chuuya that he wouldn't believe what you were up to after you got back. chuuya only smiles. the wait was truly worth it.

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere dazai #yandere soukoku #soukoku x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd #yandere x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd 🐟 #fic 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #chuuya 🐟 #req 🐟

[maybeimamuppet]

OKAY MUPPETS IT IS TIIIIME FOR EZZYS OPINION HOUR

i saw the mean girls movie yesterday and i have THOUGHTS. spoilers below the cut but general thoughts up here

1. is it objectively not a super great movie? yes

2. is it my new favorite movie? yes

3. will i defend this movie tooth and nail from people who don’t like it just bc it’s a musical or bc they’re a 2004 purist? YES

4. did this movie make me feel so many conflicting emotions back to back i have now had a tummyache for 24 hours? YESSS

5. will i ever, ever, EVER IN MY LIFE forgive tina fey for the ending? no.

alright babes welcome to below the elementary school gym class parachute

last spoiler warning!!

these aren’t all in order and are most definitely not all the thoughts i had bc i have the memory storage of a flea and once an experience is over it is GONE FROM MY HEAD so this is the list of thoughts i struggled to put together when i got home lmao

overall thoughts:

it felt very gimmicky. the stage production felt gimmicky too but in a fun way, this was gimmicky in a way that kinda gave me a touch of the ick

it did not feel to me very much like a cohesive movie. it felt like browsing ig or tiktok and just seeing a hodgepodge of scenes stuck together. which is a cool idea but idk how well it worked in practice and i also don’t know if it was intentional.

this is not the word i’m looking for but in terms of personality they absolutely whitewashed all of the characters and i really don’t care for that. the visuals and the casting were so immaculate but in terms of personality they just made them all taste like unsweetened corn flakes.

i’m biased and didn’t care for most of the tweaks they made to the songs individually BUT i think they blended with each other more cohesively than they do in the stage production so that was cool. and i am able to understand why they made them more pop-esque than theatre-y it’s just not my personal vibe

it all felt very emma watson’s beauty and the beast. like. not deserving of much hate but also just not as good. it has its time and place but i still just. the changes they made were too much for me. that being said i am gonna be the #1 viewer whenever it’s released to streaming platforms was not kidding when i said this is a new favorite movie

the whole like. tiktok and iphone camera thing was an interesting??? idea. i really liked it for cautionary tale but the rest. i think it was a better idea than the way they executed it.

i miss do this thing!! i wish they had done like a mashup with it and the stupid with love reprise but i wasn’t mad at the reprise so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

fourth wall break was real cringe!!

thoughts abt cady:

angourie is so cute!!!!!!! she has the perfect look for cady. her costumes were kinda yikes but physically she’s mwah chefs kiss perfection

cady is so viscerally autistic in this version and it is DELIGHTFUL

but again i feel like they took so much from her. in the show she’s this overexcited little bubbly (autistic again but still) thing and she’s naive and then it’s revealed she’s conniving and manipulative and has this serious dark streak in her. in the movie it felt like she was just. awkward and then straight to conniving and manipulative. it was interesting but i miss my little jumping bean i wish they had given her some more spice

this movie has turned me into a cadina shipper of THE HIGHEST ORDER i’m already writing a fic for them and i call diiiiibs nobody else do it i write slow /j

i honestly really liked what ifs. i didn’t enjoy it as much as it roars but i think for the screen and for angourie’s voice it was a better fit. and i think it blended better with the new versions of the songs than it roars would have. not mad at it and the staging of it was really cool

cady being the one with a single parent is so interesting to me!! idk why they did that but i think it’s interesting. makes me wonder what happened to her dad but also go mom!!! women in stem!!!

her relationship with the art freaks was so???? weird??? it seemed like damian was the only one who really wanted all of them to be friends. i love this version of janis and damian together but when they were with cady it was all just so BLAND. it didn’t really feel like she and janis were friends at all which is what’s supposed to make the betrayal sting so much

whatever they were aiming for with someone gets hurt they missed hard bc holy cadina batman that shits gay dude BUT THE STAGING WAS SO COOL with everyone like frozen and then they all kick back in all crazy with the music it was great

janis thoughts:

THEY FUCKING RUINED HEEEEEEEER

AULI’I WAS SO PERFECT SHE WAS SO CUTE AND HER OUTFITS ARE SO COOL BUT THEY JUST TOOK AWAY ALL OF HER PERSONALITY

janis is supposed to be spunky and angry and hurt and vengeful and quirky and out there and firey and she’s meant to HAVE GRIT GOTDANGIT but again she just felt so whitewashed. like here’s a vaguely leftist lesbian in ripped jeans and cool eyeshadow that’s janis right?? LIKE NO IT IS NOT

i’d rather be me, while it had a little less vocal oomph behind it than the stage show, was as transcendent as i hoped for and i got chills multiple times. also the comedic timing of the bus was immaculate and the sound it made made me cackle

i can’t tell how i feel about the new middle school incident. i think it takes so much of the pain out of it for janis which is meant to be her main motivator. she was not supposed to be KICKED OUT she was PULLED OUT but i do kind of like that they clearly made it where regina kissed a girl and liked it and freaked out and that was the catalyst for everything

i do not ship this version of cadnis and that to me is unforgivable. they have sooo little chemistry as friends let alone lovers i just can’t stand it. janis doesn’t ever even seem like she wants cady around. it seems so much like they took away what makes janis janis just to turn her into another catalyst for regina and cady’s stories

apex predator was fun!! i honestly like it being janis and damian singing it better than janis and cady i think it works better as a warning and stuff! and also the band in the tree made me laugh so hard. i’m glad cady had them as her tour guides but again that’s all it felt like they were to each other and i miss them being a little posse

REVENGE PARTYYYYYYUH. i thought the staging was really fucking weird?? like all the pastels and shit didn’t really fit i would’ve much preferred it to start like that and then have blood dripping down the walls or something when they’re talking ABOUT PEOPLES HEADS ON SPIKES. but musically it was my favorite of everything!! i’m so happy they put the original verse back i almost screamed out loud in the theater when i heard it!!!!!

i never thought i would say this but i wish they had not canonically made her a lesbian. i will never forgive tina fey for having her end up with that random girl. no shade to the girl, she’s gorgeous and i’m glad we got some on screen, good, healthy queer rep. but in my eyes that is absolutely just a cop out because they know people wanted her to end up with cady or regina. they’re spitting on us and saying “here have your fucking lesbian and enjoy it this is what you get” and expect us to be happy with it. i get so angry every time i think about it and it honestly kind of ruined the whole thing for me. i would rather she have ended up with kevin g again. or like. honestly damian romantically would’ve made more sense in a twisted fucked up way. i just absolutely hate how they handled that.

damian thoughts:

HE! WAS! PERFECT! i am a grey henson stan first and a human being second but by golly he might be my new favorite. comedic timing on point and the fact we barely get to hear him sing is a FELONY. he was delightful and i love him also we love black queer rep!!! fuck yeah!!!! his bit with the fan before id rather be me. sent me into the dang stratosphere i love him so much

ALSO HIS DATE AT RHE END WE LOVE THESTRE BOYYYYY!!! ugh so cute i love

regina thoughts:

HOW DID THEY MAKE HER SUCH A COWARD???? HOW DO YOU TAKE A CHARACTER WITH SO MUCH POWER AND FUCK HER UP THIS BAD???

again everything that’s a core tenet of her personality was removed. i wasn’t afraid of her which is a CRIME bc renee on broadway’s regina was TERRIFYING. she just felt like one of those girls that every hs has like 7 of. they’re a dime a dozen, they’re rich and hot shit and they know it but you don’t care what they do because you know they’ll be divorced and broke and probably fat at your 10 year reunion. it’s giving peaked in high school and not queen bee which is really sad honestly

it made cady seem so much more evil tho?? like regina seemed. hurt. and cady was still so gung ho about taking her down. and it made janis seem much more manipulative too. i don’t care for either of those things

her costumes were so weird??? half that shit regina would not touch with a ten foot pole but it’s renee and she would and she’s hot so i do not care. also this isn’t a criticism but her halloween costume was giving gargoyle more than angel lol

plastics thoughts:

gretchen again felt really reductive. she was all anxiety. not that gretchen isn’t that onstage but it just felt like that was her entire personality. but bebe was adorable and i loved what’s wrong with me she did a great job

avantika was DELIGHTFUL. i loved her so much more than i was expecting to she was the only one where i never had a moment like “i am watching people acting in a movie they are repeating written lines” it felt much more like fluid with her. 10/10 beautifully done to her

aaron thoughts:

HOW DID THEY MAKE HIM MORE BORING????? MY GOD

he was already the most redundant character in the whole goddamn thing and they somehow made him even more useless. he could’ve been removed from the movie entirely and it would’ve changed NOTHING. he is white bread if he was a spice he’d be flour. didn’t think it was possible to make him more that but by golly they did it

HOW DID HE AND CADY END UP TOGETHER HE HAS THE CHEMISTRY OF A BRICK WALL. she has so much more romantic fire and chemistry with regina this is some of the most comphet shit i’ve ever seen. it’s giving wicked levels of comphet like gooooddamn.

misc. thoughts:

THAT LINDSAY LOHAN CAMEO HAD ME OUTBOF MY SEAT I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING BUT IT WAS AMAZING also that “i don’t know your life” was mwah

MS NORBURY SND MR DUVALLLL WERE SO CUUUUUTE i squealed ngl i love them

overall like 7/10 good movie i’m angry about a whole bunch but this is also amazing i’m so glad we got this new content and i am definitely hyperfixating on it now. so not that different from my stage show opinions lol

#ik this sounds like i’m shitting on it a lot but i promise i’m not #i absolutely loved it #i’m glad this amazing show is more accessible to people now #would absolutely recommend seeing it #i just have a lot of feelings #i feel like a parent #disappointed but not surprised and at the end of the day still absolutely in love #thus concludes opinion hour with ezzy #which actually took me almost exactly an hour to write #hope you enjoyed see you next time lol #entropy with ezzy #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #caps tw #swear tw

[planetdream]

Heeseung & Jake playing good cop and bad cop with you

this is soooo !!!! im thinking jake bad cop and heeseung good cop

heeseung is the sweet n caring dom. 9 times out of 10 he's going to give you exactly what you want, but you gotta ask for it; wants you to verbalize every single thing you want him to do to you, in detail bc he thinks its so cute when his sweet thing talks to him all dirty like a whore. and seung loves making you cum always leading to him fucking you into overstimulation. multiple pecks to your lips while he talks you through it with praises "you're being so good for me.. pussy just begging for my cum.. mhm.. right there? keep cumming for me baby", still fucking you just as deep with the same pacing as before; striving to give you the best, most toe-curling orgasms back to back.

jake, however, is on the complete opposite side of the scale. he's one big meanie like...loves to tease and antagonize you, doing his best to really fuck with your head (likes to play mind games, especially when you're nearing subspace (and ofc he give the sweetest aftercare bc of it)). thinking that jake is the type of hard dom that's so calm n collected on the outside and the inside, perfectly crafting the ways he can tease you. now i don't really see jake as a brat tamer exactly [he just likes to be mean rlly] but he's kinda perfect for brats, he likes watching you act out and will do nothing but laugh and may even attempt to humiliate you (within bounds ofc). not to mention, he would have especially cruel punishments for unruly behavior.

but that's just them individually. they're both such big auras in the bedroom, and that doesn't change when they're dominating you together. gracefully, both of their energies blend well together, and one dom doesn't overpower the other, they're a team. ultimately, i think this depends on the nature or style of the threesome/scene but we're ofc talking about good cop/bad cop here so let's set the scene...

in this situation, for what might just be the first time ever, jake and heeseung are at odds about what to do with you; both having come to an agreement that it's clear—because of your actions tonight [blah blah flirting blah teasing..you get it]—that you're craving their attention. where their opinions differ, is on the subject of exactly how to deal with you. heeseung wants to spoil you, more or less. wants to fuck you and love you so good that you just melt into them and beg for them, whispering about how you're sorry n you just needed this. jake wants to make you feel sorry, more or less. wants to see you're knees bruised from kneeling so long, wants to see your ass marked by several hand prints; to see the spit n the cum all over your face. mending it all with a sweet orgasm once u meekly apologize for acting out.

what becomes of it is hands all over you. while heeseung and jake originally disagreed, all it took was a short pause from the conversation and a rather knowing look. the following events almost hard to recall because you're almost instantly overstimulated: from lips pressed against your skin, and hands gripping your ass and thighs, and whispers of all the things the both of them want to do to you [rather contradictory, as, heeseung is sweet talking you and jake is rather harsh but in the best way]. and because their hands, and their voices and words, and energies in the moment are so different, you're teetering on the edge of subspace before they even get your pants off.

#[💌] ˚｡⋆ #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #enhypen smut #☁️ — daydream.enha #heeseung smut #jake sim smut #dis was just me rambling my bad #rip the paragraphs that didn't make the cut lol

[siover]

i may be just gasping at straws here but there is something just. so insane about how the nature of kendall and shiv’s relationship is somewhat cannibalistic. like shiv spitting in his drink and kendall drinking it anyway and the ‘i love you but i cannot fucking stomach you’ and the idea of kendall being the sacrificial lamb in 2x10 + shiv’s ‘can’t eat’ . like the whole consumption aspect of it all.. just wondering if you had any thoughts on it i suppose!!

YES very true. the kitchen scene is a callback to their childhood in more ways than one--it reflects the siblings' relationship with each other and with food and how they're linked (dyou remember the summer of competitive eating disorders:)). its notable that only shiv and kendall say they're hungry despite none of them having eaten dinner, and that kendall is the only one who ends up eating anything. roman licks the cheese as a joke, passes the ingredients to shiv, who actually blends the discordant foods together, and together they feed kendall this drink that is definitely terrible for him. siblings ! no but i do think its an unsubtle metaphor but it works ! kendalls position as the heir has always relied on roman being the weaker dog bolstering his position, on shiv being the baby who will never get it bc shes a girl. and if he wont drink the rest, they'll drench him with it, turn his own promised position against him in jealousy and self interest and a mistaken notion of love

and shiv spitting in it was very much foreshadowing, yeah. i liked how it was a callback to her spitting in kendalls notebook after the "rape me/i'm not the only one," incident during her speech--it was a childish act then, and its one now, and it shows how any attempts at enmity or solidarity come from the same place of shared abuse, of seeing someone better than you see yourself and punishing them for the traits you share. kendall drinking it again reflects how his position will never be untinged by shivs simultaneous understanding as well as animosity. mirror traps real

the way this all relates to the characters' relationships with food is also ofc very interesting. roman doesnt eat at all, he denies his body and sees it as evidence of his failure to be logan's son. he never wanted ceo, it couldn't have been him, dad's death cements the impossibility of the love he craved by which proximity to the ceo position was made valuable at all. shiv admitted she was starving but never ate anything, only asked her mom if there was food. she brings up food only as a move, only as something that can serve her, because to acknowledge it otherwise would be weakness. ofc this is reflective of her relationship with power, and love--she'll bring it up first so she's noted as being aware of the cards at play without showing her hand. but she never actually gets it because when she's said the quiet part out loud, voiced her ambition, there's nothing stopping the quiet parts of her weaknesses in this world from being consumed i.e. her womanhood :) in the end all she can do is acknowledge the fact of her starvation, and spit into the poisonous food bowl while still hungry.

ofc its kendalls bowl she's spitting into. he sees food as fuel, as something that gets him where he needs to go, but never actually enjoys it, and sees such enjoyment as juvenile--we're not at buckley anymore--but his firm belief in rationality and health corresponding to awareness means its another step to the ideal position that doesn't really exist. at the end of the day he will drink the concoction because he considers himself stronger for it. i did a fucking year in shangai, i'm ready, etc

ultimately this is reflected in their choices in the endings. roman says yes first then retracts with shiv. i think hes the one who says shiv has no stomach for admin which is like, him pinning the decision to support kendall as well as the consideration to kill him onto shiv lol. SHIV doesnt have the stomach for admin, and SHIV cannot stomach kendall, and it comes down to the same thing--shiv shutting kendall out bc she's never been able to digest his choices. this DOES relate to pierce ofc and logan throwing up at the breakfast and ultimately waystar being a declining corporation that could never have eaten up pierce. do you see what im saying do you see how it makes sense from this angle that shiv was the only one who ended up still "in," even if only as the ceo's wife. shiv being unable to stomach kendall is the final nail in the coffin--its acceptance of this fact. of the death of waystar, and by extension logan. anyway i keep thinking about how when they all trooped into the kitchen, wet through, kids again, there was never really any real food in the fridge :)

#shiv roy #kendall roy #roman roy #machinery #usually i would just tag this sibs but its not really abt them as siblings more abt them individually rip. organized blog at what cost #hopefully this makes sense lmao i rehashed some stuff but truly the kitchen scene is one of my favs and not just bc theyre having fun <3 #i barely touched the surface when it came to pierce waystar being eaten etc etc but i hope the connections r clear. girls when METAPHORS #anyway. ty for the ask i enjoyed answering this <33 #sorry it got so long lol i could go on honestly theres aspects i missed #answered #did not proofread btw so if you see spelling errors etc no you dont <3

[vacantgodling]

a rushed blurb about lath and ensio bc i’m not normal about them

soulmates

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol) ; lore & history

character(s): lath guardian of valor, ensio sword of valor, and arian bloom guardian of love (*also as an aside you’ll notice deity names aren’t in all caps bc in history writings among “equal” parties they don’t get the caps treatment)

summary: arian asks a simple question, and the answer is as easy as breathing air

tw(s): references to past death but not in detail, spoilers also kinda

When Lath met the Guardian of Love in person, he had no weapon attached to his side to speak of. His pale pink and grey wings were much smaller than his; let alone the giant wingspan of Immorida who was always off doing her own thing. Lath had been occupied these past few hundred years; between entertaining Ylene and assisting Yutara, to running His Lady’s errands in hunting down wherever Mizdarr had run off to… he had to say he wasn’t even surprised to learn there was a deity of love that he simply hadn’t met yet.

When he told the Guardian of Love this—Arian, that was his name—he laughed gently but not unkindly.

They’d been spending time together for the past several weeks when this particular question came up; days blending together as they usually did when Lath got into a particular groove. Arian was a nice companion. He was unobtrusive and his aura had a melody about it, making more sense when he explained how he was formerly a bard. When Lath asked him about his own weapon, Arian only smiled forlornly.

“It’s not her time to come to me yet.”

Lath didn’t quite know what he meant by that, so he did what he did best, he didn’t ask. However, the Guardian of Love was quite perceptive, to ask him about Ensio when Lath hadn’t even brought him up yet.

“What is Ensio to you?”

Lath stared at him, unblinking, as was his habit.

Arian didn’t retract his statement. Lath looked down at the sword on his side.

In all the years together, he wasn’t sure if he and Ensio ever defined what they were to each other.

Friends, of course, the best of friends. Brothers—Ensio’s family did help raise him after his parents died after all. Comrades; they became scouts together and served the little king Mitica with everything they had. Was there more? Well, love, in all manner of speaking. They hadn’t had time to explore anything beyond the bounds of their friendship but despite Ensio’s jokes and flirting, he never strayed too far from Lath wherever they went. Lath never bothered.

It was too complicated to think about. It’s why he hadn’t these past thousand or some odd years.

“It would be better to ask him.” Lath finally said after a long moment. “I have never been verbose.”

“You aren’t.” Ensio had become better at shifting these past few hundred years. Before it took he and Lath a lot of magic and a lot of prompting to get the transformation to work, but now it was practically seamless. The magic left his mouth in a barely whispered voicing of Ensio’s name, and a hiss of golden smoke that passed his lips.

As it was, Ensio slung an arm over Lath’s shoulder and leaned in, studying Arian curiously. “Oh, we haven’t met before. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Still attached to Lath, Ensio stuck his hand out and Arian took it gently. It was still novel to Lath to see how Ensio was flesh and blood, and it would probably always be.

“Pleased to meet you as well.” Arian said with a serene smile. “Though Lath failed to mention how handsome you are.”

“Well now!” Ensio jostled Lath’s side. “I like him already.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Lath said evenly. “Your beard is still awful.”

“And when’s the last time you blinked this week, owlet?” Lath thought a moment. “If you have to think then that’s the issue!” Lath couldn’t help but laugh. It was probably the first time he did around Arian.

“I hate to interrupt.” Arian said. “But I did have a question that Lath said you might be better to get an answer from.”

“And what’s that?” Ensio asked.

“What are the two of you to each other? I should explain,” Arian said before Ensio could speak. “Though I have not met her yet, I heard that Immordia’s weapon is her child.”

“And you do not have a weapon.” Ensio observed, glancing Arian up and down. “Not yet.” Arian said cheerfully. “It’s not time yet. But I will, I believe.”

“How did you become a Guardian?” Ensio couldn’t help but ask but Lath elbowed him. It was still too recent he thought, to go asking him how he died. Lath didn’t even ask Immordia, she simply told him one day out of the blue. However, Arian didn’t seem bothered.

“I was killed.”

“By beasts?”

“En.” Lath chided. Arian shook his head. “No,” His voice became softer. “I suppose you’d call it a mob.” Lath’s wide eyes widened, if they could. Ensio looked outraged. “Other Terraneans?” He asked in shock. Arian smiled, but Lath could tell it was forced. “You don’t have to answer him.” Lath said quickly. “In fact, you haven’t even answered his question.” Lath looked at Ensio pointedly. Ensio scoffed. “I’m surprised you didn’t just tell him.”

“What we are? I don’t think we ever said.”

“We did.” Ensio said, but he didn’t seem upset for Lath’s lack of memory. “It was when we were small. Seven, if my memory serves?”

“We’re too old for you to be remembering things like that.” Lath said but it was mild. Ensio rolled his eyes. “This is why I told you you’d never find a partner. It’s the little things that are important.”

“That’s why I have you to remember.” And oh. Lath said it so easily, so nonchalantly and as an easy reply to their verbal dance that he almost wouldn’t have registered the meaning of what he said if Ensio hadn’t caught his gaze. No matter what, Ensio was there. It didn’t have any other name.

Arian however, seemed to understand well enough, if his private smile as he watched the two of them bicker said anything. Perhaps he ought to leave them to it. It wouldn’t do to get between soulmates, would it?

#s: tcol #ren writing

[teecupangel]

I would LOVE to see a crossover between demon slayer & assassin’s creed , like it was something that I’m dying to see ever since I got back into the AC franchise in October.

Also I think you should know about Edward, Shay, and Evie JPN VA’s , BC HOLY SHIT

Kenjiro Tsuda is Edward and NOBODY talks about it and the man is a LEGEND along with the other legends! I relate Edward and Kishibe from CSM bc they both love booze and women. Evie voices Annie from AOT and Shay does Caesar from JJBA battle tendency

(This is kinda an offshoot of this 'what if AC and Demon Slayer characters with the same jp voices meet' idea)

Alright, before we go gushing over the jp voices of the other main characters, let’s first talk about an Assassin’s Creed x Demon Slayer Crossover.

This… will have spoilers for Demon Slayer so Imma put it in a Read More. This will take the backstory of both Demon Slayer and coat it in Assassin’s Creed Isu Bullshit to make this more on the side of ‘two series getting blended together with Isu ice’ crossover than a ‘these characters appear in this series’ crossover.

Game?

Okay, let’s do this.

(sidenote, my fingers are so used to typing Desmond that whenever I want to write Demon, it usually goes “Desmon” so if I missed any Desmon misspelling, let me know XD)

So, Muzan’s experimental treatment happened during the Heian period (794 to 1185) and we won’t get into that much detail about this time but the year is important because this is smack dab (1090) in the middle of the year the Assassin Brotherhood was created (or had transitioned from the Hidden Ones).

So, in this crossover, the experimental treatment that was supposed to save Muzan was created using a failed Isu experiment that an off-branch of the Order of the Ancients have found and were doing human experiments to check if it was possible to use it to prolong their lives like the legends of the misthios who was still hunting them down.

Now, we are using the Order of the Ancients in this one for one simple reason: the Templar Order is still building its presence from the ashes of the Order of the Ancients’ main branch in England and is currently under the ideology of King Aelfred. They’re too busy preparing for their ‘grand entrance’ to do human experiments at the moment (and many members would consider such thing beneath them or against their personal interpretation of the Order of which the Templar Order was meant to usher in).

So, Muzan is gets turned into a demon by this experiment and the Order of the Ancients became his first victims and he tortured + experimented on them to learn the truth. By the time Kassandra gets there, it was already too late. Muzan has created his first few demons to create that specific demon that might ‘cure’ him. Kassandra’s high Isu genes meant that she could do feats that normal humans cannot do and these skills gave her an edge in fighting the demons together with the hidden blade she now possessed.

She managed to take down the demons Muzan created (which was a good thing because they were about to tell Muzan about the Isus) and she fought Muzan as well. Unfortunately, she was unable to defeat him and Muzan tries to turn her into a demon as well… to enslave her to him.

The Isu ‘tech’ that was used to make Muzan into a demon reacted to Kassandra differently though and instead she seemingly died after having a severe seizure.

Muzan left disappointed but an hour later, Kassandra gasps as she opened her eyes.

She doesn’t know what happened and if the Staff had been the one to save her or not but she retreats for now, knowing it would be futile to take Muzan alone.

She needed allies…

From Heian Period to The Third Crusades/Kamakura period:

Kassandra makes contact with the Ubuyashiki family and helps in the creation of the Demon Slayer Corps (more as a secret co-conspirator because she knows Muzan would hunt her and the Ubuyashiki family if he learns she lived)

She tried to contact the Hidden Ones as well but learned that the Hidden Ones are no more, having been absorbed by the Assassin Brotherhood who are currently ‘unavailable’ so Kassandra is on her own at the moment.

Kassandra would leave Japan to finally contact the Assassin Brotherhood once she was sure that the Demon Slayer Corps could handle their own. She meets with their current mentor, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, to talk about the demon problem in Japan.

Altaïr joins her in Japan to check the situation himself, leaving the Brotherhood to Malik Al-Sayf, and they learn that the Apple cannot control them at all yet they could be misled by the Apple’s illusions. It’s thru Altaïr’s studies with the Apple that they learn why Kassandra survived Muzan trying to turn her into a demon. Those with high concentrated Isu genes have varying immunity to being turned into demons and there is a defense mechanism in play in certain individuals to keep them from turning into demons. Altaïr says that this mechanism is only in certain people and, if they drink blood from either Muzan or Kassandra (who has been ‘infected’ in a sense), they would gain a similar immortality that Kassandra possessed.

Things happened, the demons attack, Altaïr is wounded saving the current Oyakata-sama and Kassandra berates him for being reckless. Altaïr tells her that his wounds are too severe so Kassandra agrees to let him drink her blood. Altaïr doesn’t turn into a demon but is revived as effectively an immortal like Kassandra (although the infection made the Staff’s immortality setup moot, making both Kassandra and Altaïr not age but be able to die if their body takes too much damage). Altaïr returns to Masyaf to make preparation to branch out the Brotherhood before it became clear he was no longer aging.

Once everything is done, Altaïr relinquishes his title to Malik and tells everyone that he will create a Brotherhood in Japan. The Japanese Brotherhood would look after Templar activities (which seemed to be in the bud at the moment) while helping the Demon Slayer Corp in their endeavours to kill demons and find and take out Muzan once and for all.

Unfortunately, Kassandra and Altaïr’s appearances made Muzan realize that, if he wants to survive and reach his goal, keeping his plans in Japan is not the way to go.

They hear rumors that Muzan left Japan and now Kassandra and Altaïr go their separate ways to try and find Muzan.

Sidebar: Altaïr definitely went to the Island of Tsushima to fight off the Mongols and he reunites with his oldest son Darim there who told him that Sef is now the mentor. Altaïr gives Darim his Armor of Altaïr (that’s not the original name, Altaïr named it the Sunlight Armor but… uuhhh… the name got changed later on due to… time) and the eagle sword forged in Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand and Scarlet Ore. He has his own nichirin sword and he warns Darim that if they were ever faced with an enemy that seemed unworldly, use his sword or their hidden blades.

The original hidden blades used by the Hidden Ones (most of which were used by the Assassins in Alamut and Masyaf) were forged from Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand and Scarlet Ore as well. It’s unclear where the Hidden Ones got the ores and sands but Kassandra has an inkling it’s connected to a mysterious merchant ally of the Hidden Ones that she only heard the name of “Thousand Eyes”. Altaïr had requested that more hidden blades be created for the Brotherhood in Japan and that they ship a few of them to the other branches to give them a chance in case a demon gets there.

Renaissance Italy/Muromachi(Sengoku) Period:

Altaïr gets to Italy because he learns of an Apple being transported into Venice. By the time he gets there, the Apple is in the hands of Ezio Auditore who had retaken it from the Templars after an epic punch out in the Vatican. He managed to get to the Italian Brotherhood’s main headquarters, Monteriggioni, just in time to warn them about the army he saw on his way to them.

A lot of people do a doubletake because, yeah, he looks a lot like the statue of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad but he just waves it off as him being a descendant because there’s no way he was going to say ‘yeah, I’m the real deal and I’m sorta immortal at the moment because there is a much larger problem than Templars right now.’

He helps them protect the town but they knew that they had to leave. The Papal Army will return with more soldiers and they wouldn’t bat an eye razing the entire town into the ground just to ‘clean’ the taste of defeat from their mouth.

They all go to Rome with many of the civilians joining them and Altaïr gets sucked into the whole ‘let’s get all of Rome against the Borgias!’ plan.

He and Ezio become friends and he also becomes a close advisor to Ezio’s early years as a mentor, just to help him get to his feet and figure out by himself what kind of mentor he wants to be.

Ezio also lets Altaïr study the Apple and the two Apples resonant with one another, showing Altaïr and Ezio a blurry vision of someone. Ezio believes that person is the one the goddess call Desmond. Altaïr doesn’t understand why but he also believes that Ezio is right. That person is Desmond…

Cesare still poisons his father and runs away, Ezio and Altaïr chase after him but Altaïr is distracted by the appearance of three demons who tried to kill him while Ezio continued to chase after Cesare. Feeling dread in the pits of his stomach, Altaïr takes care of the three demons and tried to find Ezio and Cesare.

He’s just in time to see Cesare pierce Ezio’s stomach and it was clear that Cesare had become a demon, Ezio didn’t let that deter him, using the sword Altaïr had given to Darim all those years before to behead Cesare. As his head and body fell to the cliff below as it disintegrated, Ezio falls to his knees.

Altaïr gives him his blood before he dies because he knows, something inside him knows, that Ezio is one of the people with the defense mechanism. Ezio is revived and he returns to Italy with Altaïr.

After he was sure the Brotherhood would be okay even if he was no longer the mentor, Ezio joined Altaïr in traveling to Masyaf because Ezio had a vision when he was turned of a castle that, when he described it to Altaïr, sounded a lot like Masyaf. Although Altaïr has no idea what this supposed door underneath Masyaf was meant to be. There was no door there before.

The Ezio-Sofia thing happens in the background and it takes them longer to find the memory seals (which now contain memories of Sef). The last memory seal they find is actually in Sef’s resting place in Alexandria and Sef directly talks to Altaïr, “Father, I know you’re out there somewhere. I made all of these because of a dream I had. I cannot truly explain it but… there is something in Masyaf that must be kept a secret until you return. Once you see it… you will understand what must be done to keep the world safe from the darkness crueler than the Templars will ever be.”

When they finally entered the underground ‘garden’ (as legends go, it was a garden that Sef had tended every day), it’s dark but they could see something blue glowing at the center. Once they were close enough, they realize it was a flower bed of blue spider lilies.

And, in the center of the flower bed, a man was sleeping. No. He wasn’t moving at all.

Was he dead?

They cautiously stepped closer and the moment Ezio and Altaïr were by the edge of the flower bed, the slightly glowing blue spider lilies glowed brightly before slowly losing all colors, turning into white spider lilies. It started from the edge then slowly moved inward until the last blue spider lilies to lose their color were the ones underneath the man.

A second pass…

And the man gasped as he sat up.

He turned to look at the two men staring at him and blinked as he called out, “Altaïr? Ezio?”

They don’t know how or why but both of them answered, “Desmond…”

Dun dun dun!

Yup. Ending it there at the moment because this was getting looonngg. I’ll continue with the Kenway family drama another time (and, this time, we get Kassandra and Edward duking it out in naval combat).

I am thinking if we should make Haytham and Shay immortals OR, let’s add lots of Kenway family drama in this one (as well as Dorian-Cormac feud) by making them both demons instead (and they’ll be part of the Twelve Kizukis). I’m honestly leaning toward the latter XD.

Sorry if this was light on the Demon Slayer characters but the main characters of Demon Slayer won’t be born until the Taisho Era (1910ish) but, at that point, you bet the story would be much more different since there’s gonna be butterfly effects.

Other than that, yes, we are making Desmond the living embodiment of the blue spider lilies that Muzan was looking for because I show my love to Desmond by making his life complicated XD

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Now, let’s gush over the JP voices of the other AC main characters.

Before anything else…

Desmond Miles is voiced by Hiroki Tōchi

Who voices as a lot of older men types (Malik from Tales, General Cross from D.Gray-man, Ovan from .hack, Mael from Seven Deadly Sins and Klaus from Valkyria Chronicles) which I find funny. He’s also the jp voice of Gavin Reed (Detroit Become Human), Chris Redfield (RE) and Nathan Drake (Uncharted).

Funny thing? He voiced Toki from Fist in the North Star in the 2010 anime adaptation BUT Tomokazu Seki (EZIO) took over for the 2010 and 2013 video games.

AND to make things even funnier, Haytham is voiced by Kenyu Horiuchi who voiced Toki in the 2023 Fitness Boxing game and the Legend of Raoh anime. XD

(honestly, there’s a lot of Fist of the North Star voice actors in Assassin’s Creed with Altaïr’s voice actor being one of the go-to voices of Kenshiro XD)

Edward Kenway is voiced by Kenjiro Tsuda (yeeesss, he’s definitely a Legend! He’s freaking Seto Kaiba!)

He also voiced Gris/Gregory from Fire Emblem, Luis Sera from the RE4 remake, Zeke from Xenoblade Chronicles 2, Zaveid from Tales, CHIKAGE from Hakuoki, FIRE EMBLEM from Tiger & Bunny, TATSU from The Way of the Househusband, NANAMI from Jujutsu Kaisen, Overhaul from MHA/BNHA, and have I already said that he voiced Seto Kaiba from YuGiOh? Yeah? Well, he voiced Seto Kaiba from YuGiOh. I think the best part is that he voiced Hannes from AOT. Hhhmmmm… parental figure to a main character that has dirty blond hair and is using alcohol to cope with the bad shit in his life only to die in front of said main character? Lollollol (also, also, Kishibe, Hannes, and Edward would definitely try to drink each other under the table)

Evie Frye is voiced by Yu Shimamura

As @ullyaboo has already said, voiced Annie in AOT, she’s also the voice of Zelda in TOTK, Mature in 2018 King of Fighters game (who was usually voiced by Hiroko Tsuji), Cindy from FFXV, Shinobu from JoJo, and Ilina from Chaika.

Once more, Rogue’s voice actors are not in Behind the Voice Actors so I had to doublecheck with the jp wiki. XD

Shay Cormac’s voice actor is Takuya Satou

Who voices CAEEESSAAARRRR in JoJo (sidenote: Old man Joseph is voiced by Unshō Ishizuka who voices William Miles XD), Machias from Trails, Albert James Moriarty from Moriarty, Conrad and Abel from Fire Emblem, and Alphen in Tales.

#if this was an ac au inspired by demon slayers #templars would mainly be demons #the mcs of acs would be the hashira #aya or bayek would be oyakata-sama #and desmond’s probably gonna get turned to nezuko because i’m evil XD #but this is a pure ac x kny crossover #ask and answer #i’m just going to tag the ones who appeared #assassin's creed #kassandra of sparta #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #desmond miles #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: demon slayer #fic idea: crossover #fic idea: assassin's creed

[ghostykapi]

all yours

tzuyu & 10th member!reader // fluff

only fluff for our angel tzuyu (bc I ended up crying trying to make angst for her)

being one of the tallest members has it perks in idol life and in the dorm. tzuyu didn't have to wear heels that were too high and managed to hide both of your snacks for so long being hidden on top of places your members couldn't find or even reach

being one of the short ones also had its perks you would say. more leg room on airplane rides and blending with the crowd seemed easier when you just wanted to get out without being seen

now while you didn't mind being part of the short squad, you particularly preferred if your members didn't tease you so much for being much smaller than your girlfriend. you managed to lived with it of course after many years being together as a family, but you were still shy and a little bit embarassed when they teased your girlfriend for being a little overprotective

today there was a new choreography that had to be learned. you were minding your own business at the side, practicing while tzuyu drank water and commented on what steps you should focus more on. it was nice, but the way she had been hovering over you was a bit puzzling

it didn't help that chaeyoung and dahyun were snickering at the side. so when you turned your head towards them with a confused face, they glanced at the dance instructor that taught you guys the routine who was subtly checking you out

"baby" tzuyu called softly, slipping her arm around you and pulling you closer. the dots suddenly connecting in your head

you can feel the way her voice has an edge to it. the way her eyes get a sharper. the way her aura gets a bit darker. the way the thin line settling on her lips fits perfectly. the way her eyebrows knit together when she's getting restless

"yes darling?" your brain is trying to find ways to make sure she doesn't snap, but your heart is having too much fun seeing her like this "you know you are my darling right?"

she doesn't say anything else, only getting a bit closer and making sure to move your shirt to the side, only for her marks on your shoulders to start showing

"I know. I'm your darling, and your darling likes to mark who she belongs too"

the room goes silent at what she says and suddenly the older members start shouting on what they just heard

"I TAUGHT YOU WELL MY CHILD"

"NAYEON UNNIE WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HER THAT"

"I can't believe you actually said that, my child actually said that"

"momoring you owe me lunch"

"TZUYU WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NOW I LOST MY BET"

the rest of the maknae line is just laughing at your flustered state at this point, all while tzuyu smirks in victory

"I promise to buy you food later"

"chou tzuyu you better"

#twice imagine #twice imagines #twice reactions #twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice fluff #chou tzuyu imagines #chou tzuyu #chou tzuyu scenarios

[seal-writes-stuff]

oh my god i'm drunk with power slamming this ask button again & again -- Seal does Dani do anything to celebrate Halloween? the very thought of her in a cute dorky costume or chickening out of a haunted house/horror movie bc it's too stressful is making me COMBUST. please share your valuable insight, tsym (:

Spooky Season

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: F!Reader, some suggestive stuff (nothing explicit but still), otherwise pure fluff

Summary: Glimpses of the Halloween celebration you and Dani have together.

A/N: Ask and you shall receive >:) Happy belated Halloween, guys! I couldn’t choose between a fic and a list of headcanons for this one, so I’ve decided to try something new and kinda did a blend of both. Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, quit squirming!” you throw your hands in the air, pretending to be exasperated, as Dani struggles not to laugh. “You’re running my hard work. I simply cannot continue in such dire conditions.”

“Dire? Seriously?”

“Well, not that dire,” you wiggle your eyebrows. “But, y’know. I could use some cooperation.”

“Can you blame me, though? It’s been half an hour…”

 “You can’t rush art, miss Ardor. Now sit tight or it’ll be, like, ten more hours and that’s a promise.”

She huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you know she doesn’t mean it. You can’t imagine Dani ever being seriously angry at you, especially without talking it out.

A few silent minutes pass as you keep drawing shiny scales on her cheekbones. Some face paint here, some glitter there – everything to create a perfect make-up for a mermaid costume. You’ve designed a whole thing yourself too, in just a couple of hours.

Dani’s very inspiring, what can you say.

“Thank you, by the way,” you look up, only to be met with her gentle gaze, shining with bashful adoration. “For this. I know it's silly, but-”

“You make it sound like a favor,” you murmur under your breath, returning to you work. “And not like a blessing it is. So… Can’t take it, sorry.”

“Oh,” Dani’s voice cracks. She blinks a few times. “That’s- That’s really beautiful.”

“That’s just how it is,” you move away, giving Dani’s face a one last look-over. “Speaking of beautiful! Not to brag or anything, but I think this is my magnum opus. If you dragged me to the bottom of the sea, I’d just thank you.”

“That’s a siren, not a mermaid.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not an expert in, uh, mermology,” you revel in a small giggle she gives you. “Then what? You’ve sold your voice to the sea witch to see the human world?”

“Yeah, right. To see a very…” Dani looks away, blush still obvious despite all the makeup. “Um, special part of it.”

Now it’s your turn get flustered. You stare at her lips; a glance not stolen, but gifted freely.

“Well then. Better give you a true love’s kiss really quick.”

“What about ruining your hard work?”

“Eh, who cares? There’s always more glitter.”

***

“Is it over?” Dani peeks at the screen, only to immediately hide her face in the crook of your neck again.

“It didn’t even start! That’s literally just two people talking.”

“Yeah, for now!”

“Oh, come on,” pausing the horror movie the two of you are watching, you let out a soft laugh. You’re not even looking at the screen anymore and you don’t need to– you know how it goes. You’ve seen it way more times than you’d like to admit; it’s cheesy and the special effects didn’t age all that well, but it’s still dear to your heart. Also, it’s not scary at all.

Well, not for everyone, apparently.

“You know,” you whisper in Dani’s ear, feeling her shiver at the proximity of your warm breath. “If you just wanted to cuddle, could’ve just said so.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, so you didn’t want to cuddle?”

“No, I- That’s not- Ah!” she hides her face in her hands with a groan. You don’t reply, opting for a kiss on a cheek instead. “You’re so annoying, I swear.”

 “And yet here we are,” you murmur, earning a content sigh from Dani. “I love you so much, y’know? Don’t you forget.”

“Don’t think I can.”

An image of a rubbery-looking monster peeking from the shadows lingers on the TV screen for hours, forgotten.

***

“Alright, so trick or treat?”

Dani rolls her eyes, attempting to grab the bowl of leftover candy you’re holding, but you’re quick enough to pull it away. It’s dark outside; the kitchen is illuminated with all the candles you’ve managed to find around the house, the soft orange glow outlining cardboard bats and plastic skeletons. You were aiming for “scary” when you’ve set the decorations up. Still, “romantic” fits better anyway, love shining through the playful horror.

Honestly, you can’t complain.

“Pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“It is now!” you put the bowl in one hand, placing the other on her forearm. “Come on, baby, humor me for a minute. Trick or treat?”

“Alright, alright, uh…trick? I’m scared already.”

“That’s the point of the holi- Hey, not so fast!” you cut your girlfriend’s another attempt to steal candy from you short, grinning. “Tell me. What did a skeleton say to her girlfriend after a date?”

“Can’t even imagine. Wait, don’t you dare say ‘let’s bo-”

“Let’s bone.”

“Oh my God,” Dani buries her head in her hands as you cackle triumphantly. “This is awful. Get out.”

“You’ve chosen it, not me!” reaching into the bowl, you pull out a Twix and hand it to her. “Here. A whole bar, you deserve it.”

“Thank you.”

Without another word, Dani grabs the candy from you and unwraps it, handing you one of the sticks. You put the bowl down; for a moment, the both of you are too busy with your sweets to talk, but you can tell there’s something on her mind. That little frown of hers, made all more adorable by the fact that she has no idea about it.

“Okay, no- I’m curious now,” Dani brushes the crumbs off her mouth with a quick gesture. “What would be a treat?”

“Want a trick and a treat?” you move closer, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Your wish is my command. What did I say to my girlfriend after this date?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Worked so far.”

Dani doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans in and you comply happily, drowning in her soft embrace. Sweeter than any candy, warmer than any candle.

“Y/N, it’s…” Dani whispers, pressing her forehead to yours. “It’s really nice.”

“What is?”

“This. You,” she kisses you, smiling against your lips. “I mean, it’s so- Can we do this next year? Please. I’d really love that.”

“I think that’s how that ‘holiday’ thing wo- Ow!” with a giggle, you steal another kiss, closing your eyes in pure joy. “Of course we can. Happy Halloween, baby.”

#dani ardor #dani ardor x reader #dani ardor imagine #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #midsommar #seal writes

[lucidreamer-uwu]

With You, For You [Featuring the demon brothers]

HAVE YOU LISTENED TO THE LATEST SONG BY THE OBEY ME! BOYS, "WITH YOU"??? If you haven't, what are you doing????? LISTEN TO IT NOW IT WILL MAKE YOU MELT! This fic is inspired by the song "With You" by the Obey Me! Boys! Was literally listening to the song on repeat and got emotional over it as I was writing this so I HIGHLY recommend that you listen to the song first then read this while listening to the song ~ Anyway, enjoy!

Genres: Fluffy fluff, smol angst (bc I can't help myself but involve angst in legitimately everything HAHSDHA)

Summary: You come home to a surprise when the brothers sing you a heartfelt song that they themselves made just for you. You were feeling down lately up to the point where they started to worry, so they wanted to make you smile.

The lights of the House of Lamentation was dimmer than usual, yet the atmosphere felt calm and serene. It was contrast to its usual state. You had just come back from getting groceries for the week since it was your turn to go.

After making a quick stop to the kitchen to unload the bags of grocery items, you curiously explore the house, trying to find anyone really. It was suspicious enough that it was too quiet, but why was Beel not in the kitchen at this time? It's his usual schedule to be there by now, but he wasn't.

As you walk the halls, you start to hear a faint melody when you neared the living room.

*"With You" starts playing*

A piano note starts to play. Is that Belphie's voice? You ask yourself when you heard mellow singing. It was followed by Asmo's silky smooth voice, then Levi's low-modulated one came afterwards. You were confused, but you followed their singing until you find yourself face to face with all the brothers dressed up in suits and holding each their own wireless microphones as background music played from out of nowhere.

You sensed magic in the air. It wasn't the same magic that you usually feel around the house or the whole of Devildom, it was more subtle and delicate. It felt like love. Pure love.

"With you" The pause made your heart race. "My love forever..." They sing in harmony, synchronizing their tunes to blend in an augmented rhythm. Music danced along with the brothers' voices, reinforcing their charisma.

As they continued to sing the chorus of the unfamiliar, but heartfelt song, a pang in your heart made your chest throb as you heard the brothers sing in front of you, their eyes, all fixated on you alone. You've never seen them wear such serious faces before. What's going on?

Mammon, despite the inconsistent eye contact he held with you, had a light tint of red across his face. Nevertheless, he seemed sincere with his singing. Satan, for the first time ever, did not have a cynical smile plastered on his face. He looked vulnerable and genuinely seemed like he meant every word that came out of his mouth. Beel's smile lit up the whole place, outshining any other light that emerged from the sides of the dimmed room. Lucifer sang with such grace, it was enough to make you weak in the knees. Asmo was always emotional and now wasn't an exception, but the soft look in his eyes made his smile glow in a way you've never seen before. You knew Levi had a great voice, but you never knew that one day you'd be able to hear him sing YOU a song without stuttering or backing out. And Belphie was giving the performance his best, wholeheartedly smiling with utmost affection he made clear and obvious for you.

Their voices converge once more, bringing the music they made together more influence, causing you to sway.

"With you. My love forever..."

It suddenly became hard to swallow, as if you were trying to ingest a large pebble down your throat. You felt your hands grow cold as you clasped them together close to your chest. The familiar feeling of tears that welled up behind your eyes emerged from its sides, threatening to fall.

You don't know what was happening right now or why the brothers were doing this for you, but every second of this moment was meant to be savored. You would remember this day, this moment, for the rest of your life, and for all of time. You were sure of it. This magical moment was more than just a dream.

Belphie and Asmo approaches you as they sing, taking your hand and leading you to the center of the room to stand in the middle of everybody. You were within the brothers' close range, and it made your face heat up immensely despite your glossy, teary eyes.

As they each sing a line for you, they came close to say it to your face to show their sincerity. Your tears had long fallen from your eyes, and each time they did, one of the brothers would wipe them away, caressing your face in the process.

*"With You" stops playing*

The song ends in a satisfying note and you were left to look anywhere but at them. How could you face them in the state you were currently in? You couldn't.

"O-oi-!" Mammon stutters. You could practically feel the way he was just as flustered as you were. "Whaddya think you're doing, human?" He'd try to play it off cool. "Oooh~! Do you like our little surprise for you, my dear MC~?" Asmo, hugs you, reverting back to his usual self.

Before you could even think of what to say in your speechless state, Lucifer strokes your head. "Did you like it, MC?" He'd ask, and all you could do was nod with more tears welling from your glassy eyes.

In the moment of everything, you were finally able to muster up a few words to ask what this was all about.

"We hear you cry in your room late in the night, MC" Satan points out. Wait what...? Your face heats up for a whole different reason now.

"Yeah, and we didn't wanna be a bother by asking you about it" Belphie yawns, leaning on you. This makes Mammon scowl at his brother, wanting to shove him off of you. But this time he held himself back for your sake.

Hold on. They hear you cry at night? Talk about embarrassing?! You totally thought no one could hear you! You became bashful and everyone could tell.

"Is it because of what the students keep talking about at RAD?" Beel confronts, straightforwardly, earning an unamused face from Levi. "Way to start, Beel" he says, sarcastically.

The students at RAD didn't have anything against you personally, some of them even liked and looked up to you, but they all had one thing in their minds. That the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, the angels, and even Solomon, were only all over you because of the exchange program. Once you were finished with it, they couldn't care less of what you were getting yourself into. Those thoughts that they shared gradually crept up on you and consumed your head.

It was silent for a moment. Mostly because Beel got it right down to the letter. So you kept your head low, and your finger intertwined with each other. You felt ashamed to doubt the friendship you shared with everyone, but your insecurities got the better of you.

"W-well" Mammon was first to break the silence. Everyone's attention was now on him, including yours. "You're stupid to believe them ya know" he says.

"What...?" You whisper.

Lucifer smiles at Mammon briefly, then to you. "Mammon's right. You are an important part of our lives, MC. Nothing can change that. The student exchange program might have started our relationships with you, but it most certainly won't end it."

You could feel yourself about to break into tears once more, so you cover your eyes with your arm and managed a "thank you" in between hiccups.

"Is that why you all looked so serious just now?" You ask once you've wiped most of the tears away and compose yourself.

"Well, it was Levi's idea" Belphie says. Levi on the other hand starts to panic, eager to find someone else to put in the spot light. "Y-y-yeah, but Mammon did most of the work-!"

"H-ha?! I-it's not like I did much-!" Mammon, blushes as well. "P-Plus! Beel's the one who carried us throughout the song!"

Beel tilts his head at his older brother, then points to Asmo. "I think Asmo made the song better though"

"Oooh~ I know I was the most stunning and everything but did you all see how cute Belphie was when he sang so eagerly~?"

Belphie pouts, slightly embarrassed and looking to the side. "Why me? Satan's the one who was singing with his whole entire existence being poured out..."

Satan pulls a face similar to Belphie's and shuts his eyes, arms crossed. "Go blame Lucifer for that. He was trying to upstage us all and I wasn't about to lose to him"

"I take it that was a compliment?" Lucifer would smile at the fourth born. And just like that, the brothers would go into pointless banters, making the House of Lamentation lively once again.

You could only smile as you cringe at their behavior. Are they really fighting about not being the best? Usually they'd fight about being the best. Instead, they keep passing that honor to one another. Is this normal? Should you be worried?

Meanwhile, you all didn't notice your extra audience peering in from behind the living room doors.

"I must say, that performance was extravagant! The brothers really care about MC that much, huh" Diavolo would whisper, careful not to let you all notice.

"It was splendid indeed, young master." Barbatos would agree. "However, Lucifer would not be fond of us intruding and spying on them like this, my Lord"

Beside the two, the residents of Purgatory Hall poke their heads through the door's little opening. "I wonder what they would do if we kidnapped MC while they're fighting like that. I doubt they'd notice" Solomon shows a scheming smile.

"Let's not do that and let MC handle them like always" Simeon opposed the sorcerer's suggestion with a twinkling smile while Luke frowns below them all. "Those demon brothers should pay more attention to MC! Maybe we should take them!" he says, determined.

"Now now, Luke" Simeon sweat drops. It was slightly worrying how much of an influence Solomon was having on Luke by now. They even sometimes share the same sentiment...

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For the "500 words or less" director's cut prompt, which I missed because of the holiday: this 409-word bit of TTOU chapter 31 that surprisingly does not include Nicola, as much as I love her, but does include my favorite confused and well-meaning alien blorbo.

“Walsh’s sister is in government and her brother-in-law was private-sector for a long time,” Fajr explained from the front passenger seat. Gordon was driving, leaving her free to talk without the fear of distraction. “I don’t remember precisely what either did, since I’m not well-versed in those parts of Human society, but it’s been able to help them afford this neighborhood without an issue.” “No one needs to be that well-versed in Human society,” Malcolm assured her. “Her sister’s probably a high-ranked civil servant, impossible to get rid of no matter the government, and he’s probably some energy-sector or banking fuck. I met so many back in my former life that they all blended together after a while. You don’t need to worry about them.” “I might, but that would all depend on what happens during the debriefing.” The satnav instructed Gordon to turn and he did so, pulling into the drive of a house more grand than what was likely all four of their salaries put together. Once the car was parked, they got out and went to the front door as a group, where they were greeted by Walsh herself. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” she said, ushering them in. Looking over her shoulder, she then shouted into the house, “They’re here, Nick! Four of them!” An unintelligible shout answered her and Walsh brought the guests into an elaborate sitting room, where tea was already laid out. “Sorry about the pretenses, Kate. Nick’s place isn’t exactly what most people would call humble.” “You’ve been able to recoup here—that’s what counts,” Kate replied. “Oh, you remember Fajr Bismuth? She’s now our Head of Security and Surveillance.” “I thought Frank still had a few years left on his contract,” Walsh said, pouring tea. “What’d you do to convince him to step down?” “He didn’t,” Fajr said. She tried to keep eye contact with Walsh, but couldn’t. “Frank Hughes was one of the first people the insurgents killed upon capturing Mainframe UK. I… I couldn’t save him.” “You saved others though, from what I’ve heard, and we can’t fault you for doing all you could,” Walsh said. “He’d be proud to know you’re his successor.” “You think so?” Gordon asked, relief in his voice. “There are some people who are upset that it’s not me.” “Do you want the position?” Walsh asked. “Not yet; eventually, but Fajr was next in line.” “Then let it be Ms. Bismuth.”

AAAHHHHH YEAH THIS BIT more about this bit under the cut.

Have a fic excerpt you want me to break down? Go ahead and let me know!

Okay, so, this bit! I wanted to keep the possibility of Nicola and Walsh being not-related while also teasing it for as long as possible, which brings us to Bismuth being the one who is giving the infodump. If Malcolm did any sort of looking-into Walsh's sister's background then he'd know instantly what was going on, but for now it's just this posh as fuck neighborhood with Walsh going "yeah sorry my sister's place is kinda extra".

'Cause here's the thing: Nicola Murray is rich. She and her husband both have high-paying jobs, can send multiple children to private school, and she seems to have just the right amount of reality disconnect in relation to others while still caring about people to insinuate that she's always been on the wealthier end of things. Shit, it's implied that her husband makes enough that she doesn't have to work, but does anyhow for both self-fulfillment and because she loves helping people. It also wouldn't surprise me if she and/or Mr. Nicola came from money to start, since this is also the UK we're talking about. So yeah. Posh as fuck.

And then Walsh is there! Doing some more misdirection bc Beck and Nick being nicknames for ladies in male-dominated jobs isn't anything, nooooo. I found it really important to me that we expressly lay out Walsh and Gordon's acceptance of Bismuth as the successor to the Security Head's role for a lot of reasons. Here's what we know of Fajr Bismuth thus far:

She is a Zygon.

Her grasp on Human culture is... strained at best.

They just are recovering from the Zygon Insurgency, where Bonnie and Company murdered a bunch of UNIT people including the man Fajr is replacing. The amount of symbolism there is intentional.

She is supposed to be the new Head of Security. So, being in charge of preventing something like that happening again. Everything depends on her loyalty to the Tripartite, which is not exactly something in good standing at that moment.

Her name is awesome but it's also very specifically non-English. It's a feminine Arabic name that means "dawn, beginning", and is a time for observant Muslims to pray during the morning twilight (fajr and four other daily prayers are part of the Five Pillars/Ten Practices of the Religion in Sunni/Shia Islam). Her having a name that can be a Briton's, but is not considered British is symbolic of her status as someone who is stuck between worlds and cultures as someone who might actually be named Fajr would. It is just as intentional. Bismuth just was also an element near [Themba] Astatine on the periodic table that I thought sounded cool with Fajr, since I like giving Zygons elemental names.

So now you've got all of that, and we're in this posh as fuck house, having a conversation with someone who very well could lobby to scuttle the concept of Bismuth having such an amount of power, especially with the resistance that has been seen within the other Departmental Heads. Like, if anyone can make or break this position for Bismuth from within Mainframe UK, it's Walsh. It was her command that was obliterated. She's the one with potentially the biggest stake in that game when it comes to whether another Human heads Security or a member of the extraterrestrial species that caused the entire mess to begin with... and... she... just... accepts once she has all the pieces she needs. You have to remember that Walsh is on a mental sabbatical--once things were over she had a fucking breakdown. Her approval means a lot.

...and Gordon's a good boy he's not gonna fuck this up for Bismuth he knows better than that.

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