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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“There Is No Other Love, It's Only Yours ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Maybe ooc, barely proofread

Description; how the bsd men say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it (sigma does actually say it but that's besides the point)

A/n; Next fic post will be a request! Sorry they're taking me so long : ( this is a new style of writing for me and it's really short, but I figured I'd give it a shot. It might be a little whack though because I'm real tired rn I took an hour long nap before writing Sigmas

Dazai says ‘i love you’ best through physical touch and small gestures of the sort, specifically touching your hands. As soon as you're within his reach, your hand is in his and his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles affectionately. His lips brush against your knuckles when he gives excuses to Kunikida on why he can't make it today with your sleepy form right next to him on the bed. He'll press kisses to each knuckle while he listens to the blonde tell him the amount of absences and early leaves he's had in the past month and quietly sigh. He doesn't care where he is either, he's shameless it's his affection and will happily grab you by the waist or hand infront of a crowd. He loves to show you off because you're the best thing to happen to him, but if you're shy he'll tone it down to keep you comfortable.

“Ah! There you are. I've been looking for you. Give me your hand so I don't lose track of you again...ah, you got me! I did just want to hold your hand, but what's the harm?”

Chuuya shows his love through acts of service- I know a lot of people probably would assume gift giving, which he does love to do, but he finds himself commiting acts of service more frequently. Every time he notices you seem tired after work, he'll do the chores that you had accidentally forgotten, even if he's tired. He plans dates for the two of you atleast monthly, always picking a restaurant or activity he heard you mention wanting to try. He does find himself spending money when he sees things that remind him of you, but he thinks spending time with you is even better. If he takes your car somewhere, it's always coming home with a refilled gas tank. If you need to lift something heavy, he offers to use his ability to help you. He'll do your laundry whenever he notices it piling up and bring you coffee, tea, or water in the morning when you're still lingering in bed.

“Mornin' sweetheart, I got you a drink. Be careful not to spill it, s'real dark in here and opening the blinds doesn't help any...we got a date tonight, by the way. You said the new restaurant sounded good so I figured we could go tonight if you're up for it.”

Fyodor spends quality time with you. He likes to keep you nearby when he reads or works, although he prefers when you're on the quieter side during those activities. Otherwise, he's happy to talk with you for however long the two of you are content with. Usually you'll have conversations over a game of chess, which he almost always wins while you're attention is divided between talking and playing, but he's a good sport about it. He'll give you pointers on how to do better in the next game. He'll play his cello for you, too. If he finds your hobbies interesting enough he'll take part in them. If you paint he'd be more than happy to join you, chatting with you while your brushes paint images of scenery and figures on the once blank canvas. He prefers what are considered more sophisticated hobbies, but he'd watch a chick flick with you or let you teach him how to play your favorite video game if it really made you happy.

“If you're as determined to win a game as you say you are, you should probably make an attempt to put more focus into the game. I do love hearing your voice, moya lyubov, but thinking about how you're going to move your pieces and talking are counterproductive. We can try it again, or we could do something else, whatever you'd like, Myshka.”

Nikolai shows you his love primarily through flirty words and loving touches. Whenever he walks next to you, his hand is on either your lower back, hip, or in your hand. When sitting with you, he'll fiddle with your fingers and play with them harmlessly, occasionally fighting off the urge to bend them back far enough to break them. In the same heartbeat, hell bring them to his lips and press kisses to every finger tip while telling you a flirty joke. He often lays his legs across your lap or lets you lay yours over his while you play with his hair. Sometimes he'll walk up behind you and whispers a pick up line in your ear with a large grin on his face. He likes seeing your reaction and watching you squirm in embarrassment in his grasp.

“You must be an artist, my dove, because you are so good at drawing me in! Hey- you can't go anywhere just because you thought my joke was cheesy! I can find some wine to go with it if you'd like, hehe.”

Sigma shows his love through the way he trusts you. Obviously with everything he's gone through trusting people became really difficult for him, but you came along and earned that trust when you proved that you were a permanent factor in his life and wouldn't betray him. He trusted you enough to let you into the Aerial Casino and stay with him regularly in his quarters. He let his walls down around you and opened up about his origin story. He would let you get physically close to him and touch him, coming to love the feeling of your lips against his, pressed in a sweet kiss. Though he still kept his independence and a desire to not depend solely on you in fear of betrayal, you could tell that he had come a long way from the man he once was after his experiences in the DOA.

“I felt so foolish after I fell for Fyodors tricks again, but dealing with the distrust and suspicion I held towards everyone else was just as hard as the realization of messing up again...thank you for listening to me, you've helped me so much. I don't think I could ever repay you enough...I love you.”

A/n; AHHHHHHHH I'm so tired but fuck it we ball I gotta write chisme for Spanish and it's going no where I lied to my teacher and told her it was almost done it is not almost done I have barely met any of the requirements for it but I won't do it if I don't post something so

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Hey I have an idea for "Get Off My Screen" what if Y/N starts talking to Vox less and less and he is so confused so he goes through her phone to try and figure it out and sees her Instagram announcing a new bf and Vox is soooo jealous but she basically ignores his protests and so life goes on as normal for them both until one day he gets nosy and checks her texts on her phone with her bf and finds nudes from her and then he gets annoyed and lectures her about it which leads to her getting angry and ignoring him but then a few weeks later he checks Y/N and the bf's chats again and sees him threatening her

On a completely unrelated note I luv this series and also definitely need a Vox of my own in my phone cause I can't write or spell for shit lol

You Could Do Better(With Me)

Protective!Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol, Nudes, Blackmail, Manipulation

A/N: Okay this was actually pretty angsty, more on Vox's side because he's just dealing with a lot of emotional whiplash- most of which he doesn't really deal with well but he powers through it to be there for you. At this point in time he's kind of certain he likes you, but not that he loves you. Kind of like the: "Oh I'm really fond of this person, I want to make sure they're safe and happy." Without realizing the romantic implications nor how deep the level of attachment really is. So far, Reader's only kind of had a puppy-love crush on Vox but has blatantly disregarded it because well- Vox is fucking dead so what the hell are you supposed to do?? That and Vox constantly gets on Reader's nerves with his shenanigans so even if she gets the Cupid valentines filter when he cranks up the charisma- his stupid hijinks quickly do away with it and make him seem idiotic(cutely) again. The story also has a lot of emotional stuff so if you'd rather stick to the comedy feel free to skip this interlude and the one directly after it.

A/N: Either way, that's currently the pace these two are at- and this is a songfic! If you want to listen to the tune while reading- here it is! "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. The story itself is slightly different from the prompt since I made it centered around how Vox perceived things were going. As always, I hope y'all have fun and enjoy! Happy Reading!

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Vox wanted to pretend everything was okay.

Walking through the halls of the Vee tower, he really wanted to play it off like nothing was bothering him.

And still, he found himself checking his phone for any updates or messages from you.

Day by day you were starting to slowly disappear from his routine.

He didn't notice it at first, how you were pulling away-

It was just the little things initially.

One word replies, emoji spam-

Vox figured you just weren't in the mood to listen or talk.

Did he do something that hurt you?

Up until the point that you both didn't really have any meaningful conversations anymore.

Which, as much as he tried to start anything proper-

It would always fall flat.

Were you still even trying?

He woke up one morning and followed his routine, shooting you a greeting before he started the day.

It just so happened that once he was finally able to check his phone to shoot you a wish goodnight-

You hadn't even replied to his morning message.

He was busy throughout the day, so he wasn't given the opportunity to worry about you.

But now, worry he did.

Vox quickly made his way towards his monitor room despite how late it was.

He went through your files, your pictures-

Wait.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Who the fuck was that?

He glitched slightly when he saw how that guy grinned in the picture.

It reminded him of his own, just so fucking fake.

Not to mention the air the person had around them.

They just exuded a great sense of showmanship and arrogance.

One Vox was all too familiar with.

That wasn't even the first picture you had with that person recently.

And the more the overlord looked, the more worked up he got.

He wasn't sure if it was anger, envy, irritation, or just a mix of everything under the sun.

Holding your waist, hugging you close, in some pictures your faces were so close together that you were almost kissing.

He was glitching in his chair from the emotional overload.

Who did this guy think he was to be able to treat you like that?!

Vox definitely punched a few screens from fury and jealousy.

Come the next day when he confronted you about it-

More like became a clear pain in the ass that you really couldn't ignore-

Making your computer practically unusable even-

Was when you revealed to him that you didn't mean to hide something like this.

You just simply forgot to say anything.

Vox didn't know if that was worse than if you tried to deceive him.

"Geez, so you have a boyfriend now?"

"Oh come on, you act like I'm not allowed to date. I'm a responsible adult Vox, not a kid."

The tech overlord only stared at the screen.

Was that really all you saw him as?

A digital guardian?

Just... someone who treated you like a kid?

He scoffed, he could count more times where he was the childish one.

That was stupid.

Besides that, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

What was this... horrible sinking feeling that was running through his systems?

It was like a weight that made him struggle breathing.

"Vox?"

"I'm still here. Can't believe you would forget to tell me something as important as this."

His claws dug into his armrests, he should've been happy you found yourself a partner.

If that partner just didn't remind him so much of himself.

"I'm sorry okay? I was really busy the last few days."

"The last few days? How long have you even been talking to this guy dollface?"

"Months? Probably? I've known him for a while now, he was the school crush when I was back in high school."

Vox wanted to convince you that this guy was bad news.

A walking red flag if you will.

He... should know.

Vox was at least aware of himself that much.

Still, he swallowed it all back and just replied to you again.

"I don't mind the fact you're off the market, hell- congratulations even! Just don't get into any sketchy shit. You know, anything that could be used against you as blackmail."

"Yeah yeah, I know what I'm doing Vox. Seriously, don't worry about it!"

You simply brushed off his worry, typical.

That just made the suffocating feeling even worse.

He didn't even know where it came from, or why.

"Oh yeah! I've got a boyfriend now!"

Those words replayed in his head like a bullet to the skull.

The day hadn't even started.

And Vox already wished it was over.

This just continued for a while, your presence in his schedule became negligible and Vox was falling back into his old vices.

He became snappy, irritable, just downright intolerable to be around.

The employees were feeling it, the Vees were collateral-

Not even Valentino could placate Vox's current horrid state.

It's been a week.

Vox stopped bothering to message you in the morning.

But he didn't stop checking if you would message him even once or twice.

It was pathetic.

And another.

Vox broke more than a dozen phones from just throwing them around.

He drank himself to sleep every night.

Valentino and Velvette were getting tired of having to dump his wasted ass on his bed every time.

And another.

Vox holed himself up in his monitor room whenever he wasn't needed.

No one could get him to come out.

Not even for food or water.

If he needed anything he would get it himself.

It was a long day of broadcasts and meetings, another monotonous cycle in his fast-paced life.

Vox intended to just drink until he passed out again, but he somehow found himself drunkenly stumbling through the halls of the Vee Tower into his monitor room.

He honestly didn't even know what he was doing this time.

The overlord fought to keep his own head up as he collapsed in his chair.

He glanced over to the side your computer's screen was connected to and let out a shaky sigh.

God, he fucking missed you.

Against his better judgement, Vox connected himself to your devices again.

He went straight to your playlist and just pressed start.

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor~

Vox spun around in his chair, letting the music ebb and flow into his brain.

He took another swig from the bottle of alcohol in his other hand, squinting at the screens.

Everything was just kind of fuzzy.

Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore...

It took him by surprise when one of the screens showed your living room.

Had you connected him to your TV again?

"Vox...? Are you there?"

And I wonder if I've ever crossed your mind?

He was too out of it to properly say anything, Vox couldn't recall if the words that stumbled out of him were even coherent.

"Dude... you look like shit."

Listening to your voice gave him a slight moment of sobriety.

"Likewise dollface."

For me it happens all the time...

"Are you wasted??"

"Erm, not really. Just buzzed."

He was able to take a good look at you then, your eyes were red and puffy like you'd just been crying.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now...

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Uh... well... you know that guy I was dating?"

Vox took a swig of alcohol before he replied, there was no way he was making it through his conversation unless he was drunk out of his circuits.

"My personality copycat? Yeah, what about?"

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control-

"Your personality- what??"

"Dollface, do you seriously think I wouldn't notice how much of a walking red flag that asshole was?"

You paused as he took another swig of his drink, Vox didn't miss that look of guilt and pity in your eyes.

"But you just called him your copy."

"And? I know I'm a piece of shit. Takes one to know one."

And I need you now...

"Whatever, I don't think you'd stoop as low as he did."

"That's for me to judge, what did the bastard do?"

He saw the slight tremble in your posture, your voice cracked as if you were holding back sobs.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"I- I knew I should've listened to you. I sent him compromising pictures and he... he-"

"You sent him nudes and he used them to blackmail you didn't he?"

You flopped back down on the couch and his unfocused eyes met your watery ones.

So that's why you'd been crying.

I just need you now...

"It doesn't feel good to have your trust broken by someone you gave your heart to I'd reckon."

You scoffed at him, wiping away your tears as they continued to fall.

Vox so badly wanted to make it stop, but he didn't trust himself to be lucid enough to say the right words.

"Well wouldn't you know? I'd bet the women over there would throw themselves at your feet."

Another shot of whisky, can't stop looking at the door...

Vox couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not that made it seem like he heard jealousy in your voice.

There wasn't any reason for you to feel envious anyway.

He took another swig of alcohol before meeting your gaze once again.

Wishing you'd come sweeping, in the way you did before~

"So what if there are? I'm too busy to pursue a dedicated relationship. I mean- have you seen the amount of shit I have to deal with every day?"

You looked dejected by his answer, or at least that's what Vox thought.

Yeah, he was absolutely wasted.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

"So what did you do? Did you break up with the guy?"

"Can't. If I do, he'll release all my pictures online."

Vox hummed, pulling up a window on your computer for you to interact with.

He was a paranoid man as is, but this just proved it didn't hurt to have precautions in place.

For me it happens all the time...

"What is that?"

"Something I made for all your files months ago."

"What does it do?"

Vox took another swig from his bottle.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now...

"A safeguard, all files you send from your devices can be irreversibly corrupted remotely. An encryption thing, I tried to tell you about it but you didn't respond."

He wasn't surprised that you pressed the prompt to start the file corruption process on those pictures you'd sent.

Hell, everything you sent the rat bastard that broke your heart.

Honestly, the fucker didn't even deserve you.

Neither did Vox if he had to be honest with himself.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control-

The overlord stayed silent as he drank once more from his bottle of booze.

It was nearly empty at this point, not that he cared.

He could only assume you were watching the progress bar load which was why you didn't say anything.

And I need you now...

Vox just watched as you eventually got up and used your phone to call someone.

A smug smile worked onto his face when he realized who you were talking to.

After all, you'd only curse like a sailor when you were genuinely mad.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"You're kind of hot when you get angry you know?"

"Pfft, is that why you like to piss me off then?"

"Maybe, though I usually do just to get a reaction out of you anyways."

I just need you now...

Vox saw you roll your eyes, a smile finally gracing your face and he couldn't help but return it.

"I just became single again and you're already hitting on me huh?"

"Whaaaaat? I would never."

Vox humored you well into the morning hours.

The both of you talking once again like old times.

Like nothing even happened.

Eventually it got to the point you had fallen asleep on the couch right in front of the TV during one of Vox's stories.

The overlord let a soft genuine smile appear on his face at the sight.

At least you were okay again.

He swirled the remaining alcohol in the bottle and threw his head back as he downed the rest of it.

Finally feeling the exhaustion catch up to him, both emotionally and physically-

Vox's screen dimmed as he succumbed to slumber right alongside you in his chair.

A/N: HOOOOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER IS LONG- this was an absolute UNIT of a segment but it gets better in the next one I promise, besides- I don't want to doom Vox and Reader by the narrative, that would just be a sucky ending. We'll still have more emotionally vulnerable stuff in the next interlude so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to skip it too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 10 months

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Saw this meme and iiiiii did a thing... a steddie thing... obviously

( Eddie has a small dick in this if you don't like it don't read it. We support small dick supremacy in this house thank you for your time. 😊 )

😅😅😅

I'm picturing them at a bar. I wanna say maybe Steve is the bar tender, and he's been seeing Eddie around. He comes in. Talks a little, he's kinda quiet. Like he's stuck in his head, like he comes there to think. He's always scribbling things on napkins. Steve thinks they might be song lyrics, the way Eddie hums and taps his fingers as he writes.

But Steve obviously sees him looking at him sometimes. It's a gay bar, it happens, but Eddie doesn't leer at him, or chat him up in that way. It's always just friendly conversation.

Steve kind of loves it. Loves being able to just chat and not worry about getting stalked out to his car by a creep. And then one day some drunk dude is hitting on Eddie HARD. Leaning into him and grabbing at his arm and just when Steve is about to say something the guy actually says the words,

"how big is that dick?" Like... in real life. Out loud. And grabs for Eddie's thigh, and Steve watches Eddie catch his wrist, easy, watches him shove the guys hand back at him, saying,

"small. Leave me alone." Without even looking at him. And Steve fucking barks a laugh because that was... fucking hilarious. But also... kinda hot. Like, he's known he likes Eddie for awhile but seeing someone come on to him had sealed the deal, jealousy crawling over his skin, but then seeing Eddie shut it down, in the funniest fucking way Steve had ever seen, had just slammed it into place.

The guy scowls, says something rude, and stalks off. But Eddie is looking at Steve cuz he's still chuckling. Doing that cough thing like he's trying to cover it up but the laugh is still extremely prominent through the coughing. And Eddie watches him with raised eyebrows cuz like... damn okay. Cute bar tender thinks he's funny. And Steve is like,

"Sorry man. That was just, fuckin hilarious. Not the guy grabbing you, obviously, just, how you delt with it. Like that was... the best thing I've seen in awhile. Just... just sayin." He shakes his head to stop himself rambling more, he needs more friends to hangout with besides Robin, she's rubbing off on him. So he just reaches into the cooler and grabs Eddie his usual beer, slides it over the bartop to him, tells him it's on the house.

"Thanks." Is all Eddie says, but he looks happy, small smile still on his face.

And when the bar's closing, and Eddie is still there, just idly talking to Steve all night. Steve takes a chance. Says some cheesey line about letting Eddie walk him home. And Eddie flushes red to his ears but nods, takes the last sip of his beer and helps Steve flip the chairs onto the tables so he can do a quick sweep. Steve's locking the door when he hears Eddie clear his throat awkwardly, like he wants to say something. Steve looks at him, waits.

"I uh... look I know you thought I was being funny... earlier." Eddie scratches his head, nods into the bar. Steve nods, lets him continue.

"But I uh- I was also being serious?" He grimaces, eyes on the ground.

"So if that's like... a deal breaker? That's- that's totally okay. I just uh... I dont know. Thought I should maybe warn you before- before anything...happens?" His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

"Not that anything was gonna happen! Like I wasn't expecting... THAT. I just... oh my god I don't know. People can be assholes about small dicks so I just wanted to be up-front about it in case you thought I was kidding when I told that guy that. Cuz I was being serious and I'm gonna stop talking. Jesus christ." He breathes the last part, shaking his head at himself, his face twisted in what looks like pain. Steve thinks he's fucking adorable.

He steps closer, puts his hands on Eddie's hips and pushes him gently against the brickwall of the bar. Rests his head against Eddie's as he laughs a little, Steve's fingers pressing into his hips tickling a bit.

"I don't care. Honestly I uh..." he pauses, pulls back to look at Eddie, his eyes are wide, his cheeks are a deep pink now.

"I was kinda hopin you weren't kidding." Steve tilts his head, smirks at Eddie, just a little. A light smirk. Not the full thing, doesn't wanna overwhelme him. Yet. Eddie sucks in air, blinks at him.

"Oh. Yeah?" He asks, his voice breathy, pitched higher than usual. Steve nods, sinks his teeth into his lip, and brushes his nose against Eddie's.

"Yeah. Still wanna walk me home?" Steve asks, staying close. Eddie nods, his hands moving to Steve's shoulders.

"Yeah. Yes absolutely. I'd love that. I'd love too." He rambles, swallowing hard.

And Steve can't help himself anymore, ducks forward and presses a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie makes a little sound in his throat and Steve fucking adores it. Already in so deep for this guy. But it's been months. Eddie's not a new thing in his life. Just, this part of it is new.

Eddie blinks at him when he pulls back, steps away from Eddie but holds out his hand. Eddie smiles, reaches out and takes it, lets Steve drag him away from the wall and down the sidewalk. Their fingers laced together, hands swaying between them as they walk through the dark.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson has a small dick #and steve fucking loves it i cant hear you over their love #my writing #mine #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet

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oneshlut · 6 months

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Oh my God.

I had a very funny and slightly strange idea...

Imagine that there is mutual sympathy between the reader and Jax. In short, Jax have crush on reader, but the reader... don’t know it (or just don’t see it.)

So, a new person appears in the circus. It doesn't matter who it is, what it is, what their name is, etc.

So, newbie and the reader became very close friends. I mean, sometimes spending the night in the same room, hugging, holding hands...(I mean friends not like lovers)

Look, I just want to see Jax get jealous, okay...?

Thank youuu🫶💋❤️

A/N: awwwww we love a jealous jax,,, thanks a bunches for requesting!! i've been getting OVERLOADED with requests (which is why i closed them for a while, dw, i've got a schedule goin for me now), i'm just so happy you guys enjoy my works!! yesyes, enjoy! <33

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Imagine: Reader gets a bit too close to a new character, and Jax gets jealous. How does he respond?

You and Jax have always been close. Everyone in the circus knew this. Mainly because you were partners in crime, pranking everyone in sight together.

Jax would never admit it--not to you--but he had always enjoyed your company. You didn't think of him as some 2-dimensional asshole, but rather someone who actually had a life before. He felt.. seen.

On good days, you'd spend a bit of time in his room with him, chatting about nothing in particular.

Yup, I'm lying. The two of you gossiped about everyone all day. Bantering, teasing, joking.. Jax found himself growing increasingly fond of you. Eventually, he had put his full trust in you.

One day, a new sucker joins the circus. It happens every now and then, but not often, so he finds himself intrigued. Apparently, not as much as you were.

You and the new person became friends immediately. Jax is glad you were able to find someone to relate to, as you were both still pretty new.

Doesn't think much of the two of you at first. He's not immediately jealous, don't worry, his confidence is still intact.

So you start spending more and more time with them. Jax does miss you, but he's, again, not that fragile. He doesn't really care, neither does he care to know the person's name that you started spending all your time with.

He will get slightly more antsy around you, though. Doesn't ask you to join in on pranks anymore, since he thinks you're too busy. Okay, he's just dragging himself away from you at this point.

Jax will watch from afar as you and your friend chit chat and what not.. hoping you still cared for him, and then he just happens to spot the two of your hands were interlocked with eachother.

Surprisingly, that wasn't his final straw. Although, when you had talked to him earlier, he was much more tense with you. He forced laughs, and had a constant envious glint in his eyes.

He would've been fine, if you had just went up, introduced yourself to the new fella, and went on to your day. You could've stayed in a safe relationship with them where you only talked sometimes because of circumstance.

But that's not what happened, huh? Now, you had only spent about two minutes a day with him. And he missed you. There, he admitted it. And if he was being honest, he always wanted you and him to be something.. maybe something more. He's not too confident that's going to happen now, though. He felt overlooked.

You just now begin to notice the edge to his voice. Suddenly, he feels a lot more hostile to be around. He'd mumble about nothing in particular, be lots more rude around you. Ruder than usual, at least. And sometimes, he didn't even want to look you in the eye. Part of you thought that it was something you did.. and a small part of you thought he was just close to abstracting. But you knew him better than that. He had a better mental state than Kaufmo ever did.

One night, he decides to approach you about this. He didn't want to live in silence forever, did he? He also didn't want to.. live without you. But when he knocked on your door, his response was a hollow room.

Jax goes to Ragatha for answers, and tells him that the last she heard of you, you were on your way to the new fella's room. If anything was his last straw, this would be it.

But how else is he supposed to drag you away from them? He'd need a reason, and all he's got right now is.. either admitting he missed you, or admitting to something even more mushy and gushy. He did not feel like doing that at the moment.

Instead, it ends up accidentally slipping out in one of your conversations. Not the liking you romantically thing, but the, uh, missing you thing.

Hearing that he missed you left your heart soaring a mile a minute. I mean, sure, you were close, but.. Jax doesn't normally care for anyone. Except for.. you, apparently.

After you were able to silence the flush look on your face, you questioned him about it. He told you about how much time you've been spending with the "newbie", and how he just misses your company, is all. It didn't seem like everything, though. You decided to save that question for another conversation.

So, he was jealous? Hah, he denied it, but you knew better. You had apologized to him, and agreed to set up a prank on Zooble later that day. His voice no longer felt as tense, and you saw a glint of his usual cheeky grin coming back to him. You smiled back. Not before teasing him relentlessly about it, though.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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Hi, I have a college Matt Murdock x Reader request.

You are a virgin and you have your first time with Matt, he is totally loving and careful but then he loses his self control because of the way you feel, his smell and how you taste and gets rougher which you don't mind because it is the best night you have had.

Hi nonnie, I hope you're still around, I've been holding onto this ask for quite a while and just got round to it yesterday!

Anyway, writing this had me absolutely sweating so I hope you enjoy 😅

Tags/warnings: female reader is a virgin, Matt gets a bit carried away but nothing too crazy. E.

W/C: ~3k

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It's a Friday afternoon after classes like any other. Your roommate has gone home to visit her little sister, and that means you've got a whole weekend to yourself. A weekend that you can spend with Matt.

You'd always manage to find some quiet place to make out, grabbing every opportunity you could to have him hold you and kiss you giddy.

It's all you'd ever done with him so far, all you'd ever done with anyone if you were completely honest, but you were starting to feel like maybe you wanted something more.

You'd both sit on either his or your bed, depending on whose roommate was in or out. Maybe you'd be chatting away telling each other about your day, then there would be a silent moment before he would lean in and gently press his lips to yours. Sometimes he'd warn you, but most of the time he'd catch you unawares excitedly, with light chaste kisses at first, but then his hand would come up to cradle the side of your jaw and loosely caress around your throat as he deepened it and you let his devilish tongue slide against yours.

And oh, when that happened you felt tingling throughout your body, and a dull throbbing ache between your legs, it felt like you were empty. As if something was missing from inside you. You squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the feeling, your underwear feeling sticky. You moan softly into his mouth as your kisses grow in intensity, becoming more frenzied and sloppy.

Matt pulls away suddenly, both of you panting hard, just mere inches from each other.

"Is something wrong, are you alright? Do you want to stop?" His concern is adorable and you're grateful for it. Your fingers tangle in the hem of his soft t-shirt as you try to process just what it is you want and how to even answer him.

"N-no, I mean, I don't wanna stop… I-"

Matt tilts his head as he tunes into your heavy breathing, the rapid heartbeat in your chest, and the riotous thrum of blood rushing between your legs. His thumb gently strokes across your cheek.

"Do you... want to do more?" He tentatively asks. You had been seeing each other for just over two months but he was intent on going at your pace. He didn't want to rush you, even though the taste of you on his tongue made him want to explore every inch of you with it.

You cast your eyes down even though he can't see you. "Matt, I… y'know I've never really done anything more. With anyone before." You start to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry, I know you've probably been with loads of girls and I'm just-"

Matt catches hold of your wrist gently. "Hey, that's more than okay. And I don't think I've got quite the reputation you think I have…" he smiles and it calms you. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I'm more than happy to sit here and just kiss you all day long."

You grin. "I love kissing you Matt, you're so good at it, you don't know how good it makes me feel…"

Matt does but he doesn't let on, just shifts a little closer to you on the bed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It feels good for me too, you're so… soft."

His lips brush your cheekbone and lay a trail of short kisses towards your mouth where he teasingly licks the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips making you moan out loud.

"Mm, I love it when you do that." He whispers, and you feel that sensation again although it's far stronger than ever before.

Your breathing is shallow and stuttering as your nerves almost get the better of you.

"Please Matt, I need you to touch me…"

He nods slowly, kissing you again before his voice drops low and you feel the dampness in your panties growing. "Yeah? Where? Show me what you want, what you like."

You close your eyes, almost embarrassed at how needy you are as you take his hand, slowly guiding him up and under your oversized shirt. As he makes contact with the curve of your breast you both react, Matt smiling softly as you let out a small gasp of pleasure as he cups and strokes you through your bra. The scent of your skin is slowly filling up his senses entirely, the strong and sweet smell of your arousal unmistakeable and unavoidable as he rubs his thumb over your hardening nipple and you scootch even closer to him, clambering onto his lap.

As he embraces you and you kiss each other again, your hips start to move of their own accord. You can't help yourself, rubbing yourself firmly against his thigh over and over, chasing the addictive feeling it brings to soothe the burning need at your core. You pant into the crook of his neck as he continues fondling your chest. Matt catches his fingers under your chin, tipping up your face towards his and desperately licking into your mouth. You whimper in frustration, squeezing your thighs around his as you try to chase a feeling of release that seems to be getting further and further away from you.

"Matt please… please."

He shushes you gently, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. "Hey it's okay, I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

You open your eyes and finally see the flush of pink dusting his cheeks, the way his lips look so full and biteable from all the kissing you've been doing. You shift in his lap and then apologise as he appears to hiss in discomfort. It's only then that you feel and see the way his cock is hard and straining against his pants. Your hand instinctively moves to palm over it and he lets out a shuddering breath as you stroke him.

"Oh…" is all you can say, the aching emptiness inside unbearable, the slick wetness between your legs growing stronger.

"F-fuck-, sweetheart…" Matt gasps out, rocking his pelvis up into your touch.

"Matt, I want you to…" as you squeeze your fingers around his covered length he feels so big, and you've never had anything other than a small vibrator inside of you. "I want you to be my first."

Matt's dazed by you but his head is clear enough to be mindful about what this means.

"Sweetie, there's nothing I want more, but only if you're absolutely sure. I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything you want to."

"I do want to, I'm sure." You hesitate. "Does it hurt? I've heard sometimes it can hurt, and it's just… you're so big, and I don't know if it will fit."

Matt kisses you softly. "If it hurts, you're doing it wrong. Don't worry, I know you're nervous, I am too. We'll take it real slow."

"Y-you're nervous? Why?"

"Because I want you to have the best time, I want to make sure you feel good!"

You wrap your arms around him in a hug. "I trust you Matty."

Matt smiles and kisses your cheek as he tugs gently at your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

You nod and raise your arms as he carefully pulls it up and over your head, and then peels his own shirt off before dipping down to pepper kisses along your collarbone and the warm plush skin of your breasts.

You hum with growing excitement, your hands reaching for him and exploring over the dark hair on his chest, following the tempting trail down his belly to the waistband of his jeans.

"Can I?" You ask, fingertips tapping at his belt buckle. He nods and gets up to undo it, but first he fishes his wallet from his pocket, taking out a foil wrapper and putting it to one side before he pushes his jeans and socks off leaving him in black boxer shorts. You reach behind you to unhook your bra, dropping it on the floor and then shimmying out of your own pants before you sit back on the bed.

You take a steadying breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready."

Matt smiles as he leans towards you, catching your upper lip between his as his hand skims up along your side. He guides you to lay back on your bed, and you shiver and moan as he sucks and kisses at a spot just under your ear that seems to connect directly to your pussy.

Your hands fumble for him, roaming experimentally over his body, sliding down to feel and grab his perfect ass as he encourages you to hike your knees up and spread your legs wide. You jolt at first at the sensitive touch of his fingertips along your inner thigh, but then you feel that throbbing urge return as he teases his way ever closer to your panties.

"Oh, Matt…"

He listens in to your thrumming pulse again, checking that you're comfortable before he amps his teasing up a notch, stroking a finger down the middle of your clothed pussy with a featherlight touch.

Your legs shake and you fight to not clamp them together. It's the first time a guy has ever seen you in your underwear nevermind touched you like this and you feel so exposed, but Matt is taking his time just like he promised and the soft, sure movement of his fingers on your most sensitive parts has you yearning for more.

Matt can sense the fresh flood of arousal leaking from you and has to rub his palm down over his angry cock trying to stave off the primal urge to push inside you right now. He presses his fingers more firmly against your mound, running his fingers up and down until you're soaked through and begging for more.

He tugs gently at the elastic of your underwear as he asks you if he can take them off and you nod so vigorously it makes you dizzy.

"Just try to relax, any time you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop please tell me, okay?"

"Yes Matty, I will." You watch and feel his hand sliding up your inner thigh and then he's touching your bare pussy lips, easing his fingers between them to where you feel slippery and slick.

"So wet…" His low almost growling tone sets you on fire.

"Ohh, oh…" your head tilts back and you can't help your eyes close as Matt slowly draws his fingers over you, gathering up your arousal and spreading it messily all over.

"Is this okay?" He asks, and you answer with a long, high moan. His fingers feel so much better than your own, and if that's just his fingers, what must his cock feel like? Your body jumps like you've touched a live wire when the pad of his forefinger moves to glide over the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your pussy. This was what you needed, direct stimulation to your clit.

Matt hums and chuckles as you lift your hips up to chase his touch.

"Feels good?"

You laugh and moan at the same time. "Matt, you don't know, oh wow you don't know!"

He continues to rub slow circles around your throbbing bud and you arch off the bed again with a gasp.

"Mm, I think I can imagine." He positions himself over you on all fours and you feel him sliding his finger lower and lower, tentatively pressing near your entrance. You gasp, biting your lip and unable to stop trembling at the anticipation. His lips brush the skin of your neck again and he tugs at your earlobe, his voice pouring into you like honey.

"You're so beautiful sweetheart, so sexy, I want to make you feel amazing… can I fuck you with my fingers? Will you let me do that, pretty girl?"

Your legs fall open wider at his filthy praise and he takes the invitation to slowly and gently push a finger inside your warmth. Your breath comes out in a stutter and you pull him closer, as he starts to slowly fuck you with it, eventually adding another as you begin to relax more. You blush at the sound it makes, the slick squelching as he slides his fingers in and out and you start to clench around them. His dick throbs, leaking into the fabric of his boxers. "Baby, that's it, such a good girl you're doing so well. Do you think you're ready for me?"

When he withdraws his fingers you scrabble at the waistband of his underwear in answer, urging him to take them off. You just want him, need him, need to feel him inside you completely. "Please!"

The way you beg for him is like a red rag to a bull. When he pulls his boxers off and his cock springs up slapping against his stomach you reach for him. He could almost cum like this as you wrap your warm, delicate fingers around his length feeling the soft, velvety skin for the first time.

He feels around on the bed for the condom wrapper and carefully rips it open. You watch as he checks it's the right way before rolling it on, mesmerised as he takes himself in his hand, pumping his cock a few times before he positions himself over you again. He slides the tip between your folds, coating it in your lubricant before lining up and starting to press in slowly.

His full lips meet yours, sharing breath as you open for him. It feels like you're being stretched impossibly wide as he nudges the thick head of his cock barely inside. You're holding your breath, he can't fit, he can't possibly-

You're so tight and hot and the halted whimper that you make has Matt twitching with arousal, but he pauses.

"You okay?"

You nod wide eyed, trying your best to relax, torn between the need to feel full of him and the uncertainty. Matt's got you though, caressing your body, slipping his hand down between you to circle your clit again. The focused touch pulls your mind away from the initial discomfort and you very quickly find your body relaxing and you cry out at the sensation as he pushes into you.

"That's my good girl," he purrs, as slowly, inch by thick inch his gorgeous cock is buried entirely within you. You think nothing could feel better until he asks if you're ready for him to move and then the slow drag of him against your inner walls has you howling.

You can feel him grinning into your skin, murmuring endless encouragement, compliments and praise as he moves slow and steady with you. He urges you to lift up your legs to wrap around his hips, and the change in angle punches an ecstatic cry from you as his cock hits somewhere deep inside that you've never felt before.

You're driving Matt crazy. You're literally all around him, he's drowning in your delicious scent, his ears burning as you sound so innocent and pure with the desperate little moans he pushes from you. And the feel of you? It's almost too much. If he's honest he's struggling to hold himself back, you're so plush, soft, tight and wet…

He can't take it, he needs to let the devil out.

"Sweetheart, god you feel so good. Can I go f-faster?"

The please god let me fuck you till you scream is left unspoken.

You hold him closer in your arms feeling his full body shiver as your pussy squeezes around him. "Uhuh, yes!"

At your affirmation he's a caged beast set free. He suddenly snaps his hips, thrusting in and out of you hard and fast. Matt's losing all his restraint, he can't help himself between the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the rhythmic creaking of your dorm room bed and your short breathless gasps…

"Matty, oh god…"

You can feel it coming, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. He feels it too, driving deep into you chasing after it like he might never feel this way again, his fingers reaching between you once more this time sloppy and imprecise. It doesn't matter, your eyes almost roll back in your skull, your silken walls start to flutter around him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Matt! Oh Matt it feels so good- I-I think I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, come for me sweetheart, let me feel you… oh god please- fucking come for me now!"

He ruts into you desperately with fast, shallow strokes feeling your cunt almost strangle his cock as you fall apart around him. Your mouth drops open as you reach your peak, crying out as Matt groans long and low, filling the condom with his spend at the same moment. His hips stutter then slow, your own orgasm continuing to draw gorgeous moans from your pretty lips as your aftershocks keep on milking him for all he has.

You feel like you've been dunked in a huge tank of warm honey. Your bones have melted. Your brain has melted. You can't think, can't talk.

Breathless and sated, Matt's careful but you still yelp when he pulls out. He blearily ties off the condom and collapses down next to you, reaching for your face and kissing your cheek sweetly as you both fight to get your breathing under control again.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry sweetheart, you just felt so damn good I just couldn't- oh god please forgive me…I didn't mean to-"

You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands out of his face.

"Oh Matt, why on earth are you apologising?! That… that was amazing! I've never felt that way before, it was so- oh god, I don't even know how to describe it!"

You laugh and he smiles, relieved, starting to laugh with you as you hold him close still buzzing from your lovemaking.

"So… do you think you might want to do it again sometime?" Matt smirks at you and you nod with a contented sigh.

"Hmm, I think I just might!"

#matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #college!matt murdock x female reader

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samalong1 · 4 months

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Happy New Year Eve! How about writing a couple of headcanons about Yandere Hannibal x reader who is an extrovert? In terms of working with people, communicating with others and very often? In general, x reader who is constantly with other people and enjoys it. I'm just really interested in what Yandere Hannibal will do with such a reader that he is obsessed with. Anyways, thank you for reading it,and have nice time!

Hannibal x extrovert Darling

It'd make sense for you to be so chatty. He doesn't really go out of his way to talk to strangers so you'd probally meet him through mutual freinds or at opera showhouses

But oh how he hates it now. He knows being with him won't satisfy your human urge for connection but he wished it did

Once your moved in he'd do classic manupliation tactics that he knows so well about. That Jessics drinks too much that Brandon sleeps around too much and mord

Gradually over time it'd get more restricting as you think this is normal. Stuff like he doesn't want you to spend time with male freinds without him (just so happens that he's always busy so you never see them)

If they become too close or try to point out the red flags their gone. All you get is a text that they moved across the country or if he hated them a text about how aweful you are, so you'd come crying into his arms.

He'd comfort you of course with the meat soups and sweetbreads you like so much

Whenever he throws his famous dinner parties he makes sure your constantly around his arm with your wedding ring on display

You can chat with his guests and even befreind a very select few but the moment you get too chatty for his liking he has to suddenly go assist someone or introduce you to someone that so happens to be less rude in his eyes

Any bad social interaction without his manupliation is instant proof that you go out too much that it's safer with him

He'd prefer if you wrote letters. He'd give excuses that it's more memorable and that the internet in his Manor is awful

Really it's cause it takes longer and it's easy for him to monitor things

If you found out what really happened to your freinds good luck escaping

He already has a section of his basement prepared for you

Shoudnt of gotten too nosey

#hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal

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leahseclipse · 11 months

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Dar+ling (Emily Prentiss x f!reader)

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing but an alarming amount of cuteness 🤭

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Doing this cute fic for @foxy-eva 's writing challenge 🥳🥳 congratulations for the 2k followers, I wish you lots of success for the future!!! (Btw this hasn't been beta'd lmao I literally wrote all of this on the Tumblr editor.......... 🫣)

It had always been absolutely no secret to everyone that Emily and I have always been quite close for the past few years, always hanging out after work, chatting for hours and hours in the break room, sitting a bit too long on each other's desks, and the list goes on and on.

We've never gone much farther than that. Not because we didn't want to, just because we didn't really talk about everything, the feelings matter, if we like each other as friends or not... It just never came up. I guess we didn't really think about it.

I've never dared to cross the line, I don't want things to end up awkward because I like her and she doesn't. But, what if she likes me too? For all I know, she could do, I don't see why not.

But, I've never asked her.

I really want to, though. The words are standing on the tip of my tongue whenever it's just the two of us, they're waiting to be said but... I don't let them out. I keep telling myself that I'll do it next time, but 'next time' ends up being delayed and on and on.

I just wish I could confess to her. Then I'd probably feel much better and everything would be fine. I really wish I could do it already. It's been weeks since I've been wanting to tell her.

I always stare at Emily's desk whether she's there or not, I just love to memorize every trait of her face, all the time. I can still imagine her sitting there even though she hasn't arrived to work yet.

I always look forward for the sound of the elevator, each morning. It might be my favorite sound after the sound of her voice. Elevator sounds being my favorite is a bit weird, but I like it because after that her arrival always follows.

And just when I turn my head, the elevator tings, and Emily is there. Her eyes meet mine and I wave at her quicky before standing up to walk up to her.

"Well someone's happy to see me today." Emily says as she opens her arms to hug me. We always sway from left to right, it's our thing.

"As always." I respond as we pull apart from each other and automatically start to walk towards our respective desks, even though she never sits at her chair first. She always goes for my desk, and I sit on my chair and look up at her in all of her beauty.

Even though we've seen each other yesterday, it's like we haven't talked in years. We chat for at least 30 minutes before realizing it's been that long.

I notice that she's been acting slightly different though, as if something has been on her mind. I wonder what happened, if I should ask about it or not while we talk.

I look around and notice that others have started to arrive. We greet them and slightly chat with them, and I start to think that it would be probably better if we moved somewhere else more private to talk.

"Hey, uh... Do you wanna go get some coffee in the break room? I haven't had any this morning and I'm starting to crave caffeine." I chuckle, and she smiles. She smiles.

We both walk away from the desk to the thankfully empty room, and I start to open up the cabinet where mugs are kept.

"Here, your mug." I say as I grab it and hand it to her, before I grab my own and close the cabinet.

"I'll pour it for you, here." She says and I set down my mug on the counter as she pours coffee in it.

"That's kind of you, thanks."

"You're welcome." She responds, and our eyes meet, just for a few seconds, then probably a bit more. It's like it's just the two of us, in a bubble, for a moment. Then she starts to chuckle, out of nowhere. It usually happens when we stare into each other's eyes for too long, I guess it's a nervous reaction. I smile to myself as she pours coffee for herself and sets the pot back on the holder.

We just stand there in silence as we drink our coffees, and neither of us seem to mind. Silent moments are precious too sometimes, I like them. Just standing by her is enough for me.

"Hey, uh..." She starts to talk but stops, as if she hesitates.

"Yeah?" I look at her but she has trouble to look at me. She seems nervous. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing bad. It's just... I've... Been thinking about something lately."

"What have you been thinking about?" I ask as we both set our empty mugs on the counter.

"You?"

"Me? What about?" I start to smile, out of nervousness.

"About the fact that I love you." I can see her exhaling a big breath after she tells the words, as if a weight has been lifted off her, and I think that I feel it too.

"You... You love me?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Well, it kinda turns out I do too." I say with a smile and she instantly seems relieved.

"You have no idea how bad I wished you did too."

"And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. It's been... Weeks."

"It's been way too long."

"Yeah." I say, before looking behind me to see if anyone else is near, but no one is. I can hear chatting nearby, everyone is probably too busy talking.

"Why did you-" Emily starts to ask, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, just for a few seconds, because someone might come.

"You'll kiss me back tonight. They'll start looking for us any time now." I say after I pull away.

Emily is breathless as she puts her hands on my arms and says, "I might kiss you before, I'm known to be bad at waiting."

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thebottomfromhell · 8 months

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Hey, dude! I recently discovered ur page and I read all of ur posts- they were all amazing!?!??! I love ur writing sm 🕺🕺

Anyway- May I request the upper moons (any of ur choice) reacting to male reader having a hUge crush on them? (Maybe to make it more interesting, with reader being muzan's son??)

Okay, that's all for me. Have an amazing day/night, and thanks in advance (if you decide to write this ofc-)

Hey! I'm glad you like my posts, and I have no idea how being "Muzan's son" would work but I'm so into the idea right now. Forget Muzan as Demon King or as Daywalker, Father!Muzan is the greatest menace!

I'm so sorry for this being so late, and to make things more interesting the Uppermoons I chose are Muzan's favorites and Douma (the one he hates the most), I think that if his son had a crush on Hantengu, the clones or Gyokko he would only be like "No. Choose something else."

Muzan's son (Demon Reader) having a crush on Uppermoons and Muzan having more than an opinion about it.

Warnings: ... Muzan is awful and probably so OOC in this.... Slight gaslightning (?) Idk, this is a funny one, but Akaza always brings angst to the table.

Gyutaro:

You must pity Gyutaro, you always loved how he became shy at the slightest positive attention, cheeks becoming red as he scratches himself nervious and tries to make himself as small as possible, looking every once in a while to the exists. But this is too much!

You have been going too frequently to the Red Light District, just wanting to chat with Gyutaro or invite him to eat or go out somewhere, but he is way too shy! Always hiding and leaving Daki to face you (which you think is very cute, but still! You want him to pay attention to you too!) It was clear father was going to notice something was off ("No father, I am not pouting! Your son doesn't pout!") and interrogated you about it. You ended having to confess.... father took it better than expected. And that was the problem, since his answer was "Oh, of course you would like Gyutaro. You are my son, after all, you must have a good taste. He is one of the best creations of my blood, so it's nothing but fitting that you become partners." Say what now?

And so, with Nakime hosting you all, with no Daki around but Gyutaro kneeled in front of father, is that you also want to be anywhere else as he are in a corner, blushing and cold (can you even sweat? Why is this happening? You just had to open your mouth!). "Of course, Gyutaro, having a relationship with my son would be nothing but beneficial. I am sure he will make you very happy, and I'm confident you can make him happy in return." No. Please no. This is so embarrasing, your father just outed you out and is trying to match you up with the crush you have been chasing for years. Even Nakime looks uncomfortable!

By the time you realize, you are left alone as father starts to fix things for a wedding... WEDDING? YOU ARE NOT READY FOR A WEDDING! SPECIALLY AFTER SUCH AN EMBARRASING MEETING! DAMN! "Ne... I didn't expect this..." WHY? What excatly are you supposed to say?! "Oh, don't pay any mind to it. Hehehe.... father is just... old. I'm sure he will get over it. I don't know why he did al this-" you start to ramble. Why are you rambling? "Ok, ok I get it! Ne, no need to get like this. I'm pretty sure it's a misunderstanding, ne. You are probably disgusted to be paired with someone as ugly as me. Ne?"

Gyutaro smiles, probably thinking he was being understanding. No! That was not what you meant! Why is father doing this to you?! "No! I mean, right, you are not the nost handsome demon but who cares? You are fierce, and protective, and chill, I like being with you! I have been trying to be with you in the past years but you always hide and father got invested and I didn't mean for any of this to happen but you are great-" rambling again, huh? Sucks to be you. By the time you realize what you are doing you slow down your words and look to Gyutaro, face blushed as he is frozen in the spot with his eyes open to the point they look like they will slip out of their sockets. He shakes his head before interrupting. "Wait, wait, wait, ne! Stop talking, ne, shut up! You... like... me? Like, me, really? Ne?"

.... you have no idea what to say. "Wow, your taste is shit, ne. But I guess I also like shitty things. Talk to Muzan-sama off, please. I... ne, if you want to visit.... I might recieve you." He smiles before leaving almost in a blink, you are not sure how he will get out of the Infinity Castle by his own but.... your mind can only form one idea.... Gyutaro wants to see you... he wants to see you... "Success!" Well, more or less, but still!

Nakime:

Nakime looks like she would prefer to be anywhere else, which says a lot because she has not put one foot out of the Infinity Castle ever since she got it. Of course she wouldn't want to step outside, this place is built under her desires and kept under her watchful eye! Nothing happens here without her knowing! Nothing happens here without her willing it so. Your father being the only one who doesn't has to abide this, too powerful, too important. Just like her, which is what puts her above the Kizuki system. Pretty, talented, elegant, cold, always in control of herself, almost regal, you could watch her for hours just play with her Biwa. You have, as long as she has let you.

So why are tou now in this situation?! "Therefore, Nakime, I believe that is only proper for you to get close to my son. I am sure this is not an inconvenience for you, is it?" Long story short, you have been simping trying to hard to get closer to Nakime, who since a long time ago has you living in the fortress under your father's order to keep you safe... he figured out what was happened (and she probably did too) and decided to do something about it. By ordering her to answer to your efforts.... "Of course, Muzan-sama."

Is she mad? She sounds mad. Damn! You don't want her to hate you and your father is only looking at you with a "you're welcome" face. Father, what are you so proud of? Can't you see you are doing nothing but embarrasing this son of yours?! In front of the woman you like?? You are even tempted to just step to the sun and avoid the, but right now it's night. Nakime wouldn't even let you do so if it was daytime, that would her in danger from father.... you probably hate your life right now, don't ya?

"Nakime-san, I'm so sorry about father. He-well-he shouldn't have brought this up to you..." you try, but ever since that meeting Nakime has been ignoring you, just letting you be around.... "Stop apologizing. I already said I don't care." well, it's not that different from what it was before that talk. You have no idea if that makes it better or worse, but you always bounce back to the topic, no idea if you actually want a reaction from her or what.

"Listen here. To me this is not ideal, but for a long time you have been something I had to deal with. If Muzan-sama wants me to invest my time and effort in knowing you better then I will, but I would also appreciate if you didn't make this more akward than it has to be. Your choice." She gave you the longest answer ever... you have never heard her talking so much to anyone, not even father. That surprises you, besides the fact that she is willing to get out of her comfort zone...

Now, if only you could be as level-headed as her, it would be perfect... whatever, you still got time to fix it.

Akaza:

"Is something bothering you, son?" Please don't. Father, your son is begging for you to not put that face of expectation and judgement! Then again, there is nothing you can do against it, even looking on the other side won't stop you from seeing it "You have grown... jaded. It pains and worries me the idea that you would hide from me something that brings you discomfort. Don't you trust me enough?" Yes! No! It's complicated! But again, he doesn't even need to see what is on your mind, just a few sentences are enough for you to reclutantly confess... that you have been trying to follow Akaza... and that you think he is handsome... with a cute face... and nice personality... strong, endearing, talented, hard-working, honest, fierce, stubbo- everyone gets it!

Unfortunately for you, and Akaza, this includes your father. The next day, yes day, so nobody can leave until after twilight.... Your father is evil... "Muzan-sama.... Y/N.... why did you call me here?" His tone softens up when he says your name, it always does. You know Akaza doesn't get along with other demons, but he seems to make an exception with you. That always make you feel... proud? Happy? A mix of both?

"You have always been loyal to me, Akaza, I think it was time I rewarded you. After all, I know how much you crave for a... more intimate relationship." Oh no, oh hell nah! "Father...." He only waves his hand in dismissal "Hush now, I'm dealing with it for you, son. You see, Akaza, my son has grown quite fond of you, and as far as I can tell, you too share some appreciation for him." Akaza has his eyes as big and round as plates, irises turning fast between you and your father, as if that would answer what the hell is going on. He is also blushing, probably for being outed as a demon that craves deep bonds. You could already tell, but that is strange for demons. "Emm.... Y/N is... he is good."

"Huh. You could upgrade that answer. Still, I'm glad we are all in the same page. I will leave you two lovebirds alone." He claps his hands to together as if to tell his business is over. You can only blush as your father calls Nakime's attention to send you and Akaza to some other place, somewhere safe and private, and by the time you turn around the Biwa stops sounding, your crush still kneeling behind you, not moving as he is still trying understand- "... What just happened?"

"Well... I'm not sure myself.... just know this wasn't my idea! I don't know why father did this. Well, I do know why, but I don't think he was thinking straight-" "You can feel it too?" He interrupts you, almost in a whisper, and you can see his eyes with a vulnerable shine "You also feel... that something... someone is missing? That... someone should be there and is not?" No, that is not exactly what you feel. You feel that you want Akaza there, not that there is someone missing in your life... that is a depressing thought....

"I can try to fill up... if you are willing..." Akaza just stands up, smiling weakly to you. "... sure. Let's try. It's... my reward... after all... you're good...." .... let's just hope this works.

Douma:

"Muzan-sama, why are you so aggressive tonight? You came all the way to my home to hit me?" Says the mouth as from the nose and up regenerate, besides his inner organs. Still, Douma seems unmoved by this, he already knows father doesn't like him and is probably the only demon that can live just fine with that. You were just coming to see him when your father decided to tag along. You did not trust it, but there wasn't anything you could actually do about it.

"You insolent disgrace! Tainting my son, involving you in your lies! In your fakeness! You thought I wouldn't notice how much he comes here?" Oh no, please don't, please no. You can only close your eyes and stay still as your crush recieved another blow. "I genuinely don't understand what you are talking about, Muzan-sama... oh, are you jealous that your son seems to want to spend more time with me than with you?" You usually admire Douma's lack of fear, but now? Provoking the Demon King to destroy his still healing body?

"Father, that's not what is happening!" You decide to interere before the man you like get's himself killed. Douma has always seem overconfident that your father would not kill him, going with the logic that "if he has not killed me yet then he won't kill me at all". "Douma has not done or said anything to me. I just..." you try to get the words to explain the situation without getting your crush in anymore trouble or having to admit your feelings in front of said crush. "I go to see Douma because I want to. No, it's to no against you because you hate him or whatever phase you think I'm going through. I just like to be with him, and talk, and spend time, and watch hi- in a conpletely friendly way! I-"

"Silence." Ok. Ok. You got it. No more talking.... but "Y/N, no inner monologue included." .... ok. You are listening. "And you, Douma, disgraceful and unbearable, you should feel honored for my son's attention. I hope you can learn do appreciate it, but I doubt it pretty much." Douma just smiles as always "Okeeey~." Damn, he is so cute and silly, and yet so unhelpful! Thankfully, your father only looks indignant for a last time before calling Nakime, cleaning his hands from Douma's blood with a towel.

Once the door to the Infinity Castle opens in the wall, you feel relieved. It could have been a lot worse. "Son. You know I would do anything to see you happy, right?" You don't like where this, again, is going, but answer none the less. "Yes father." He nods before looking at Douma with disgust. "You can keep that, as a present. But know I am extremely dissapointed with your taste. Of all my demons you had to have romantic feelings for the worst." Father rolls his eyes, scoffing, fefore leaving, making a hand signal to tell Nakime to close the door behind him, leaving you with your crush after your father confessed for you.

Damn. You really want to die right now. "Bye, Muzan-sama!" Douma doesn't even react, and he does notice that you are stared. "Calm down, Y/N. I already knew you were attracted to me. You were painfully obvious!" Yep, you want to die so hard right now it's almost funny. Cry or laugh, pick one. Fuck it, pick both.

Kokushibou:

Now..... this is akward. Father has been doing nothing but embarrass you in front of the U-pper-moon ONE, your crush, for the last hour. And the worst part is that Kokushibou still doesn't seem to understand what is happening and from where is coming from. "Muzan-sama, if there is something you want to say, just say it. While I don't dislike your son, I don't see how talking about him contributes to our quest." Really? WHY IS HE SO OBVLIOUS?! As you feel the need to pull your hair off your head you can see your father having that look of "if you don't tell me you are joking right now I will be terribly dissapointed" he always gives you when you say or do anything stupid.

You are in this situation because, since your father is the one who knows the most about Kokushibou, who is great. Really, he just looks so regal, so elegant and distant, like those weird poems of ages ago that you never understood. He is also very powerful and respected, even your father views him almost as an equal (almost, but it's the closes thing). And maybe you started rambling a bit... and blushing... and to ask personal questions that even got a "I really never intended to know that part of his life" as a sumarry of the answer. (It came with an interrogatory for an explicit confession.)

The thing is... he knows. Of course he knows, he is your father. And of course, your father, who always loved to control the smallest details of your life, decided to talk to Kokushibou about it. To try and heavely hint that to get closer to you is beneficial, and a course of action to take. But... but nothing, here is everyone, Nakime, father, Kokushibou and you, who can only look at your hands and try not to blush or day anything that would bring attention to yourself. "I understand. Let me be more clear to you." And here he goes.

"I want you to stablish a relationship with my son. I don't care what you do with it and I definetely don't want to know the details, but you are, at least, knowing each other further." Damn! Why is this happening?! You only wanted to know more about your crush! You didn't ask for any of this! "MuFazanther-sama" it's barely understandable as both you and Konushibo speak at the same time. You look at each other uncomfortable before you let him continue. "I never showed interest in starting any sort of relationship. I don't think it will be fitting for our respective roles as demons under your command."

Ohhhh, that hurt. That was a vocalized rejection and it hurt, even if it was very brave at the same time (because, let's be honest. Not even you can say "no" to father) ".... The thing, Kokushibou, is that I'm not asking, so I can't respect your wishes into the matter. Besides, I am sure that, once you get into knowing my son, you will change your mind. Before that, it's an oder. Are you going to disobey me?" After almost 10 minutes of tense silence... you have no idea how it happened, but now you are alone with Kokushibou outside the Infinity Castle. How do you explain him that this was not your doing?!

"Let's go." Huh? Another minutes of silence as Kokushibou begins to walk away. "Just because we are together now it doesn't mean I can negclet my original mission, so you are comming with me." .... you better work this so it stops being so akward.... fuck!

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #male reader #douma #gyutaro #akaza #kokushibou #nakime #i had fun making this #kny headcanons

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robertdowneyjjr · 6 months

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hey, so. funny thing.

@whinysteve and i have been going insane for like two days because we couldn't find this one fic we really liked, and we both remembered reading it not so long ago but somehow neither of us could recall how it ended? and we kept saying that it's so GOOD and how the heck did it just disappear? well, after hours of losing my mind going through my ao3 history, the steve/tony tag with various keywords, the findingstony blog... it. it hit me that i can't find it because it doesn't exist. because it was the soulmates au idea you posted like two weeks ago where their words only show up after they've met their soulmate.

i thought you might find this amusing. 😩 (i do, but i also need to lie down for a bit because i will never know how steve fixed that mess)

hahahaha omg liv if this is your way of peer pressuring me into writing the whole fic i might actually do it??? because your ask has got me thinking about what would happen next.

that said, steve still hasn't figured out how to fix this mess. i'm very sorry about this.

(stonyclunks soulmates au part one here)

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having been rescued by SHIELD, news of steve's recovery was immediately delivered to howard stark who, while not as involved with SHIELD as he used to be, still receives weekly reports as one of its co-founders.

he'd gone home that night and brought it up in the middle of cutting his steak. coincidentally, tony had been visiting that day and stayed for dinner, so he found out about captain america's miraculous resurrection before the general public did, and honestly, he had enough of hearing about how great this guy was growing up. he really didn't need to keep hearing about it as an adult after he'd finally worked through his issues with his dad and his obsession with a (not quite) dead war hero.

so after howard's announcement, tony politely requested howard refrain from talking about this guy with him.

"i know he's your friend, and you'll probably be spending a bit of time with him now that he's been found, and i'm really happy for you, but i think it would be better for our relationship if we could talk about literally anything but him," he'd said.

and, well. howard was trying. he knew he wasn't the best dad and he also wanted to do right by maria, who spent so many years torn between her son and her husband while trying to mend their relationship. they were finally in a relatively good place with each other which made maria happy. and to be frank, howard had actually come to really enjoy tony's company whenever he was home. he was quite happy too. so he agreed. they don't talk about steve and howard doesn't ask tony to meet steve.

that very night, tony made sure 'captain america' and 'steve rogers' were muted in all his news feeds and social channels.

he literally doesn't know a single thing about the man besides what he learned in his childhood, which he's blocked out. it's a peaceful two years of blissful ignorance.

fast forward to now, tony's packing up his suitcase and getting ready to check out of his hotel when he sees a text from his mom in their family group chat.

seems he's not quite the perfect role model you always made him out to be, howard 🤡, her message reads.

what follows is a link to an instagram post, and from the message preview he can see that it's steve rogers' profile, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't even bother clicking the link.

but 1) maria usually never brings up the man in tony's presence either, and 2) her comment made him laugh. so color tony intrigued.

he taps the link and sees the post. it's a picture of a coffee cup from the place he was at a week ago. the one where he got body slammed by his mysterious dick of a soulmate and unfairly yelled at for it.

he reads the caption and his legs give out under him.

i don't even know if you'll see this, but all i can do is hope. i'm sorry for the words that have made their mark on you. i know i don't deserve it, but i'm hoping you could give me a second chance. i won't yell at you this time, i promise. yours, a fucking asshole

one week ago, captain america was barely even a blip on tony's radar and that's how he preferred it. now, steve rogers is tony's mysterious dick of a soulmate.

what the fuck even is his life.

#they have a lot to work through!! but they'll get there #also i'm determined to write good dad howard at least once in my life #i think tony deserves it in an au at the very least #anyway howard texts steve and he's like 'my wife thinks you're a dramatic bitch'#'good luck with whatever mess you've got yourself in lol drinks next week?'#steve who still hasn't received any DMs from his soulmate a week later follows howard home like a lost puppy #because he's sad and just wants to whine a bit longer #guess who they see getting out of the car with maria after a night at the opera 😃#stevetony #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #stonyclunks soulmates au #kay writes things #soliloquent-stark #ask

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hoziercriespower · 10 days

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I'm tired of people pretending Taylor Swift is a better song writer than Hozier. Florence should have collabed with him instead.

Usually I'd just ignore things like this but either you've been spamming me with similiar messages or there's a small group of people that seems to think I'm in change of Florence's collaboration process. Believe me, if I were, I'd have been asking for a Hozier / Florence collab for years like so many others, but she's a grown woman capable of making her own choices. If she wants to collab with Taylor, she's fully entitled to. This also doesn't mean she can't ever collaborate with Andrew just because she's made a song with Taylor.

Comparing two artists that are vastly different but equally as driven by the work they do and create doesn't make sense to me. Hozier isn't trying to be Taylor and Taylor isn't trying to be Hozier. They can exist within the same universe without people pitting them against each other. Talent is subjective. What you might be pleasant to your ears could be torture to another. They're both good at what they do and you can't take that from either of them. Just because they're both known for their writing doesn't mean one's ability overides the other. They exist in difference spaces.

Andrew has made it clear (even in very recent interviews) that he isn't making music for radio play. He makes music tackling difficult subject matters, which to some people is a lot to consume. Some people either can't or don't want to connect with it. That's okay. He's made peace with that and has always know that's not his target demographic anyway. He doesn't want people to listen to his songs if it doesn't resonate with them and he isn't going to stop making hard hitting songs because they're not hitting the chats. This doesn't mean people don't regard him as a great song-writer.

Taylor, on the other hand has built her career of relatability. The majority of people that listen to her now are people that grew up listening to her when she was young. They grew up with her and so their milestones often intertwine. Her stories resonate with others and it's easy to swallow because most people expierence the same thing. She's been questioned so many times during her career that she constantly feels like she has to prove herself, so she wants to validation of the charts. She's never hidden that. So maybe she's given more attention to her writing ability, but that's because her music is more widely spread.

Ultimately, Florence is clearly happy with her decision and maybe one day we could get a Florence and Hozier collab we so desperately want. That doesn't mean other artists need to be bashed in order for this to happen. You can not like the collab, you can not like Taylor, but please don't use me as a device to spread negative opinions on another artist. That's not what I'm about. I just want to post Hozier content since I noticed a distinct lack of it showing up on tumblr.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #taylor swift #florence welch

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estranha-de-all-star · 8 months

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I'm suspicious to say this because of course I will talk a lot of the brazilians CCs

But the RP that Pac and Forever are doing is AMAZING

Forever is crazy and happy all the time, but he gets SO mad with things when the pills stops making effect on him (and dude, all the cutscenes his doing in the end of the lives? Like yesterday, when he was "dreaming" and showed that he run after Cucurucho with a chainsaw, and Cucurucho runned away scared of him? And Q!Forever exploding his base and making lots and lots of TNT to explode the Island, which btw he definitely did it successfully and they did a rollback and forced Q!Forever on drugs to stopping him to do it again, because the Federation saw that he can and will do it again to get his son and the other eggs back!) And if you don't se his lives, he keeps in character ALL THE TIME, he rarely breaks character, and when he does is just to talk something with chat or explains something, but it's truly amazing what his doing! He's acting crazy and happy, but he has a few moments of lucidity and try to use it to warn the other on the island before taking the pills again!

His fight with Q!Cellbit, and both started screaming with each other and Q!Cellbit desperately tries to put some sense on Q!Forever head and show him that that thing on the bed is not their son! (Honestly that fight reminded me so much of Joui and Arthur fighting that I just started crying) And when Q!Cellbit just left Q!Forever there and he started singing to Rochas I cried much more.

And Pac? Jesus Christ!

His RP yesterday was so good! Because he is crazy and happy taking the pills, BUT, he is not like Q!Forever, when he doesn't take the pills he gets sad and Q!Forever gets mad!

And we as the voices in his head we tried to make him remember what he has to do! Take the pills and try to find and antidote!

But his moments os lucidity are very subtle, when he was lucid he started talking very fast and analyzing what was the medicine the Federation did and how it affected him and Q!Forever and how he could make a antidote. He talked to Q!Fit and Q!Tubbo and said a lot of thing he wasn't supposed to, even showed Q!Fit (and latter to Q!Foolish) the bottle of the medicine, and answered things to them!

But I think the moment that was really amazing and made me really emotional was when he was doubting himself saying that he couldn't make a antidote, and he didn't want to read the book his past self write to him, but he read it. And he remembered why he was doing it, and even if he was afraid of what could happen, he taked one of the pills and leave it to Q!Cellbit on his Castle and leaves.

That was so amazing and I was crying so much! Because even doubting himself (probably because of the pills or something that the Federation said to make him believe that he couldn't find a antidote) and him leaving and saying that it was in the hands of Q!Cellbit? Because he trust his friend very much? (Btw is really good how Pac did his character still be cautious and afraid of Q!Cellbit and making him angry because of their past, he has traumas and even if he knows Q!Cellbit changed for good, he is still afraid (Q!Cellbit knows it too and respects and reassures him he doesn't want to be that person ever again, but he understands that Q!Pac is afraid of that and is always calm and never raises his voice at him, even when Q!Pac accidentally send a private message to Q!Forever instead of Q!Cellbit, he helped Q!Pac and reassures him it was fine!)

And man, Q!Pac character is amazing and many ways, but him knowing he couldn't say anything about the pills and still find ways to show others that something is wrong? Leaving one of the bottles for Q!Cellbit to try to help him to find a antidote?? And in the few moments of lucidity he talking fast and trying to explain to Q!Fit and Q!Tubbo what the pills do to him and Q!Forever?? (Do you know how hard it is to organize in your mind what you want to say in your second language and talks fast all what you're think because you don't have much time?)

Honestly Forever and Pac RPs are absolutely amazing and gave me chills and made me emotional and different ways: Forever makes me kind afraid and scared of how he is and how he is acting to his friends, pointing guns and threatening them because of the clock sound his hearing in his head.

Pac, in another way, makes me worried and sad because his doubting himself so much, even saying to Q!Tubbo and Q!Fit he the weakest of the Favela Five, when this is not true (My man robbed a police guard IN PRISON, he is the one who gives troubles to the Federation without trying, he is the one who tricked the King ot Alcatraz (who is now one of his closest friend... Sure, the guy ate his leg, but this is in the past now!)

Honestly they are amazing, and their RP is really really good!

P.s.: I'm don't know how Q!Cellbit is going to react to the news today, but I just know to be prepared to his RP because knowing this son of a bitch I will cry really hard to the point I will be sobbing (years of Ordem Paranormal prepared me to be aware of this)

Anyways! Love my brazilians CC! I'm very proud of them and very happy that people of other countries are as amazed as me with their RP!!!

#qsmp #qsmp brasil #q!cellbit #q!forever #q!pactw #favela five

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lucysarah-c · 5 days

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What do you think about Levi not mentioning Farlan and Isabel throughout the anime? They were literally his first real friends and family. Even in their deaths he was frustrated. But strangely we don't see any flashback scenes about them or Levi talking about them. It's obviously disturbing to me.

I have an Oc an underground childhood friend that I ship with Levi in particular and I didn't write their story down, but it makes me think that if my character was in danger or if she died with Farlan and Isabel or if she ended up dying long after their deaths, Levi would never remember her or talk about her, just like Farlan and Isabel's deaths, and that bothers me.

I know it's a bit strange to get this kind of analysis-like question since you are a Levi writer's blog. But since I love your writings and I really liked and found comfort in your answer to anon's question about whether Levi likes weak people. Because I am also a person who gets caught up in rumors and doubts whether Levi will like us or not haha.

Anyway, I don't want to deviate too much from the subject and make it too weird. You can answer question if you want.

Hi, sweetie! Oh, I see. Yes, I understand where you're coming from. First of all, I'd like to thank you for saying that you love my writing, and I'm so happy you found comfort in my answer about Levi and a "weak person." It's alright that we get lost in what the fandom discusses too frequently; it has happened to me too. And do not worry, rest assured, I don't find these "analysis questions" weird at all. Though my analysis will never be as good as my close friends', like my friend Sushi who used to have a meta-analysis blog of SnK or Cosmic! They are beyond amazing.

But to answer your question, before I get lost in my thoughts, long story short, Isayama is extremely bad at writing emotional connections in my humble opinion. In my personal group chat with my SnK close friends, we discuss this in great detail at least twice per week haha. In my opinion, Isayama is a writer or a storyteller who struggles to find a balance between keeping the plot going and creating a cohesive society and interrelationships between characters. I personally think that the story was always advancing so fast, full gas, no stop, that we hardly got any real details about the characters that made them human beyond their mere roles in the story.

I always use as an example, if one chapter in the manga or anime started with different panels of the veterans getting ready and sitting down all together for a meeting, we could have seen how their personal chambers were, how their interactions were not only between them aside the presence of the cadets, but we could have also seen how they confront early mornings, if they had paintings of loved ones, flowers on their desks, etc. It would have taken ... 5-10 pages at most, and we could have learned so much. It's something I even keep in mind while planning my own stories; I have an entire notebook of "backstory" for all the characters of Holy Ground, canon or not. So when the time comes around, I can drop little details of their lives here and there because... Let's be honest, has someone ever sat down next to you and said "here, let me tell you my whole life"? No, usually, you get to know someone organically, and that's also what, in my opinion, should happen in stories.

Now, going back to why Levi doesn't talk about Farlan and Isabel. Well, my best answer to you is, sadly, another question. Tell me one scene in the whole anime or manga where Levi was having some quality time with someone he felt comfortable enough to open up and talk about fond memories, be vulnerable, or even crack a joke about some silly hormonal stuff he did as a young man with Farlan. Tell me, I will wait... Haha.

Levi doesn't talk about Farlan or Isabel because he doesn't have screen time to talk about almost anything besides the plot moving haha. I would put my hands on a burning fire and swear that Farlan and Isabel are still extremely important to Levi! And so would be your OC! Don't let Isayama's literary limitations fence your story. That's my best advice; explore feelings that he didn't have the production time for (perhaps he wasn't allowed to write about it because of financial stuff) or he simply wasn't good at it.

Hope that helps!

Love ya!

#levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #levi #snk #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titans

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simplyreveries · 3 months

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Hey ! Can I ask for a Alastor like!male!reader please ? The reader have the same personality and power as him and is in Diasomnia or Heartslabyul. With Idia, Lilia and Ruggie pls ? Maybe Grim platonic (He need a dad and I volunteer for that role-)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Don't forget to drink, and have a good day/night.

i havent watched an episode of hazbin hotel (everything i know about that show is against my will /lh) but the songs have been stuck in my head for the past WEEK.

idia shroud

okay I'm being honest idia was slightly weird and found your behavior initially strange when he had met you, but brushed it off because well, he's at nrc. you always seemed so charismatic and held only good intentions for yourself and others. he didn't get how someone could be so happy all the time as well. he may or may not have thought you were some suck up until he caught glimpse of your underlying nature. (he can respect that though lmao).

he seemed to stray away and almost ignore you at first, especially after seeing more and more of your own behavior. the time when he felt fine around you was when you, being unpredictable appeared and helped him get back at some bothersome student online because you thought it'd be entertaining. and both you and idia are pretty spiteful anyway, with those mischievous toothy grins on your faces.

idia can at least admit he finds your retorts and comments funny, he finds himself snickering to himself when he happens to witness one of these instances when you're basically coming at some poor student that made some snarky remark to you during fitness with vargas. but you always seem to point that out and he hates it.

lilia vanrouge

I feel like you two get along quite well, he finds your demeanor to be interesting and considerably old-fashioned ways is something he relates to. you two are quite the old souls at nrc i feel like haha. But anyone seeing just the two of you together, even smiling and chatting with each other can be pretty intimidating to the eyes of others… your constant toothy smile can be unnerving.

whereas one of your talents and interests is cooking,, lilia does enjoy it as well but pretends to be so weepy and sad when you told him "oh....! its utterly awful! ha-ha-ha” you two get quite competitive during the master chef competitions and challenge the school holds during that time or during beanfest when you two were on opposing teams.... so, you guys definitely get into friendly? rivalries with one another all the time, usually end up being completely chaotic and blown way out of proportion for what they are. the whole dorm knows when you two happen to be in one.

you two have most likely at some point shown each other's magic and abilities off to each other trying to one up one another unknowingly causing some trouble around you as you are so caught up.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie sort of becomes your little gossip buddy, because he doesn't seem to really care and has a lot of dirt on various students and stories he's heard and seen. you just happen to be a sucker for the drama and are able to easily repay him in some way with your magic if you really need to anyways.

he sometimes does find himself a little... confused and taken aback with your smiley and always grinning with some sort of delight even during the worst possible moments (*cough* overblots) as you don't seem to barley bat an eye. but then again as others would assume, its nrc and ruggie has met a lot of strange people. even if you're definitely one of the more... stranger ones.

before he had really known he, he had has attempted to be his usual, cunning self and deceive you at times as a way to try and getting something from you. he easily learned his lesson when you're so able to see right through him and twist it back on him- it ended up turning into some sort of game. he thinks its honestly impressive though. he almost wants to know if you learned that or if that was genuinely just you, he is leaning towards the last part haha.

grim

you are definitely not a force to be reckoned with when angry or even upset. He’s certainly had his moments where he's like “WOAH”. despite the fact that he may butt heads with you often with your condescending and teasing towards him– you’re still quite protective over your little friend. you swiftly manage to pull him out of trouble by swiftly teleporting him right in your hand and he hates that, he always grumbles when you're chuckling “now now, violence is not an answer, grim” even though he's seen your worst moments haha. you're literally way more aggressive than him, he'll retort and remind you of when some rough savanclaw student ALMOST scuffed your uniform.

lowkey he wouldn't outright admit it to you, but I feel like grim does look up to your power and abilities in a way, plus being your unbothered, confident, straightforward self- he wants that aura around himself too…! he wants people to fear him like they do with you all the time. during halloween you practically “shine” as you enjoy playing around and scaring the daylights out of people visiting your dorm and go back to grinning.

not gonna lie, I think that you have this stupid rivalry between you and azul. being you, azul would find you one of the most difficult people to make a deal with. (not to mention you can pretty much manifest anything you want) you were able to easily manage and deal with the events that went down in chapter 3 because you're easily as manipulative and cunning. you literally are a dealmaker yourself. grim always watches you and his interactions in sheer confusion and concern.

#THE DAD SONG IS SO CATCHY #i also love alastors voice #twst imagines #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #lilia twst #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #ruggie bucchi #grim #grim twst

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Hey idk if requests are open but if they are

Do you think you can do a ranboo ,wilbur or tommy x rich female reader . (I just love how you write it's so good)

In which reader is a friend of them telling them by donations of 5000£ that she is going to come to their house and they don't believe her but she comes from the city in which she lives to the place where they are to surprise them during a stream

I kinda already did rich reader for Tommy (Entrepreneur Enigma) so I decided to do this one for Wilbur!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Ridiculously Rich

Your favorite part of donating to tell Wilbur things was how he momentarily froze. It always happened, no matter how many times you had given him money. He would look at chat spamming your name, look at his donations, and freeze.

"You're coming to my house?" He reads aloud. "Now? No you won't. Maybe in the morning, but it's fucking late and you're too lazy."

You type out another donation, rolling your eyes at how he doesn't believe you. You don't even bat an eye before entering 5000 as the amount and sending it through, but he sure does once he gets it.

"Woah- I'm not going to believe you. I know you too well to believe you. Chat, she's never going to prioritize me over her bed."

Before, maybe you wouldn't go right that second. Maybe you would've waited until morning. But now? Now you had to go right that second just to spite him.

You message your driver, your poor poor driver, and start grabbing things. Mr. Wilbur Soot is going to regret slandering your name on his stream.

Within five minutes you're in a car, airpods connected to your phone to watch the stream. You live a little bit away so hopefully he'll still be streaming by the time you get there.

"You're rapidly approaching my location, consider the 10,000 a bribe to stay streaming? Fucking hell. I will then. But you're a fucking liar." Wilbur laughs, rolling his eyes.

There's nothing quite like getting out of bed to go spite Wilbur. It truly is a magnificent feeling.

"Any particular reason for the late trip, ma'am?" Your driver asks.

"Spite."

He laughs but doesn't pursue any further questioning. With the kind of money you have, most people don't bother asking questions. As long as they get paid, they're happy.

That's one reason you're so close with Wilbur. You both understood what it was like to be treated as if you weren't really humans. And also, he's a lovable dickhead.

"We'll be there in a minute." Your driver reports some time later, snapping you out of your trance.

"Thank you."

You send another donation, knowing that by the time it goes through you'll be standing outside his office.

The car is driving away as Wilbur notices it, not even bothering to read what you said aloud before laughing and leaving his office. Within seconds of his disappearance from the stream, he's reappearing in the door's glass window, unlocking it for you.

"You're crazy." He laughs, quickly ushering you in.

"You said I wouldn't come."

"Because I thought you wouldn't!"

"Never doubt me, Wil. Never."

"Well, yeah, I know that now! Come say hello to my stream, they'll love to see you. As always."

"Aw, don't be jealous." You tease, following him down the maze of hallways to his little office.

"I'm not jealous!"

"You are, it's okay. Your fans love me more than you and that's okay."

He huffs, probably rolling his eyes. "This one."

"Are you on mute? Nope. Hi chat! Guess who isn't a fucking liar? You should cancel Wil for spreading such slanderous things about me." Without a second thought you take his chair, grinning at him when he throws his hands up in frustration.

Wilbur grabs his chair and yanks it, scaring you into getting off so you don't hit a wall or fall on the floor.

"Thank you for the chair. And don't believe her. Because guess whose ass I have to house for the night now?"

"You love me."

Although you had trouble finding long periods of time to come to visit, Wilbur loved inviting you to his concerts or a one-day hangout. And you loved going. You've even been featured in some Tommy vlogs!

"You or your money. Very close."

You gasp, exaggerating your emotions to seem scandalized. He's lying though, and you both know it. Whenever you donate he ends up sending most of it back. Some he kept at your insistence and also as a fee for "putting up with your dumb antics."

"I'll grab you a spare chair, we can watch some media shares. Have a little fun. Stay put and do not get me canceled."

"When have I ever gotten you canceled?" With a final warning look, he vanishes down the hallway. "So, chat, let me spill all of his secrets."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

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