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deathbecomesthem · 4 months

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The Piano Man

Part 2

Older!Eddie Munson x Reader | 1K

This is something. It's possible there will be more tomorrow. For now, I leave you with this teeny bit of a thing that I wrote while thinking about home.

The hotel is a ghost town, and it has been since the snow hit. Unlucky you missed your last chance at escape because you believed the weather report. You should have trusted the folks on their mass exodus from the tiny Berkshire village.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be on the road to your mother’s house last night. The trip was an impulsive decision. The day that Russ left, you turned in your request for the vacation time you’ve been hoarding for the last several years, and hit the road the following day. Your apartment was too quiet, and you remembered visiting this town when you were a child. The mountains are a dream this time of year, fresh snow capped peaks hiding over every hill. Mother Nature foiled your escape, and left you with the ghosts of regret to haunt you in the eerie stillness of the snow covered landscape.

Now, it’s Christmas Eve, and you’re sitting at the hotel bar with the elderly bartender as your only company. The martini is passable, it’ll do its job anyway. You’re picking at the tray of cheese and crudites, the only food available from the kitchen with no staff past 6 in the evening, when you hear it from across the big room.

Like a punch in the gut, the tinkle of piano keys echo through the space. O Little Town of Bethlehem. You close your eyes and listen to the song without turning around to see the pianist that’s celebrating their own private Christmas concert. A small part of you thinks you’ll see your grandmother sitting at the baby grand in the corner. Even now, with the taste of gin still on your tongue, you can almost imagine that you’re sitting in the first pew of your grandfather’s church on a Christmas Eve candlelight service so many years ago.

“Carl,” you draw the attention of the bartender behind the counter to you as the mystery pianist begins a new song - Hark the Herald Angels Sing, “can I get another martini please?”

He nods his head and makes your drink. When he sets it in front of you, you pick it up, along with the square black napkin underneath the base, and begin to make your way towards the sound of the music from the corner.

You do not expect to find a man, let alone a man with long black hair and tattoos on his neck and fingers, with his eyes closed while his hands dance along the keys in front of him. Of course, his long fingers are made for the instrument in front of him, and they are clever. You think maybe under other circumstances, you’d see him at one of the fancy piano bars Russ used to like to take you to. He’d fit right in there.

When his eyes open, he finds you standing next to him, glass in your hand. He smiles and nods his head in a bow before asking, “any requests? Christmas music only, please. ‘Tis the season and all that.”

“O Come, O Come Emmanuel,” you answer without hesitation, “and then you should join me at the bar on your break.”

He nods and closes his eyes, giving you the opportunity to watch him in private. His neck is long, and it delights your eyes to see the way he moves his body while his fingers pull the song from the keys in front of him. He’s not playing a song, he’s discovering it, he’s pulling it from the piano and breathing life into it.

After a couple of beats, you reluctantly turn and make your way back to the bar, hoping he’ll join you at some point. You’re willing to sit and wait. You’ll stay there until he either sits down next to you, or leaves.

Three more songs, ghosts from your childhood, float through the room. With your eyes closed, you are that child in knee high socks and a red bow in your hair. You can almost smell the spiced cake baking in your grandmother’s kitchen. You can’t even be sorry that he hasn’t joined you, this stranger is giving you the gift of memories long forgotten. You wonder if he’s searching for his own past in the songs he’s playing.

The timing is perfect, you drain your second marini as his clever hands run along the keys for a final time. O Silent Night, how true that is. The snow outside absorbs every sound, and the cars are all sitting under several feet of snow. You don’t remember another time when things were this silent.

“Is this seat taken?” The stranger, soon to be friend, takes a seat without waiting for your approval. A neat whiskey, double, and another martini for you, and you’re both well on your way to a new kind of holiday memory in the frozen New England hideaway.

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The ink on his skin, jet black marks on his neck and thighs, gray on his arms and chest, shine under the bright moonlight that filters through the big window of his hotel room. The fresh snow on the ground outside makes that moonlight radiate in a way that can only be seen during this time of year.

The snow soaks up the small sounds that escape your lips while your bodies seek pleasure and refuge on that frigid December night. The clever fingers that danced along the keys of that baby grand piano move along your skin. Those fingers find the keys of your body, and bring out the songs that are hidden deep inside of you. You are his instrument, and he plays and plays and plays until sweat slicked and spent, you sleep under the warm covers of the hotel bedspread.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

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midnightfantasiez · 6 months

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A Gift For You | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: your boyfriend Sangyeon has always treated you so well since you both began your relationship six months prior. it was about time that you returned him the favour by giving him a gift that he would never forget.

PAIRING: inexperienced sub! Sangyeon x dom f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, blowjob, fondling with male genitals, squirting, cum tasting, oral & fingering (m!receiving), anal fingering (m!receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, couch sex, hickeys (m!receiving)

WORD COUNT: 1,520

A/N: it's the loml birthday today, hence here is my contribution/gift to him 😚❤️ i wrote this in a rush (bcs i ran out of time & used up all my brain juices for his other birthday fic i wrote on my main blog 😭) so i apologise if this isn't the best 🤧 shoutout to my love @daisyvisions for constantly fuelling my Sangyeon brainrot and giving me ✨ideas✨🥴

You have been with your boyfriend for the past six months, and he has done nothing but constantly put a smile on your face daily.

He was the heartthrob of the campus, and you could see why. He was at the top of his grades, part of multiple clubs and even led in many of them, and he would always be there to give a helping hand to all students and lecturers alike.

It was a shocker when he took a liking towards you, for you would’ve considered yourself one of the girls who would venture out every night to go for a drink, and you weren’t exactly good at studying either. But there was something that the both of you had in common—music.

It has been on your wishlist for the longest time, and you have always promised yourself that you would get back to your love for music once you got into university, especially when you had no music club back in the high school you were enrolled in.

You specialised in the vocals and played a few musical instruments as well. It was when you were selected to be part of the main vocalists' lineup for a show that the club was hosting for the summer, and it just so happened that you were paired with Sangyeon. From the very beginning, he had taken the initiative to break the ice and make you feel comfortable. Both of your vocals paired well with one another, and eventually, the little friendship you’ve both had slowly blossomed into something more.

Today marked the sixth month that you both have been a couple, and you wanted to give something back to your boyfriend after all that he has done for you.

And it would be something that he was nowhere near prepared for.

“Sangyeon-ie?”

“Hmm?” He hummed as he continued stroking your hair gently while you leaned onto his shoulder, watching the Netflix show that was projected on the television screen.

“Should we… you know. Do something else?”

He chuckled. “Why? Is the show not doing much for you?”

“Is it bad if I said no?”

“Not at all, babe. What do you want to do then?”

“Well, you have always given me so much and treated me like a princess. Don’t you think my prince charming deserves some love from his princess too?”

That got his full attention as he turned his face to look straight in your direction. “Wow. What am I getting, then? A present?”

“Something much better than a present.”

Slowly, you leaned forward to press your lips against his. It was soft yet warm, and you always craved for his lips—every single time, you would feel as if you had ascended to heaven, even though you’d kissed him for the nth time by now.

Sangyeon accepted your touch and adjusted himself so that he could tilt his head for you to gain more access to his lips. You slowly moved your hands from his chest to his neck to cup his face. Slowly caressing his face, you inserted your tongue into his mouth, and naturally, he did the same while moving his hands to rest against your waist.

Now that you have gotten him occupied, you slowly moved your other free hand down to his pants, gently rubbing his member. Sangyeon gasped at the contact, for you have never done such a thing before. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his neck, only to pull him back to you.

“Baby, you trust me, don’t you?”

You reconnected your lips with him, and this time you would snake your hands into his pants, rubbing the tip of his member. You could feel his member tense with your cold touch, and this only excited you more. You pulled your hands back out only to drag his pants and underwear down, pulling out his cock and exposing it. You then moved down and knelt on the ground before positioning yourself right in between his thighs. You were gently rubbing the tip before taking it fully into your mouth.

“O-oh my god… Y/N… w-what are you doing…” It was clear that your boyfriend was having a battle of his own, trying to make sense of reality while he tried to calm himself down.

You were constantly sucking his cock, before you stopped for a moment to respond to him.

“This my love, is called a blowjob.”

You reconnected his member into your mouth as you began fondling with his balls, giving them a little squeeze which earned you a groan from your boyfriend. Sangyeon tilted his head back onto the couch, both hands gripping the sofa as he tried his best to calm his fast breathing down.

It was then he was about to reach his high, he naturally began convulsing and pushing his cock deeper within your throat, squirting all of his cum all over your mouth. The look of horror was plastered all across his face as he began propping himself up and apologised to you profusely.

“Oh my god! Y/N! What have I done, I’m so sorry—”

Just then, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping off the excess dripping from the corners of your mouth before you leaned in to reconnect your lips with his.

“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

Almost immediately, you quickly removed his top and threw them off. This time, you moved your hands back down and stopped right at the entrance of his asshole. You slowly pushed a finger in, and Sangyeon yelped at that move. You gave him a few seconds to adjust before you started fingering him while moving down to suck his nipples.

“F-fuck… Y/N… Y/N… aaaahh…”

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“I-I…”

“Yes, baby?”

“W-want more… inside…”

With that, you inserted another finger up into his anus, fingering him gently as you kept your gaze towards his beautiful face.

It was new to see your boyfriend like this, and you were beyond proud of yourself for taking this route to please him. It was how innocent he was and his constant sweet moans of your name the entire time. You wanted to pleasure him more.

As your lips slowly moved down to lick his abs (god, were they hard as fuck), you started moving yourself to sit right on top of his thighs, removing your top as well and pulling your underwear to the side before you aligned his tip to your entrance and slowly moved down as his huge cock slowly inserted into you.

Sangyeon started to whimper from that alone, and you took a few seconds to adjust before you began to bounce on him. He closed his eyes throughout the whole session, and his constant moans echoed throughout the room. Sangyone bit his lower lip, and he hissed when you started to pick up your pace, grinding on him ever faster.

“Aahh—Y/n—”

You quickly grabbed both of his hands and placed them onto your breasts, guiding them so that he would give you a gentle squeeze before he shot up from the couch to connect his lips towards your nipples, circling them and eventually sucking them.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” You constantly praised him in between your moans, and it was now that your boyfriend was fully cast under your spell, not rejecting or being unsure of your touch anymore. You could tell how he had been wanting more as he began to thrust up into you, so you weren’t the only one doing the job now.

Sangyeon began to feel that he was coming soon, but he wasn’t sure if it would be alright for him to release his cum all over again. For one, he was inside you now. Second of all, he thinks that it is a little unfair that he is going to come twice when you haven’t even had your first orgasm. There was a slight hesitation in his voice before he eventually mustered up the courage to ask you.

“Y/N… babe… I-I don’t think I am going to last…”

“That’s fine, baby. Just do it.”

“W-where can I—”

It was then his cock finally hit the spot within you that got you crying out, and you finally felt the knot in your stomach, indicating that you were about to come anytime soon as well. You gripped onto his hair before screaming out loud.

“Inside! Sangyeon! Finish inside of me!!”

Within seconds, both of you came at the same time, and both of your juices were now dripping down the couch. As you came down from your high, you immediately began placing kisses all over his body, sucking it a little bit harder near the crook of his neck with the thoughts of leaving behind a hickey.

As you got off and he placed his fingers over where you just left a mark, you smirked before whispering in his ears.

“This is proof that we have finally done the deed, and there will be so much more to come, baby.”

A/N: i need people to know that sub!Sangyeon can also be hot 🥴

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mingisdoll · 25 days

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So what's the difference?

Includes: gn!shopowner!reader, just a bunch of fluff lol

@newworldnet

Thank you to @bunnliix for assigning me this trope

You own and run a small business that sells instruments. Stringed, brass, woodwind, and so on. Mr. Gold, or Rumpelstiltskin, helped you in building the business and taught you how to run it. You were writing down the purchases the customers made in your logbook when you heard the familiar chime of the bell, indicating that someone came into the shop. You looked up and your knees almost gave out.

A tall and handsome man wandered into the shop and you gulped nervously as he approached you. He had long silver hair, sharp eyes that were very much similar to a wolf, a pretty nose, prettier lips, a sharp jawline, and nice hands.

Very nice hands.

Hands that were covered in big rings.

He was only wearing a white tee and gray sweats yet he still looked godly in this otherwise bed fit.

"Hi! Welcome to the Swan Song! I'm Y/N. Let me know if you have any questions."

The guy nodded shyly and gave you a small grin before looking around.

It had been around three hours since he wandered in. You were helping other customers whilst keeping an eye on him. After the customers left, he approached you and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Sorry. I might sound dumb but uh... what's the difference between a violin and a viola?"

His deep voice resonated throughout the small shop and you found the question endearing.

"Well the main difference is their ranges."

From there, you explained the difference between the violin and the viola. You explained it in a way that he can understand and he was nodding along, making mental notes while he listened tentatively. Once you finished, he pointed to a violin on the rack behind you.

"I'd like to purchase that one please."

You nodded and got the violin off the rack before placing it in a black case. You made sure the bows were in proper shape before closing it and handing it to him. You rang him up and he took out a few bills before giving them to you.

"Keep the change. This is my way of saying thanks for sharing your expertise."

He winked at you before taking the violin and exiting the shop.

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That was almost three weeks ago. Three times every week, he would come in. He became a regular at this point. He would either come in to have the strings changed, the bow rehaired, or to simply talk your ear off. As it turns out, the violin was a gift for one of his friends.

That friend's name was Yeosang.

His name was Mingi.

Business was particularly slow today and you were tired. You were still recovering from taking care of baby Gideon, Belle and Rumpel's son. He was a good baby!

He just happened to cry a lot during the night for some odd reason.

As soon as the couple came home, you informed them and they took it into account before thanking you and paying you a hefty amount.

You had your head bent over the counter and buried in your arms as you tried to catch up on sleep. You didn't hear the chime and someone walking in until you felt a presence in front of you and a deep voice talk softly and quietly in your ear.

"Hey, baby."

You immediately shot awake and looked at Mingi, who had a shit eating grin on his face. Had it not been for the fact that you were enamored with this guy, you would've swung at him.

"Oh. Hey, Mingi."

"Long night I assume?"

"Yeah."

"So why did you open up shop if you knew you were going to be tired?"

You shrugged. You honestly had no idea. It was probably a force of habit. Mingi lifted your head and rubbed your chin with his thumb.

"Want to get coffee with me? It seems you need the energy boost."

Nodding along, you closed up shop and headed out with him to a cafe in Storybrooke, giddy over the fact that you were basically on a date with this guy.

#newworldnet #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader

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imjustabeanie · 2 months

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Matchups for @averagetoyakinnie

Your Hazbin hotel match is...Lucifer!

Hi hi hi! For your rematch I bet you thought of him didn’t you? Yeah after more thinking I believe you fit more with Lucifer. You’re quite energetic and dabbles in a lot of hobbies. You need someone who can keep up with you and either hype you up or calm you down. Lucifer is a nice fit for this.

Now this may sound as the to go to scenario but you two met at the hotel. Unless you provide another scenario I don’t have another one that won’t break your character….Due to your initial shy and distant character at first, Lucifer didn’t pay much mind. But when he saw other having fun with you and praising how nice you are he got curious. Perhaps even worried because most hell sinners have hidden intentions. But with time he realized that you had good intentions and is the funny dad friend everyone needs. Even him. He felt comfortable enough with you to let his guard down little by little. It was shown in how he always showed you his new inventions or got you your favorite snacks when you had a bad mood. Heck you two even had weekly gossip sessions lol. He realized his feelings when Charlie pointed out how much time you two spent together and how close you got. He had an oups moment and confessed during a weekly meeting you two had.

Lucifer is someone who adapts to his lover and does his best to make them happy. Even if it ends relatively bad like we saw with Lilith. He’s rather clumsy while talking at the start but will feel confident rather soon. He always hypes you up in your endeavors even if it involves rules breaking. Your weekly meetings turn into daily meetings where you two ramble about your day before going to sleep. He gives you good advices as he’s rather knowledgeable in many fields. Nights where you two go into deep discussions slowly become his favorites because he discovers a new side of you. He eventually opens up about his past but it takes him many years to acknowledge with you his own mistakes.

Your independence is rather nice because he tends to isolate and needs his me time. But he wants you to talk to him about your problems. The only time he’ll get angry at you is if you somehow get yourself in danger. He’ll get angry, deal with the problem and go to cool off. He’ll apologize for his behavior later and spoils you as an apology. He’ll try to make you laugh because he loves your laugh, it always puts him in a good mood. He once got you plushies every week, but once he knew you didn’t like plushies that much (totally not because he is jealous of the kisses they get) he stopped and instead got you art material and instruments. You get monthly ducks too. He has one that looks exactly like you and probably rehearsed some conversations with it lol.

Lucifer loves how attentive and caring you are, even to strangers. He lets you do what you want and even encourages you while he stands back to make sure they don’t have negative intentions towards you. Something he likes is how you never take anything for granted. It makes him feel appreciated because his love language is mainly acts of service and gift giving. It’ll take time for him to get used to physical affection but soon you’ll notice that he always holds your hand in public and refused to let you out of his embrace when sleeping. Speaking of domestic things, you two adopted 3 pets of your choice. He had to put a stop to it because you were gonna adopt all animals in hell and he’s already jealous of your three companions. When he was having a bad day and you took care of him, he believed he felt a new kind of love. He was so grateful for it. You can notice it because he became more vulnerable around you, even letting you touch his wings and horns.

Lucifer plays many instruments and would adore to play with you! He’d teach you many tricks and shortcuts (he’d rig the game cuz he’s the ref. Sorry not sorry). He also collects things and would be happy to feed your own collections. You can also find Lucifer at all your plays if you let him. He’s just proud of you okay? In general, you two are a couple that know how to have fun.

Your JJK match is....Geto!

Now Suguru is a complex character and it’s actually the first time I write for him so forgive me if I mess up lol. Suguru is someone with a black and white ideology. He despises non sorcerers but cares deeply for sorcerers. In the end he just wants to create a perfect world for his loved ones. Thus, I believe he is a very devoted lover who’d give it all for your happiness. Truly selfless love.

You and Geto were classmates. You two got along with your similar taste of music and you introduced him to video games. You were here for him during his darkest hours this is why he fell for you. How caring, attentionate, grateful and optimistic you are truly made him see you in a positive and loving light. He asked you out after you both came back from a dangerous mission. Life is too short to be indecisive.

Geto is a boyfriend that always has your back if he believes you are right. He’s always here to keep your feet to the ground and save you from making reckless decisions. Yeah he’s also a dad friend, perhaps even more of a dad friend than you are. He shares his inner thoughts with you but it’d take him time to share his darker thoughts. He just doesn’t want to drag you into the rabbit hole he fell into. He also tends to overthink and you noticed that. That’s why you two have a mandatory funny/goofy talk each day. You two share gossips, jokes, snacks and thoughts. It really helped in getting closer. He likes these moments a lot because it makes him feel at ease, forgetting all his other troubles. Communication is key in a relationship but for someone like him it’s gonna take a lot of time. He’s a ticking bomb. Your opiniated self helps him keep his head on his shoulders.

Geto is reluctant to break some rules to have adventures but can’t resist joining you lol. He’s always up for a fun time, often taking you to explore some abandoned places together and enjoy the view. He’s also very attentive and always gets you your favorite snacks to save your days. If you’re having a bad day he’ll pick you up, head home, roll you into a burrito and cuddle with you over a movie waiting for your take out to arrive. While you’re nice and want to help out everyone you meet, he is not. He only helps specific people and often made it known that most people you help don’t deserve it. This sparked some arguments between the two of you. While he doesn’t fully agree (sometimes he is jealous of these strangers) he now keeps his mouth shut. He still has a heart and sometimes help you out. After these debates he takes you out on a date to a concert, arcade, park or even some nice restaurants if he can reserve it. Geto can also cook rather well and often prepares bentos for both of you every day.

He finds your habbit of kissing your plushies rather cute and he teases you for it. He sometimes lay on them and demands attention. Geto also likes getting you trinkets when he’s on a solo mission. Especially if it’s something you collect. His love language is acts of service and quality time. He also enjoys physical touch and likes holding your hand or hugging you at home. He’d accept to get an animal but only one because of your schedules. And no, no amount of begging or puppy eyes will melt his heart on this matter. Sometimes your cat sides with him which makes him laugh. He really enjoys your interest for arts and likes taking you on museum dates or concerts so he can see you ramble about those topics you love so much. He doesn’t play an instrument in the manga but I headcanon him playing the guitar. Your house is always filled with music which makes him happy. Sometimes he just lays down and enjoys your music. He encourages your hobbies and even gifted you an expensive camera for your birthday! He’s into sports himself and likes playing with you.

Overall this relationship is one where he learns to progress and heal while giving the best of himself to you. It does get rocky when he starts to stray but I believe he’d do his best to stay clean because he found a new reason to figth.

Your obey me match is...Solomon!

The sly and funny sorcerer. This man is charismatic and flirty, he generally gets along with everyone (and more if affinity ahem-). I choose him because he’s versatile and caring if it makes sense.

How you met: Let’s follow the plot shall we? (date. Okay sorry I’ll stop). Solomon always has a comeback when you’re being sassy with him and just seems to know what people are thinking. He’d be the one to show you around and would encourage you to break the rules if it’s not too dangerous. Seems casual right? Yeah and it would’ve stayed that way if it wasn’t for…asmodeus! Come on, in the house of lamentation both of you would easily get along. He’d be the type to drag his two favorite humans along to his shenaningans (idk how it’s pronounced). The trouble trio lol. It would prompt you and Solomon to spend more time together and get to know each other. He is into anime/manga and gaming as we saw with Levi. The fact that you’re also dad friend but also fun and entertaining would put him more at ease with you because he doesn’t have to pick up slacks or worry about you getting in serious trouble lol. I think you’d be the one to fall first. Or that asmodeus would notice the tension between both of you and will try to pair both of you together until he succeeds. Now I also thought that it could start as a FWB type of thing if you feel up to it. Because Solomon has these kind of friendships and it’s highly possible that Asmodeus would propose it

In a relationship: Something nice with you and Solomon is that you have a lot in common and he’s also a very curious individual in general so this definitely won’t be a problem as I can see you two enjoying the same hobbies and having fun. He’s a tease so when you give him words of affirmation you can expect him to act all flirty as a thank you, or very soft in rare moments lol. He’s an intellectual and can definitely keep up with all your conversations. He’s also the type who knows when in a bad mood and somehow manage to lift if up. You act feminine? So what? He’s gonna enjoy it with you he doesn’t care. I mean….he is good friend with asmodeus. He likes it. He’s also gossipy lol (you see these videos with a partner coming home and saying I got the tea? Yeah it’s the two of you). You two acted like an old married couple rather quickly lol. Solomon love language seems to be more in acts of service to be honest. But if he notices that you prefer words of affirmation he will switch to it. I can also see him bringing you a small gift each time he goes out. The biggest problems in the relationship is, as you guessed it, his immortality and ability to open up that are linked. It will always be here unfortunately unless he manages to break the curse or you somehow get cursed which he might be against because it’s not something you’d appreciate (personally I don’t mind but I can understand why some would). Also, I see him as someone who would take time to become exclusive. As we saw in obey me, most of the cast doesn’t mind the mc having multiple lovers so yeah it could be an issue.

Your JJBA match is...Ceasar!

*proceed to throw a big cross at the post. Sorry not sorry lol*

Yeah a Zepelli. Considering who the second options were, you shouldn’t be surprised that you got the casanova lol. Ceasar is a big romantic and also a loyal friend. He’s determined, brave and willing to sacrifice himself for his goals.

How you met: Okay let me cook. I see both of you being childhood friends. Perhaps you grew up and joined him in his adventure to learn Hamon or you two met again years later when he was back (I had an idea that you were a model and he saw you in a magazine and that’s how he knew where you were but don’t know if you’d accept it lol. In short he saw the magazine when he came back and looked for you again). You two had lots of adventures together and often flirted with each other. It’s not uncommon to find you both enjoying yourselves and talking loudly without a care in the world. He definitely broke more rules after you met again. He always protects you in fights and you patch him up in exchange lol. If anyone were to insult you or your style they can expect one hell of a beating. I think he’d ask you out after a dangerous mission where he saw how scared he was of losing you.

In a relationship: Not much would change, he’d just be more romantic just as you like it because his love language is words of affirmation and gift giving. It’s giving la boheme vibes. He might not be able to keep up with you if you get into deep conversations but he will validate you and ask about it. He’s curious to know how you think and eager to make you happy. You two being so sarcastic and able to finish each other insults would be soooo funny. I can see him enjoying music with you and taking you to fairs to dance together. He might not be much into mystery or board games but he is competitive enough to participate and enjoy his time with you. Ohhh imagine you both laying under the stars and he makes you a flower crown. Personal headcanon, he doesn’t handle spicy food. Now for the bad parts here…he is too goal oriented and also won’t hesitate to leave you behind if it’s to protect you or accomplish his goal. Just as we saw with joseph unfortunately….better be able to calm him down from his reckless behavior.

Your Tokyo Revengers match is...Mitsuya!

He’s more stable than Kakucho. That’s literally the only reason lol.

How you met: Since you wanted future setup we’re gonna follow that. And thankfully, mitsuya usually shares the same future. You were his model, his first official model if you know what I meant. He always called you when he had your style in mind or an outfit that could fit you. Heck I can even see both of you having photoshoots together because he works with you a lot and you get along with his little sisters (he started working young so it’s to be expected that you met them before). As much as he tried to keep it professional, it’s difficult to do so with someone you see that often so you two are bound to talk and befriend each other. He always makes sure your favorite beverages are present and when he receives invitations to events like dinner he found himself thinking about you and eventually kept inviting you. He appreciates your sarcasm and independence when working with you because he knows you mean well and you’re honest too! This basically went from work to lovers in the span of many years. After perhaps many relationships you two found comfort in each other’s and it just clicked. He was always embarrassed if you started acting flirty with him but in the end he reciprocated and you asked him out.

In a relationship: He tries to keep it private so the paparazzi would leave you alone. He’s more open with you and often surprised you with dates at homes as well as flowers every week. If you get along with kids and like them (contrary to me), it won’t be unusual to find you playing with his sisters some board games and he’d join you. I think he low key sucks in video games. He will try for you but still…You two would definitely bond over art. You’re like his muse after all. He’d encourage you to draw and do music and in the future I can definitely see him dedicating a room for your hobbies. He’s more of an introvert so when you’re overactive he sometimes struggle to keep up, thankfully you’re willing to help him out lol. You’d definitely be the reason why he goes out more. Both of you being the therapist friends would make for a healthy relationship because you both have no issues sharing your problems. Be prepared to be surprised if you didn’t know he was in a gang. His friends will definitely be very curious about it. I can’t see much issues because he is such a green flag….

Your helluva boss match is....Stolas!

You two met at a party where he was bored out of his mind. He engaged in little talks and when he saw you two got along and you weren’t double faced he invited you to meet up for other little talks. He finds you to be easy to talk to and get along with. He is a young soul at heart and would gladly rebel with you lol. Stolas loves that you’re very independent because he is often busy with his princely duties. He is someone who would enjoy debating with you and just sharing his deepest thoughts. He is nice (when he wants) and also protective of you, if he felt like anyone was trying to take advantage of you they’re gonna pay dearly. He is also overactive! INVITE HIM TO ESCAPE GAMES OR ANY MYSTERY GAMES! He would love it! Stolas is a sweet lover who has a lot of flaws but would give it all up for happiness. His only problems in the relationship is his wife and trust issues lol. I can see both of you either getting in trouble together or him getting in trouble and you taking care of this drama queen. His love language is definitely gifts, affection and words.

Your genshin match is...Ayato!

You were a friend of Thoma that he got to know and enjoyed. You two went to many festivals together and he became interested in you. Your relationship is quite secret because he wants to avoid drama on both sides and make you comfortable (but everyone can see that he is softer with you). Ayato is mischievous and would sometimes engage in breaking rules with you (to the disbelief of both thoma and ayaka. What did you do lol). At least Thoma knows you have ayato best interest in mind and would never let him get hurt. Ayato is very busy, so he treasures every moment spent with you and plan as many dates as he can into his schedule. He often sends you gifts to apologize if he is too busy. You two are the biggest boba tea lovers, if you’re into that I can imagine both of you trying to make boba tea. He loves that you’re independent, confident and straightforward. He also engages in all your talks with his own teasing remarks or, if it’s a deep conversation, his inner thoughts. While you are openly sarcastic, he makes backhanded comments, what a dangerous duo. He doesn’t care that you act feminine at all. And if he can, he would love to match outfits with you or even lets you dress him up. He will always defend dogs unfortunately…He loves playing chess with you and I believe he has a personal art collection that you can observe (he’d even gift you some pieces later on). Overall, ayato is a nice and calm lover. His busy schedule and teasing remarks can be too much for some people (try to flirt with him and you’ll end up as red as a tomato) but he tries his best to make up for it

Your HSR match is...Ruan Mei!

Now I know you weren’t expecting her but I think both of you would fit well together. She is reserved, smart and spends a lot of time in her lab. Please teach her how to socialize lol (it’s what happened at first. It started like the MC but she liked you more and spent more time with you). She is an emotionally aloof and distant girlfriend because I think she doesn’t know how to act in those situations. Ruan Mei would happily ramble about her ideas and experiments to you while sharing her troubles and guilt over what she is doing. She loves that you’re interested in music and the arts! She finds them to be relaxing to look at so she often invites you to come with her and discuss them. She sometimes isolate when she is working and hope you don’t mind that. Lmao the duo of the scientist at work and her lover barging in all angry because she is not taking care of herself. You’re a rule breaker? Good. Cuz she is messing with life here. Your flirty nature surprises her and makes her all shy lol. She loves spending time with you watching movies and anime (im sure she loves all mystery related things). I think she is very good at board games even though she doesn’t plan them often….If one of her creations looked like you, she would keep it lol. In general Ruan Mei would learn how to be in a relationship with you, she can be distant and aloof without meaning it so just go and bring her back down to earth with us.

Your black butler match is....William!

Poor forgotten William…how dare you do him wrong like that sniff sniff. I admit that the most difficult part of William…Is just befriending this man. Cuz once he befriends you, it’s easier for him to fall in love and ask you out. He is a very traditional boyfriend who would prepare a whole dinner date (perhaps he cooked) and invite you before asking you out at the end of it. In a relationship, there is a mandatory tea break with you that he would never miss. He has to bitch about his work to someone and if you have any issues he would be glad to take care of it. He may enjoy a calm environment but he will do his best to keep up with all your energy (give this old man a break). But he’d ask you on his worst days if he can just…lay down in your arms and enjoy your presence (aaawwwww). You being the dad friend is good for him. He is also the dad friend so having someone like that near him who will also take care of him would help him out greatly. With you around, he would start enjoying life more and would become less of a workaholic. He loves going to museums and concerts/opera with you. He tries to get tickets at least twice a week for these kind of events. His love language is mostly spending time together and helping you out. He may be rather brutally honest but he is softer with you. If you pester him enough, you can get a cat. Board games that rely on intelligence would be something he enjoys doing. You’re definitely the only one who can make him blush, he fails often lol. He always makes it a point to have your favorite beverage nearby. Beware of Grelle, she might try to murder you in the start. He is not feminine but would respect your style.

Your twst match is...Trey!

He’s the therapist’s therapist, the dad of the dad. And yet he finds it in himself to be mischievous. Trey would ask you out on valentine day or with a special cake just for you. I believe you two were classmates and he asked you out at the end of the third or second year. Trey likes that you’re responsible, independent but still a rule breaker lol. At least you know how to have fun. Both of you would definitely cook together, he would even show you some family secret! Trey is understanding and can handle all your moods (he handled riddle after all) and he always seems to know how to make you feel better. I headcanon that he knows a lot of tea due to Cater and Rook…these two are very gossipy. He is not very good at games but would try. If you think he is not competitive….think again because he knows how to have fun and enjoys friendly debates. He likes it when you introduce him to new musics and forms of art (he would try to plan these dates when you two can). In general, Trey is a loving and calm boyfriend that can still keep you on your toes. He knows how to have fun while keeping the both of you safe. And he is curious, just like you which keeps the relationship lively.

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel #genshin impact #twisted wonderland #jujutsu kaisen #honkai star rail #jjba #obey me #tokyo revengers #helluva boss #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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How To Set up a Christmas Tree (Hint: Wait for Hermione)

Hermione x draco x theo | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 4: “Well, the Christmas tree fainted.” | WC 1991| Rating: M (some references to sex)

“Theo, you know I hate surprises–”

“Trust me! You’ll love this one.”

Hermione continued to grumble under her breath as she was blindly steered forward, her hands outstretched in a vain attempt to find purchase on something, anything familiar.

She’d been ambushed in her office after work by one of her husbands, the same who now had his hands firmly on her shoulders. The moment they’d Floo’d home together, he’d wrapped a scarf around her eyes. If this journey didn’t end up in their bedroom with a naked Draco tied down for her enjoyment, there would be hell to pay. As far as Hermione was aware, there was no other perfect use for blindfolds and surprises.

The last time she’d been the unaware recipient of a gift, St. Mungo’s had been involved. They’d had to replace their curtains and the section of the flooring that had been singed in the aftermath of her signature bluebell flames. After that point, her wizards had been very careful to avoid any and all similar mishaps.

Whatever lay in her future must be quite enticing to warrant all this foolishness.

That and…

Hermione took a deep breath and basked in the nostalgic smell that was equal parts refreshing and woodsy. It smelled just like her favorite holiday candle, one she burned as frequently as she could once December hit.

Did Theo and Draco anticipate her festive spirit?

As if in a direct answer to her question, the scarf was tugged free and she blinked in the sudden light. She stood in front of the largest pine tree she had ever seen indoors, even counting the impressive heights of the ones that graced Hogwarts. She looked up, up, and up. She craned her head so far back, she nearly lost her balance until a second set of arms wrapped around her from behind.

“What do you think?” Draco’s voice sounded hopeful. “I just had it delivered today so we could start decorating.”

“You remembered?”

Hermione blinked rapidly to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. Although they had spent a number of Christmases around one another as friends and, later, lovers, this was their first together as a bonded triad. She’d confessed to them as winter drew near how much she missed her childhood traditions, ones that always started with her family unboxing their decorations, many of them decades old, then setting everything up together. The tree had been her dad’s specialty, and he always swore his next one would be even bigger and better.

She and her mother didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had a terrible eye for Christmas trees, always picking ones that were either too sparse in branches, uneven on one side, or bent at the top like some fat bird had perched on top of it. They just giggled and wondered aloud if they’d finally have enough room to hang all of their ornaments, always ending up every year with just a box or two too many. Yet, they continued to collect more in the following months from family trips, only to find themselves repeating the same predicament.

Mum had loved her collection of musical bears–each ornament featured one playing some type of instrument, like a trumpet or a drum. There were polar bears, Grizzly bears, black bears, even panda bears. For her father, it was their set of fishing seals, each wielding a fishing pole with a tiny little fish on the hook, which was a little odd as he had never even gone fishing once to Hermione’s knowledge.

Hermione took it upon herself from the moment she received her first camera to make an annual Christmas ornament with a family photo taken over the past year. She’d started the year she started at Hogwarts and had made it up to six ornaments before the break that was her run with Harry and Ron searching for horcruxes. It had taken far longer than she had hoped to recover what had been lost, first, her parents’ memories, then, with far more effort, their trust. It was only recently, thanks in large part to the two men who held her heart, that she’d been able to resume the tradition.

“Of course we remembered, love,” Draco admonished her, his arms tightening around her waist as he rested his chin above her head. Theo remained close, fingers tangled with her own.

“Can’t say we’ll have any clue what we’re doing, but hopefully you’ll guide us along,” Theo teased, squeezing her hand before letting go.

It was with a not insubstantial amount of disbelief that they’d learned about Hermione’s intention to decorate their home using as little magic as possible. That was how she had done it growing up, and that was how she wished to continue to do it in the future.

“But why?” they had asked. They used magic to clean and (usually) cook on a near daily basis. Hermione didn’t bother to correct them on the second point being as it was something she intended to eventually change. She liked cooking and thought herself quite good at it as long as she wasn’t limited to wild mushrooms and tree bark.

She’d instead answered them in a language they understood with the greatest of intimacy.

With a snap of her fingers, she’d vanished their clothing, her own included, of course, then a swish of her wand had them gasping as they were all cleansed and lubricated in quick succession.

Needless to say, she’d gotten her point across. The build up was something they excelled at and having to go without very nearly sent Draco into a raging fit. Theo had clutched at himself like a woman and her pearls, bemoaning the fact he was being treated like a piece of meat. In a way, he was right. Hermione very much liked their meat, even if she liked the dressing and sides just as much.

“Well, this is certainly a good start.” She twisted in the embrace to press up onto her tiptoes and peck first one, then the other, on the lips.

“What should we focus on first?” Draco asked.

She finally took the opportunity to look around and raised her brow at the sheer amount of greenery lying in piles all over the room. Their home, lovingly dubbed the Granger Estate, was large, but she doubted they needed quite that many wreaths, garlands, and poinsettias. She walked over to what looked like several large spools of glittery ribbons and crystal garlands. The gold ribbons would make perfect bows to pin against the foliage, and she bet they’d look great twirled around the tree, as well. She turned to inspect the behemoth now that she had some distance, and her eyebrows immediately jumped up in alarm.

“Draco? Theo? Did you put the tree up yourselves?”

They turned as one towards her, puzzlement apparent in their eyes at the tone of her voice.

“Of course we did. The delivery men offered to set it up for us, but we insisted we needed to do it ourselves. Why do you ask?”

In any other situation, Hermione might have laughed at the wounded quality of Draco’s question, like a puppy who’d gotten caught doing something wrong, but wasn’t quite sure why just yet.

“It’s just that,” she moved her hand up and down the length before drastically tilting her forearm in imitation, “it’s crooked.”

She wasn’t sure how she’d missed it up close. Perhaps the staggering height and her proximity had thrown everything off. Standing where she was now, however, the lean was unmistakable. She narrowed her eyes to try and see the base, but couldn’t make anything out behind the numerous wrapped presents that already surrounded it.

“What did you use to brace it? Did the tree come with a special kind of stand?”

“Stand?”

“Brace?”

Both wizards spoke at the same time, looking at her in utter confusion.

Here was the surprise she’d been dreading.

She took a deep breath. They were wizards. Surely they had rigged something up to deal with a tree of this magnitude.

“Please tell me you did not just stand this tree up on its trunk without anything to prop it into place but gravity?”

To their credit, they probably didn’t even know what gravity was. They slowly shook their heads, then turned to stare along with her at what was now a threatening monument.

“If it’s stood this long, surely it’s safe?” Draco ventured, his head leaning comically to the side as he traced the curve of the branches.

“There’s one way to test it.”

Before Hermione could fully process what Theo had said, he tugged lightly on a bough. Her stomach dropped so swiftly and low, Hermione wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest if it appeared out of her womb like an angry child. Sometimes eating too much spicy food shared the same effect.

They all held their breath in anticipation.

Nothing happened.

They all tilted their heads in the same leftward motion.

“Maybe…we’re safe?” Theo whispered loudly.

“I think, maybe…”

Whatever Hermione had been about to say was lost to what followed.

They all agreed afterward that the sound the tree made as it fell was something of a cross between a groan and metal scraping across dishware as the presents underneath were shoved aside, no doubt protected from being crushed by some sort of magical wrapping paper for overly zealous children and cats (Theo and Draco could essentially be considered children after this debacle, and then there was Crookshanks, who was still missing after the battle but whose hairs miraculously reappeared no matter how many times Hermione cleaned house–she was convinced he was staying hidden on purpose in some twisted version of revenge at her seeming abandonment).

“Arresto momentum!”

The tree froze in place, a mere hair’s breadth away from the top of Draco’s head.

Hermione took in shuddering gasps, her wand outstretched and trembling at the idea of what might have happened if she were even a millisecond slower.

“Well, the Christmas tree fainted.”

“Theo!”

“What?”

She glared at him and the twinkle in his deep blue eyes. It looked like someone else was going to be tied down and forced to beg for mercy before the night was out.

“Draco?” she called out. He still hadn’t moved.

At his name, the platinum blond head slowly turned to reveal owlish eyes and skin somehow even paler than usual. “Yes?” he croaked out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes?”

“Is that a question or an answer?”

He shook his head as if to shake off imaginary snow, then turned to fully face her. “I’m okay.”

“Then can you help out?”

“What about me?” cried Theo.

“You get to take over for me while I go and get a stand that will suit.”

After some fenangling and making sure the two wizards had the situation in hand, Hermione set to work transfiguring a monstrous stand deep enough to hold the amount of water required for the thick trunk. As Theo and Draco floated the pine tree out of the way, she cleared the remainder of the presents and skirt to place her stand.

“Steady now.”

The base settled in with a soft thunk and she quickly screwed the bolts into place, making several adjustments until the entire tree was just right. Pinenesse Thicknesse (how could they not name him after everything?) now stood as straight and tall as he should have from the start. They were deeply invested now, and would be for at least another month until his needles started falling and not even cleaning charms could keep up with the downfall.

It seemed that in the Granger Estate, magic wasn’t completely avoidable where Christmas trees and two overly-ambitious men were involved. Still, she appreciated the thought, and made sure to prove it later that same evening in the confines of their home–clothing, not included, but golden ribbon out in festive force.

I honestly had no idea where I was going to go with this prompt at the start, but once the idea struck of one of my favorite triads trying to do a non-magical Christmas together for the first time, I just went with it, giggling along the way. I hope you liked this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Confession: I gave up years ago on real trees and settled for a fake. They’re honestly so much easier to set up and then I don’t feel guilty about tossing the poor thing at the end of the season. There isn’t quite the same feeling or scent, though. Candles and diffusers can only do so much.

#hp yuletide bliss #christmas hp fest #dreomione #hermione granger #draco x theo x hermione #draco malfoy #theo nott #harry potter fanfiction

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fleetingblog · 1 year

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hii, could you do a small ff female reader x layer (romantic) in a famous au ? It would be pretty cool.

thx either way :)

｡ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚ Of course I can, thank you for the request! ｡ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚

Warnings:

Fluff lmao

'*•.¸♡ My only one ♡¸.•*'

After a boom of sales of RAISE A SUILEN new single, they became internationally famous , even more, WAY more, than before. CHU2 had suceed: her band was amazing, the most famous in Japan, and their songs was in top of the rankings in the UK and USA. Their most recent show was in New York. Thousands of thousands of people were in the stadium where RAS was performing. And Y/N was there, in vip class seats, watching, whit her best friend Tae Hanazono, the performance of her friends, and her loveable girlfriend, Wakana Rei, or... LAYER, her performing name. She was the frontman of the group, and as Y/N watched her sing and play the bass ,whit that energy that only she have, she couldnt help but be so proud of her like always.

As she plays ,their eyes met many times, and every time it happens they smile at eachother and Rei feels more determination to be her bestself. When the show is over, after two hours, you say goodbye to Tae and immediately go downstairs to see Rei in the backstage. You are very grateful to Tae, cause it was her that introduced you and Rei, last year. You remember it perfectly.

It was your birthday, but you knew you wouldnt have the time to celebrate it. You were a second-year high school student at Geijutsu Academy, a very prestigious school, you had to go home right away to study. But when you got out of the school you see your best friend Tae standing jn foront of the gate,waiting for you.

"Hi Y/N!" she said whit a smile.

You smiled back at her. "Hi Tae, its so amazing to see y-"

"Shh, you wont run away this time Y/N, here!" she hands you a little package "Its for you, happy birthday!"

You smiled and hugged her. She could even read your mind at this point. "Thank you, Tae, im really grateful, but you know i have to go home."

"Yes and i know someone you could spend some time whit, here at school"

"What..? What are you talking about?"

Tae smiled softly, and her eyes look behind you: "Oh here she is! Hey Rei!" she says waving at this person.

You quickly turn around to see a tall girl that looked like she was kinda caught off guard, but she almost immediately get back to normal. She looked so... mature? She looked kinda like a teacher... and you wont be surprised by Tae for be friends whit a teacher. The girl started walking towards you, then she said:

"Hello, my name is Wakana Rei, and you must be Y/N Y/LN... its nice to meet you :)"

" Yes, i- im indeed me!"

before you could say anything else she handed you a package, wrapped in the same gift-wrap as Tae's one.

"You..got me a gift! Thank you so much" You made a small bow and then looked back at her smiling. She smiled back. No one said anything else.

"Er, I really have to go now!" You grabbed your school bag you layed down earlier " Hey what grade are you on?" You decided to ask, HOPING Tae wasnt actual friend whit a teacher.

"Second grade"

"SECONDD GRADE??"

"Yes.."

You then remembered what Tae said earlier. A new friend. In school. That would be cool.

"Ok I'm gonna talk first" you thought.

You tried to say something, but words sudde ntly couldn't come out of your mouth. You thought you looked kinda like a blob fish right now, trying to speak.

Before you could even give up Tae hit the other girls whit a soft elbow.

"Uhm, You know, i go to the musical session of the school, and Tae told me that you still havent decided what instrument to play or..sing.. so if you want, tomorrow I could give you a tour of the classes".

Tae smiled at her.

You screamed internally.

A NEW FRIEND IN SCHOOL!!!! A ACTUAL FRIEND IN SCHOOL!!!

"Yea! I'm in! Wait... CLASSES? I HAVE TO STUDY FOR TOMORROW AAAA I SHOULD ALREADY BE HOME RIGHT NOW"

You quickly got your bag AGAIN and started running away, waving and yelling at the two girls: "THANK YOU FOR THE GIFTS AND IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU BYE"

Later that day, after you studied a lot, you finally threw yourself in your bed. It's been a long day and you just want to relax. But You then remember the gifts. And that is your birthday. You stand up and look at your desk full of books, but in the corner of it there are the two gifts, wrapped in a rabbit-pattern gift-wrap. You open the biggest one first. It contained some beatiful rings, and a sun-shaped jewel case made out of clay. It came whit a note: Happy Birthday <3. You think it was so fucking adorable, and obviously from Tae. You took your phone to took a photo and send her:

"THIS IS SO CUTE TAE ILY "

You know damn well she obviously is not gonna answer now thought, since it's 8 pm and she is surely taking a long bath,knowing her.

You put the sun in your shelf, whit the rings.You then take the other gift. You wondered what could it be. You sit in your bed and starts opening it. It was soft at touch... A PLUSHIE? Surprised, you see it was really a plushie of Favourite/Animal. It had a note too:

Happy Birthday. I hope we will be friends.

The day after you two hanged out at school.

The day after you two talked at lunch.

The day after you two had lunch together.

Day after day, your relationship started to improve. You two became friends. You started to understand hera little: her shyness, the pressure she have to handle. You started to understand that she hide herself from others. But you wanted to know her. You two often met at a local Cafe, where Rei would always take a latte, and you found that adorable. She would often make you a bento, she loved cooking. And how that musical thing ended? Well you started to take singing lessons, and your new friend helped you sometimes. But as the time passes she would stops by to help you sing more and more often.

--- TIME SKIP ----

13 February. This date has been floating in your mind all day. You and Rei have been hanging out for months now. And you were starting to understand that you had developed feeling for her. But you was very in denial. "Wait Wait!" you shook your head. You were sitting at your desk, whit a pen in hand. You suddently let it down. "I don't have THESE type of feelings..." you continued to thought, while playing whit your hair "Its obvius i like her! She's like one of my most important friends... and I see her everyday.. and I rant about her whit Tae, and she let me see her childhood photos even if she let almost no one.. and I think about her smile before going to sleep... aw, and when she grabs my sides when we are training vocals... and she..." your face turned red: "She is even more than this. She is more than what anyone see is her. She is caring and loveable and gentle and kind. She have a lovely personality. And I love how... she lets me see it. I love to see her.".

You turned around. Your room was full of pics of you and Rei, in the shelf there was a folding fan that she gifted you at new year. You turned back and took your phone, then flip it around. In your cover there was a photo of you and Tae and a photo of you and Rei. "Well thats totally platonic, I have a Tae one's too-" you said touching your chest. You froze. Your heart was racing. No ways to deny it anymore... "Sigh. I think... I really do like her... more than I thought.".

You grabbed your pen again. And started writing a letter. You had a plan. Since tomorrow will be Valentine's day you will give her the letter in the box of love letters in her class. They usually make it. BUT WHAT IF THEY DONT IN HER CLASS. That would mean that you would had to give her it in person. Face to face. And there was no chance you could do that. The letter was finished:

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʀᴇɪ. ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ɴᴏ... ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ! ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴡʜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ʜᴜɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴅᴏ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ʏ/ɴ

"Ok now what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I DO?!?" you thought. Well there was one answer. You called Tae.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Moshi moshi!"

" TAE"

" Hi Y/N, what's happening? Freaking out?"

"TAE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO"

"Listen, it's gonna be alright, you need confidence!"

" what..?Ho-how do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Well.. tomorrow is Valentine's day and you surely want to confess Rei your love!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW I, WELL, YES , LIKE HER?"

"Hahaha, nice joke Y/N!"

"Oh."

".."

"Well so. I have a note for her, but I don't want to give it in person and I don't know if her class will have a love letter's box. What do I do?"

" Just call her and ask her to meet you and tell her. That would be more cute in my opinion. I can ask my bandmates advices.."

"NO NO WAIT WHAT"

"Listen Y/N you asked me and advice. You can give the note to her but I think speaking would be great. You know she is shy but she won't say no to you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SAY NO TO WHAT?"

"To meet eachother, or what do you want to think.. life is full of choices dear!"

"Ok Tae. Thank you. You are a genius like always bye."

"Byee!!"

ring...ring...

"Oh hi Y/N-"

"Rei will you meet me tomorrow?"

"..Eh? I- Yes."

" Good."

".."

" Wait i didn't tell you the time"

"We will meet at school no?"

"Oh yes right sorry I'm sorry"

".."

"Dang did I sound bad?"

"N-No. You absolutely didn't. COME HERE LAYER WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY! "

"You have to go?"

"I think so but it doesn't matter. Can I come over?"

"R-right now?"

" REI COME HERE IM YOUR MANAGER YOU LITTL- Oh- I was rude?"

"DUDE NO COME HERE"

"Ok"

".."

"B-BYE"

"AAAAAA" you yelled and the started jumping around your room. You jumped whit joy,anxiety and a lot of love. You jumped right in front of the mirror and you realised you were wearing your Minnie pajamas. YOU JUMPED AWAY and tried to find something to wear but suddently you wouldnt find anything cute.

"MOM WHERE ARE MY JEANS?"

"MOM MY SKIRT WAS RIGHT THERE!!"

"WHAT ABOUT THE TOP?"

"Y/N what are you even dressing up for?"

"Oh- um nothing."

You ended up wearing some flared black jeans and a oversize sweater. It ended up tooking way to long to decide so suddently the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door to see Rei in a casual outfit in front of your door.

"Rei!" You hugged her.

"Who is this girl Y/N?"

"Im her schoolmate. I gotta help her whit homework."

"Oh! Ok! Y/N good work! You needed this!"

"Yea yea lets go."

You took Rei at your room and realized you two have been holding hands. You quickly separated from her and closed the door (It was an excuse to not let her see that you were burning red).

Then you turned around and looked at her in the eyes. She was just beautiful. Her eyes telled a whole story. And you loved that. "REI I LOVE YOU! I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!" you kinda yelled whit a bow. You watched her becoming more and more red. You walked towards her and stopped at a few centimetres of distance. Looking down you said:

"You are the best person ive ever met. You, every part of you, the one that you keep hide from people... I love them. I love you Rei."

You felt a touch in your hands and you realized she started to hold them and gently caress them whit her thumb. Her breath was loud:

" I- Why do yo-... I love you Y/N" she took the hand in between you two, making y'all look at eachother in the eyes.

"I don't understand how you love me too.."

" Rei" you said admiring her eyes as they lightened up

" Isn't it obvious?" and you kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, a true one. When you two separated, Rei hugged you tightly.

You two remained like that for at least half a minute. And it felt amazing to feel her. You couldn't realize what just happened.

"Rei i love you because.. i-.." you hugged her even more tightly "You are like your eyes...they are a universe of beautiful things... I don't see a flaw in you.. and if you have one, that means I love it too!!"

"Y/N.."

she kissed you once more.

° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

Now one year as passed and your love hasn't faded, not a bit. You entered the backstage. You see a lot of bodyguards and you go trought them all, and finally see RAS door. Rei was drinking water , watching the door, and as you entered she stopped and said: "Y/N!"

She quickly stand up and runned toward you and hugged you, for then to kiss you.

"You were amazing Rei! I'm so proud of you"

"Thank you Y/N ♡"

You two then sat down.Rei had her head thrown back and her elbows on the chair, but whit a hand upon yours.

"Rei, you must be really tired, why dont you go have a shower like the others?"

"I wont go now Y/N" she suddently smiled at you and looked at you in the eyes

" Heh, what do you mean?" you said smiling back

she hugged you once more: "the show isnt over sweetheart!"

"Heh-?!??!" she suddently started taking you outside of the room, walking towards the stage". You were laughing the whole time: "Rei Rei what are you doing?". When you two were right beside the entrance you realized the show wasnt actually over. You turned at your girlfriend and you found her staring at you.

"Wanna come in the stage whit me?" she said smiling. It was a beautiful smile. A true one, the one you feel in love whit. You couldn't and not wanted to say no. As you two walked in the stage holding hands the crowd started screaming like in a horror movie. The lighting was all towards you and Re-..LAYER. But this time... it was Rei speaking. In the middle of the stage there was two chairs and one microphone. Rei looked at you and spelled a "I LOVE YOU". As you two sat down, and a assistant handed her bass to her. She took it and the grabbed the microphone.

" Thanks everyone for being here. You know... fame is difficult to handle, and we got into a lot of fame in the past months. But.." she took your hand more tightly:

"But i always had someone next to me. And I want to dedicate a song to the most special one." She looked at you, and saw tears in your eyes. She wiped them and kissed your forehead: "THIS IS FOR MY ONLY ONE!!"

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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could you do some angsty smut please??

oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;

Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.

For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.

It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.

Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.

Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.

Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.

Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.

Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.

Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?

Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!

Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?

Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.

Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!

Harry: Will do man!

It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.

That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.

Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.

“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.

“Can we… I’m.. If you…”

“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”

“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.

“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”

“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.

“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.

“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.

“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.

Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.

Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.

He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.

“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t do this.

“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.

“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”

“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.

You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.

Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.

There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”

“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.

You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.

“Sweets—”

“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”

“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.

“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.

“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.

“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.

“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”

“B-but the album?” You asked.

“What about the album?”

“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”

“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”

“No.”

“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”

“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”

“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”

“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”

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You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 1

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren't a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner's 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

A/N: if you couldn’t already tell, I have planned this as a series/full story. I was torn between writing it on here or on Wattpad or something, but ultimately decided on Tumblr . . . but let me know if you would prefer it on another platform as well! Also, this series will eventually include smut/NSFW content but that will be tagged appropriately when the time comes. As always, I hope you enjoy.

Next →Part 2

Slamming the front door behind yourself on your way out that morning, you quickly stuffed your earbuds into your ears and cranked your music as loud as you could to drown out the sounds of your parents yelling after you and, consequently, at one another after you had dropped the bomb about your new job on them seconds before you had left, giving them as little time as possible to shame you for it.

After graduating high school and turning 18, you had decided it was time to take your life into your hands, which wasn’t too easy while you were still living under your parents’ roof, but you had to start somewhere and that somewhere was getting a job at the local corner store, Sakanoshita Market.

You knew that your parents wanted you to go to university and ‘make something of yourself’, but you also knew that you could never truly be happy under their dictatorship-like ruling, so you decided to get a job, no matter how shitty, save your money, move out as soon as possible, and go from there.

It was definitely going to be a process, and not an easy one, but all you had to do was take it one step at a time.

Rounding the corner and seeing the market in the distance, you felt your nerves begin to bubble inside of you a little. Sure, you had gotten some part-time jobs here and there during summer vacation before, but you had never gotten a full-time job before and had never needed the money from a job like you did now. Before, the cash you made was for extra spending money during the summer and school year, but now the money you would be making would be funding your future. It seemed like a lot of pressure to put on a job that entailed stocking shelves, checking out customers, and cleaning.

The lady who had hired you had basically explained that since she was getting older and her son, who had been maintaining the place previously, had gotten a new job, the store needed someone to learn the ropes and take care of the place on a daily basis; and since you were young, a fast learner, and didn’t have anything else in your life besides work, you were a perfect fit.

As the shop doors slid open smoothly to welcome you into the store you had been inside countless times in the past, you suddenly felt completely out of place in the familiar market. Now that you were an employee instead of a customer, the atmosphere had completely shifted. Instead of heading right for the fridges to grab a drink like you usually did, your eyes shifted immediately to the front counter where a figure with its feet up hid behind an open newspaper.

Just like every other time you had visited while the store owner’s son was working, he did everything humanly possible to avoid interaction. Usually, you would have appreciated not being bothered while trying to scan the shelves, but since this time was different, the lack of acknowledgement was slightly unnerving.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, hoping it was enough to catch his attention. It was not. Instead, he flipped the page of the newspaper and you watched as a hand emerged from behind the paper barrier to flick the ashes from his cigarette into an ashtray sitting beside the register.

Eyebrows furrowed, you really wished that the shop owner herself had been there to greet you for your first day instead of her seemingly useless son. “Hello.” You stepped up to the counter, the feeling of not belonging sinking deeper into your bones.

Slowly, the newspaper separating you from the man behind the counter lowered and the shop owner’s son glared back at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were seconds away from falling asleep and the cigarette from before hanging from his bottom lip. This was far from the first time you had interacted with him, but you would be surprised if he remembered you as a customer even a little. Whenever he checked customers out, you could tell he was running on autopilot.

The man’s eyes drifted down to your hands, which were resting on top of the counter now. Noticing you didn’t have anything to purchase, he cocked a brow. “Need help finding somethin’?”

“Ugh, no,” you answered. “I’m the new employee. I’m supposed to start today.”

His eyes scanned you once more, this time more thoroughly, and you swallowed hard. Feeling as if you were being observed under a microscope, you slid your hands off of the counter and stuffed them into your pockets self-consciously.

As he inspected you inch by inch, you took the time to take a closer look at him as well. With dyed blonde hair, two earrings in his left ear, an apparent nicotine addiction, and a noticeably flippant attitude toward his job, he was the definition of the type of man your parents would kill you for bringing home. Somehow, this only made him more intriguing. You wondered if he really was as disinterested in everything as he seemed or if it was just this job he thoroughly hated and became someone a lot more interesting when he wasn’t behind a counter.

“How old are you?” he asked out of the blue, catching you off guard a little. While he waited for you to answer, he set the newspaper to the side, dragged his feet from the counter top, and patted out some of the wrinkles from the white apron he had tied around his bright orange sweatshirt.

“I’m 18,” you responded, not sure why it mattered but also not seeing any harm in answering honestly.

Seconds later, the door to the back of the shop and storage room opened and the familiar face of the woman who had hired you stepped into view. “Oh, Y/N!” she greeted happily; much more enthusiastically and welcoming than her son. “Sorry about that, I was just getting some last minute things together.” She eyed her son out of the corner of her eye and noted the fresh embers in the ashtray. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“No, I just got here,” you told her.

“Good.” She smiled sweetly before turning to her son. “Well, you can head out now, Keishin. Thank you for watching the counter.”

“Yeah,” the man, Keishin, grunted as he untied the apron from around his waist, slipped it over his head, and hung it up on a hook behind the counter. “See ya.”

With that, Keishin left, leaving you and his mother alone. Wasting no time, Mrs. Sakanoshita, whom the store was named after, got right to work on teaching you the basics and gifting you with a white apron of your own to wear while on the job. Since it was the middle of the day and the customer flow was relatively slow, she introduced you to how the register and scanner at the counter worked before moving on to unpacking boxes.

Just like you had promised on your resume and during the interview, you were a quick learner and Mrs. Sakanoshita was more than pleased to see you picking up the job quickly and efficiently.

By the time the after work/school rush of patrons picking up items on their way home had begun, you were feeling confident in your abilities and, with your boss by your side to answer any questions you may have, you checked out customer after customer, building up muscle memory for scanning items, collecting cash, opening the register, handing out receipts, and sending customers on their merry way.

All in all, the job was quickly growing on you. You liked the fact that, for the most part, you were the only employee on duty, so when there weren’t any customers in the store, you could work silently on unpacking boxes without having to worry about making small talk or being friendly with any coworkers. In fact, as far as you knew, the only people who worked at the store at all were you, Mrs. Sakanoshita, and her son, Keishin.

It seemed as though you had really landed a sweet gig.

After showing you how to lock up, Mrs. Sakanoshita headed home for the night, leaving you to finish stocking the shelves and cleaning the shop before you would head home as well.

Now that you were truly the only person left, you walked over to the old radio you had spotted on the counter during training that day and fiddled with the dials, trying to get some music playing to accompany you during your evening chores. After some careful handiwork and enduring some horrendous static and high-pitched screeching while searching for a station, you settled on what sounded like some old instrumental music and got to work on stocking the remaining shelves.

Throughout your shift, you quickly learned that the store got quite warm during the day and you had needed to tie your hair up to keep the back of your neck from dripping with sweat. The night wasn’t much better either, especially since the lack of customers so late meant that the doors rarely opened, keeping the cold night air outside and the warm store air inside.

After finishing the last box of supplies, you exhaled and wiped your brow. You were exhausted, that was for sure, but you still had to sweep.

Deciding to take a quick break, you turned toward the floor-to-ceiling fridges at the back of the shop and pulled open the door, sighing happily when the cool air hit your skin. Exhaling slowly, you snickered when you saw your breath fog up in front of you face.

“You’re letting all the cold air out.”

You shrieked when you heard a voice in your right ear and slammed the fridge door shut, jumping back in the process. Thanks to the music from the radio and the loud hum of the generator that kept the fridges cold, you hadn’t heard the front doors slide open or the footsteps of Keishin approaching you.

“Jesus!” You clamped your hand over your chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Sorry?”

“What are you doing here?”

Keishin glared at you. “You work here one day and suddenly act like you own the place?”

Realizing how rude your question had come across, you composed yourself and rephrased. “What I meant was, your mom didn’t say you were coming back.”

Pointing upward, Keishin sighed, disinterested. “I live in the apartment above the shop.”

“Oh.” Things started making much more sense and you suddenly felt pretty embarrassed for how you had reacted.

“Yeah . . . oh.” He rolled his eyes, but it didn’t come across necessarily rude but more like he was exhausted and you were adding to said exhaustion. “Why were you standing with the door open anyway?”

As he spoke, he stepped toward you. At first, your feet felt cemented to the floor and you didn’t move. But when he persisted closer, you eventually stumbled back and Keishin opened the fridge door you had been standing in front of to grab a beer from inside. With drink in hand, he eyed you once again, waiting for an answer.

“It’s really hot,” you said, gesturing to his orange sweater. “I don’t know how you wear that thing in here.”

Looking down at his apparel, he just shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He turned and started for the counter, presumably to pay for the drink he had just taken. “In the future, stand outside if you’re warm.”

“Okay.” You nodded, mindlessly tailing him. You had to grab the broom from behind the counter anyway, but that was the furthest thing from the front of your mind at that moment. If anything, you were still trying to calm down a little from being startled and now being alone with your boss’s son. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He popped the tab on the beer, settled into the stool behind the counter, and downed at least half of the drink in a few large gulps.

You watched him, probably a little too closely, and as you did you found yourself reexamining the features you had taken note of earlier that day: the dyed blonde hair held out of his face with a thin black headband, the natural brown hair that peeked out from the roots, the two small silver hoop earrings in his left ear, the scent of cigarette smoke that clung to him like how the smell of rain clung to the air after a heavy storm.

Noticing your gaze, which would have been nearly impossible to miss, Keishin quirked a brow at you and held out the can of beer toward you. “You want a sip?”

Startled from your thoughts, you shook your head. “I’m only 18.” You reminded him.

“Oh, right.” He withdrew the can and took another sip, this one much smaller than the first few. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Eyes wide, you thought quick to come up with an excuse. “The broom.” You pointed to the item behind him. “Can you pass me the broom?”

After handing you the broom, Keishin pulled a slip of paper and a pen out from his pocket and started writing and scribbling things down, sipping the remainder of his beer occasionally and ignoring you completely.

Trying to avoid staring at Keishin anymore than you already had, you started sweeping at the far end of the store and left the area around and behind the counter for last. Eventually, though, you had worked your way back over to the the silent man and was forced to clean the floor behind where he was sitting, trying hard not to disturb him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of what he was so focused on; it looked like a crude drawing of a volleyball court. “What’s that?” you asked, the words leaving your mouth before you realized you were being rude again and snooping.

Keishin, however, didn’t seem angry or annoyed in the slightest. “Volleyball positions,” he huffed. It was clear he was growing frustrated.

“You play volleyball?”

He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “I used to. Now I coach the boy’s team at Karasuno.”

“I went to Karasuno,” you said mindlessly, just trying to make conversation at that point.

He hummed in response and turned his attention back to the sheet before him. “Did you play volleyball?”

“No. Soccer.”

“Do you still play?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Do you still play volleyball?”

“With a neighbourhood association sometimes . . . but not really.”

“Why?”

The corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk, Keishin looked back to you once more. “I asked you first.”

“It’s not a good answer.” You leaned against the broom handle and sighed. “Don’t have the time.”

“You’re young and just graduated high school. You’ve got nothing but time.”

“Not with this job.”

Keishin scoffed, folded the paper, and shoved it back into his pocket with the pen. “Speaking of which, why would you take such a boring job at a store like this?”

You just shrugged. “I need the money.”

“Don’t you live with your parents?”

“That’s the problem,” you said, noticing the confusion on his face. “I told you it wasn’t a good answer.”

“Do they know you work here?”

“Do they know? Yes,” you answered truthfully. “Do they like it? Absolutely not.”

Keishin grinned at that before finishing his beer and tossing the empty can into the recycling bin beside the front door. “So you’re one of those teens, huh?”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Trust me, kid, pissing off your parents just for the sake of it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“You think I’m doing all this just because I can?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

“Why then?”

“That story’s too long and convoluted for me to recite right now . . . especially to some old dude I just met today.”

Keishin chuckled under his breath, hands stuffed into his pockets as he headed for the door at the back of the shop so he could head upstairs to his apartment. “’Old dude’,” he repeated, clearly amused. “Don’t forget to lock up before you go home.”

As he turned his back to you, your curiosity got the better of you. “How old are you?”

Stopping in his tracks, Keishin pulled out a carton of cigarettes from his pants’ pocket along with a lighter. After placing the smoke between his lips, he lit it and inhaled deeply. “Too old for you, sweetheart,” he spoke while exhaling, smoke spilling from his lips as he smirked at you.

With that, he disappeared into the back. You wanted to shout after him that you had told him how old you were without hesitation when he had asked, but you stayed silent instead.

As much as his presence unnerved you and his superiority complex aggravated you, you still found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. Maybe it was because he seemed completely disinterested in you, or maybe it was because he was everything you were always told to stay away from.

The one thing you did know, however, was that if everyone around you was going to keep trying to convince you they knew how you should live your life better than you did, you were going to prove to them just how they wrong they were one way or another.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #lostinthewiind #fanfiction #fluff #eventual smut #ukai keishin #reader insert #x reader #reader imagine #song fic #ukai keishin x reader #ukai #keishin #smut #haikyuu smut

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slytherwrites · 3 years

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Part Two: Girl’s Night

Momo never minded sharing you. You were an intellectual masterpiece, something to be shared and gifted to the world. And so, she would quickly talk about what you do and who you are (once her full-fledged background check came in, of course).

The next two you meet are Kyoka Jirou and Tooru Hagakure—two of the other Class 1A girls. Momo grabs your wrist harshly, yanking you towards them when she spots you in the lunchroom.

“Oh hey, Yaoyorozu!” You press a hand to your chest, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “You scared me. Anyways… is there anything you need? I don’t have your costume done, but I’m working on it during my free time!”

“Don’t worry about that right now. And call me Yaomomo, we’re friends, remember?”

“Al-alright Yaomomo.” You reply, “If this isn’t about your costume, what do you need?”

“To have lunch together!” Momo sets down two bento boxes, “Here, I had my staff send it over last block. It should still be heated up!”

“Thanks…” You take the lunch. It saves you the trouble of going through Lunch Rush’s line.

With food already with them, Momo’s other two friends don’t get up either. They have you trapped with them the entire lunch. You eat what Momo’s given you. It’s your favorite.

You don’t bother asking how she knows your favorite food. It’s just a coincidence… right?

“So…?” Momo asks, eyes wide and hopeful for your approval, “What do you think?”

“It’s good!” You reply, “my favorite, actually.”

“What a coincidence…” This is the first thing the purple haired girl says to you, “Anyways, the name’s Jirou. Kyoka Jirou.”

“And I’m Tooru!” The invisible girl exclaims, “Momo’s said a lot about you!”

“All good things, Y/N.” Momo chuckles.

“You’re the girl who was singing during the School Festival.” You place where you’ve seen her face before, “Your voice is really good, by the way!”

“Th-thanks…” Jirou’s face starts to flush.

Tooru adds, “You can hear it again if you join us for girl’s night!”

“Girls night?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.” Momo explains, “the 2A girls get together every Friday night and work through whatever we need to do, since heroics can get pretty stressful. And we also have our fair share of fun!”

“Wouldn’t I be intruding?” You ask, “I don’t exactly fit the requirements…”

“Nonsense, Y/N!” Tooru replies, “We’d love to have you.”

“Yeah…” Jirou comments, “I can show you some of my other instruments and some other things I wrote, besides the song for the festival—”

“You wrote that?!”

“She totally did.” Momo replies, “and she has a ton of music and whatnot. The others wouldn’t mind either.”

“If I’m not swamped with other work then yeah, I’ll come.” You decide.

Tooru squeals, “We’re going to have so much fun Y/N! Just you wait!”

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Come Friday, your teachers hadn’t given you any more big assignments. Chapters to read and worksheets to fill out were expected, but nothing would be too time-consuming. In other words, you were free to attend the Class 2-A Girl’s Night.

All of the dorms are in the same corner of campus. Though, because the 2-A dorm was for Heroics and not Support, your dorm is still a ways away from theirs. And since you don’t want to be late, you head early.

The sun’s starting to set. But unlike your hometown, you aren’t overly cautious about walking around during this time. U.A. itself is surrounded by a massive gate and the sidewalks are well-lit. Plus, Pro Heroes are on campus 24/7.

It doesn’t matter that you’re quirkless. You’re safe here.

The sunset never lasts long. So as it's in its final moments, you knock on the door to 2-A’s dorm. It’s identical to the support class dorms. Some support class students tried to say that future heroes would get better dorms. The evidence against it is right in front of you, right down to the loud, chaotic sound emanating from the inside.

You knock at the door, even though you don’t think it would be heard. After another knock, you go for the doorknob. The dorms aren’t allowed to be locked unless there is a villain attack. So you aren’t surprised when you’re able to open the door for yourself.

The future heroes you’ve watched train and design costumes for are sitting there, in various groups. Names don’t really come to mind—except for Tooru, who is sitting on one of the green couches.

“Y/N!” She jumps up and grabs your arm, dragging you towards the elevator before anyone else can see you “C’mon!”

Your bag is secured on your shoulder though you still put your other hand upon it, in order to not lose it. The speed and strength of Tooru is unexpected, but she is a hero student after all.

The elevator ride up to Kyoka’s floor and the couple of steps to her room is over before you notice. Inside are instruments lining most of the wall—more instruments than you could ever learn in a lifetime. The red is an unexpected color, considering that her hero suit is black and pink, but you think this suits her better.

“You must be Y/N!” The pink girl with horns bolts up. Ashido? You think. The names of everyone don’t stick immediately. “I’m Alien Queen! But you can call me Mina! You’re so much prettier than they say!”

“Who says—” You get interrupted by one of the other girls sharing an (out of place) bean bag chair, “Hi! I’m Ochako and this is Tsu. Pizza?”

The other girl—Tsu—passes a pizza box towards you, “Kero.”

“Oh no thanks. I ate back with my class.” You reply, reaching into your bag, “Oh and Yaomomo, I have your completed costume.”

“Really?” Her eyes light up at the completed costume. “I’m gonna be right back, let's see how it fits!”

Momo’s in and out of Jirou’s bathroom quickly. When she returns, every piece of the costume is on and she’s modelling it for the other girls.

“I love it, Y/N!”

Ochako asks, “You designed that?”

“And built it.” You add.

Mina exclaims, “Girl, me next! I’ve been dying for a new suit. They didn’t let us change much for our winter costumes and I’m already sick of mine! Camo? What was I even thinking!”

“I’ll make note of that…”

The conversation shifts and soon you’re asked more and more questions. Favorite color? Why did you join the support department? Crushes? Your past? Your future? Sure, the other girls answer, but you wouldn’t be able to remember their answers if you tried. But they will remember yours.

A knock comes from the door and Yaoyorozu—still in her new hero costume—jumps up to get it.

“Hey, Tenya just wanted to remind you all that the kitchen’s about to close if you all need anything.” The green-haired boy comments, “Thought you all would like to know.”

You look around the spread. A bag of chips is in your lap at the moment, but food and drinks litter the floor.

“Not really, but thanks though.” Momo replies.

Midoriya says something else, but you aren’t really paying attention. In all honesty, you don’t know what you're doing here. A quirkless support student shouldn’t be hanging around with the next hero generation.

“But like, Ectoplasm giving us an essay is like, so dumb.” Tooru complains, “I mean, who even gives essays in math!”

“Honestly, it’s better than actual math work.” Ochako counters.

You stare up at the ceiling. If they’re calling for you, you don’t hear it. Eventually, your eyes get heavy and you start to tire out. The bag of chips are still in your lap and your head’s in Mina’s lap, but it doesn’t matter. Besides, the fastest way to get through girl’s night is sleeping through it.

#mha yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere class 1a #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere hagakure

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dirt-cup-draco · 3 years

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In His Touch- Fili x Reader

Prompt: Casually reaching out to play with someone’s hair

The sting in your eyes from the abrasive smoke was nearly as permanent as the ache in your bones but you couldn’t find yourself bothered with either as you sat on the dewy grass, a bowl of Bombur’s stew in hand. The fire before you was raging, casting violent shadows against everyone’s otherwise gentle features. Thorin’s hard expression was made further sinister by the flickering of the light and your heart panged in sympathy for the leader you had come to respect so fiercely.

The dwarves and hobbit around you laughed, hollered, and hooted. Each of them speaking over each other and sending their voices bouncing off of the tall trees above you. Tonight the weather was mild and there was no danger present or near, so much so that Fili and Kili were not stopped even as they shouted and fought playfully. You sighed happily as you leaned against the felled tree stump at your back. It was nearly as wide around as the horizontal span of your arms and made for as good of a backrest as anything.

Your contentment could not only be attributed to your, nearly, carefree friends and the fine weather. Nor could it only be Bombur’s stew which was often enough to lift your spirits on even the worst of days, especially when the company’s resources became low and rations had to be cut short. Tonight, your joy was brought upon by the beacon of light who was not quite two yards from you, sweat glistening on his brow as he grappled with his brother.

Fili’s smirk was sharp at the corner but his eyes were bright with mirth and you longed to see that joy directed at you, because of you. It was no secret to many in the company where your heart was being kept. Thankfully, the dwarf himself wasn’t aware of how twisted around his finger you were. You’d spent many of your nights on this perilous journey frightened that you wouldn’t see the next morning and that Fili would never know of your dedication to him, yet when you found yourself with the words on the tip of your tongue the fear of losing him to rejection became more terrifying.

You could survive anything so long as you could keep Fili in your life, no matter in what capacity it would be.

Unaware that you had drifted off into a dreamy state, eyes glued to your loved one, you startled easily when Bombur sat beside you, bumping your shoulder with his.

“If ye stare much longer, I fear your eyes won’t be able to see anything but him,” Bombur chuckled lowly, keeping his voice subdued so the others around you would not hear. You were grateful for it, even on the off chance any of them tuned into your now private conversation.

A warmth crept into your cheeks and it had nothing to do with the fire that was now quite a bit shorter than the last time you’d taken notice, the crackling of the wood now a pleasant instrument in the night’s symphony.

“I hadn’t even realized I’d been looking,” You admitted truthfully. You were certainly the dedicated moth, but Fili could never be the flame. There was not a single bone in his body that could ever cause harm to someone he cared for and you were gratefully someone he called “friend”. To be more accurate, he was the sun and the moon. You were dependent on his warmth and his light and without him you were certain you couldn’t go on.

“I think it’s time to tell him, lass,” Bombur spoke gently but firmly, velvet laid over steel. It was one of your favorite traits of your best friend. He was unmovable in many things but he was also tentative and caring. You were grateful that he hadn’t pushed you more on this subject but you could tell he was growing wary of your pining.

“Now is not the time,” Your voice sounded weak in your ears, the argument flimsy in the face of Death, whom you met with nearly daily.

“Let us hope nothing keeps you from the future you wish for,” Bombur sighed, lips curled up in loving melancholy. You knew he didn’t mean for the words to bite at your skin and pierce your heart but you also knew he was not wrong in voicing it.

You lived an uncertain life and “now” was the only certainty you had.

Fili and Kili had tired themselves out by the light of the moon, their playfighting dying down into insults wrapped in brotherly love and the repetitive bump of a shoulder and now the two had come to sit at the end of the very trunk you found yourself leaning against. Bombur had left you with your thoughts for the better part of an hour and now the very topic of your worries and hopes and feelings was seated a foot away and you were surprised to find his eyes already on you.

“Gehyith, what is it that has you frowning so?” Fili asked, his mustache twitching at the ends as he smiled gleefully, “Could it be Kili’s stench? I told him we’d all die from the severity of it if he does not find a lake soon,”

You couldn’t help the laugh the bubbled up from deep in your stomach, your head thrown back with the force of your amusement- especially once Kili let out a dignified and offended gasp, shoving his brother off of the stump before he took his leave with only an eye roll. Fili couldn’t help his own chuckle, knowing Kili wasn’t bothered by his comment.

Kili’s absence brought you relief and a swirling anxiety all in the same breath. Alone time with Fili seemed a precious gift, yet you feared every second with him would lead you closer to your end. Now, you were certain tonight- this stunning, perfect, night- would be your last. For Fili had taken it upon himself to slide closer to you, even going so far as to slide off the stump and sit beside you, his thigh and shoulder warm against yours. Not sure what to do with your hands, you folded them lamely in your lap.

“How was-”

You were cut short, a pitiful whimper falling from your lips when Fili’s fingertips drifted delicately against your cheekbone, a strand of your hair pushed behind your ear. His skin was well-worn leather and your stomach was in knots.

“Come again?” Fili asked innocently, his brow quirked up towards his hairline. His fingers trailed down your neck, his nails making a shiver break out down your spine despite the balmy air.

“J-just was wondering how you are fairing today,” You mumbled when his path continued to the ends of your hair, his fingers tangling easily there as he played with the loose and wild strands.

Those rosy lips of his were upturned, his eyes molten gold. “I think it has been one of the best days I’ve experienced yet,”

Growing comfortable in his affection, you were able to contain yourself enough to jest. “You are ancient, so that must be quite the feat,”

Your love’s boisterous laugh was your most favorite noise and you felt your smile grow painfully wider. “Y/N, you are so cruel to me,” Fili teased, pulling the ends of your hair and then returning his hand to your scalp to lightly massage your aching head- another permanent sensation you had grown used to on this adventure. His strong and determined hands eased the dull throb for a short while and the relief was so wonderful you let yourself lean against his open hand.

It was not strange for you and Fili to be close, he was a dwarf who cared deeply for his friends and he was not above pulling each and every one of them close to share hugs, shed tears, and celebrate. You felt some pride, however, recognizing that you had never seen him play with anyone’s hair but yours. It was a treat for you alone and even though it nearly rendered you speechless every time, you were glad for his continued practice of turning you to mush.

“You know I love you,” You spoke honestly, but the words themselves were innocent enough to Fili’s ears as you had told him this sentiment time and time again without revealing to which depth you loved him.

“Aye, I know it, gehyith,” He hummed, head leaned back and eyes closed. The low firelight flickered against his throat and you wondered what he would taste like if you placed your lips there.

“One day I will get Bombur to tell me what insult you have chosen as my nickname,” You giggled, giddy off of his presence. It surely was no help to you when he brought his arm around your shoulder, only to keep his fingers twister in your hair- his hand now cradling your head.

“One day I will tell you myself,” Fili said with suddenly certainty, his eyes capturing yours with an intensity that made you feel as if you had missed something.

“One day,” You mimed back, your gaze only parting from his quickly enough to peak at the inviting curve of his mouth.

It was a promise to yourself, and him, that one day in the future you would tell him that your chest had been empty for months now, your heart having stole away to find a home in the palm of his hand.

For now, you could not jeopardize the slice of heaven you found yourself in.

Your future was not promised, yet in his touch, the present seemed to be a gift worth holding onto.

Gehyith = Little Dove My guide to Khuzdul found----> here

#fili x reader #Random Idea Folder #fluff #yes i used a celine dion song for the title #thank you to everyone who voted!#draco and bucky came verrryyyy close but our lovely fili came out on top #;)#she's rusty #but happy #the hobbit #fili durin #fili durin x reader

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douxie-casperan · 3 years

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Rise of the Titans and the assassination Hisirdoux Casperan’s character development

I’ve been ranting so much since Wednesday morning that I finally condensed by thoughts of WHY this one subject keeps setting me off namely the utterly diabolical way they handled Douxie and Archie’s relationship in Rise of the Titans and how it wasn’t just enough to hit him with the nerf bat.

Please note I’m at the point where I literally cannot tell the difference between Aaron headcanons, Teny headcanons and my own they are all mixed together in the blender that does funky things. I also apologise for typo/weird wording it’s half 1 in the morning and I’d rather sleep than edit.

If asked to sum up Hisirdoux Casperan there are certainly several things that come to mind:

Sees the value in people as a whole and will find do anything if there is a chance of help someone out

Prefers tactics that disable/banish rather than kill an enemy yet willing and able to pull the trigger if circumstances become forced

While not academically inclined he is very capable of thinking on his feet and outside the box calling back to his time on the streets where a split-second decision making is the difference between being caught and not

Terrible at planning he’ll be in there figuring it out as he goes along which is what makes the previous point so vital to literally how he goes through life

A natural charmer that would let him talk his way out of trouble 9/10 providing a perfect cover for his distrustful nature and reluctance to be touched by random people

Very down to earth, humble and never one to brag unless outright sassing someone

Will bang out some hot tunes at the drop of a hat, his love of music has never wavered once since he caught the bug despite instrument hopping ironically becoming a jack of all trades much like his magic style

The earliest memories he can recall are him as a young boy lost in the woods where he was for an unknown amount of time before his soon to be familiar finds him amongst the roots covered in dirt and drying tears, there is nothing before that. Unbeknownst to him is the colour of his magic matches the blue of a lost mother’s eyes and the song that haunts his nightmares as much as fire could well be hers though there is no way to be sure. From that moment on Archibald, shortened to Archie, would become his entire world and their friendship only becoming closer during the years they prowled Camelot together trying to keep themselves in one piece until the fateful day Douxie tricks the wrong person leading him straight into the path of the famous wizard Merlin Ambrosius.

It's no real secret that Merlin is a very closed off person who keeps his emotions as well guarded as his secrets, prefers the style of negative reinforcement over positive encouragement and is a very strict perfectionist in his. At this point in his life he can be very easily described as a disaster that is genuinely doing his best with every little mistake held of his head and his future self when brought back to that time period is belittled by Lancelot (Errand boy) and Arthur (Boy) too meaning it’s hardly a wonder his confidence was very fragile revelling in the times where he could do things without being told off for it. With Morgana largely ignoring him too (Though personally I like to think as he got older she’d occasionally take an interest until the blistering arguments with their master started to talk over daily life) a certain disguised dragon would have remained a lifeline and give that physical affection he craved much like being told he’d done well never seemed able to earn.

With Killahead he’d lose that home and family he made leaving just the two of them behind struggling to figure out their place in the world that had abandoned them.

There wouldn’t have been the words for it back then but the way he had been treated prior was outright abusive instilling very bad habits into Douxie yet by irony he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and help those in trouble without thinking earning a reputation as the Shepard of Fire. He refused to become like him seeking to be better, perhaps not as a wizard (Even though he was learning new charms and spells along the way) but certainly as a person. Despite everything he suffers through or witnesses in the intervening years, the loss of friends and kindling of far newer ones he never loses his good heart

That said is it any wonder that after rightfully sassing Merlin for resurfacing, ignoring his existence despite being in the same town and only visiting him to run a finding errand that all the confidence he’d managed to build completely from scratch after Camelot wavered causing him to fall back solely into trying impressing his old Master who was acting like his humble apprentice must have coasted the past few centuries who himself fell back into old habits of belittling? It’s only when Merlin started to truly listen and acknowledge that this was not the same Moppet he once knew after Excalibur was fixed that their relationship finally started to become more like equals. After the defeat of Janus the changeling that broke into the castle he touched Douxie’s shoulder with a genuine smile and for a second he simply didn’t know what to do because the old man never did this before his brain kicked into gear and realised he’d finally earned that one thing he’d been so desperate for his entire life: That in Merlin’s eyes he could be more than a failure who only caused problems for the closest thing to a father figure he’d ever had, never solved them.

A staff will be earned, history would be set back on trap by banishing Morgana tag teaming with Archie because they know one another inside and out, as promised he’d get the kids back to the present but soon after things would go badly wrong. They’d lose Jim and because of his very nature he’d make a gamble to try and get him back because that life is worth trying for just for in a moment of surprising selflessness Merlin would be sacrificed to save him. The only constant in his life apart from Archie would apologise, openly express pride and how the greatest thing he’d ever done was saving this orphan, call him son for the first and final time before turning into ash in his arms. There would be no time to grieve for things will barrel into the crescendo of Douxie sacrificing his own life to buy everyone time to escape because if they did that everything he’d ever done would be worth it with one last whispered goodbye.

(Zoe sees him fall, so does Archie – His heart would break if he was conscious just like theirs does when his body crumples into the ground)

On the very fringes of the Light Realm he is gifted one more conversation with Merlin in a truly heart-breaking sequence (THANKS TENY) where they can just talk without any fear of consequence or politics and just be completely honest. Douxie is allowed to stand equal to Merlin, to have the hug he’d needed since he was a child and be allowed to simply let go of every pretense and cry his heart out because this can never happen again. He’s allowed to say goodbye to both his master and Morgana who had both shaped so very much of his life but like the painting he’d always remained firmly in the long shadows of until that moment.

When Hisirdoux Casperan finally leaves Wizards if we just accidently deliberately put the shawarma back in along with checking in with Zoe before departure, it is with having learned to live during his wandering years but this is the point of true freedom because he can finally escape into his own light with Archie by his side to keep Nari out of the hands of those that would see the world harmed. It won’t be easy but it feels possible somehow even with the knowledge everything is simply running on borrowed time.

Then Rise of the Titans happens.

At first everything is genuinely fine! No more running, they engineer a solution shut the Order’s magic down to make them a lot less dangerous and potentially at least incapacitate them until they can come up with a longer-term solution but all the best laid plans and all that. Douxie’s quick thinking stops the train from crushing any of the people below and it’s a very him style move to switch places with Nari to stall for time because for some reason the plot disabled Claire from portaling her or any of the threatened people/heroes to safety. He openly sasses the Order despite knowing the consequences will be bad for him because once again he’s managed to trick them, buy time that at the other end isn’t even slightly utilised until he’s forced back into his own body in excruciating pain. Archie immediately mobs him with comfort just as he has done every single time the wizard is distressed or collapsed with exhaustion without thinking because that is what their bond is like, incredibly close and far more than the Soul Bond mark that connects them together. They’re very alike in that regard, you have to earn the right to touch while equally knowing exactly what form the other needs the most in that precise moment in a way very few others could.

Bar the moment of figuring out that an illusion is in place to hide where the Order is opening the Genesis Seals and the brief insistence on reconnecting with Nari somehow Douxie manages to forget everything that makes him who he is after this point choosing to stand in the background being very no thoughts head empty or can only use the most basic spells of his youthful days not the seasoned master wizard he should be. Nomura is treated like an innocent slip rather than an outright death he did absolutely nothing to prevent (Not to mention the stupid daytime thing) nor seems to care particularly about afterwards yet with Nari’s he’s allowed to openly grieve in a gorgeously animated visual showing how he’d failed to keep her safe despite everything. He did nothing to help here either mind despite allowing himself to be tortured in the same piece of media to keep her safe, just watched another loss happen right in front of his eyes in his conga long line of them.

Then there’s Archie, oh god then there was Archie.

The dragon who even here he’d been shown to have an incredibly close bond with him decides you know what sod that tell him goodbye I’m going to make a joke about having a kingdom now dad and me are trapped in here forever. Douxie on his part looked sad for all of three seconds saying that he hoped he’s happy like it's a pet that wandered out into the world one day and never came back instead of a lifelong companion that has been there for as long as he can remember. He was now completely alone in the world since Zoe was also written out entirely and because every bit of his background had been forgotten about it somehow meant nothing. This wasn’t “I know you miss him, I know you need to grieve but you are running out of time” moment like things had been with Charlie, this was “cool shapeshifting dragon cat is now stuck in a plot hole that’s a shame” with zero pay off or any of the genuine reaction that should have been there or hell even trying to Ohana him back that very second because it never should have happened in the first place. Then even this wasn’t enough somehow, they managed to de-power Douxie even further into uselessness bar the (Admittedly nifty!) sticky feet stunt, the one who fought Skrael and Bellroc to a stalemate was shunted aside with barely a thought and his head would somehow get even emptier.

The one person who knew the danger of time magic the most stood by and said nothing.

The one person who would suffer the most by a reset because the lynchpin to his issues would be asleep if you got it wrong and should have drilled it into Jim’s head the best time to aim for stood by and said nothing.

The one person who had just suffered the loss of his familiar, best friend and only family along with the almost sister like Nari stood by and said nothing.

Then to add further insult to injury the caption when Douxie and Archie is shown says Some go their entire lives living an existence of quiet desperation because every drop of his character growth, his ability to finally start addressing his trauma instilled back in the 12th century, the staff he longed for was instead openly mocked by going “Aww he got his cat friend back how nice!” Everything he’d rightfully earned and had now would be unable to progress until certain criteria are met because it hinges entirely on the Trollhunter going to Merlin’s tomb and there’s only so much your support network of two (One if she’s written out) can do, the root of the majority of his issues all stem from one man.

And this folks is why I’ve been going on multiple rants about Douxie in particular, everyone was hit with the out of character bat to some degree in this film but when they came for him they didn’t just stop after they took his legs out because they wanted him to suffer from something he’s never had any control over to begin with all over again. Abuse survivors deserve better, these characters deserve better and we as viewers deserve far far better writing than we were forced to endure.

#Ooc - Behind the curtains #Rise of the Titans #Rise of the Titans spoilers #RotT Spoilers #RoT spoilers #Wizards #Tales of Arcadia #ToAWizards #Hisirdoux Casperan #Douxie Casperan

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serenawitchwriter · 3 years

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BNHA Fusion (LOV/Deku)

shigideku

oh boy

both have been deeply wronged by society

unstable but also instantly aware that they’re more compatible than either is comfortable with

insane, muttering, constantly arguing with them-self

black curls that’s longer the deku’s hair normally is. scarred so badly. but decent skin. eye bags, big green eyes. Mikumo vibes

twitchy hands, will scratch anywhere, plays with lip, constantly writing. hands are never still

wears one fingered gloved so he doesn’t decay everything constantly

a genius, master of planning and deconstruction. take the moral limiters of izuku and he could end any hero quirkless

has a level of morality but it’s hard to define. totally down for crime most of the time, loves fighting, but doesn’t target kids or civilians. has a lot clearer motives than shigaraki did alone

they are gonna take down the government probably

daddy issues x2

laughs like a crazy person, wide scary smile

traumatized, ptsd, anxiety, dissociates, ocd. babe has a lot of mental illnesses

plays video games to calm down

loves homemade food

a loner

paranoid

quirk is just... oof. like a nuke going off basically. so fucking destructive, and you know they know how to use it

hates everyone including them-self

self aware of their situation. recognized that they’re being used and targeted and manipulated. on both ends. Shigi sees how he’s being used by afo, Izu sees how the adults in his life have failed him

honestly kinda baby, they need fucking love

hero students and lov members would put aside differences to help them honestly. the world wouldn’t be okay with it, but their friends are loyal

not quite a villain anymore, but definitely not a hero. constantly has internal conflict over this. like they don’t want to give up on hero dreams times 2 but also recognize how utterly fucked society is and wants to tear it down. they’re so full of hate, but want to maintain hope just out of spite at this point

whatever the hell they’re doing they’re not giving up on it

has the power to reshape society and is going to fucking use it

i don’t need to tell you that they’re fucking terrifying

togodeku

obsessive x2

love heroes x2

long curly green hair worn in twin pony tails,

short, decent sized chest, big red eyes, and a smile that’s too big. fangs. freckles.

muscular but in a compact way

more stable than they should be

loves themselves.

in love with uraraka, but gets crushes on everyone else extremely easily. ura is their forever girl though

loves making and consuming fan content. a fangirl to a scary degree

an all might stan

naturally, also loves k-pop

no fashion sense, they wish they had it, but they don’t. probably just wearing t-shirts and jeans most of the time. is still kinda hot, but isn’t doing anything to play it up

will hunt you for sport

incredibly fast, loves running and chasing in general

bunny themed outfit still

changing into others is one of their passions. izu lowkey loves this quirk. they’re experts at mimicking others. izuku’s analysis skills makes them too good at this

feral x2

honestly just here for the lols

still wants to be a hero, but isn’t doing a good job of it

easily distracted

probably knits for some reason?

makes gifts for friends and crushes

way more dangerous than they’re letting on. too many people are underestimating them

cute as a button

dabideku

daddy issue x2

bitter as hell

black and white hair, curly. darker at the roots.

keeps dabi’s scars. green eyes. tall and muscular, lots of piercings. most of Izuku’s details are lost in the scaring

coffee addict

self centered, has a lot of enemies. including endeavor and bakugou, and every middle school bully.

more empathetic though, can have friends and value them, just don’t piss him off because he will hold lifelong grudges

very good at switching back and forth between scary and threatening to cute and innocent. usually the innocence is mocking but it can read as genuine

a good actor in general, but a terrible liar

quirk is not doing him any favors, still has the feedback, but flaming tentacles gives him more control over the fire itself

reads a lot of comic books

a hypocrite

likes to dramatically point at things while shouting

loves solving mysteries and kinda wants to go down a sherlock holmes or batman route

is not pulling that off, maybe jason todd vibes at best

high key just a dramatic dork that’s too good at murder

chaotic neutral to chaotic good

talks too much

good at pissing people off

kinda deserves to get the shit beaten out of him, and i feel like bakugou can pull it off

twicedeku

neurotic

they love their friends so much though

oblivious as hell

like a genius in observation and knowing stuff, but a dumbass at applying that knowledge

would make a good information broker if they could learn to shut the hell up

are they basically deadpool? kinda.

short green hair, cut close to their head

long face, covered in scars, tallish, looks like an adult

pouts and cries easily

smartass

talks to himself x2 god help us

overpowered with his quirk. god help us

laughs at his own jokes

always hungry

winks at the fourth wall

has many stims and hobbies, hands are litterally never not doing something. he’s the kind of person you’ll glance away from, turn back, and find juggling.

we’re talking cat’s craddle, rubix cubes, instruments, puzzles, tearing up candy wrappers, painting his nails, braiding friendship bracelets. he is never still

directionless. lacks motivation

internalizes criticism really easily, to the point that he gets depressed and struggles to act

indecisive to a clinical degree

probably has and anxiety disorder but refuses to acknowledge it

is pretty fucking baby. protect him

spindeku

lol what a nerd

fanboy x2

cries easily. izuku’s habit of crying does not decrease

ultimate ride or die

still a lizard, mohawk is green instead of pink

mixed feelings on stain

searching for the ultimate person to stan. all might stays in their heart, but they want to be edgier

absolutely uses a sword. not the dumb one that spinner uses but it is still a buster sword that’s too large for them. they’re strong enough to swing it around like nothing, i’m picturing cloud from final fantasy’s sword. again they’re really nerdy

disillusioned with society and heroes. both are marked by discrimination and have recognized the failure of heroes and government. aren’t as bitter but determined to do something

sassy but not quite sarcastic

gives really good advice. the friend you go to to have an emotional breakdown

considering pursuing psychology more for this reason. realizes he can use the skill to help a lot of people

isn’t willing to give up fighting or using his sword though. he has an aesthetic

would get along fantastically with tokoyami

also the friend that feeds you. can’t cook very well but always has something on him to give you when he notices you haven’t eaten in a long time.

loves bubble tea

social anxiety, if it weren’t for the fact that he already had friends and a mission, he probably wouldn’t leave the house

surprisingly close to shigaraki, enough of a gamer to play with him, and even gets away with calling him out

(i’m debating how comfortable i am with fusing kids with adults. it seems weird to me, especially the bigger the age difference)

(masterlist)

#fusion au #bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #shigideku #togadeku #dabideku #twicedeku #kurideku #spindeku #shigaraki #dabi #twice #toga #serenawitchwriter

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of-birds-and-men · 3 years

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Kass gave Link a warm smile, the early morning sun dipping him in honey and making his smile glow even more. “Well, this is quite out of the blue. Not even a ‘hello?’ Much less a ‘please?’”

Link’s lips snapped into a flustered frown. “I’m sorry,” he frantically signed. “Please, could you teach me?”

After throwing his head back to bellow a laugh, Kass chuckled, “I am only messing with you, my friend. Do not worry.” He patted the spot next to him on the landing where he sat, signaling Link to sit by him. “I’m curious about what song you want to play. Which is it?”

Accepting the invitation to sit next to Kass, Link kept his head down as he shuffled over. His eyes flicked around and his cheeks started to redden the slightest bit. Why the answer embarrassed him so much, he wasn’t so sure, but it was hard to get his reply out.

“Ah,” Kass said with his smile still prominent on his beak as he set his accordion down next to him. “Do you mean to learn the other Champions’ songs as well?”

Link breathed in through his teeth and shrugged. “Maybe. But I want to learn Revali’s right now if I can...”

Kass looked down at him with raised eyebrows, as if gently urging him to elaborate.

With that, Link rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged again. “Well...I don’t know. I had some memories come to me, but they’re foggy and I can barely understand them. But, something is telling me today is Revali’s…” His hand dropped and his brow furrowed in thought. He knew the sign for the Hylian term but didn’t know it for the Rito if there even was one for it. Opting to fingerspell, Link spelled it out with his fingers as Kass read it closely.

When he was finished, Kass’s beak hung open a little in interest. “Oh, so today is Champion Revali’s Hatchday? I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I…”

“...I think so.”

“You mean to play his song in his memory today?”

Link’s cheeks burned brighter. “Is that stupid?”

“Oh, no. Not in the slightest,” Kass assured, waving his hand. “In fact, I think it’s a lovely idea.”

“...Thanks. I don’t know what else I would do anyway. If there was something, I don’t remember it,” Link said, his hands moving slowly. His mind drifted; not that there was anywhere for it to go after his century-long sleep practically wiped it clean.

He brought himself back to where he was with a sigh. “I don’t know. I would do something or leave him a gift, but I remember next to nothing about him. I don’t remember what he liked or even what he hated. Nothing...”

It was true. There were only a couple of clear memories of Revali that Link remembered now. Only a few moments where Link could see his face and hear his voice clearly. And then there were even more blurry, foggy images of him that were slowly trickling in and left Link with more questions than answers. Leaving him feeling like there was so much more that he was missing. Almost like he was missing an important part of himself; of what his life had been before Calamity Ganon struck.

Really, it was the same thing with everyone; with Zelda, Mipha, Urbosa, and Daruk. Brief memories, some clear and some so hazy they were beyond recognition.

But with Revali, it was somehow different. It hurt more. It was severely more painful. It made both his heart and head ache. And he had no idea why it was the case for Revali out of all of them. Why the one who seemed to like him the least, or even hated him, made Link feel this longing...No, this need...to remember and know him like he used to. However it had been.

Still, even though his mind was riddled by all sorts of questions he couldn’t answer after forgetting everything but his own name…

Something within him couldn’t quite let itself completely forget.

“But I know that I have to do something for him and this is all I can think of,” Link finished, taking his time with every hand motion as he stared down at the lake below them; the surface of the water was almost black with the light of the morning sun not having reached it yet.

Noticing the gloom that was beginning to dawn on Link again, Kass leaned over and spoke up in a chipper voice. “It is more than a generous gift. Do not sell yourself short. I’m sure that if he is still there to listen, he will be grateful.”

Link forced a small smile to give to Kass. “Thank you. I hope you’re right.”

Kass let the corners of his beak curl all the way up to try and settle whatever troubles he thought Link had. “I must say though, I did not take you for the musical type,” he began. “What does a man like you play?”

Letting out a short hum, Link fumbled around in the small bag on his belt to show the instrument in question. Once he fished it out, he held it out for Kass to see.

It was an ocarina he had come across in his travels. His curiosity had driven him to buy it with the extra rupees he had on hand when he saw it amongst Beedle’s wares. Though, it wasn’t until he actually held it and felt the cool ceramic touch on his skin and the shape in his hands, did he realize it was not so much curiosity as it was familiarity. Or something close to it.

And again, it was proven to Link that while his head was clear of what made him himself in the past, there were many things that his body seemed to remember. Muscle memory helped him ride horses like a pro straight away, and instinct along with that allowed him to fight the way he had before without needing to relearn much of anything. It was the same sort of thing for the ocarina; as soon as he brought the mouthpiece to his lips, his fingers knew exactly where to go to play notes he didn’t remember and songs he couldn’t recall. It all came to him naturally as if playing it was once something that was ingrained in him. And he found himself occasionally fiddling with it until now. Too busy to really sit down and learn anything new, but playing what his lips and fingers remembered when he had a moment to himself.

If Link couldn’t leave Revali a proper gift on his Hatchday, then at least he could play his song, one of the last things the world had left to remember him by. Whether it was for Revali himself, if he was still there, or if it was in his memory on his day.

Or, even if it was just for Link; a way to remember Revali with what little he had left.

Hopefully, it would be enough. But it definitely didn’t feel like it, even if it was all he could really do.

“An ocarina certainly does suit you,” Kass said, looking at the instrument in Link’s hands before peering at him and pointing at it. “Ah, may I?”

Link nodded, allowing Kass to take the ocarina in his hands and examine it himself.

“Can you play it, too?” Link asked.

Tittering, Kass replied, “Well, Rito aren’t exactly equipped to play wind instruments, considering our anatomy.” He tapped his beak. “Though, I think once I found a way around it to make it work with this blasted thing on my face. Would you mind if I tried?”

Link’s lips tightly creased together to keep him from smirking as he shook his head and motioned toward the ocarina. He watched as Kass brought it to his beak, which clacked against the ceramic as he tried to find the best position.

Kass’ feathers ruffled; clearly, he was flustered, but he tried his best to get past it by laughing it off. “Well, this is certainly humbling. This proves that no matter how esteemed of a bard I may be, I simply cannot master everything...What with my pesky beak and less than graceful fingers.” He rubbed the mouthpiece of the ocarina on his scarf before handing it back to Link.

With how much spit he saw flying from Kass when he was trying the ocarina, Link decided to rub it again on his clothes for good measure.

Kass let out another embarrassed chuckle and twisted around to grab his accordion. “I might not be able to give you direction, but I can teach you the notes.”

Link nodded. “That works,” he said, his last words before readying his hands to focus on his ocarina rather than on speaking.

Smiling while he slid his hands through his instrument’s straps, Kass said, “Well, let’s begin then.”

Link opened his mouth to say something, finding himself gaping at Vah Medoh, but clamped it shut again. He attached the ocarina to his belt for a moment to speak with his hands.

Whether he was really alone or if there was still someone there to see him, he was not sure at all. After the defeat of Ganon, he was never sure what happened to Revali or the others.

Even so...he had the feeling he wasn’t quite alone.

But maybe that was just him being hopeful. Hopeful that he wasn’t just making a fool of himself. Grasping at straws for nothing.

“Hi.” Instantly, he cringed at himself and hissed through his teeth. Now he really felt stupid. Nonetheless, he made himself go on. “I’m not sure if you’re even here right now or if I’m talking to myself. But, either way-“ Link took a second to swallow and fix his eyes back down to the ground beneath him. “I wish I could say I remember you. There are only little things I remember, but something is telling me there’s so much more to you...to us...that I’m still missing.”

Link licked his lips. He hoped that he was, in fact, alone, so Revali wouldn’t be seeing him rambling on to himself.

“But I know that we were close somehow. I feel that, once, you were the most important thing to me, but that’s all I know. I’m sorry.” He bit his lip that was still wet from when he licked them. “That’s why when I remembered it was your birthday-“ Link froze, then corrected, “Sorry, hatchday...I knew I had to do something for you, because, in a way, you still matter to me now as much as you did before. But you’re still a mystery to me; I know nothing about you further than you being a Champion and being the pride of your people.” He laughed a little to himself. “And that you didn’t like me at all. At first, at least. I’m not sure.”

Finally, he racked up the courage to look back up at Vah Medoh. “I do know your song though, which I’m sure you’d like to know is played by bards to keep your memory alive. I’m not one of those at all, but I can just barely remember how to play this thing and Kass taught me how to play your song. One of the things of yours that’s still here- Even if these are all the memories I can ever have of you, at least I can have this. And your bow, too.”

Nervously, he started to chuckle to himself. “I don’t know what I’m saying. Maybe I never should’ve said anything. Anyway, the point is...I know it’s a crummy present and I don’t know if you’re even still here to listen, but I learned how to play your song for you.”

Done with his monologue, Link anxiously took the ocarina off of his belt. For a moment, he stared at it and focused on the cool touch of it in his hand before slowly bringing it up to his mouth. He took in a deep breath while his fingers went to their places and he played what he learned for Revali.

Dormant, Vah Medoh said nothing in reply, leaving Revali alone to revel in both Link’s appearance and song. That was fine. He honestly hadn’t expected her to reply anyway.

Even when he couldn’t even remember him, Link was still annoyingly sentimental. It brought bittersweet comfort that, even with everything that had happened, it was still the same Link before him. His Link.

He had the same golden hair he used to run his fingers through. The same lustrous, sapphire eyes he used to stare into. The same quiet laugh that warmed Revali’s heart. The same strength that Revali both envied and once fell in love with. The same kindness. The same courage. The same everything. Every little thing Revali loved and even hated about him was still there, down below, playing a song for someone he didn’t even know anymore.

Still, it hurt knowing Link didn’t know him. Seeing no recollection on his face when Link first came to Vah Medoh...Seeing Link looking at him as if he was a stranger…

Well, it nearly broke his heart. To be eventually forgotten by his people was worse enough, but then to have the one he loved come back to him only to forget him, too…

Revali sniffed, resting his hand under his chin to watch Link far down below.

Link was right. This was a crummy present. His finger clumsily fumbled around and he kept blowing into the ocarina’s mouthpiece too hard or too soft. Even from here, he could see his spit flying. Funny how, even over a hundred years later, he never did get better with that thing.

He really was still his Link. Just how he remembered him. Just how he loved him. How he would, unfortunately, always love him. Even if it meant being unrequited for the rest of time.

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GASPS OUT OF BREATH,,,,,, WOW OKAY,, umm LOL here is le @revalinkexchange gift for @mars-janka ??? I. hm. certainly took some liberties and for some reason with my srs lack of expertise ..I was like “HEY I KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS INFINITELY HARDER ON MYSELF!!! WRITE AND ALSO DRAW A BILLION PICTURES WHICH IS SOMETHING I BARELY KNOW HOW 2 DO.”

//sobs// i was so drained of my life juices by the end that the quality DROPPED and im genuinely so sorry pls forgive me wwwwwwwwwwww- i even redrew the last link panels to try and make it better if u can believe it LOL i also was considering making a prose only version of this to make up for it but i honestly don’t know how to translate some bits to that...SO- ah

anyway...yaaaaaaaahhh happy valentine’s day!! hope u still like it despite my clear depletion of life juices dskjghkjag

also teehee ty @udog for helping me w vah medoh u smell

#i also was planning on posting it on ao3 but.#but frankly posting it here with the images was a fucking NIGHTMARE as it is so im. not... exactly interested in doing that anymore LOL #it's fucking 6:30 am im going to SLEEP so i can have enough energy to draw teba in a maid outfit as my own present to myself. HAHA #dont ask me when i'll return to our regularly scheduled programming i kind of never want to take drawing seriously ever again ASHGKASDGKJDHG #revalink #revali #botw #revalinkexchange #revalink exchange #?#bweh #botw revali

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Things from Anne with an e that I feel like writing down

Season 1 Episode 6: Remorse Is the Poison of Life

1. Diana having to run through the dark with nothing but a lantern and quite reasonably tripping. I never really thought about how dark it would actually be out because there’s always light.., somewhere in a modern city. It’s dark but you can usually still see

2. Every time Anne and Diana are separated they end up reunited during some great tragedy and are like “I missed you so much!!” Like yeah that’s great but. Please focus

3. It’s terrifying how easily children could die before modern medicine. They still can die very easily and that’s still terrifying but back then there was no quick fixes or easily accessible help

4. “It’s an old wives tale.” “I might be one but not the other. Evidently one doesn’t have to be either thing to know it.”

5. Anne knowing how to treat croup because all of Mrs. Hammond’s sets of twins had it

6. “I was supposed to be a boy but when I wasn’t, they decided to keep and raise me.” “How extraordinary!”

7. Minnie May almost choking to death on her own phlegm and Anne ultimately saving her because there’s no way the doctor would’ve made it all the way from Soencervale in time

8. “I believe I need a brandy.”

9. It’s really interesting how much of the script comes straight from the book

10. “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren’t you?”

11. John Blythe’s love for adventure and how Gilbert undoubtedly sees it in Anne

12. Eliza apologizing for how she misjudged Anne

13. “My darling Diana”

14. “I can’t tie myself down to anything so unromantic as dishes at this thrilling moment!”

15. “Even aunt Josephine said she’d like to see you again, and she doesn’t like anyone.”

16. “Shes disinclined to stay home alone since her companion passed away.” “Her companion?” “Her best friend forever and ever.”

17. “Aunt Josephine never married. Neither of them did, they lived with each other their whole lives.” “I’d live with you forever if I could. But I know you’ll leave me the date you get married to some wealthy and handsome gentleman. I hate him already.” “How’s Gilbert?”

18. “It’s very likely Gilbert’s father isn’t going to get well, so it’s more than possible that when Gilbert finally comes back to school… he’ll be an orphan.”

19. The cut from that conversation to John Blythe’s funeral

20. Matthew grabbing Marilla’s arm because he knows how much john meant to her

21. Gilbert watching the snowflakes melt in his hand

22. Marilla’s flashback

23. Young Marilla teasing john

24. Him giving her the same hair ribbon she later gifts to Anne

25. Anne and Gilbert being just like their parents, mirroring their romance and yet achieving the love Marilla and John could never have

26. Anne trying to make Gilbert feel better but making it seem like it’s about her. I often find it hard to articulate my relation to others in a way that does sound like I’m relating and not like I’m making it about me

27. Aunt Josephine on a stroll in the woods

28. Anne’s ranting about her “extensive knowledge of being an orphan”

29. Her calling Gilbert a dumb boy and refusing to think about him

30. “Romance is a pesky business. No sense to be made of it.”

31. “May I enter your humble abode.” About Anne’s run down little shed

32. “I couldn’t be less interested in Gil- that boy!”

33. “Let your ambitions and your aspirations be your guide.” “But I have so many!”

34. “I’ve always wanted to be a bride, but I don’t really expect to be a wife.” “Interesting!” “So you see the conundrum.” “I do. I have the following thoughts to offer. First, you can get married any time in your life, if you choose to do so.” “That’s true-“ “And two, if you choose a career, you can buy a white dress yourself, have it made to order and wear it whenever you want.” “Why didn’t I think of that!? I love that idea! I’m going to be my own woman!” “I’m a proponent for making ones own way in the world.”

35. “If you become a doctor, perhaps you can discover a cure for old age.”

36. Anne calling aunt Josephine her new role model, as well as Marilla and Matthew

37. “I’m going to be the heroine of my own story.”

38. Marilla finding an old letter from John

39. The theme Unrequited Love playing during this scene

40. It’s fascinating when you come to recognize the instrumentals by name, the names actually have a lot of double meanings in relation to the show. Fire in The Town not only plays when there’s an actual fire, but also when Anne’s rumors about prissy set the town ablaze

41. “If the key to a mans heart is through his stomach-“ “Which it is!” “Then, we have to make sure that this is the best shepherds pie that Gilbert has ever had.”

42. Anne wanting a boy to loved for her brain and personality rather than her abilities to keep a home

43. “Don’t you think Gilbert looks even more handsome now that he’s sad?” “I didn’t notice.”

44. I just noticed aunt Josephines mourning clothes, I know she was grieving but I didn’t put two and two together

45. “Take the boy the godforsaken pie before I suffer a mental collapse.”

46. Anne rambling excitedly about Jane Eyre.

47. Anne almost spoiling the book, just like Gertrude used to do

48. Anne suddenly breaking down over death. I’ve done that before, far more frequently in middle school when I realized that we all die someday

49. “It must be awful beyond measure to lose someone that you love deeply. In a split second, a heartbeat, they’re gone forever… and there is nothing you can do to change it or bring them back…”

50. “Anne? You’re crying on the potatoes.”

51. “There’s nothing wrong with saying ‘I’m sorry for your loss’, Ruby. And I’m going to say it because I am.” “You’re just going to make it worse if you say that. His father!! Just died!!!” “That’s what people say when someone dies.” “I don’t want you to upset him.” “He’s already upset because his father just died!”

52. “We hope you like shepherds pie.” “Everyone LIKES shepherds pie 😡. We hope it’s a comfort to you, Gilbert.🥰”

53. Anne telling “but I would make a terrible wife!” And running out.

54. Matthew offering to help Gilbert get his farm back in order

55. Gilbert not wanting to be a farmer but having an entire farm shoved off on him when his only family does, despite being… 14 at most? 15 maybe?

56. Matthew losing all his crops when the Dal Marie sank

57. Billy wanting Gilbert back to control the “ugly orphan” and Gilbert defending Anne

58. “She’s smart, deal with it.”

59. Gilbert telling billy to read a book for once

60. “I’ll give you a tip, okay? I’m not your bud. And if you ever hassle Anne again, you’ll regret it.”

61. “What’s your problem?” “Ask me that again. No, seriously. Go ahead.” “Why you gotta be like that?” “Ask me!” “…what’s your problem?”

62. Gilbert throwing his stuff at billy to preoccupy his hands and THEN punching him straight in his stupid face

63. The boys are fighting!!!! And rolling around in the snow too that’s kind of funny looking

64. Gilbert beating billy in that fight

65. Marilla telling Gilbert about his father

66. All of Gilbert’s siblings died

67. Gilbert’s father taking him to Alberta before he died, where Gilbert was born

68. “You resemble him in many ways.”

69. “He asked you to go?” I’ll always be grateful to him for thinking I’d be brave enough. Obligation… can be a prison.”

70. Anne trying to write a letter to Gilbert apologizing for what she said

71. Anne visiting aunt Josephine for advice and accidentally interrupting her grieving

72. “Emotion is rarely convenient and often intolerable, but I find at the moment that I don’t mind it.”

73. “Grief is the price you pay for live, you see. So it’s alright.”

74. “You and I are not the marrying kind.” “Ah, but I was, in my way. And we had a full and wonderful life together, and I gave no regrets. That’s all you really have to decide Anne, to live a life without regrets.”

75. Anne kissing aunt Josephine on the cheek and running off to live said life

76. No Matthew don’t make that loan deal!!!

77. Anne sprinting to Gilbert’s house bit for the first time of many to come, being too late to reach him.

#anne with an e #renew awae #awae #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #josephine barry #marilla cuthbert #mathew cuthbert #diana barry

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