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mystsee · 7 months

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: after yesterday’s incident, simon is there for you. at all times. even when you try to push him away :(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, panic attacks, inaccurate medical terms xd, pining, violence mentions, no mask , hospital, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: part of this story is based on my personal experience, #definitelynotprojecting

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WAKING up in the hospital wasn’t what confused you the most, it was the weight of something, rather someone, in your arm. you felt your head dizzy, remembering yesterday’s events.

you were unconscious for the most part, but you do remember simon threatening the doctors they took care of you in that moment. simon was very panicked and angry, he couldn’t believe someone could do that to you, let alone a man.

he was desperate knowing who he was, so, he asked lily. lily was indecisive if telling him the story, i mean, she has no idea what’s your story with simon, you never told her he was your boyfriend soon to be husband

“look, i just remember they met in a meeting or something like that, i never saw her happy with him, it always seemed like she was just trying to move on about someone” simon felt a pang in his chest. he never knew anything about how you dealed with the breakup, he went away for as long as he could.

“the bastard started controlling her, and it was hard for her impossible to break up with him, the night she came from a long work trip, she found him in her flat, angry as hell. trying to force her to go move in with him and leave her work”

simon remembers how passionate you were while learning languages, being a translator was your dream, you just loved languages. he was happy to know you were still doing it :)

“the psycho tried to force her and started pushing her around, trying to take her out of her flat, i arrived just in time, i called 911 and they took him out of her flat. since there was no proof of him hurting her, police couldn’t give him a restriction order”

simon felt anger boiling up to him, how dare someone tried touching you like that?

an hour later, the doctor came out, telling simon your hip was fractured, the doctors managed to solve it, all you needed now was fisio therapy. and lots of rest. doctor said you would have a limp for a while when you walked, so you would need help while walking, simon ears perked at that, he could be near you now.

you were still unconscious, the anesthesia they gave you was hard on you. you were okay though, but simon didn’t think for a second he would leave your side.

he slept next to you that night. “i’m s’ sorry love” he said in a small whisper “i thought distance would b’good too, should’ know i needed to fight harder for you.” simon took a deep breath

“maybe then, you wouldn’t be here” knowing you dated this bastard, trying to move on, made him feel a bit guilty inside.

as you opened your eyes, your eyes moved to your left, you saw simon, his head on your arm, and his hand holding yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks. he looked so peaceful like that. you always loved sleeping next to him, engulfed by his big arms, you always slept like a baby next to him :(

you slowly moved your other hand, and moved it to simon’s hair, soft as ever, making small patterns on his hair. you stared at him for what it felt like forever. maybe they were 5 minutes, but you really appreciated seeing simon again.

you felt when simon woke up, he was awake a while ago, but he wanted to feel your hands on him his muscles tensed up, and his hand tightened on your hand. the way he moved his head to look at you, made your cheeks even redder. he had this lazy look, his hair a mess, but his eyes held something when he looked at you. “love? you awake?” his deep voice made your thighs clench unconsciously, it sounded way too good.

“yes” you said breathlessly, simon sat up and started stretching, he was clearly in a very uncomfortable position, his black shirt moved up a little bit, making you see a clear outline of his abs. your face was a tomato at this point

“i’ll call the doctor, love” that nickname was making you feel things, how come in less that a minute he’s making you all flustered? you thought you moved on!

after 5 minutes of a medical check up, the doctor explained what happened to you, and of course, you felt the tears threaten to fall. you try hard to keep them inside, but it was really hard, you felt ashamed with yourself:(

lily came back after an hour of being in silence with simon, a lot of thoughts were spiraling on your head, where is he? is he at the police station? will you be safe in your home?

lily brought you a change of clothes, doctors gave you the heads up, but you need to come here every once a week for fisio. your sweater covered most of the bruises the bastard left you, making you less uncomfortable. being around simon in this state was making you feel weird.

as you tried standing up on the bed, your left leg gave out, making you almost fall, but simon’s hand was on your waist, firm on there, making you blush again, his hand felt so good around you you almost forgot your leg was hurting you .

he effectively caged you in between the bed, you didn’t dare to move your eyes, you were sure his lieutenant stare was on you right now. but you were so close to him, you could feel his muscled chest and his breath.

you saw simon moving to his side after a long minute, and move his left arm up, signaling you to grab it. you started waking out of the hospital with him, it felt weird, you were still processing the fact that he was here, and now you were waking with your arms intertwined?

you thought lily would be picking you up with simon, but turns out, simon brought his car, a jeep, when? god knows, but it was really good looking. simon helped you up, once again feeling his hands around your waist, so lovely. he helped you buckle up, again really close to you. all of this was making you confused. neither of you said a word.

the ride home was awkward, for simon, he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t say anything, and you, you were feeling shame, a lost gaze on the road. simon saw that and felt his heart clench, he didn’t like seeing you sad.

the elevator to your flat was not working, so, simon the oh so gentleman decided to carry you “wait! no simon, it’s okay, you don’t nee-!” he was carrying you bridal style, his big arms carrying you, one holding your waist, and the other your legs, you just hid your face on his chest.

simon smiled at that, it was so easy getting you flustered, and he must admit, he really missed having you in his arms.

by the time you were inside your flat, you just told him you needed to go to the bathroom.

you needed an excuse to get away from him, it was really shameful, not seeing each other for 2 years and now, he sees you a mess, not even able to walk correctly.

so many thinking made you start hyperventilating, not realizing, and a small sob made your way up to your throat.

simon, obviously, heard that, in less than a second he was on the door “love? you okay?” you heard simon outside making you cry now. you couldn’t see him right now.

“open the door love” simon said softly, he felt the need to hold you, that’s what he did everytime you cried

“no simon, please, just go” you said defeatedly, you had no control over your mind right now, and you didn’t want to hurt simon’s feelings.

“please, baby open the door” his soft voice made you weak, oh his soft voice that was only for you. you opened the door slowly. simon saw you, holding to your dear life on the bathroom’s counter. it was clear you couldn’t stand good by yourself.

“love” simon said approaching you, you just shaked your head, all the emotions of yesterday creeping up on you right now. “no, simon, please” sobbing, you seriously didn’t want him to see you like that

“you’ll hurt yourself like that, please let me help you” simon walked slowly to you, you just held his arms strong, still shaking your head, suddenly simon hoisted you up in his waist, taking care of your leg of course.

he got you up in the counter, and stood in between your legs “simon” you whimpered “what’s wrong huh? you don’t want me here?” you shaked your head, the exhaustion and all the emotions of yesterday and today was making you dizzy “it’s not that” with a small breath you looked at him on the eyes “i don’t like you seeing you seeing me like this, i feel ashamed, you stayed up all night with me on that room, and i appreciate it a lot, but i don’t to want to be a burden to you” you said in between breaths.

simon was confused for a second, he’s seen you cry a lot, you’ve cried on his arms, sobbed uncontrollably with him, why would you feel ashamed of being like this in front of him “simon, t-the situation” you took a shaky breath “that you saw yesterday, i, i don’t know how to explain it, i’m so ashamed it got like that”

“baby, hey look at me” his big hands cupped your face “i’m here for you okay, i know there’s been a lot of distance between us, but i’m here now ok?” simon put his forehead with yours, you were so close to him now, and the need to kiss him was strong, you thought he would want to leave.

“i, i don’t want to bother you” you said lowering your gaze to his chest, but simon just moved your head to his eyes “you are not a bother to me at all love” said simon smiling, and you surprised him by putting your arms around a him, hugging him tightly to you. you had your arms around his waist , and your face on hidden in his neck. simon felt warm inside, taking a second to react, he put his arms around your waist like he used to and pushed you tighter to him, you felt at peace with him, feeling his arms rub small circles on your back.

maybe it was a mistake breaking up with him, but you have him back now,

maybe the universe is giving you another chance, and you won’t let it miss

“come on baby, you need to rest” simon said carrying you to your bed. you tightened your hold on him when he dropped you to your bed, making simon make a small laugh “please you koala, you need to rest” simon was in between your legs again, with his forearms next to your head “stay here” you said almost slurring, the meds were clearly messing with your head right now, “i’ll be here, you don’t have to worry”

5 minutes later you laid fast asleep in your bed. lily arrived to your flat later, and saw simon going out of your room “hey, the police told me he’s under investigation and arrest, but i don’t know for how long” simon saw the worry in lily’s eyes “i’ll keep her safe, let’s hope for the best yeah?”

it was now simon’s duty to keep you safe, he won’t ever let you go again. ♡

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hello hello! how was this?? i hope it was interesting, like i said fluff is my thingy, so, expect this to be really fluffy hehe.

i like the drama, but also the comfort, sooo, expect another dramatic chapter again hehe

hope you liked it!! part 3 on the way!

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bluecoolr · 1 year

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What if Vincent and Bo just drowned y/n with affection for an entire day, never letting em lift an arm

LAZY DAY CUDDLES WITH THE SINCLAIR TWINS

Honestly, you don't know how much I need this 😩😩😩

Lets be real, both these boys give off major lazy energy. The only real day work they do involves tinkering with their big boy toys of choice (cars and art). Messy house I can excuse, but the mountain of dirty dishes? 💀 Femme Y/N? Always wanted to be a princess? Well, get ready because you're entering your Cinderella era 💕

However, on days when neither you or your Sinclair of choice feel like doing anything, they're more than happy to just stay in bed and be affectionate.

He is so fucking clingy

He doesn't like to admit it but he is! Usually he prefers if you do the clinging when you're in public, but in private he's all over you.

It's also him being possessive but yk

First thing in the morning, he'll pull you against him and tell you he wants 5 more minutes.

Lots of little kisses on your cheek, your neck, your shouders, your lips.

Soft, content little hums.

5 more minutes become an hour and Vincent is wondering why breakfast isn't ready.

Bo's a hefty dude, and when he drapes his leg over yours, you're locked in.

You don't complain. He's so very warm and his hugs are so nice.

Once you're both fully awake, you just lay there and talk about anything - giggling like a pair of teenagers in love.

All the while, you're constantly touching; running your hands over each other's sides, caressing each other's faces.

Bo's always the sweetest and tenderest in the morning. Over all you're getting a lot of praise and compliments from him, no matter how cheesy.

He'll tell you how pretty your eyes are and that your hair looks nice (freaking liar XD)

Either you stay in bed all day and he goes and puts something together for breakfast lunch n dinner (don't expect it to be that good btw) and you eat it there, or you eventually come down to cook together.

Although, Bo jokingly tells you to stay out of his way. He fully intends to have you kick back - if just for the day.

You hang out on the couch and watch TV

He strokes your hip while you're stretched out and lying on his lap or chest. He runs his fingers through your hair.

Vincent

Vincent's even more clingy than Bo.

He practically wraps himself around you while you're in bed.

He rests his head on your chest, feeling you breathe and listening to your heart beat. You can comb through his hair with your fingers while he's at it, he loves that.

His hug is so tight it's like he's afraid that if he lets up for even a second you'll slip away and disappear.

He'll talk with you too, but not as much as Bo. He's a little more concerned with appreciating you than anything else.

He wants you to know that he appreciates everything that you do, and that he's grateful that you stuck with him after everything.

Will give you a backrub if you want, he knows you work so hard around the house.

Plants little kisses on your back while he's at it.

He also likes to feel your skin on his cheek - appreciates how smooth and soft it is.

If you have scars, and if you're comfortable with that, he'll give them light kisses.

If you have freckles or beauty marks he traces them and tries to commit them to memory.

He'll make you breakfast, too.

Nothing gourmet (he and Bo like to say that). He was a sad tinfoil-wrapped old food eating bachelor before you came around, so-

He'll sit in bed next to you, just sketching away, while you do your thing (reading, drawing, sewing, knitting, you name it. He loves it when you two create together).

#house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #fluff #slasher community #bluecoolr.txt #bluecoolr.ask

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insertsomthinawesome · 3 months

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I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

#isa screams #long post #gif #flashing #i think? Lemme know if I'm incorrect on that one alksdjfLKSJDJDSG #I don't normally talk this much so its kinda strange?#its kinda nice to be more honest about this stuff though #I'm a bit more of a private person so its hard to find the balance between wanting to discuss things openly and honestly #but with the fact that I don't owe the entire world an explanation for everything I do #its a tricky thing #but today I felt like doing this and I think that's okay #if i regret it I just won't do it again alsdjLSDJLFJSGSDG #thanks if you read this! I appreciate it!#I'm a pretty smalltime artist relatively. So sometimes it feels as though it doesn't mater what i say or express.#But hm. I doubt its really that simple or bleak #And if I don't respect myself then well. Who will right?#And I want to learn how to be happy with how little or how much I get #part of the reason I've done so poorly mentally as an artist is chasing numbers and outside praise instead of asking the harder questions #am i happy with what i do? what I make? Who I am #I'm going to probably be working on those questions and problems for the rest of my life.#But thats okay. Thats not a bad thing :)

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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Dino here! Not on my account because too lazy to log in. XD But for a request... How about the boys' reaction to y/n wearing a halloween costume that hits all of those types of taste. And I don't mean just general like wise, but also hits all the right kinks wise. >3c

Aaaahh Dino! I missed you 💕💕 and of course I can do that! It is spooky season after all. Though when you says boys I'm assuming Jack, Shaun, Ian, and nick?? (I hope so...)

Sunny Day Jack

🔪THIS FIC IS 18 + AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

I see Jack as a switch personally. His purpose to please his sunshine. He NEEDS them to need him. So he is willing to play whatever role you need him to.

If Jack is Dom in the relationship as stated in my Halloween special I really think he would get a kick out a sexy revealing ringmaster costume.

Somewhere deep down (*cough* Joseph *cough*) he likes to the idea of taming you. Of REALLY making you his. So when you dress up and act like your in charge he is more then ready to pounce.

Without even knowing it he is also really into over stimulation. See you writh, moan, and squirm cause of him does something to him. Needless to say you be the one in the Ring master costume, but Jack is the true master.

That being said if he is Sub he is like puddy in your hands. Especially if you put on sexy law enforcement costume. Something about a flashing badge makes him more submissive (and breedable)

Wanna experiment put vibrating bullets on his dick as you pound into him? Do it Wanna pull his hair causing his head to go back with ever thrust? Please do it feels amazing. Wanna use hand cuff and cuff his hands together or to the bed? Get ready for a sweaty, moaning mess on your hands.

Look he may throw around the prises, but this man has a prose kink of his own. So please call him your pretty boy as you pound him. He NEEDS to hear you say it.

Jack likes being a sub more then cares to admit. It's nice to let someone take over for a little while, and take care of him. He might to do it more often. (Vut not all the time because there is still that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that if he isn't in charge things won't go like he needs them to.)

Shaun

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.....ANYWAY Look it's no lie Shaun is Dom it feels more natural to him then being a sub. (But if you bat your eyes nicely me MIGHT consider it.) He also kinda basic in the aspect that a sexy cat costume really gets him going.

Something about your long sleeved leotard, accompanied by your fuzzy cats ears and tail, and knee high boots get his hard and ready to breed you to the fullest.

Leash and collar play FOR SURE. He likes to tug you closer to where he wants you by the leash. He said himself this man has a daddy kink, but I wouldn't put it past him to have a master kink 👀. Also keep in mind d he has a brat taming kink.

He isn't huge on bondage, but he indulges on occasion. See after he is done thoroughly fucking you he likes to have cuddles and aftercare. Rope and cuffs just make that process longer.

Shaun is the true master in this relationship, and he WILL breed you till you remember it.

Ian

Sub 100%. This man's pleasure is your pleasure, and he doesn't mind. Having the family he does it's not a wonder why he fell into the sub role so easily. That being said the costume that really Ian going would either be a sexy priest/nun or a sexy devil. The shame of comminting such sin with a member of the church or a devil turns him on immensely.

Ian really like bondage and whips. Bondage because the feeling of the rope wrapped around his body as you hold his hips and he brunches off your dick/strap-on make each orgasim that much more delicious. As for the whip...sin that's all.

He also has a mommy/daddy kink, and praise kink. Please call him your good boy, or tell him how pretty he looks taking your dick. It sends him to cloud 9 every time.

Letting go of things, and letting people take the reigns is second nature for Ian. So he has no problem letting you be the Dom in this relationship.

Nick

I'm sorry this man is Dom for fun. You see his favorite thing to do is let his partner believe is submissive, until they are the ones face down ass up as he pull the leash attached to your collar with each thrust.

Very much into bondage. You look so pretty tied for him it feels like he is unwrapping a gift from God. Overestimating is another big thing for him. He really likes to see how far he push it before you are BEGGGING him stuff you full.

I do wanna say thought he isn't all rough all the time. He will only push you as far you want him to, and makes sure a safe word is in place. Like the others Doms your security and safety is top priority.

That all being said Nick is a professional Dom so he is careful, efficient, and above all else loving. You are his top priority.

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 10 months

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Impact Of The Heart | PJM

Pairing: non! idol Jimin x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Jimin had been flatmates for a long time now. Your relationship consisted in soft quarrels and flirty comments, longing gazes and aching hearts. When you leave the flat after an argument, Jimin must find you in time and tell you how he feels before he fears its too late for words to change fate.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, non! idol au, flatmates! au, thoughts of unrequited love, happy ending, reader is described to be shorter than Jimin (he deserves to be tall at least in fiction xD), kissing, mild language (just a couple of words), feelings of fear, anxiety and heartbreak, fluffy ending.

*banner made by me :D

A/N Hello everyone! I've been working on this for a couple of days now, I hope you will like this, a bit long, drabble. I'm still working on the next part of "Four Seasons" but I recently entered college and I'm a bit busy atm. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Take care and thanks for reading! 💜

It was raining outside. Heavily so. Making Jimin worry every second for you to text or call him back. You hadn't even read his last texts for heaven's sake! And that made him anxious.

You never left a text unanswered.

Never.

Why was he feeling anxious?

He sighed at his own thoughts. His heart already knowing the answer to that question that he nearly rolled his eyes when he wondered it once more.

You and him had been roommates for nearly five years since the both of you finished college and, conveniently enough, the both of you needed a place to stay with a low rent.

Jimin decided that you both could split the rent while living there together in a seemingly civilised way. And, to his surprise, you agreed. To say that you and Jimin got along since day one was fast-forwarding on so many events that happened between you both until you two settled in a friendship with longing gazes and stolen touches.

He couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt when you announced earlier that day that a coworker of yours had asked you out to dine with him. You looked so happy about it that he had to force a smile on his plump lips so as to not disappoint you.

But as the storm outside got heavier, he had sent you a quick text asking if you were alright, if he needed to pick you up. To which you answered that you were, in fact, quite fine. He sent yet another text, asking for the address of the place you were having dinner at just in case but you didn't answer his message.

And that had happened nearly an hour ago.

He tried calling you but your phone was switched off and he cursed under his breath. The only thing he could now do was to trust you, hoping that you would be back home soon. However, Jimin had already made up his mind that if you didn't show up by eleven o'clock he was going to leave the flat and search for you.

Even when he had no idea of where you could be. When he didn't have a place to start searching. He would at least look for you.

In the last year, whatever rough edges your roommate relationship had once had evened out. Jimin became a good and close friend to you rather than just your flatmate. And to him, well that was another case.

Jimin also viewed you as a close friend. But he couldn't help how his fingers would tingle every time you would pass him the bowl of popcorn on your lazy movie nights or when you would casually hand him over his phone when he had left in a place he couldn't find it.

He couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach swirl wildly when you laughed out loud when he would fall out of a chair. A fond smile would appear on his face when he discovered you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his long shift to end and he had to carry you back to bed.

But with those feelings, a more bitter sensation also appeared in his heart. Like in those times when you'd smile when a coworker texted you wishing you a good night. Or when you were invited to a fancy dinner and you got all dolled up only for you to have other eyes on you.

It felt ridiculous. At least to him. For being jealous of you when you weren't his and he wasn't yours. He didn't have the right to. He didn't have to worry. He didn't have to feel threatened.

Yet he did.

Every. Single. Time.

And now, it was not different. He felt a wrong sensation crawling up his chest that made him think the worst possible scenarios about your date.

But only when he had decided he had waited long enough and was about to grab his car keys, the electronic lock of the front door chimed and the next thing he knew was that you were standing in the entrance way, trying to get your shoes off while you were trying to put the large black umbrella in its place.

"Where have you been? You weren't answering any of my texts."

The worry was evident in his voice. And you would have noticed it if you weren't fighting for your life at the entrance door trying to get your shoes off.

"Well... my phone died."

You said and Jimin was quick to catch the annoyance in your normally sweet voice. The next thing he knew was that you were walking across your shared flat, a grim look on your face and a harshness to your steps he had only witnessed when you were upset or stressed about something.

"Did something happen?"

He asked. In a cautious way. Jimin knew you could get more irritated when he asked you something and you were in one of your moods.

You sighed. Taking a bottle of soju from the fridge. You didn't even get yourself one of the small glasses before you were already taking a swig from the beverage.

His eyes grew wide when he saw you do that. Immediately knowing something was bad. Really bad.

"It's just... aish. Men are assholes."

Jimin couldn't help but chuckle at your muttered words. You drank once more from the bottle so he decided to stop you before you got too drunk to manage.

"Yes, I know."

His hands brushed yours before the bottle of soju left your grasp and the sound of glass hitting the marble counter filled your ears.

"But you care to explain why you are insulting us?"

Your eyes met his. And suddenly, the entire dinner you had had with your coworker flashed in front of your eyes.

"It's just that... I went out with Junseo and... well the date was crappy as hell."

Jimin's hand got a hold of yours as he guided you out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

"I don't want to say "I told you so" but, I told you so."

You rolled your eyes at your friend. He really wasn't helping you at the moment.

"Jimin, what advice can you give me? The both of us have been single since middle school! I know that going out with Junseo was a mistake, I've now proven that theory, but at least I'm trying to find someone. Shouldn't you do the same and stop lecturing me about my, clearly non.existent, love life?"

Now you were frustrated. You didn't exactly know why though. You just were. Maybe it was because Jimin was on his pedestal of know-it-all. Or because of the awful date you just came back from. It could be that Jimin was still holding your hand and the butterflies in your stomach were flying wildly or perhaps the fact that one of your closest friends was so oblivious to your feelings for him.

Or a combination of everything.

He suddenly let go of your hand, a coldness seeping through your bones the moment he stopped touching you. He ran his hands through his hair, messing with the brown locks even more.

"I don't know why you are so rude to me, (y/n). I'm trying to help. There are better guys out there than Junseo, I just wanted you to see that for yourself but you can be so stubborn that not even the idea of 2+2 can get in your head sometimes."

And now Jimin was frustrated. At your lack of comprehension for his feelings. At your harsh words to him. At the attitude you showed. But then again, he had not been better himself right now. When he opened his mouth to apologise you cut him off with a scoff.

Now he had fucked up.

The hurt that flashed in your eyes tore at his heart. But you didn't hold yourself back. You were tired. Tired of this pointless life. Of not being enough. Of feeling invisible. Of Jimin not loving you back.

"Shut up, Park. You don't know what you are talking about. The man I love doesn't even see me as a potential girlfriend! So shut up about my life, you know nothing. Nothing at all. Stop butting yourself in my business."

You didn't leave room for argument. You hadn't raised your voice but it was cold. Calculated even. And the cold daggers pierced Jimin's soft and thudding heart.

You turned around, not grabbing neither your phone nor your coat. You barely had time to put your shoes back on before you left the flat with the front door slamming shut.

Jimin let out a deep sigh. He had screwed this up. And it wasn't the first time you both got into arguments. It was normal for flatmates to argue. But those small fights revolved around what kind of butter to buy or who's turn it was to do the dishes. Not about something like the one he just had with you.

His mind kept rising with millions of responses he could have given you. The main one being him admitting his feelings for you. But he couldn't allow those words to escape his mouth in the middle of an argument.

If so, if Jimin ever planned on letting you know about his love for you, he would like to plan it, take you out on a cute date or in one of your casual dinners at the flat.

He didn't want to shoot the words in the middle of anger and hate.

That is, if he ever manned up enough to say those three words.

He sat down on the couch, the raising thoughts giving him a headache as he ran his hands over his face. But the trance his mind had fallen in was broken when a loud thunder sounded at the distance.

Looking through the window, he was met with the strong rain dancing over the glass, the city lights blurred in the distance and the night sky swallowed the streets.

He stood up. You had left the flat. You had walked out in the middle of your anger. In the middle of an argument when the fumes were still very present and Jimin knew you hadn't even bothered to take your coat with you.

That thought was confirmed when he looked at the coat hanger and yours rested there, almost as if mocking him. Without a second thought, Jimin sprinted over to the front door, noticing your phone in the small table where his car keys rested as well.

Putting his shoes on, he grabbed a large black umbrella and was out the door in the next second. You had gone out by foot so he thought it'd be easier for him to find you if he walked around the building. Somehow in his desperate mind, that thought made sense when any other person would have thought of it to be completely insane.

The rough sound of the rain hitting the pavement filled his ears the moment he left the building. The umbrella managed to somehow shield him from the rain, at least most of it, while he began walking around. Trying to remember the usual places that you enjoyed and that were nearby.

You were walking slowly in the middle of the rain. Your clothes were completely drenched the second you stepped out of the building of your shared flat but to be honest, you didn't find it in your mind to care.

Your heart was aching.

Your mind was raising with so many thoughts it made you nauseous. The fight you had with Jimin meant more than you initially thought. That was why you left. Because in your confused mind and heartbroken heart you realised he didn't love you.

At least not like you loved him.

And it hurts.

It hurt that he tried to protect you without feeling so strongly for you.

It hurt that he'd smile every morning without a deeper meaning to it.

It hurt that he would hold your hand without wanting to claim you.

It hurt to be so close to him yet so far at the same time. Because he didn't want you in that way. You weren't important in the way you wanted to be for him. You felt rejected. Out of place in your own home.

You knew you had let your frustrations out on him. He didn't deserve that. Jimin was the sweetest man alive. He only deserved happiness. But you weren't his happiness.

Or that was what you thought.

His soft and flirty personality had made you think that perhaps he liked you in the beginning but you got to know that it was only how he was with nearly everyone.

He was too precious to hurt yet he had hurt you.

You walked and walked. Tears left your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, mixing with the rain that poured down your form. You began walking over a crossroad, your ears finding home in the sound of the rain that was almost soothing for your pained soul.

You didn't hear the quick footsteps approaching you, nor did you hear the shout of your name over the sound of the rain. You didn't hear the honk of the car as it approached you quite fast.

You could only hear the rain. The ever so calming rain along with the rapid thumping of your heart.

Jimin saw you at the distance. Despite the heavy rain that had nearly drenched him completely, the umbrella was of no use anymore. Despite the blurry vision in his eyes due to unshed tears of his own desperation. He saw you.

He saw you crossing the street. Your head hung low.

He couldn't describe the feeling when he saw you. Found you. You were there, his feet carried him without him being truly present, his mind drowning in the essence of you.

Jimin saw how your silhouette got illuminated by light. As if you were an angel. To him, you were. And he lived in a second of perfection. He watched in slow motion as you stood in the middle of the crosswalk, light framing your figure with the drops of the rain frozen in the air.

A second of perfection.

You looked ethereal.

But the clock continued its counting and the next second was the harsh landing on reality.

Jimin didn't hesitate, he was running. He ran as fast as he could. He had to reach you. He had to. The light that had made you look so majestically a mere second ago were the upcoming lights of a car that wouldn't pull over in time.

A shout of your name left his lips. The desperation evident in his voice. If only he could stop time. If only he could make it go back, stop you from leaving the flat.

"(y/n)!"

If only he had taken the impact of his heart when he had fallen for you and not wait until now.

His hand grabbed yours. The moment he got a good grip on your hand he yanked you towards him. The car sped off, not even glancing back through the rear view mirror. A gasp left your lips when you collided with his chest, his arms around your slightly shorter form.

Then there was silence. Silence in his mind. A subtle ringing in his ears as the adrenaline wore off, his breathing returning back to normal as he gripped your arms; pressed you as firmly as he could against him.

You grounded him.

You always have.

Even without knowing it. He had to make sure you were fine. He had to feel you with him. Had to stop the horrendous scenarios in his head from flying around and leaving black smoke behind.

And then he pulled you away from him. Held you at arms-length. His eyes bore into your own while he could hear the strong sound of the rain against the ground. Jimin swallowed, trying to stop the racing thoughts in his mind while thinking that you were fine. You were with him. You were alive.

"Are you crazy?! Can't you see you could have died?!"

He shouted out of anxiety. Fear. If he hadn't been gripping you by your arms so strongly you would have noticed how his hands shook. If he hadn't been so consumed by the fear, he would have noticed the redness in your eyes.

And then he realised. You had been crying. Your mind was as lost as his. His eyes softened, the grip on your arms loosened enough for you to walk away from his grasp yet you didn't move. You didn't say a word. The word of it all crashing down on you like a tsunami.

The unspoken words, the buried feelings, the ache in your heart.

Jimin sighed, a shiver ran down his spine when a subtle breeze passed you both. He took a step closer and engulfed you in his arms once more.

In a softer way. In a gentler manner.

And then he heard it. He heard your sob in the midst of the chaos that was your heart. You cried in his embrace while standing in the pavement, his chin rested atop your head as silent tears left his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry."

Your stuttered words crushed his heart. He couldn't bear the pain in your voice.

"I'm sorry too. I... I shouldn't have said those things back at the flat."

Jimin felt your hands around his waist and he tightened his hold on you just a bit more. To reassure you it was fine. That he was there. That you weren't alone. You would never be alone for as long as he lived.

You clutched his shirt in your fists, letting the pain, the anguish, the fear, the shock all wash over you.

"You scared me out there, (y/n/n)."

He whispered. His words were meant for the wind to carry them but you heard them well. You always heard what he had to say.

Lifting your head, you gazed into his eyes, noticing the unshed tears in his dark orbs.

"Why would you be scared? Why did you come out here to find me?"

Jimin looked down at you, he didn't mind the rain pouring over you both. Your clothes were damped, so were his. Your hair was completely drenched and the light makeup on your face was slightly smudged but to him you looked beautiful. So beautiful.

He smiled softly, a tear sliding over his cheek only to then mix with the rain on his tanned skin. One of his hands cradled the side of your face and you felt fire burn your skin beneath his palm.

"Because I love you."

A small gasp left your lips. Was this real? Were you dreaming? For only in your dreams had Jimin ever confessed to having such strong feelings for you.

"I love you so much and I have loved you for a very long time."

Your lips parted softly while you blinked back the tears that melted against your eyelashes.

"Forgive me for saying it like this but I cannot hold it in me any longer. I love you, (y/n)."

A second passed after those words left his plump lips, his heart was beating so fast in his chest for a moment he feared it might leave his ribcage or worse, that you could hear how frantically and strongly his heart beat for you.

A second passed where nerves invaded his mind and body.

What if you didn't feel the same?

What if you liked someone else?

What if he was just a friend?

But then your lips were on his. You stood on your tiptoes, hands resting on his hips as you kissed him. It was soft, a small peck over his pink lips and then it ended.

You parted enough for you to be able to breath, water dripped between you both and you would be lying if you said you were calm at that moment. You were the opposite of calm. You were astonished by your own actions and surprised at Jimin's lack of rejection.

"I love you too. I have loved you for so long and I will continue to love you everyday more and more."

His lips crashed against yours the next moment, his arms fully encircling you to the point where he lifted you off your feet. The kiss was more passionate; stronger. Jimin poured his heart and soul into that kiss and you took it all without hesitation.

Breathless you parted from him. The both of you panting softly while a smile graced your lips and he looked down at you with the fondest look that had ever graced his handsome features.

"Be mine forever."

Jimin whispered. As if you were the only one meant to hear those words. The secret of his soul. You nodded, your hands caressing his face while he held you close to him by the waist.

"Love me forever."

June/29/2023

~Masterlist

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dareactions · 8 months

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Been reading your reactions on your blog and its 3 am rn but I have two requests I'll probs be sending them both in seperate asks but first one, okay so I have been playing a dwarf inquisitor for the past week or so, he's 2 handed warrior

I also had a warrior dwarf in my old DnD club before graduating but anyways, how would the companions react to a dwarf 2 handed inquisitor stareing directly into Iron Bull's eyes and with the most serious tone asking if Bull could PICK them UP and THROW THEM to the enemy, how would the other companions ESPECIALLY Bull react to just watching their inquisitor get full on YEETED into enemy lines So all they see is this short dwarf with an AXE bigger than their body coming at them at 90 MPH just a ball of rage who wouldn't be terrified?

XD this hit me after remembering in a session where my friends Orc paladin suggested throwing my character towards an archer up on a hill got a fucking NAT 20 AND IT WAS GLORIOUS

i hate to admit we've done this in my dnd group too, and i fear my players will soon too bcs i gave the kobold a fucking nuke. why did i do that? oh god everyday is stressful.

Cassandra: She stops, and she stares. For a moment she truly wonders if maybe the rage demon in front of her stops in confusion too, because its actions become stilted and slow for a second- it's the second she needs to cut it in half as she turns towards the Inquisitor. ''Are you out of your mind?'' Is the only thing her mind can conjure up as she in absolute dread watches The Iron Bull listen to them. Why did she agree to this, why did she start the Inquisition. She should've let the world end, why are they all like this. It doesn't matter how impressive it is to her deep down, she wants to retire.

Solas: Well, that is certainly not what he had expected. His eyes narrows and his mouth opens as if to say something, just to close. It could work. That's the worst part, honestly, that he could see it work and can't even find it in himself to question the tactics. There's a moment where his spellcasting is far less controlled, more lazy in hitting its targets because he is simply far too busy watching the Inquisitor go flying. He can't even laugh, he probably would if it weren't for the fact he watches them covered in blood stand back up after cleaving half of their enemies in half. For a moment he rethinks his plans. Just for a moment.

Dorian: He yells out in glee at this, it's the funniest shit he has heard for months personally. Because Dorian Pavus for some reason, doesn't think the Inquisitor and Bull will go through with it. There's no way, absolutely not, it's ridiculous for all intents and purposes! Except the Inquisitor flies past him at an alarming speed just seconds later and Dorian finds himself lucky he has the sense to not send a spell after in pure shock, staring in awe as he ignores Sera's loud cackling to his side. He probably shouldn't tell Cassandra he found that impressive, he has a feeling she won't share the sentiment- but he looks over at Bull who just grins in pride. No wonder people were horrified of them, were they all normal people they probably would be too.

Sera: She is a cackling mess, leaning against Dorian trying to gasp for breath as Cassandra goes slack jawed. It's too funny to be impressive, it really is. The Inquisitor goes flying and she can feel her stomach muscles start cramping as people drop in front of them. Was death supposed to be this funny? Is there some kind of demon for people who die horribly hilarious deaths? She isn't sure but she has to be calmed down because breathing becomes more difficult by every second she laughs. ''Do it again! Do it again right now!'' Her request isn't appreciated by Cassandra, but Sera doesn't care. She just needs to see the confusion on these things faces one more time, just once more !

Blackwall: He shares Cassandra's retirement sentiment. It's impressive, really, it is. But at the same time he has to wonder how healthy it actually is, getting launched at such an intense speed- what if an ally had gotten in the way? Even so his mouth tugs with a smile, his eyes stay focused on the remaining enemies in front of him but- maker, why did the Inquisitor have to spin? He takes a deep breath and steels himself, this is fine. It's fine. He doesn't break out laughing until after the battle is done and Cassandra starts yelling at the Inquisitor, and they have the audacity to go ''Well, it worked didn't it?'' at her. He isn't sure if he is older than Cassandra anymore because she seemingly ages in front of him from it all.

Iron Bull: If you ask Bull, he was born for this moment. Everything has led up to launching a small violent dwarf with a giant axe in the air through enemies, this is why he was put in this reality. He is gleeful like a child receiving gifts, excitedly screaming as the Inquisitor cuts down foes mid-air. It's fun and he feels the surge of adrenaline from pulling a stupid stunt and somehow succeeding. His hands itch and the Axe he was wielding himself gets picked back up in seconds, slicing through enemies with a new eager ferocity. He fucking loved his job. This was the best job ever, fuck everything else, he'd just launched his boss in the air to kill things!

Vivienne: It's all very barbarish, isn't it? She frowns from the back where she is carefully weaving magic to her will, really, throwing the Inquisitor? Even so she can't exactly argue with how useful it is, seeing as the long line of dead things sort of counter any argument she might have. Even so she scoffs at the blood bath, rolling her eyes at delighted yells and laughter from some of her allies- this is absolutely barbaric. No, she is not smiling to herself, absolutely not. ''Do well in not getting blood on me, dear.'' Is her only comment on the matter, as she just shakes her head and moves through the battlefield. Children, she works with children.

Varric: His first reaction is just the words ''Don't ever think I'll do that.'' to Bull who laughs heartily, clearly not understanding that Varric very much has no intention to ever become a projectile. It's funny, something straight out of his books and he is for sure putting this in one- even if nobody will ever believe him. It makes him wonder just what else is possible if you have sheer stupid will and dedication, and how the hell Hawke didn't try that trick years ago.

Cole: He stares in confusion at the spot where the Inquisitor just was, eyes narrowing at the now empty plot of grass. They were just here, and then he looks up and just sees the spinning ball of absolute carnage that is flying through the air. He lets out a tiny ''Oh.'' because what else can he do? Cole just stares for a second longer before nodding, alright. He supposes that works too, and the Inquisitor is happy, so it can't hurt.

#did i have an order for my writing #i cant remember #anyway #dragon age inquisition #dragon age reactions #companions reaction #dorian pavus #iron bull #cole #cassandra pentaghast #vivienne de fer #blackwall #the iron bull #sera #varric tethras

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

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nakajisaeko · 10 months

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Monster: Kenzo Tenma As a Boyfriend Headcanons

There isn't enough of Tenma, so I decided to take matters into my own hands to make one. I hope you like them, I tried my best~ Please forgive me too if any headcanons were said more than twice, I have a very bad lack of focus~ ^ ^

Tenma has to be one of the most fluffiest, cuddliest, & sweetest boyfriend you will ever have!~

After very late night-shifts, Tenma would not think about changing into his pajamas & just plop right onto your bed & pull you close, cuddling you & murmuring soft words into your hair.

Tenma has excellent cooking skills, so every day, he's the one cooking the meals just for you~ Sometimes, if you wanted to cook with him, he'll stand behind you & guide your hands as you cut, shred, & stir.

Tenma prefers to have lazy days with you, if he ever got a chance at a long week break from the hospital. He would either want to just sleep with you or watch a few movies while he cuddled & laughed with you.

He really loves nature walks, so he'd force you to come out with him, even if you don't want to go. & when you did, he would take out his camera & take a bunch of photos that he would raise up into the air, with his long arms, to avoid your reaching grips & just laugh at your aggressive behavior.

If you ever got hurt or feel sick, it wouldn't take him a second to jump into action & care for you. He would go to every store to buy anything you'd want & provide as much materials to ensure your health & safety.

Tenma is a very good listener, so if you were ever having a bad day, he would ask you if you're alright & if you want to talk to him about it. If you didn't want to at the moment, he would respect that & wait patiently.

While he waited, he would pull you into warm hugs & rock back & forth with you in his arms until you calmed down & felt at ease. When you were ready, he would listen to all of your problems.

He would tell you "that everything will be okay in its time." & "that you're special, so don't reject yourself."

In my opinion, I think that Tenma, of the Five Love Languages, would prefer "Acts of Service".

You would let him know that he doesn't need to work so hard, but he loves doing things for you, so its going to be hard to stop him. XD

He loves doing the chores around the house, feeding your pet (if you want one), running errands, etc. Sometimes, after all that drudgery, you have to give him a massage. XD

When it comes to physical affection, kisses may be infrequent & more hugging is noticeable. But, when he did kiss, it would either be a long one on the lips or a beautiful peck on the forehead. <3

Tenma is a date kind of guy, so he almost endlessly plans dates every single day. He wants to have as much fun with you as possible!

I think he would be the kind of person to listen to music with you while you lied against him, whether it be in the rain on a bench or inside on the couch in moonlight silence.

Even though he may be extremely busy or at work practically the whole day, it doesn't stop him from sending you messages & making as much time to spend with you.

He would do anything just to make you smile. ^_^

#kenzo tenma x reader #monsteranime #anime headcanons #xreader #boyfriend headcanons #kenzo tenma #monster headcanons #monster fanfic #monster x reader

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fareehaandspaniards · 4 months

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I sometimes wonder how comes you ended up SO attached to Damian specifically? When you first appeared you was just one of us Micolash simps, but before I've noticed it is just Damian everywhere ggjhggkj Sorry if you've answered somewhere already, but what made you so obsessed with Damian? What was that thing that made you see his potential and appeal the way you do now?

Well, yes, you were right to point out that when I came here, I was mostly interested only in Micolash! But gradually getting used to the character, you start to think about his surroundings! And if Edgar I liked from the first glance and he always will be my favourite nerd-accountant-church boy with issues, then Damian I just ignored at first xd And in the game did not really notice him, although he stands out among the phantoms - Loch Shield, ability to heal with choir bell, Mensis cage (AND his amazing look. Long hair and tired old face? Ooooh, I'm in). The cage in particular makes you think that he is a very difficult character which belongs to an enemy fraction and fights on your side. Well beyond that, it was worth taking a closer look at him and it all went on its own :'D

Most of the fandom sees him in a similar way - caring, selflessly giving of himself to Micolash, loyal to the core, a bit slow due to age, and cozy man. My first vision of him was also like he is an absolute angel, the purest creation in the entire game! That was second phase of my simping I think xD Granddilf with the biggest heart and purest soul, loyal servant of his beloved one - oh my god!! Makes me go crazy because I want him to be respected immediately, be loved and cherished. Maybe he is my type? I don't know. Old, really OLD man with loving heart and I-i-i-i... melting...

One of my headcanons is that Damian can kill a human, do crimes, cruel medical experiments (he is a Mensis scholar after all) but he can never hurt a child! ^^^^ There is him with little Yurie, Micolash and Edgar, and image I drew after a cool discussion with Fantomette! We talked about possibility of Edgar being Micolash's son, which means that Damian could possibly be his godfather xd

(Also you may see a plushie bunnie in little Micolash's hands and it has much more sense that it may seem!)

I am too lazy to explain I am sorry Dx But I wrote about bunny and little Irzhie here, in an ask game. The question was - what would be his favourite toy? >>>

Me and my husband talked about Irzhie too much and came to many funny and creepy conclusions and ideas (Damian's obsession with his little brother, projection his brother on Micolash, insanity, necromancy and,,,, Many other things :^) , so that picture was born)

(Sorry to put it in your ask lkak.ermkeamg,g,fdmg BUT you can't shut me up when it's about Damian D: )

I mean you can put Damian in ANY headcanon and he still be kindest man ever existed.

In myvision of lore he helped Rom when she felt really bad in Byrgenwerth, was one amongst three people in the whole college who supported Caryll, he protected Micolash his whole life, he was trying to soften Micolash's deeds and didn't want him to involve innocent children in his experiments (as much as adults. But I believe that Yahar'gul people were sort of fanatics so there were many volunteers for School of Mensis medical stuff), he was the one who will always do his best to help whenever you ask.

And my poor old man is also a saddest creature, because the fact is a fact - no matter if he hates or loves Micolash or just fights against his ideas in game, Micolash is in a Nightmare and Damian is here. I shipped Damicolash and it was really bittersweet. Mico dies and what is left for Damian? Only grieve and sorrow?

Damian/Yurie - bitter end, Damian/Rom - bitter end, Damian/Micolash - bitter end, Damian/anyone else - bitter end! :^)

Anyone else except sir Gremia! (This man deserves another post he is also so complicated! My husband KNOWS how much I adore him. Many of our daily jokes include him lol) Gremia has a strong need in an "adult/mother" archetype and also in "wife/lover", he needs someone who will pat his head and whom he can protect. And Damian needs someone to take care of, to protect and to be protected by that someone (Theme for another post :Р)

Damian, who gave love but didn't receive it, who did his best for Micolash but ended up leaving the Mensis School because his beloved crossed all bounds of sanity, who believed in Kos, his goddess of mothers and children, who genuinely tried to help everyone - I wanted him to be happy.

It really concerned me and I think then started the third phase of simping, when I found out that Sir Gremia exists and Damian just can't be perfect (it's so wrong and boring. I love when a character is like alive person, so it means they are problematic! There are no "normal" people)

I have to say, as you mentioned, I have seen him as a chad, attracting everyone to him xD But right now for me he has flaws, he can be very annoying sometimes, plus overprotection of Micolash (I think Micolash even got tired of him. Sounds like an absolute Micolash plus that may be a reason he let Damian go from serving him), weaknesses and traumas, cruelty and coldness in his heart, and a strong attachment to the past. But he's the kind one. And that's what hit my heart the hardest way. He is player friendly for his own unknown reasons, but I believe his destiny and talent is to lead and protect, which is what he has been doing all his life.

I write a fic about him and Gremia right now, connected with the early Healing Church and I want to put there all my headcanons, big and small and finally finish his story and give him the end of the game that he deserves

I am sorry for the amount of text. Old man took a place in my heart, he does not only looks like an absolute perfection but also seems to be a wonderful person with lots of issues and flaws. I LOVE HIM

I need to improve my drawing skill so I will draw him better and he will become more popular :'D

Maybe I got a little off-topic? But I want you to know how I see him - it's the main point of my simping xD So hard to put all my thoughts in one text. Hope it's not hard to read. It's much easier to write a story than tell the chaos that is happening in your head with your blorbo xD

#my art #mensis scholar damian #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #longpost #mutuals #ask

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Mr Snake x Spouse!Reader || Drabble

Okay, warning- this will be my last Bad Guys Drabble for a day or two. I have some other stuff in the works I wanna finish XD

Plot: Obligatory 'Lazy morning in bed' Drabble. (In this one you can decide yourself whether he's a snake or human)

Warnings: SOFTNESS??

As daylight begins to interrupt your sleep, making the room too bright to rest in and reminding you that its a whole new day, you crack your eyes slightly open, slowly.

The first thing you see is the ceiling. The plain, off-grey ceiling on the room Marmalade set you all up in, in single bunkbeds. It really lights up during the day, you think, rolling your eyes.

Bad Guy's houses are dark for two, important reasons, and they might surprise a person- 30 percent for the aesthetic... 70 percent so you can sleep longer! Oh, you miss that already. You cant wait until you're back in your regular bed, with your husband, sleeping in until Piranha starts doing something crazy and loud in the kitchen for lunch. Or sometimes dinner.

The second thing you notice as you wake up and roll onto your side towards the bedroom door, away from the window, is your snoozing husband in your bed. You're surprised because when you fell asleep you were definitely alone, but not because he snuck into the single bed with you in the dead of night. That's not a surprise at all.

He's a rule breaker.

Grinning, you rest your head on the pillow again and let your eyes fall closed. His body heat, especially due to that silly unicorn onesie, is so cosy! You could fall right back to sleep.

"... Morning... " He drawls, voice clogged with sleep, as you peak to see his are still closed- but he's awake. You close your eyes again.

"Morning, stranger... "

"Hm," He chuckles, pulling you in more securely to him. "That little breakfast food doesn't tell me I cant sleep with my spouse- I didn't marry you, for nothin'... "

"Right... " Opening your eyes again, finally, because sleep has well and truly left you and you'd rather see First-Thing-In-The-Morning Snake in a unicorn onesie, anyway. He seems to know you're looking, though, despite his eyes being sealed closed, and smirks.

"What are you starin' at?... Creep."

"Says the guy that snuck into my bed while I was dead asleep?" You snort, quietly. Sure- you're the creepy one in this outfit.

"Aw, come on... " Finally, his eyes slowly open wide - evidently not sleepy either, anymore, - , smirk still intact. "You made that sound way worse then it was."

Just grinning back, you tuck your arm under your head first then prop yourself up to look around the room- and realise- the other beds are all empty. "Hey? Hey- Everyone's gone?... "

"Oh... yeah." That lacking response has you looking at him again, as he snuggles more into his tail/hand and recloses his eyes. "They're checkin' the place out. We might shake it down sometime."

"... And you didn't feel the need to wake me up?" You roll your eyes, pushing yourself further up out of his grip. "I wanna see this place! Its huge!- "

"... Huh. Didn't think about that."

You throw him a perturbed look, at that snarky response; Nose scrunched up and lips pursed. He senses it, of course, but just grins like the asshole he is. The very cute, asshole- but still.

As you're moving to hop out of bed and find the others, Snake restricts around you more and you have to look over your shoulder at him, raising your brows. "You gonna let go?"

"Nnope." The cheeky look on his face is evil.

"Come on."

"Five more minutes... "

Yeesh.

Sighing, quarter way disappointed but mostly happy to give in to rare alone-time with your husband (Seeing as you live with 4 other bad guys and they're inseparable), you snuggle back into bed and the covers and him, his grip loosening once again but keeping you close. After a few moments of companionable, snoozey silence, with him dozing with the occasional quiet snore and you just laying there, raising you arm into the bars of light flying through the air above you; You glance at him again, letting you arm fall down to your side again. Giving a giggle, you gently pull his purple hood (And the golden horn attached) down behind his head. Every word that leaves you lips is gentle, despite the teasing tone you take. "Cant take you seriously like that... Never took you for the unicorn type, Snake."

"Mm, real men like unicorns." He responds clearly, peaking at you to see your amused grin.

But still, you nod- "Of course." After another moment, the look in your eye changes. You start quietly, the beating of your heart beginning to quicken up inside your chest. "You know, Danger... " Danger = your nickname for him. Short for 'Danger Noodle'- he like it as long as you don't say the 'Noodle' part, so you keep it out most of the time... even though his annoyance is hilarious. "... The kids are out... "

His eyes open all the way at that, a mischievous- and excited, look on his face. "Oh yeah?"

Giggling, you wrap your arms around him; Letting him pull you in impossibly close. "I might even let you get to second base!"

"Oh, now wouldn't that be something to tell the guys?"

#Mr Snake x Reader Drabble #Mr Snake x Reader #Mr Snake #Drabble #The Bad Guys 2022 #The Bad Guys #Dreamworks #Dreamworks x Reader #The Bad Guys x Reader #The Bad Guys 2022 x Reader

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Also, I literally thought of this while writing the other one, but what would you think of Shinsou running into Tomo? >w<

-Panda/Black Feathers

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My Hero Academia: Stranger danger.

Weeeee!!! More Tomohiro action! I'm amazed by how much love my OC had gotten XD Thank you @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers and @cupcake-spice13 !!!! Thought I'd combine these two asks since my writer's block is being a menace again 😭❤️

Summary: A gloomy Shinso is confronted by the local tickle monster.

Lee!Shinso, Ler!Tomohiro OC

Tw: Footer tiggles.

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The warm breeze shifted through Shinsos hair as he sat alone on a park bench, his legs crossed comfortably on the old planks, tossing the last of his grapes to the ducks that had been circling in the lake a few feet in front of him.

He had a sad expression on his features. Slumped shoulders, glassy eyes, lazy hand movements. He was wearing his hero costume, with his capture cloth bundled on the seat by his side. Today hadn't been a good day for him.

A loud sigh escaped his lips. "Stupid..."

"Why so blue kid?" Shinso turned his head at the voice behind him, seeing a fluffy-haired boy grinning at him. He blinked, looking the boy up and down as other did the same in return, squinting slightly at Shinso.

"Blue? Wait." The boy closed one eye. "Oh, purple. Hehe. Colour blind." He then casually took a seat beside Shinso. "But you do look a little down in the dumps."

Shinso rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm fine."

"Nnnoooo you're not. I can see it, riiiight there." The boy chuckled, pressing a finger against Shinsos cheek. "Sadness. Sad Shinso."

"How do you know my name?"

"I was at the sports festival. Row eight, seat 13B. You have one hell of a quirk." He took a bag of cashews from his pocket, popping a few in his mouth. "Mh. Names Tomo. Want one?" This boy was very talkative. Shinso declined the cashew offer, shaking his head.

"No thank you."

"M'kay. So, wanna talk?"

"About what?"

"What's making you sad, duuuh."

Shinso sighed, this boy was something else. Way too chatty for his liking. And waaay too comfortable talking to strangers. Much like a certain green-haired boy who had gotten very attached to him since their first meeting at the sports festival.

There was something familiar about this boy though, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "There's nothing to talk about. Besides, I don't know you. I don't do trauma dumping on strangers."

"Aaah, true. You heroes really are noble guys, always looking out for us civilians." Tomo nodded, enjoying a few more cashews. "But. Who's taking care of you guys?"

"We can take care of ourselves." Shinso shrugged, earning a chuckle from the other.

"Oho really?" He raised a hand, smiling playfully starting to draw a figure of eight in the air continuously.

"Yes, really. That's what we're trained to- Ghk!?" Shinso stammered, suddenly hugging his stomach as he felt the light touch of a finger tracing over his belly. The sensation was tingly, making him shudder as a few suprised giggles slipped through his defence.

Tomo chuckled at his reaction, continuing his slow tease. "Something the matter?" The look on Tomos face made it very clear that this was his doing.

"Knock it ohoff." Shinso grumbled through gritted teeth, holding back his giggling as best he could.

The grin on Tomos cheeks turned into a shit-eating smirk. He said nothing as he raised a second hand, making poking gestures this time, sending a jolt of tickly pressure to Shinso's ribs.

"Ah! Hehey! Stop d-oing thahat! Y-You weirdo!"

Tomo paused, narrowing his eyes with a knowing smirk. He knew exactly how Shinsos quirk worked after the sports festival and he wasn't about to let him take over.

Shinsos heart raced, he knew wasn't getting out of this.

"I sahaid stop! C'mohon! Y-You can't just- AHA!" The tickling sensation travelled upwards, turning into scribbles under his arms. "Noho! Hahaha!" He curled in on himself and flopped onto his side on the bench, jamming his hands up under his arms to try and block the feeling. "Plehease!"

His purple locks flopped about as he shook his head, rolling onto his back with his feet kicking happily. That's when it clicked. This is the boy who Aizawa was talking about!

"T-Tomohoho! You- Gahaha! Villain!" He made a grab for his capture cloth, only to have it snatched away and put on the grass out of reach.

Tomo just made a tutting sound, shaking his head as he continued his attack. Now moving to assault Shinso's soles, skittering up and down relentlessly.

"PFF- Ahaha! NO! Nonono! Not- AHAHA!" Poor Shinso flailed helplessly, sliding off the bench and onto the grass. He never even realised how ticklish his feet were until now. It was pleasantly unbearable. "MEHERCY!"

Tomo stood over the gloomy hero, looking down at him with a genuine smile. He still wasn't talking, not wanting to risk being controlled, but Shinso just having to look at his wriggling fingers and gently gaze was teasing enough for him.

The hero's boots pressed into the grass as he arched his back, wailing with laughter. His cheeks had colour to them now. A warm red glow to match his red ears and bright smile.

"Ehehehe! I-I cahan't-! I can't take ihihit!" He rolled onto his side, bringing his knees to his chest, a hiccup popping through his endless giggling. "Tohomo! *hic* Pl-Ehehe!"

Tomohiro reached a hand down, petting Shinso's hair softly with a smile. "Keep your chin up, hero." He then turned on his heels, whistling a tune as he headed down the path out of the park. His quirk still linked to Shinso, meaning he could keep tickling him a while longer after he was gone.

"Ahaha! Haha! D-Damn ihit!" The tears in Shinsos eyes were blinked away as the tickling switched to soft pokes again, up and down his ribs and tummy making him jump and giggle quietly. He stayed sat by the lake, deciding it was best to wait for the tickling to stop before he tried walking home. That would be embarrassing.

"Ehehe! Hah. I-I'mma gehet y-ou! For thihis..." He smiled to himself as he hid his flustered face in his hands. That was the most fun he had in a while.

#rachi roo #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #lee!shinsou #ler!villain #mha tickles #bnha tickles #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #shinso hitoshi #Tomohiro oc

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strawbrygashez · 1 year

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Gonna write some extra things out here about Sam (and dude) incase like no one cares about a second part to the fic 🥲🥲 bc I wanna talk about them and get it out

•Sam loves special effects makeup, photography, horror, true crime, the paranormal, and rock/nu metal music. He’s one of those ppl who complain about how lame modern horror movies usually are (he’s just like me fr)

•He has a restin b*tch face :0c he’s not really mean tho! Not overly nice tho just he’s meh. He’s glad it makes most ppl not bother talking to him.

•His place is full of both modern and old Halloween and horror stuff.

•He doesn’t own any pets.

•He wants to be noticed by film professionals so bad!! He worked on like one or two horror movies which were like.. not popular at all. And ppl probably barely watched them 💀 not bc he’s bad at what he does! He’s really good just no one knows about the movies.

• He met Dude while Dude was doing his petition thing. He knew of him before hand though. He loved the way dude dressed and had a feeling they’d get along. Tho he seemed chill on the outside while talking to dude for the first time he was like 😳 a bit on the inside bc of Dudes voice.

•Dude likes that Sam is kinda blunt? But never in a mean way. Like he likes Sam telling him what to do bc he likes direction!! AND SAM ISNT LIKE RUDE ABOUT IT AND FORCES HIM TO DO STUFF HES TOO LAZY TO DO HIMSELF!!

•Named him Sam bc of ‘Samhain’ get it?? Halloween stuff lol xd

•He is the big spoon when it comes to him and Dude. Sometimes dude will big spoon but Sam loves to cuddle up to him. He absolutely loves Dude.

Uhhh I’ll add on more later!!

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 119 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting apples.

Oh, the opening of this episode is such a delight! I also like the colorful logo and the stage lights in the YouTube video!

I think this is one of the episodes with the most voices! 10 different VAs. Only MAG 158 reaches this count too, also 10 different VAs (MAG 92 is kinda up there as well, it's 11 characters, but since the additional characters are voiced by Alex and Hannah, it's only 8 VAs)

Also just realized, this is one of the shortest episodes. MAG 79 (also the second to last of a season) was 16:19, this one is 16:41.

JON: [disoriented] "Yes, yes, if you could, I’d – I’d value your input on it…" SARAH: "Tim." JON: "Yes, Tim. Tim." Still breaking our hearts, way to go...

BREEKON: "You don’t even know what a gun is." DAISY: "I don’t care." [SOUNDS OF GORE AND THE DELIVERYMEN GROANING IN SHOCK. DAISY BEGINS LAUGHING.] Yep. Take away the person and all that remains is the beast.

BASIRA: "Doesn’t matter. Names don’t matter. I just… I know – I know I’m me and I know I’m here." This...

NIKOLA:[unconvincingly] "Why, I’m…. Tim of course! Who else would I be?" JON: "You’re not. You’re not Tim." NIKOLA: "Oh, you caught me! I’m Sasha!" JON: "Shut up!" Regaining some clarity here. Enough to know that Nikola is not Tim and enough to still feel rage about Sasha.

JON: “I-I tried. I tried, I almost –” GERTRUDE!NIKOLA: “You almost what? You almost didn’t doom the world? No, you almost let reality be the plaything of a lazy, foolish voyeur. JON: “No, no – I would – I could have stopped them.” GERTRUDE!NIKOLA: “How? You didn’t even know what it was. Do you know how many people I killed to keep the world in one piece? The sacrifices I made, and you didn’t even know what you were fighting.” That slaps pretty well in knowledge of where all this is leading. Up until the end he never did know what fight he was actually fighting.

GERTRUDE!NIKOLA: "I fought for years to stop the Stranger in its tracks, you didn’t even notice when they desecrated my corpse. And now look at me. You’ve made me part of their ritual. This is your fault." JON: "It is not. It’s not, I didn’t know. It’s not my fault you died." LEITNER!NIKOLA: [distorted] "No, I suppose not. Me, on the other hand… that one is very much your fault." JON: [despairing] "No, not – not you as well…" Feeding the thought of being a failure. And feeding the guilt.

LEITNER!NIKOLA: "I hardly had the chance, did I? Before you left me to get my head bashed in. I understand, of course. You needed a cigarette? I suppose you should have remembered that smoking kills." [giggles] That joke was so obvious and I am so very happy it's in the show XD

LEITNER!NIKOLA "If our earlier conversation was anything to go by, I hardly think you can blame your faults on the ritual. Your problems go far deeper than that." JON: "Just – give me a moment, please." LEITNER!NIKOLA: "You think that would help? Honestly, if I wasn’t so dead I’d be impressed. I always thought my own hubris to be quite exceptional, but you’ve managed to somehow deliver more bad decisions into two years than I managed in a lifetime. But by all means take your moment." More and more coming. Blaming it all on him.

Growling Hunt Daisy is so good...

BASIRA: "Ignore it. ignore the uh… don’t listen. Focus, think. This is a place. You are you and you’re in a place now. If… if it’s a place, and it’s now, then… then… then it has an end. The other things, the…" [...] "Good! Then – then keep moving. Keep moving until you find another place. A place you know… just keep moving. Keep moving." This!... I didn't know what it meant, when I first listened to it. But up until then, I've never had a panic attack in my life. The second time around, I knew exactly what this was.

GERTRUDE!NIKOLA: "A terrible new world. It is all your fault." Is- is this meant as foreshadowing? Because is does a pretty good job at it! Just like that earlier bit with "You almost didn't doom the world?"...

JON: "I see you." Oh yes, going full Archivist with a brief statement of Joseph Grimaldi. (Also this is a line that is used for the finales of S2, S3 and S4!)

JON: [strained] "Wait, Tim! What do you see?" TIM: [angered] "I see my asshole boss! Or – or… wait… wait." Making other people see work very well for season finales.

TIM: "Jon. I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can… then I don’t forgive you. But thank you for this." That pretty much settled the deal for me to decide that Tim has officially climbed my "dislike" rating up several steps at once. This whole episode is just "How can we fuck up Jon even more?", and Tim participated in it. I am very conflicted about Tim. I know what bad mental health can do to your persona. But the fact, that he knows, this will be the last he says to Jon and still decided to rub something in his face, just doesn’t sit right with me. Also, I personally am just not someone for revenge arcs. It’s just creating an unending spiral of hate and it’s gonna blow up in your face... pun intended.

NIKOLA: “You idiot! Do you really make the world will fare any better under the Watcher? You think you’re saving anyone?!” Considering that this is what S4 is gonna be about, I’m guessing this was all foreshadowing... Or setting the stage, if you will^^

Ending the episode with a bang! ... Sorry, I just really like puns...

My first time around I had a really, reaaally hard time following what was going on (I mean, it is the Unknowing, so it's fitting). I had to carefully resort to the wiki and read the summary.

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 119 #tma #tma spoilers

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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ah, ah, ah I wanna cheat XD so Kid Gintoki that's always bullying the reader 'cuz he find her cute when she's crying (Even though he always deny it) but later on he realize that he likes her\( ^3^)/

A/N: Since this had 2 parts, I had to screenshot the second part of your request ;-; Somehow doing extra work, ah, you are so very welcome (PAY MORE NEXT TIME jk jk). Well, anyways, I improvised quite a bit with this buuuuut I feel like it's not too far off! So yes, you are very very veeeeeery welcome now!

P.S. CHEATER OMG ;-; shame shame shame

Plot: Female reader getting teased (borderline harassed) by kid!Gintoki, yet comforted by kid!Takasugi, both showing their feelings in a different way.

Warning: SFW ofc.

ofc i had to use a gif of them fighting, plus this one has all the characters I mention :p how convenient :p

"Now, it's time for Y/N to show her progress. Gin, can you spar with her?" Clenching your fists harder against the bokken, you gulped. Why did it have to be Gin? Anyone else would have been fine to fight against, even if you ended up losing, losing to Gintoki was the equivalent of getting tortured and teased for days on end.

You weren't sure why the silver haired boy seemed to hate you to this extent and as far as you were aware of, you'd never done anything to wrong him. Yet ever since you set foot in Shoka Sonjuku, ever since Shouyou sensei let you study at his school, a girl among boys, Gintoki always seemed to had it in it for you. Doesn't matter if you did or said a thing, he would always find the opportunity to make fun of you.

Most days, that was fine by you. Even if his words were rather hurtful at times, you had grown accustomed to it. If that was a price for a better education, for staying with Shouyou sensei, for making friends of your own, then so be it. Before you had joined the school, you were just an ordinarily plain girl, your future dictated to you by your own gender; spending your early years learning how to be a good housewife, finding a proper man to marry and then putting all you had learned to practice. Such a life, although appealing to most girls your age, was never particularly appealing to you. Why settle for such mundane things just because you were a girl? Why couldn't you receive the same education as boys your age, why did you have to sit and watch the Amanto claim your country, why couldn't you take a stand against them?

Joining Shoka Sonjuku, you had found the place where you belong to. Even when you were the only girl in the class, you had managed to find the acceptance you so desperately longed for. Sure, Gintoki seemed to hate your guts but thankfully, his friends didn't. No matter how cruel he could be, as long as you had Katsura and Takasugi backing you up, you always had a reason to smile, a reason to keep you moving forward and that was good enough.

You could do it, you have worked hard for it, you won't let him defeat you this time. Although your own words sounded comforting in your brain, when Gintoki made his way in front of you, your conviction begun to die out. With his lazy eyes and his rather bored smile, he looked as if he wasn't standing before an opponent worthy of his time, as if you were nothing to him and frankly, that wasn't far off from being the truth.

Breathe slowly, in and out, keep your posture and strike!

Before you knew it, your bokken had fallen from your hands, leaving a loud noise as it hit the other side of the dojo. Looking down at your hollow grip and then at him, you were trying to grasp what had just happened. You could have sworn you landed a hit, yet why was your sword all the way there? Why was he so cocky, playing with his own bokken between his fingers? Why was the room so quiet, why was everyone burning holes through you with their eyes?

"Shouyou-sensei, how many times do I need to fight her for you to see she doesn't belong here?" The boy said as he picked his nose. Flicking his fingers, he walked closer to you, tapping his bokken against your chest. "Y/N, day after day you keep raising your sword against me, yet day after day you grow weaker. What are you trying to hit? A fly? A mosquito? Where is it? I can hit it for you, no need to use such a thing to strike it." Clenching your fists, you felt rage burning through you. Why did he have to humiliate you in front of everyone like this?

"Gin, that's enough. Y/N, pick your sword, you can try again, just like you practiced, okay?" Shouyou's mellow voice was enough to soothe your nerves. He was right, you had practiced so hard for this moment. Just because you dropped your sword, didn't mean the fight was over. Quickly, you dragged your feet to the other side of the room, picking it up before returning to your spot. Gintoki sighed, taking a couple of steps back, assuming a fighting stance.

Charging at him with all you got, you felt resistance once your bokken crossed his, forcing you to stagger. Trying your best to keep your balance, you took another step back, aiming at his sides yet he was faster than you, parrying your hit in time. Again and again you tried, yet every single time he was faster, defeating you easily without even breaking a sweat. He was too strong, ridiculously strong.

After letting you charge at him countless times, Gintoki finally took initiative, attacking you with all he had, his bokken hitting your shoulder with such force that you fell onto the ground. Grimacing, you instinctively wrapped your fingers around your shoulder, rubbing at it in an attempt to soothe the pain away.

To your surprise, Gin leaned before you, extending his hand for you to grab. Hesitantly, you accepted it, allowing him to pull you back on your feet. "What are you even fighting for? You can't protect anyone, you are nothing but deadweight to us. Just quit already, perhaps if you dress pretty enough, someone will pity you and take you in. This school isn't for girls like you." The boy whispered once you were standing up.

"Sensei, I think Y/N had enough for today. Maybe it's time for a break." Dropping his bokken, Gintoki disappeared in the background without hearing sensei's answer.

"Gin is right. Everyone, you can rest now. Keep up the good work, you are progressing so much already. We'll practice again tomorrow, class dismissed."

"Y/N. Are you okay?" You weren't sure how much time had passed. Even after everyone had left the dojo, you were lost in your own thoughts, trying your hardest not to cry in front of everyone. As much as you wanted to prove Gin wrong, as much as you wanted to show him that you were more than just an average girl, you knew that his words were right. If you couldn't even beat him then how could you possibly dream of reaching higher, of protecting your country, of going against your own predetermined fate? Even when his words were harsh, it only stung because of how true they were. A deadweight, that's all you were.

"Y/N?" A different voice was calling out to you, yet you couldn't do as much as answer. You knew that the second you'd open your mouth, the tears that were clouding your eyes would come running down, a cold rain you wouldn't be able to hold back. Lifting your head, you peered at at the two boys, their blurry forms blending into one as they looked down at you.

"Zura? Takasugi?" Your voice was shaky, coming out as a whisper while you did your best to push your tears back. Even if they were your friends, they didn't have to see you in such a weakened and pathetic state.

"We asked if you were okay, you've been standing here ever since your duel. And it's not Zura, it's Katsura." His comment would have otherwise made you smile, yet right now, forcing yourself to do this much seemed impossible.

"I- I'm fine. Got a bit distracted, that's all."

"Oh, I see." Even though Katsura seemed to accept your words, Takasugi was looking at you in disbelief, furrowing his eyebrows ever so slightly. "Well, we just wanted to check on you, but if everything is fine, maybe it's time to go. Take care, Y/N, goodnight."

Once the boys were gone and you were alone, you brought your hands to your face. Just when had things gone wrong, you begun to question yourself. In the past months you had worked so hard to catch up to them, you had spent hours upon hours of hitting the wooden dummies with your bokken, practicing every move so hard that your fingers were filled with blisters. In your brain, you could picture it so perfectly, you could see yourself defeating him, yet in reality, you could barely touch him with your sword. You are just deadweight to us. His words kept circling your brain and before you knew it, you were softly whimpering, tears burning through your palms as you did.

"Thought you'd be still here." A voice caught you off guard, forcing you to turn around only to see Takasugi leaning by the door frame. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you tried to pull yourself together while the boy walked closer to you. "It's Gin, right?"

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You asked once you had managed to calm down. No matter how much you tried to hide your own feelings, you could never hide them in front of Takasugi. The boy was ever insightful, being able to read every expression of yours clearly. You could lie to everyone but him, a fact that both scared and comforted you.

"He said something, didn't he?" Cutting to the chase as always.

"He... it doesn't matter." Even though Takasugi was your friend, you could never forget that he had been Gin's friends first, as much as the two of them liked to pretend otherwise. No matter how Gin made you feel, you didn't want to turn Takasugi against him like that. Besides, it was something between him and you, Takasugi had nothing to do with it.

"It obviously does, or else you wouldn't be crying here all alone."

"What he said was the truth, though."

"I'll be the judge of that." After a while of considering his offer, you ended up sighing. He was so persistent yet you knew that he meant well.

"He said that I was a deadweight. That I should quit and hopefully, I can be a nuisance to someone else. That this place isn't for girls like me and..." Repeating his words, you felt tears welling up your eyes once again. "It doesn't matter. He was right, I am useless either way."

"That bastard..." Hearing him talk like this surprised you. It wasn't as if he was the most well mannered boy of the class but for a boy his age to speak like that? "Always running up his mouth, being up to no good." Takasugi said as he scoffed. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that he looked more irritated than you did.

After a while of awkward silence, you quietly sobbing, him kicking the wooden floor, Takasugi moved away from you. Following him with your eyes, you watched as he picked up on two bokken, walking back towards you.

"Here. Fight me." Fight...him? Although you had never sparred with him before, you knew better than to challenge him. When it came to duels, Takasugi was just as good as Gintoki was, being completely on par with him both speed and strength wise. To fight him meant to get humiliated in front of him once again for the second time in just one day.

Before you could say no to him, he threw the bokken at you. Having no choice but to grab it, you took it between your hands, looking at the wooden sword and then back at him. He wasn't going to back down, his green orbs reflecting sheer determination. While looking at him, you couldn't help but compare him to Gintoki; whereas the silver haired boy underestimated you from the moment he stood before you, Takasugi was looking at you as if you were his foe, as if you were his equal. This was all you'd ever wanted, for others to stop looking down at you, to be someone worthy of challenging.

Clenching the sword within your hands, you pushed all thoughts away, focusing on everything Shouyou sensei had taught you. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, raising your bokken over your head. Takasugi followed your movement, instinctively taking a step back as he parried it. You retracted your weapon, your eyes inspecting his body closely in search of an opening. There had to be something you could do, somewhere you could hit, just focus, focus, focus!

In the time it took you to think things over, Takasugi jumped closer to you, his sword clashing into yours as you barely managed to counter his hit. Fighting him, you felt the same strength you had felt while fighting Gin. He truly was a force to be reckoned with, you noted, diving to the side. Just when you thought you had managed to get away from him, he pranced at you again, your swords crossing over and over again in a flurry of strikes. You didn't have a chance to breathe, your body acting on its own, unable to do anything other than parry over and over again. Even though he was just as fast and just as strong as Gin, being able to at least keep up with him was all you needed to keep on going, to make you believe in yourself.

The more you kept fighting, the more confident you begun to feel ,yet, even when you could keep up with his speed, you found yourself unable to keep up with his stamina. If this kept on going you were sure to lose, you had to find an opening now, no matter what. Concentrating as hard as you could, you looked at him once again. He was panting and his rhythm was a bit off, more frantic and aggressive than before and that was when you saw it; his left side was completely unguarded. Takasugi was so focused on attacking you that he had let his defenses drop. It was now or never and you knew it.

With the last drop of resolve, you dived forward, tapping the blade onto his left shoulder with all your might. To your surprise, it hit, it actually hit, forcing Takasugi to fall onto the floor. Although he didn't see it coming either, his eyes still held the same familiar calm when you reached forward, your body hovering over his.

"You aren't useless." His voice was slightly breathy as he spoke. Looking down at him, you felt your own heart beating faster. Was it because of the intense sparring session or was it because of his words? No matter the case, for a second you found yourself lost in his eyes, forsaking all of the sorrow and helplessness you were previously feeling. What, what is that, you asked your own self. What is this feeling, why am I-

Cutting through your thoughts, Takasugi tackled you onto the ground, your body falling hard against the wooden floor as he jumped on top of you. "But you still have way to go." A winsome smile on his lips as he brought his bokken against your chest. The way his body felt against yours was enough to make you blush, your heart pounding so hard that it felt as if you were about to have a heart attack.

After a minute had gone by, Takasugi pulled himself up, his bokken in hand while he moved back towards the sword stands. Putting it back in place, he kept his back turned against you the entire time, avoiding your stare. Perhaps it was for the best that he didn't see how flustered you were, you thought to yourself as you watched him walk towards the door. Instead of leaving, he stood still for a moment as if he was silently contemplating something.

"Take this. Zura made it." Before you could answer, he was gone, leaving nothing but two onigiri to stand where he once did.

The image of his face reappeared in your brain while you munched on the onigiri, yet this time a light red tint was staining his cheeks, one that made you wonder whether he'd blushed while leaving this behind or, whether it was all a figment of your imagination. Whatever it was, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Besides, the onigiri was delicious.

The next day, you found yourself standing before Shouyou sensei and the rest of the students, idle chattering going back and forth between them while they waited for practice to begin. You spotted Takasugi and Katsura standing by the door, Takasugi briefly glancing over at you while they conversed. You raised your hand to wave at him hesitantly, yet he turned away in an instant. Sighing, you turned your attention back to Shouyou. It wasn't a first for him to be acting moody, yet all you wanted to do was thank him, for the food and for the sparring. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be standing there again, you would have given up.

"Alright, gather up now. Gin, how would you like to fight Nishimoto-"

"Sensei. Let me fight him, please." The words came out of your mouth before you had a chance to realize what you were saying. Its gonna be fine, you reassured yourself as you walked to the center of the dojo. Everyone was looking at you yet this time, you didn't feel as scared.

"Very well. Y/N, you can go first." Stepping out of the way, Shouyou sensei moved to the far back, making space for you and Gintoki. The boy seemed half asleep, his hair all tangled up and his lids half closed as he made his way towards you.

"Still here? Why can't you quit already, this is so bothersome." He said while yawning.

"I won't quit just because you said I should. I'd much rather keep holding onto this blade until I can defeat you." You weren't going to back down this time. Even when your hands were slightly shaking as you grabbed your bokken, there was no going back. If you could stand your ground against Takasugi, then you surely could do so against Gintoki.

"Can't be helped I guess. Let's get it over with, I haven't even had breakfast today." Gintoki went on, patting onto his stomach. Even now, he was still underestimating you.

Clenching your fists tighter around the bokken, you moved closer to him, assuming a fighting stance. Blinking slowly, the boy let out another yawn before raising his own sword, aiming it at you. The look on his eyes was the same as the one he had yesterday, a fact that only increased your motivation as you took a step forward, making the first move. Gintoki was able to parry your hit, yet you didn't give him a chance to breathe, going for another hit as soon as your blades crossed. To your surprise, he was barely able to counter that one, slightly staggering as he lowered his bokken against yours.

"Not bad." He exclaimed, fending you off while he took a step back. You didn't care for his petty acknowledgments now, all you cared about was defeating him.

Again, you closed the gap between you, your sword flying at him only to cross his again and again, the hollow sound of wood hitting wood with each clash. Your practice with Takasugi was proving to be quite valuable, considering how before you weren't able to reach as far while fighting Gintoki. Still, you were reaching your limits, your arms slowly growing stiff as you kept attacking him, yet this time you couldn't find an opening no matter how hard you looked for one. Even when you could keep up with him, there was no way to defeat him, something you came to realize once his sword hit your stomach, forcing you to the ground.

"It's rude to make someone sweat so much before having breakfast." Gin exclaimed as he walked towards you, his bokken pointing at your body. "Sensei, can I go now?" He shifted his attention to Shouyou, letting his bokken drop onto the ground beside you, once again not bothering to hear sensei's answer, not bothering to give you another look. You had failed again.

Although you could hear Shouyou's reassuring voice in the background, telling you that you did well, your eyes stayed glued at Gin's back as he left the dojo. Why couldn't he say one good word to you already, goddamn it. Why couldn't he acknowledge your effort? You had worked so far, you had reached so far, yet he, he...

Your tears stung your eyes as they fell down your cheeks, making you lose your train of thought. It was pathetic to be crying in front of everyone yet you've had enough, you couldn't take it anymore. Even though you had lost, the fact that he had once again turned his back on you hurt more than any kind of wound he'd ever inflict on your body.

"Gintoki!" Takasugi's shriek snapped you out of your thoughts as the boy ran towards the door, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. Blinking your eyes, you saw Katsura running behind him, the two boys going after Gintoki. Before you could think things through, your body moved on its own, getting up on both legs as you dragged your feet behind them.

Once you were out of the dojo, you looked around, yet they were nowhere to be found. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. What was that all about, you wondered, unable to figure out what was going on. You kept on walking, circling around the area until you heard muffled voices coming from behind the trees. Moving past them, your eyes located the three boys; Takasugi having pushed Gintoki onto the ground while Katsura kept pulling at his sleeves.

"Stop fighting already! If Y/N knew you were fighting over her, she would-" Over... me?

"Cut the mediation, Zura, let him have at it. Taking it out on me is all he can do, it's not as if he'd be able to ever tell her." Tell me what? The more you listened to their conversation, the more you wanted to interfere yet somehow you found yourself glued in place.

"Gintoki" Takasugi growled, lowering his punch at the boy's face. "At least I'm not humiliating the girl I like in front of everyone." The girl he... what?!?

Only after all three had turned to face you, did you realize that you had gasped out loud, unable to hide your surprise. Did Takasugi like you? Did Gintoki like you?

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Katsura asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he looked at you. Still, you couldn't face him, your eyes going between the two boys who were still lying on the ground. Gintoki's lips were slightly parted, blood running from his lower lip while Takasugi looked at you wide eyed, his cheeks flushed red and his hair all messed up.

"I..." What could you possibly say? You were finding yourself at loss for words, in spite of the questions rushing through your brain. "Is it true?" You asked in a quiet voice, disbelief written all over your face.

"Is what true?" Katsura played dumb, pretending as if the scene you had witnessed had never occurred, when it most definitely had. "If you mean about Takasugi and-" Before he could go on, Takasugi got up, tugging at the boy's sleeve as he dragged him away. Looking at them over your shoulder, you could see Takasugi lowering his head while Katsura kept looking back, protesting at the boy's actions.

"That idiot Takasugi." Gintoki's voice forced you to turn around, watching as him get back on his feet. His clothes were muddied up, leaves stuck in his silver hair from all the struggle. Once he was up, he looked away from you, spitting blood onto the ground. "Tch, I'll make him pay as soon as I-"

"Is it true?" You repeated your question, this time directing it at him. Instead of answering your question, Gintoki shook the dirt off his clothes, making his way past you, completely ignoring you.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not going to answer you on empty stomach. Come, you are buying." Having no other choice, you reached a hand inside your pocket, feeling a handful of coins underneath your fingertips. At the very least you could afford his portion. Letting out a sigh, you went after him, following him through the woods to the streets of Edo.

Fortunately enough, Gintoki chose a dango stall that wasn't too far away from Shoka Shonjuku. He was considerate enough not to go for something too expensive, you thought to yourself as you watched him munch on his dango stick. Holding onto yours, you could barely force a bite down, the knot in your throat being enough to suffocate you.

Once he had eaten, he threw the stick onto the ground, sucking on each of his fingers to clean them off. The two of you had stayed in compete silence the entire time, the sounds of the city being the one thing to keep you company.

"So?" You were the first to break the silence, unable to contain your own curiosity.

"For a girl, you are such an eyesore." Gintoki stated, annoyance hindering his voice. "Even Zura could make a better girl if he wanted to."

"Did you call me all the way here to insult me?" Ignoring your question, he went on. "Just look at you. What kind of girl is covered in bruises? Whose girl's hands are full of blisters from sword fighting?" He paused momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows as he inspected your face closely. Hesitantly, he reached out to you, placing a hand near your forehead, grazing a bruise with his fingertips. You weren't even aware of that one, most likely it was the result of your recent sparring.

"Y/N, why can't you live life like a normal girl? Why do you have to fight with us, what is it that you want to protect?"

"Because I... I want to beat you." Your answer was enough to catch even you by surprise. If anyone had asked you the same question in the past, you would have listed tons of reasons; because you didn't want to live an average girl's life, because you didn't want to get married off, because you wanted to protect the people around you, your own country, even. Yet when he asked, all you could think was him, how much you had worked to beat him, how much you had struggled just to hear a single compliment from his lips. As long as he acknowledged you, nothing else mattered, as long as he did that one thing, his constant teasing was something you could tolerate.

The boy studied your expression, as if he was trying to see right though you. Eventually, he turned away from you, his attention falling back to the busy road before you. Although you couldn't be sure, you could have sworn you caught glimpse of his smug smile. "You don't need to beat me to prove your worth to me. In fact... you already have beaten me a long time ago."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you hear what Zura said?" Your eyes were wide open as you looked at him, too nervous to say a single word to him. Peering at you with his maroon orbs, he scoffed. "Are all girls as dense as you are?"

"I... I like you." His words pierced right through your heart, echoing through your head. It was hard to believe what he was saying, considering how he'd never done anything other than tease and humiliate you, yet somehow, you could tell that his words were genuine. The way your heart begun to beat faster, the way you felt the dango tumbling through your stomach was enough proof of that.

"So... you don't hate me?

"Hate you?" He repeated your words while chuckling. "Don't be so stupid."

"Then why did you do all these things? Why were you so mean to me?"

"Because, I wanted you to give up. And if it wasn't for that shithead Takasugi, you would have. In reality, no one likes to see the girl they like all bruised up. No one likes to see them wield a sword for no reason. I don't know what or whom you want to protect but let me do that for you. What I'm saying is... Y/N, let me protect you."

His words had left you dumbfounded. You didn't know what to say, how to answer him, you didn't even know how to feel about all that. Only minutes ago, you had considered Gintoki to be your biggest rival, yet now he had spoken to you about his feelings, feelings you would have never guessed he had. Even if all this was nothing more than kid's talking, his confession was enough to make you waver. You had never considered things in such a manner, to you Gintoki, Takasugi even, were only your classmates. Yet now that you were looking at things more clearly, perhaps it wasn't completely one sided. Perhaps behind all this frustration and competition, there had always been something more, something you couldn't properly identify at your age. Perhaps it wasn't victory that you sought, perhaps all you longed for was his approval.

"Gin..." You said his name out loud, yet you weren't entirely sure what to say to him. All you knew was that despite everything he had done for you, his words had filled you with an unfamiliar feeling, one that tiptoed between extreme happiness and even more extreme anxiety. Still, you had to let him know how his words made you feel, how he made you feel.

Gintoki scoffed once again, shaking his head dismissively as he got up. "We talked enough. It's time to go back before Shouyou sensei sends Zura to find us." Turning his back on you, he begun to walk away when you jumped forward, hands tugging onto his sleeve, forcing him to stop. The boy flinched, his eyes looking at your hands and then at your face. Gulping, you let go of him, wiping the sweat of your palms against your kimono as you felt your cheeks flush red. Once again, you found yourself unable to utter a single word, the sound of your heart being more than enough to distract you.

Suddenly, the boy reached forward, claiming one of your hands in his, forcing you to look up at him. Although his eyes looked as bored as ever, this time a shy smile was carved onto his lips, one that was meant for your eyes only. Instead of saying a thing, he just nodded, taking another step forward, only this time, your fingers were laced together as the two of you made your way back.

A/N: In other words, I gave in to creative freedom :p Had to somehow make Gintoki mean and I had to justify it kinda so yeah this is what I came up with. Hopefully it's decent, heh.

#gintama x reader #gintoki x reader #takasugi x reader #gintama request #somehow dont have the energy to add more tags #it's 5 am pls help me

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So my great-grandmother was superstitious and one of her beliefs was in you plucked one gray hair, three would grow back. So what if Bruno's wifey, who'd love to see him with gray hair, plucked his first one to excitedly show him, and now they're playing a game of chase because wifey wants to find more but Bruno doesn't want gray hair

Eyo Anon! It’s actually pretty cool since my mom has similar supersitions as well! She never liked us plucking her gray hairs since she thought they’ll multiply too! But my dad has other plans with the his gray hairs—he paid us 1 Peso for every strand we pluck out, so it became our favorite pass time when I was a kid XD

AND THE IDEA IS SO CUUUTE AAWWW <3 Imagine them having an all out war on that HAHAHAHAHAHA With that, I give you: this little piece!

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Gray Hairs

(Bruno Madrigal x GN!Reader)

If there was anything that would describe Bruno Madrigal, it would be superstitious. It’s a known fact in the family. Even the whole town knows about his superstitious rituals!

It was just like any other day; swaying palms, clear skies, and a nice summer’s breeze had lulled Bruno into a peaceful slumber on a hammock just outside the Casita. It’s been so long since he had a proper siesta, and what other time than to enjoy the lazy afternoon when Julieta has so graciously offered to take the kids to help her with the stall of healing remedies in the town square? It was rare for him to have spare time these days, especially when he and you were the designated babysitters for all the kids.

You had just arrived from hanging the sheets that you had meticulously laundered, carrying around an empty basket while wiping your damp hands to your apron. You had to stop, however, when you spotted your darling husband peacefully napping under the shade of palma de ceras—where the comfy hammock was tied on the barks while the summer draft swayed him to and fro. He was adorable in every means; his little snores, the way his nose scrunched when a few petals from a nearby tabebuia tickled him, and the way his normally fidgety hands were laid at rest on the side of his head like a makeshift pillow.

You decided to approach your husband quietly and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear when you noticed a streak of gray amidst his curls. You knew the both of you were growing old—thirty nine, to be exact—but to already have gray hairs at this age? Now that’s just a bit too early.

Just as soon as you had reached out to pluck the gray strand out, his eyes fluttered open. He looked confused. Dazed. It was understandable, really. He just came from a pleasant nap after all.

“Hola, tonto. Had a nice nap?” You asked cheekily. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Wha–what—? What are you doing?” He asked, confused. You chuckled and gave his cheeks a kiss, his stubble tickling your lips every so slightly. You heard him sputter out in surprise.

“Sorry if I woke you, but I didn’t know you were getting this old,” you laughed while plucking the strand from his head. He yelped and squirmed from his hammock, managing to tangle his arms and legs together in his haste to catch your retreating hands. He was proven unsuccessful with his attempts when he fell face first into the grass below. You remained undeterred while you waved around the gray strand with a grin, leaning your weight to the side with the laundry basket poised under your arms. “See? Getting old.”

“A gray—a gray strand?!” He exclaimed, clumsily rising to his feet. His ruana whipped around him with the intensity of his rising, but it soon backfired on him when he fell a second time. Whether it was because he stood too soon or because of his own clumsiness was beyond you. But you found it adorable nonetheless. He shuffled up his feet while using the hammock to balance himself (a wrong move, you noted. He was wobbilly all over) and leaned forward with furrowed brows. “And you—and you plucked it out?!”

“You’re only thirty-nine, amor. Way too early to have a gray strand. I just did you a favor.” You had to hold a snort when he gave you the most offended, most incredulous look on his face.

“No, no, no! I’m going to get more gray strands now that you plucked it out!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide and wild. Filled with a sudden sense of mischief, you felt yourself grin excitedly. You put the laundry basket down and raised the strand of gray hair eye level to you and Bruno while giggling.

“Can I look for more gray hairs? Please~?” He scrambled away from you and raised his arms in defense, covering his head with the hood of his ruana while he did so.

“No! Absolutely not! I don’t want any more gray hairs!”

“Oh hush, that’s just a myth! I wanna look for more gray hairs! Pleeeaase?”

“No!” With a panicked—almost scared—huff, he ran inside the Casita to escape your mischievous whims. He knew once you had your mind set, you were never going to let him go until you were satisfied. Despite the headstart Bruno had in this impromptu race for his life, you immediately chased after him while waving that one gray strand proudly around the air.

“Come on, amor! Pretty please? It won’t hurt a bit!”

“L-look, I love you and all, but I won’t let you pluck more!” He scrambled his way to the kitchen and stopped at the other side of the table. He positioned his arms ready at both sides, anticipating your next move. You mimicked his pose and stared him down determinedly.

“Don’t make me ask Casita to help me catch you!”

“Try me!” When you moved yourself a bit to the left, he immediately dove right. When you moved to the opposite side, he shuffled his way away from you. This process repeated for a ridiculous amount of times.

“Pleaaase? It would make me so happy if you just let me find more!” You tried to plead again. He shook his head and pulled his hood further down.

“If you continue plucking out my gray hairs I’d have a head full of it after!”

“That’s just a myth!”

“No it’s not!”

Needless to say, you had to rope the kids into your schemes to hold their tio down after dinner whilst you and your cute little niece and nieces plucked out gray hairs from Bruno’s head.

And he was not happy with it.

But seeing the grinning faces of his niece and nieces when they got a coin for every gray strand was worth the struggle.

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto bruno #we talk about bruno #disney #tio bruno #bruno my beloved #nelly answered #answered ask #writing prompt #bruno madrigal imagines

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