#if he’s reminded of the times he was looking at the stage; seeds of a bright dream budding & growing

[hooned]

riki when he saw a child engene in the crowd ⭐

#enhypen #enhypenet #*jelly's #nishimura riki #riki #his giggles when he saw the kid with his picket #the way he looked around coz he knew he was not allowed to jump off #but did it anyway #oh im so .... i love him so much oh my god #like i wonder if he sees himself in the eyes of every child in the crowd #if he’s reminded of the times he was looking at the stage; seeds of a bright dream budding & growing #i wonder if he looks at them & sees himself—both the past & the present—all at once #he's always so gentle towards child fans like #always looks at them with tenderness and loving eyes... he has so much love to give #oh riki you will always be loved by me

[thcfountain]

Dating Noah would include:

nsfw & fluff. mdni.

falling asleep so many nights while on the phone or facetiming with him. usually, Noah falls asleep first. The adrenaline of the stage performance and the exhaustion of the day take him long before you're ready to fall asleep. Sometimes, if he hasn't dropped the phone face down, you watch him sleep.

learning to clean better than you ever thought you could. He's very meticulous about the way things look and exactly how they're cleaned and eventually that rubs off on you. Spring cleaning is a huge event in your house (even if it doesn't always happen in spring.)

"What if I cleaned topless? I could be a top less maid," you tease as he cleans the walls.

"No, you have to take this seriously," he says and you know he's too focused on cleaning to register what you've actually said, but when it does sink in, he pauses. "Okay, actually I might like that. Especially if you wear a short skirt and bend over a lot."

planning trips in order to meet up with him for a night or two while they're on tour. You love to watch the band perform because seeing Noah succeed fills you with pride. Afterwards you two manage to squeeze into his bed on the bus and its cramped and uncomfortable yet the feeling of you petting his hair puts him to sleep immediately and it's the best sleep he gets in tour.

being inevitably lonely when he's gone. And he's gone a lot. It's hard at first and you two fight a lot in the beginning because you feel neglected and you feel shitty for feeling that way because he's doing what he loves and he feels shitty for making you feel shitty.

"I'll call you every night," he promises, because he already knows you're worth it. Knows he'd be an utter fool to lose you. And he keeps that promise, no matter how tired he is.

Noah manscapes. He's very vain about his appearance, but in such a way that he's vain specifically about how he views himself over how others view him.

"Did you shave a heart into your pubic hair?" you ask him after seeing him naked one day after he's manscaped. You think you'll die of laughter that day and he ends up joining you. Both of you laughing wildly at his silliness.

Going to sex shops together and picking out toys to try. Noah will try almost anything once, as long as proper research has been done into it and safe words and actions have been set. This doesn't necessarily mean he will end up liking everything you try and every toy you purchase, but it does mean that he trusts you and you are both growing sexually together, learning and setting new boundaries as you discover new things.

Noah has kinks. He absolutely does.

"I want you to sit on my cock while I game," he tells you one day. He's very strict in reminding you that you are there solely so your pussy warms his cock. Any time you squirm or get a little too excited, you feel his lips near your ear. "I told you to be still," he warns in that soft and domineering voice he sometimes takes on. When he tires of playing and when you're dripping all over his cock, he finally stops the game and fucks you.

-

"I want you to walk around with my cum in your panties," he tells you on another day. When he has your consent, you pull your panties down just enough for him to rub one out, cumming spurts into your panties and over your cunt. He loves knowing that you're walking around, underwear dirty with his seed.

-

You find him, a needy, whiny mess, hand on his hard cock as he begs to be filled by you. The strap you picked out together sits on the bed, waiting for you as he calls your name. He's such a good boy for you, he takes your silicone cock so well, lifting his hips in time with each thrust. You soothe him with kisses and praise afterwards, while you're cleaning his cum off his stomach.

going to the shelter together and adopting a cat. the cat is ancient and grumpy. an old man who's initially wary of you both and hisses any time you get too close. But one day you walk in on Noah in bed, blankets pulled around him almost like he's built a nest and the old cat is curled up on his chest, purring away.

"Take a photo," Noah whispers excitedly and you do. It becomes his wallpaper immediately and the cat, having found his person, becomes the snuggliest animal, especially when Noah is home.

Cooking together when he's home. There's something heart warming about being domestic together. The two of you moving around each other in the kitchen, in sync with one another as you make a meal to share.

Watching anime together, snuggled up as close as you can get as you binge watch full seasons together.

bragging about his success because when Noah succeeds, it fills you with excitement. He feels the same way for you and the two of you are each other's biggest fans, encouraging and supporting each other through every milestone.

stealing his clothes to wear, especially when you miss his scent. And you know that he also goes crazy, seeing you in just his shirt and your underwear. He likes the way you look in his things and you like the way you feel.

going to industry events together because if he can't get out of them, he's dragging you along.

getting along with his friends. Asking questions about culture and food since Nicholas is Cuban and Jolly is Swedish. Hearing Noah laugh as you try pickled herring sandwiches with Jolly and fish paste.

"Get your stinky fish mouth away from me!" He jokes, playfully running away from you as you try to kiss him with a mouth full of Swedish "Kaviar".

hearing snippets of songs before anyone else, watching him strum a guitar or write lyrics, bringing him and Jolly snacks and drinks as they produce the next album.

he has social anxiety and so when you're out to dinner together, he stares at you for help when his order is wrong or an item is missing. What would he do if you weren't there to tell the waiter that his mashed potatoes are missing?

learning to communicate better. He's trying to grow past trauma, to be a better person, and this means you are too and most importantly it means learning to communicate with each other. Not ever day is a good day and that's okay. You've both come far enough to understand that in order for things to work out, you have to communicate your needs and feelings, even when its hard.

"Can I have space?" you ask after a fight, knowing that you need time to cool down and collect your thoughts. "I'm feeling very overwhelmed and frustrated right now and I recognize that I am not able to communicate my thoughts properly."

He agrees and when you've both taken a step back and calmed down, you return. The problem is too much or too big, not when you both know that neither of you is working on it alone.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian imagines

[thedirtygridd]

THE LECLERC BROTHERS…SHARING IS CARING?

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content

Summary - Based on a request. You are dating Arthur Leclerc while on a Leclerc family holiday. You can’t keep your hands off each other….but it turns out Arthur isn’t the only Leclerc you have “feelings” for……

You were away on the annual Leclerc family holiday. You had been dating Arthur (Charles’ younger brother) for just a few months now

You were still in that stage of the relationship where you just wanted to fuck constantly. Everything he did turned you on, you couldn’t wait to get your hands all over him in bed later

And that’s exactly what you did.

That night, you made out and rubbed Arthur’s body , massaging his muscly back and biceps, sliding your hands all up his abs and over his chest

He entered you and began fucking you. He held his hand over your mouth, to try and block the groans you were making

You had to be quiet…you didn’t want Charles hearing. He was in the room next door

As Arthur fucked you, his manly hands covered your mouth and his fingers slid in and out, letting you suck on them as he thrusted his length cock inside you

You had been waiting for this fuck all day. On the holiday so far, you had got at it every night, and most mornings. You just couldn’t keep your hands off each other

You felt Arthur getting sweatier and sticker with every thrust. The weight of his muscly body on top of you, pressing down as he used your pussy, which was all his….

He suddenly hit your G-spot and caused you to cum violently. You couldn’t help but let out a huge groan…

You instantly regretted it. The moan surely had woken up Charles next door….

You blushed

“Fuck! Shhhh baby” Arthur reminded you

He continued to fuck you, but leant to the side and grabbed your used pair of panties that he had ripped off a few moments earlier

He pressed them up against his face while thrusting inside you, taking in your scent, and then stuffed them into your mouth as he continued

“That’ll keep you quiet” he added

He smirked and bit his lip while you felt his dick hardening more and more

His tongue licked your neck as you experienced another orgasm

But this time he was getting harder and harder….and you felt his dick about to explode

“Fuuuuuuck” Arthur groaned. A bit too loud for comfort

You felt his warm seed shoot inside your tight hole, splashing up on your walls. You felt every throb of his hard cock as he emptied his balls inside

You were completely filled to the brim with Arthur’s milk, and it felt so good

You had never been with a guy that shot so much as he came…it was a big turn on

Arthur lay down next to you, pulled the panties from your mouth, and gave you a kiss “fuck I love you” he said while kissing your lips

“I need to go to the bathroom” you responded

You thought you’d go clean yourself up a bit before coming back to join Arthur for some sleep

“I’ll only be a second” you said a you walked out the door

Arthur tucked himself in the covers as you walked out - he looked exhausted after your little workout

You walked down the corridor and opened the door to the bathroom, where you were shocked to find Charles….

“Shit I’m sorry!” You gasped as you opened the door on him

Charles was standing, fully naked, cock erect, while rubbing spit on his tip

“Shhh..come in quick” he said while holding his wet finger up to his mouth, hinting at you to be quiet

You couldn’t help but notice how similar Arthur and Charles’ bodies were. They both had a similar girth to their shoulders, similar chest and similar hard abs. Although charles’ looked a bit more defined

You closed the door behind you as you stepped into the bathroom, both of you standing there naked. Charles slowly jerking his cock

“I could hear everything. I heard my bro getting balls deep inside you” Charles announced

You blushed

But he continued “I was a bit jealous to be honest….I could show you a few things he probably doesn’t give you…who doesn’t want to try the more experienced older brother…” he smirked

He stepped towards you and kissed you on the neck before whispering “I know you want it” into your ear. He bit your ear and smothered his tongue down your neck

He slowly pushed you down onto your knees. You kneeler down below him, looking up at his hard cock dangling in front of your face

“Taste it” Charles prompted you

This felt so wrong, as you took a grip on his dripping cock with your hand, before slowly inserting him in your mouth

It felt so wrong….Arthur was literally next door sleeping…and you had just taken his brothers cock into your warm mouth

As you sucked him, it began to feel better and better. The fact it was so wrong, somehow made it so hot

You felt Charles harden even more in your mouth. You felt every throb, you felt his pre-cum ooze out as you aroused him more and more.

“Look up at me as you suck it” Charles demanded, while tilting your neck up to look him in the eyes.

You kept eye contact while he thrust in and out of your mouth, you felt him slide deeper and further down your throat as he stared you in the eyes

You had never noticed how enticing Charles’ eyes were. It felt so good to stare into his soul as you tasted the musky scent of his manly cock

“Fuck Charles…I want you bad….” You groaned as you slurped on his length

“Don’t worry you’re getting it…” Charles said while scooping you off your feet, he carried you and you grabbed hold of his muscly back as he held you

“Shhh” he reminded you as He opened the door and walked out the bathroom, down the stairs and outside

“Where are we going?” You asked Charles as you both walked outside naked, into the garden of the villa.

He lay you down on the grass outside, beside the pool

He positioned himself on top of you and slowly slipped his cock up and down over your clit before entering you

“We can fuck like animals out here, and nobody will know” he reminded you as he began thrusting harder and harder inside

You felt him push Arthur’s come around your tight walls as he fucked you

“Mm so fucking wet” Charles added

Arthur’s cum definitely helping to act as a good lube as Charles stretched out your walls

Charles fucked you harder than his brother. This was less loving, and more animalistic. It was pure lust for each other

Charles used his fingers to open your mouth before he spat down inside. A bit string of his spit dripping down into your mouth as he fucked you

You felt your back rubbing on the grass, getting slightly dirty as you fucked.

You felt so wild

Charles was now dripping with sweat. Fucking outside, away from all air conditioning, in the warm summer nights….you smelt his armpit getting muskier with every thrust

You enjoyed the smell. This was just pure man and woman outside, alone. Pure fucking.

You wondered what Arthur might thing….

But before you could feel too guilty, Charles had repositioned you on top of him. He lay down, his back on the grass, as you began to ride him

You wanted to surprise him with how dirty you could be as you rode his hard Length.

You placed both your hands around his thick neck, as much as you could. Your hands were so small, and his neck so thick, that it was hard to fully get a grip. But you attempted to choke him as you rode him

You dug your nails in as you grabbed him. You felt him harden as you did it.

You had fully taken him by surprise

“Open wide Charles” you demanded

You built up a long, stringy ribbon of spit before letting it slip out your mouth

You watched as it entered his, down onto his tongue. You couldn’t believe how wild this was getting

Some of your spit had landed on his stubbly chin, but you just brushed your fingers through it and let him suck it off you

Charles’ finger soon got very keen as you rode him. You felt it enter your ass as he fucked your pussy

The feeling of him penetrating both your holes simultaneously instantly made you cum

Squirting out all over his sweaty abs

“Fuck I’m so turned on right now” Charles complimented you as he thrusted

He flipped you back down under him, your hands smothering his sweaty, and now muddy, muscly back. The feeling of his sweat, together with a little bit of dirt on his muscles as your rubbed him, made you feel so wet

This was such a primal fuck, out in the open, in the natural environment of the garden

You could tell Charles was now getting close

You felt like you had the hardest, thickest object ever inside you

And then as Charles stated you in the eyes, you felt him release his load

His milk spraying inside you. You both let out a groan in deep pleasure as he climaxed, and you lay there…feeling another Leclerc fill you up

Two Leclercs in one day….

Charles pulled out after he deposited his seed inside you.

You thought about his and Arthur’s cum mixing together inside you

“Shit that was hot” Charles responded, while picking you up again

“We’re a bit dirty” he added

You could see his back was covered with dusty mud from the grass, made worse by the sweat he had been giving off

“Let’s rinse it off” Charles continued with carrying you, before jumping into the pool with you

You let out a scream as you both splashed in the pool

You both played around, splashing water at each other, forgetting that the rest of the family were only a few metres away in the villa…including your boyfriend….

Charles held his hands on your ass while making out with you in the pool.

You felt his warm tongue sliding up and down yours. You both traded even more spit as you kissed

You felt Charles was hard again…and before you knew it….he was back in you. But this time….in your ass

He pushed you up against the pool wall while stretching out your tight ass

The feeling….painful at first , soon became immensely pleasurable

He stretched you out while fucking you

You quietly let him thrust in and out of you in the pool….

You sucked on his neck. Biting him too. You made a huge hickey on his thick neck as he shoved his length inside

It didn’t last long….you felt so tight for him….he soon exploded inside you again. Filling up yet another hole with Leclerc seed.

When he had finished you told Charles you needed to go back up now….

You had no idea how long you had been

As you stepped out the pool, Charles spanked your arse as you left

You turned around and rolled your eyes , while smirking at this incredible man. You had never experienced such a primal, lustful man

You spread your ass cheeks apart as you walked away from him, teasing him more. You felt some cum drip down your thigh as you did it

You knew how much he would enjoy the sight of you

You entered the villa once again and quietly went back into your room. You noticed Arthur was now sleeping.

You slipped in besides him, your hair still wet from the pool. Your pussy and ass still wet and used after his brother

He subconsciously noticed you had returned and wrapped his thick arms around you

You lay there wondering what the hell had just happened.

You had just been fucked by both Leclercs….you had cheated on your boyfriend with his brother….yet you didn’t feel that guilty….

You still just felt so aroused, as you slowly touched yourself, rubbing your clit, thinking about your Leclerc boys……….

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #pierre gasly #pierre gasly smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #lando norris #lando norris smut #george russell #formula one #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x y/n

[genshxn]

Hii!!​ I saw your requests are temp open for small requests! Can I request the alphabet game for Scaramouche/Wanderer? With the letters X, O, A? Thank you so much!!

ay btw they’re still open for now :]

here’s the big ole list (be warned some of the stuff might not be too good lol)

x —

(i.e. how he smooch)

this one’s highly dependent on his emotional state and how flustered he is, as well as the stage the relationship is at. i still stand by the headcanon that if he gets too wound-up, he’ll just buffer and be unable to respond (also running the risk of him crashing). so if you manage to successfully catch him off-guard with a kiss (good luck), then his internal processing will tank.

if you’re especially new into the relationship and you have the confidence to do that, there’s a non-zero chance you will have to reboot him. if he was feeling brave, then he’d try and return it another time, if not right away. the whole process involves a lot of blushing and notably quick pecks, more than anything.

once you’re well into the relationship, however, then you get to see a whole new side of him. every time he’d kiss you, you could feel him brimming with confidence—in himself and your love for him. he knew you liked it, especially when he’d have a hand elsewhere on you to draw you closer to him. if he gets jealous somehow, you might find yourself starved of breath while he holds you against his lips for longer than normal. just a reminder that you’re his and he’s yours <3

o —

(i.e. how official is it?)

oh, it’s official, but scaramouche is not the type to tell people about your relationship. simply because he doesn’t see the need in doing so, and neither do you. he will mention it to people he trusts (of which are few and far between), but he treats it like it’s common knowledge. for example, he might’ve been talking to nahida about a particular dish she mentioned. “ah yes, i tried to feed it to (y/n), but then they got too embarrassed when i was doing it which ended in them spilling it all over themself. so yeah, it’s messy.”

nahida then just looked at him like ಠ_ಠ, to which he was like “oh yeah, we’re dating btw. have been for over a year now.” and thus proceeded the nahida inquisition about the relationship. he was sparse on the details, as per your agreement. but more than happy to (smugly) divulge the details that left nahida with the seed of a love for gossip.

someone could watch you two for long enough and figure out you’re in a relationship with how much casual contact scaramouche makes, like resting his chin on your shoulder (his favourite), leaning on you, or simply having your hands atop each others when you sit together. you both agreed you wouldn’t talk about it much, but if people know, then they know. there’s no need for lies when you can simply obfuscate the truth.

a —

(i.e. how awkward can it get?)

at the beginning, you two were like middle schoolers with helpless crushes on each other, despite being an official pair, if only by the moon’s witness. so yes, there was a lot of awkwardness you both had to get over. he was probably the worse offender in that he’d get worked up over the smallest signs of affection you showed, still unable to believe that you not only liked him back, but wanted to also be with him. stammering mess solely by holding hands.

however, that was all before he had the confidence to apply his usual almost-smug demeanour to the relationship. once he got to that stage, it was all over for you. incessant flirting, surprise displays of affection, risqué whispers in public—you were going to blow up every single time. he loved your reactions. cute, he’d call them. it took a long time to work up your own confidence to be able to return what he gave.

and boy, can he sometimes not receive what he dishes out. once you started returning his words and actions, sometimes even springing them on him unprompted, it was like he was back to where he started: cherry-red faces, unintelligible stammering and overheating processors. he still has his moments where he has to recuperate before he can continue the line of teasing and flirting. just remember to have some concept of a stop-button before you try and force the other into red-faced submission.

#i underestimate how much i can ramble lol #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #fluff alphabet

[fallinginaforrest]

SPOILER WARNING FOR WORKIN BOYS, I BREAK DOWN MY FAVOURITE SHOTS. SPOILERS WILL BE HERE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Okay here's my opinion:

Curt being the DP for Workin' boys is the best thing that coulda happened to it. There are so many choices that were made during filming that just absolutely heighten the level of comedy. It's shot like a Mockumentary almost? The shakycam and the randomized movement? As someone who wrote a Mockumentary last year, I can only dream of pulling off a film like this.

A couple things I wanna point out:

-the minuscule push in on Hidgens when he realises he won the workshop competition feels very office-ey.

-the cut back to MK's amused face had me WHEEZING

-the pan over to Paul as be reminds Hidgens to remember the changes

-"apparently a musical about six men bonding on a football field isnt 'of the times..."'etc, this line right here felt like a talking head, I appreciated it.

-those time cards eg: "Rehearsal #2, 28 days until opening" lent itself so much to the documentarian feel of it.

-"wow, what an auteur", not a camerawork comment but I appreciate the joke for all of the film and theater theory studiers

-the "rehearsal montage" I love a good meta joke.

-even in this montage, the camera is never really onstage. At all. Like, it's always situated off to the side or in the audience, and then zoomed in, the documentarian is trying to capture all of the action on stage instead of trying to make us feel immersed in the rehearsal process. We're not really aligned with any of the characters, we're an audience, and we better stay that way. For our own sake.

-and then this dynamic totally changes, and shifts away from the mockumentary feel

-but I'll get to that in a second

-henry is almost always by himself in the shot. I think the one of the only other times that the entirety of another character's face is seen alongside Henry's (I mean, both faces are CLEAR and uncovered in the shot) is in the two shot of him and Paul's stage manager in the rehearsal montage. He is totally singular in his experiences with this show! He is not one of these girls, if anything he is opposed to them. And this becomes clearer later, but it's a nice seed to sow, establishing that he is not in a collaborative mindset at all. The only other time I can think of is him and Zoey behind the curtain, even then, the only time both of their faces are actually IN the shot is when they're behind all the workin' girls. There's probably more but ykwim.

-also the sheer number of times that Henry is off centre in the shot with just a bunch of space surrounding him.

-okay after "two week notice" or whatever tf that song is called (Kim sounds amazing as always) is when the style shifts. It feels less like a mockumentary and more like this sort of voyeuristic peek into Henry's psyche. I LOVE IT.

-the fact that he is never shown in the shot with the workin' boys! It makes you absolutely feel like he is just talking to the air around him (this is hatchetfield so who knows, either way its unsettling)

-we get aligned with ruth, for the first time, we see the audience from the perspective of a character, not just from a stage POV

-the camera roll!! We don't get a full rotation but we feel dizzy and unsettled when we look at ruth, which is exactly how she feels!

-camera roll close up on Zoey. Uncomfortable, unsettling! Rests in a canted angle before continuing to roll on Hidgens! Who is centered in a low angle shot! We don't see the axe until he brings it up to his face! He is not only in a position of power here, but revealing the axe only when Henry makes it clear he is gonna kill them makes it clear that he calls the shots! We've departed from the Mockumentary style completely, as if this was never a documentary to begin with, more like we're flies on the wall or spirits in the theater or omniscient eldritch beings... anyway-

-long shot of Henry dragging zoey's body, no footage of them being killed, aligns us with the audience

-our friend the camera is getting shakey again, the chaos is in the process of ensueing

-THE PULL OUT SHOT OF GRACE WITH THE GUN. I GASPED. I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND I GASPED. Fun fact on my first watch I thought this was a dolly shot but I dont think y'all are fitting a dolly on the Hudson theater main stage steps, and also the distance is too short so it must have been a pull out. It was REALLY SMOOTH.

-notice, when grace quotes the bible, we are EVER SO SLIGHTLY looking up at her. It gets progressively more obvious the further she gets into the line, but she has the power now. Somehow she always ends up with the fuckin' power, maybe I should convert to christianity smh.

-shakeycam is back again baby!

The creative minds put so much love and care into Hatchetfield, and you can tell that every project is a passion project. People know starkid primarily as a theater company, and that's great and all, but in reality it's an Avenue for all kind of creatives to not only have the opportunity to create all kinds of amazing things, let alone theater, but also have a way to show people. It's moved past being a theater company, with things like Starkid returns and Workin' boys, it's more like a production collective, and it feels like the beginning of a new era. Not only in terms of broadening the way that they Express themselves and be creative, but also in terms of finding a new niche in the industry. Finding a new, wider audience. Because yeah, you're always gonna have people that dislike the new media you produce, for nostalgia's sake or whatever, but beyond that, there are going to be be people that absolutely love what you have to offer. There's no point in trying to revert back to the way it was before, or trying to cater specifically to an audience from an era gone by. How do you grow as an artist if you're always thinking in the past? Starkid is moving in a new direction. The next musical is likely not going to be hatchetfield, but I dont even mind because it's going to be new. New is always good, and Starkid has a bright future.

TL;DR @curtmega you're a literal genius, and starkid is TOTALLY AWESOME

#workin boys #workin boys spoilers #starkid #hatchetfield #curt mega #team starkid #henry hidgens

[yellowkitkieran]

Afterglow (Martin Odegaard)

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Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Based loosely on ‘Afterglow’ by Taylor Swift. Requested by anonymous.

Babe, you need to see this. I'm sorry. 

The second you read the message from your best friend, your heart stutters. A link comes through seconds later. Your hand shakes as you click on it and an article fills your screen. The article brings your world crashing down before you read anything past the headline. It shows your boyfriend Martin laughing with a pretty blonde woman, one hand on her hip and the other holding hers as they walk out of a nondescript building. By all accounts, it looks damning.

A fire lights in your belly, one born of jealousy rage. How dare he? After everything he'd promised you? Who does he think he is? A million questions swirl in your mind, most of them barbed and accusatory. You glance at the clock, silently thankful that Martin should be there any second and you don't have to stew on this for long. 

Everything inside you wants to smash the photos in your flat until Martin's face is nowhere to be found. Three years down the drain for what was probably a fling. It isn't your fault you don't want to fuck as much as he does! That's probably all it was too; just sex, a replacement for what you couldn't always give him. And it stings to know he'd gone and found that somewhere else. 

You hear his keys outside your front door. Mentally drawing up your walls, you remind yourself to stand strong as it swings open. "Søta? I'm- oh hey. I missed you today."

Where Martin's voice is soft, yours is hard as stone. "Oh, did you? Are you sure you aren't mistaking me for that blonde you're fucking on the side?"

All color drains from Martin's face in an instant, which tells you all you need to know. "What do you mean? I'm not- you're my one and only, you know that!"

And now he has the audacity to lie to your face. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're really gonna stand there and pretend like I don't know what's going on? I saw the article Martin!"

"What article?" Martin rakes a nervous hand through his hair, voice raw and confused but you don't care. "Søta I swear-"

"Don't call me that!" You shove at Martin's chest with all your strength, breaking the loose grip he has on your arms. You feel like a cornered stallion, bucking and kicking because your heart is beating so wildly you can't hear anything over its roar in your ears. 

"The evidence is right here," you say, shoving your phone in his face. "Are you gonna tell me this photo is fake? Staged? 'Martin Ødegaard caught out and about with a new girl'? How do you think that makes me feel, that I have to find out about this through my friend? I'm an idiot!"

Martin made a promise that he would never, ever hurt you, and now he's done the worst possible thing you can do to another human. You trusted him with your fragile, taped together heart that you feared had been broken one too many times to be functional. But he had nurtured you, planted seeds of affection and helped you learn what real love looks like. Now he's ripped the rug out from under you and left you damaged. 

Martin stands stoic in the face of your hurricane of emotion. His eyes are red rimmed but other than that, he shows nothing on his face. "It's not true," he whispers, pleading with you to believe him. "You have to know it's not real. You know I would never do something like that."

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, "I can't listen to your excuses Martin. Please go."

Martin's face crumbles like your heart. He reaches for you but you step away, unwilling to let his touch bend your perception of events in his favor. One touch and you'll be done- your confidence will dissolve and you'll fall into his arms and let him hurt you again and again.

"I love you."

Your hands fly up to your ears like a child, protecting yourself from his words. You squeeze your eyes shut. You try to block out the way you can still feel him standing a few feet from you. When you finally open them some minutes later, Martin is finally gone. A folded slip of white paper sits on the floor where his feet were, but you don't touch it. 

The best thing you've ever had is gone, and you're afraid you'll never find something so sweet again. 

*********

Søta can we please talk?

I miss you.

Please just let me explain, I swear it isn't what you think it is

You refuse to respond to a single one of Martin's messages. You've been ignoring them for days and they have begun to pile up in your inbox, and still you refuse to touch them. You remain firm in your position that he'd done you wrong, that damning photo splashed across tabloids everywhere. He'd embarrassed you- how hard was it to break up with someone before moving on?

There's one singular image of Martin that comes out of Arsenal's training all week. He isn't looking at the camera but his posture alone is enough to tell you how heavy his heart is. You hate seeing him like that, despite everything. It isn't like your love for him evaporated; you still feel the same for him and seeing him so blue hurts.

Something constricts in your chest and for the first time in six days, and after much internal debate, you allow yourself to search for his name on Instagram. 

And it's then that you see her post explaining the story. It's a short reel and your curiosity gets the better of you- why would Martin choose her over you, the woman he claimed to love until the end of time? 

"Hey guys, I just wanted to hop on and address those images of me and Martin Ødegaard that have been circulating online. First and foremost, nothing happened! I literally fell flat on my face seconds before that as we were coming out the door- he was helping me walk in those stupid tall heels that I shouldn't have been in the first place. 

"I swear that's all it was- we both had photo shoots in the same building that day and he'd stopped to help me because I was struggling. I hadn't even met him before that day, and the only reason I know who he is, is thanks to everyone online!"

You lock your phone and set it on the table, completely stunned. Oh, you'd fucked up big time. Leaving your phone behind you grab your keys and your jacket, heart pounding as you rush out the door. 

You have to see him. You have to set things right. 

You make it to his house in record time. The weather must pick up and feed off your mood because just as you pull up the skies open up, rain pouring down from a suddenly cloudy sky. 

"Fuck it, let's go," you mumble to yourself, hopelessly holding your hands over your head as you run for his door. You knock frantically, praying he's home. You hadn't stopped to check what day it is- was he at recovery? Training? Was it a match day-

The door swings open and you're greeted by an exhausted looking Norwegian. Martin drums up a half smile, shifting his weight to his right foot, "Hey."

Seeing him now, everything comes crashing down. You should've let him speak before just barreling ahead. It wasn't right for you to shut him out the way you had. He deserved a chance to defend himself and you'd been so terrified of being hurt that you'd jumped to conclusions. 

You throw your arms around his neck and pull him out into the rain for a fierce hug, not caring that you're soaked to the bone. You bury your face in his shoulder as he instinctively soothes a hand over your back, unsure what was happening but hating seeing you upset all the same. 

"Shh søta it's alright… what's happened? Do you want to come inside?"

You pull back to look up at him, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of his head. "No- Martin I'm so sorry for everything. I should've let you speak instead of just accusing you of something I knew you wouldn't ever do. And I know you probably can't forgive me but I'm gonna do my best to earn it as best I can."

Martin smiles and brushes your sopping hair off your forehead. The tenderness in the gesture carries the weight of a thousand words and instantly you feel lighter. "I was never upset with you, and there's nothing to forgive. I don't blame you for reacting the way you did. I'm just glad you're here now… but I am gonna take you inside before you get sick and I have to take care of you."

You smile, silently grateful for him and the fact that the rain hides your tears. "I love you Mar, I'm glad you were home. I didn't really have a plan, I just knew I needed to speak with you."

Martin takes your hand and leads you inside before he says anything else. "You know where the spare key is anyway. I wouldn't put it past you to wait here and ambush me when I finally did get home." Martin kneels in front of you, allowing you to hold his shoulder for balance while he takes off your wet shoes and sets them aside. Then he starts on your jeans, unbuttoning them and working them down your legs, though the wet denim provides a challenge, "also, let's just put this all behind us okay? I want to forget it ever happened."

Standing before him half dressed, you smile at the man in front of you. No one has ever knelt before you, and certainly no one has ever looked at you the way Martin is now. His face is open and vulnerable, a beautiful sight to behold as rainwater drips down his cheeks and off his chin to dot the carpet under your feet. You place your hand on his jaw and guide him to his feet, pulling him in for a wet kiss as his hands find your hips.

"Just say you love me," you murmur against him, his warmth warding off the cold from your soaked skin. 

"I love you," he whispers into your mouth. "And I think we need a warm shower."

You pull back to search his expression, trying to determine his mood. "Together?" You ask tentatively, because you're not ready to be apart from him just yet.

Martin offers you a cheeky grin and grabs your bum, "together. Definitely together."

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[satans-helper]

Make It Better

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Josh Kiszka

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: slash & smut, people!! Blowjobs! Also some blood (non-sexual). 18+ only~

Inspired by Danny kissing Josh's hand during the Cleveland show (and what a show that was!) and, of course, Halloween. Hope you enjoy ;)

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“You sure you wanna start carving them now?” Danny asked Josh, who was gleefully cradling two pumpkins in his arms from the porch. Danny was holding the front door open for him, letting the crisp, cold breeze momentarily waft into the house. 

“Jake and Sam can do theirs whenever,” Josh answered. He heard–and felt–Danny following his steps as he went through the hall and into the dining room. With a little huff, he set the pumpkins down on the ratty old tablecloth they’d both laid out for the event. “It’s not our fault they’re stuck on interview duty today.”

“I don’t know,” Danny remarked, leaning against a chair. “Carving pumpkins seems like just as much work. Maybe more.”

Josh looked up with a little smile. “This is supposed to be fun, Daniel. Come on, where’s your Halloween spirit?”

Danny sat down, spinning one of the pumpkins around in front of himself. “Play ‘Monster Mash’ and I’ll get into it.” 

Josh laughed. “Sure, fine by me.” He started to sing the words, mimicking the silly voice of the original song, as he meandered into the kitchen, phone in hand. Soon enough the real thing was playing from a speaker, hopefully truly getting Danny to perk up–whenever Sam was out of the picture even for a little while, it was like a little of Danny’s energy was gone with him. Josh could relate though. Whenever his twin was absent, he felt a little emptiness in the pit of his stomach. But he was happy to have some one-on-one time with Danny. That didn’t happen very often. Not to mention none of them had actually carved pumpkins since they were literal children–this was going to be fun.

“What’s yours going to be?” he asked as Danny sliced the top off his pumpkin, Josh following suit with an enthusiastic sawing motion. Using knives was always a good time as far as he was concerned. 

“I was thinking of trying to make it look like Sam’s drunk face,” Danny told him with a laugh. “But I don’t know if I have the skills. We’ll see.”

Josh laughed too. “That’s a good idea. Maybe I should make my pumpkin look like Jake’s guitar face.” 

“Put these two pumpkins together and it’s basically Jake’s ass,” Danny said, smirking to himself; Josh cackled in return. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Then Danny stood up and leaned over the table, hand disappearing into the pumpkin. “Ugh, this feels disgusting. Why the fuck are we doing this again?”

Josh did the same and, yeah, it was pretty gross. So cold and slimy, the seeds slippery between his fingers. “We’re bonding,” he reminded Danny, who was still so immersed in the pumpkin guts that Josh wasn’t even sure what he’d said had been registered. He and Danny slopped handfuls of pumpkin guts onto a platter together, as in sync as they all were on stage.

“Sam will probably want the seeds,” Danny said, reaching back in as the Ghostbusters theme started playing. 

“Good. Nothing left to waste,” Josh replied, beginning to feel very focused on the task at hand himself. He really was going to try to carve Jake’s guitar face into the pumpkin. “We can compost the rest.”

Danny was even more quiet than usual, he quickly noticed, and Josh didn’t think it was just because they were immersed in jack-o-lantern carving. He wanted to ask about it–was there something bothering him? Was he just really not into this? Josh’s sudden onslaught of anxious thoughts broke his concentration and as he was bringing the knife down in a steep curve, it slipped and, in the blink of an eye, bright red blood was shining on the blade, down his hand and across the orange pumpkin. 

“Oh shit!” Danny jumped to action, wiping his hands on a towel as he rushed over to Josh, who was so stunned by his mishap that he was just staring at the shockingly grisly wound. “Wait a minute,” Danny instructed, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. When he returned, he was standing over Josh and wrapping his hand in a clean towel. 

“Oops,” Josh said, then hissed, suddenly conscious of the deep sting from the cut. “Ouch!” What a stupid thing to do, he thought, because not only did he ruin his hand, he ruined the pumpkin.

“Jeez, Josh, this looks bad,” Danny said, holding the dish towel around Josh’s bleeding hand snugly. “Do you think you need stitches?”

Josh waved that idea away with his uninjured hand. “No, no, I’m sure it’s fine. Let me see.”

Danny sighed. “Let’s go to the bathroom. We need to clean this.” 

So Josh let his friend take the lead. He sat down on the edge of the tub while Danny grabbed yet another towel, one of the black ones with little ghosts threaded in white that he and Jake had picked out just for this season, and wet it in the sink. Danny dropped to his knees in front of him and carefully unraveled the bloody towel from his hand, winching even more than Josh did as it happened. 

“See,” Josh began when his wound was revealed–a deep, long slash down the side of his hand, extending from the bottom of his thumb to just above his wrist. “I don’t need stitches.” 

“Okay, maybe not, but this looks bad,” Danny said softly. Josh was enamored with how tender he was. Maybe in another life, Danny would have been a doctor. Josh could see that. He sighed again, dabbing with the warm, wet towel. “Do you have any hydrogen peroxide here?” 

Josh tensed. “That’ll make it hurt more.”

“Just for a second. It’ll disinfect it,” Danny assured him, then took Josh’s other hand and pressed it over the towel. “Hold that.” He swiveled on his knees to open the cabinet beneath the sink–if nothing else, this allowed Josh a nice view of Danny bent over on his knees, ass in the air while he did his best to rescue Josh from a nasty infection. “Got it,” Danny proclaimed, shuffling back with a brown bottle in one hand and a bag of cotton balls in the other. He sat there frowning for a moment before saying, “We need bandages, too. Not the small ones. I gotta wrap it in something.”

“Maybe in the drawer?” Josh suggested, realizing he knew very little about the contents of his own bathroom. 

“Aha,” Danny said victoriously, tossing the roll of gauze at Josh’s feet. He sat right in front of him, opening the hydrogen peroxide and wetting a cotton ball with it. When he looked up, Josh’s heart fluttered at how genuinely apologetic and hurt Danny looked on his behalf. “Alright, yeah, it’s gonna sting. But it’s gonna help.” He took the wet towel away from Josh’s hand and held that bloody hand in his own. “Okay?”

Josh nodded. Danny doing this made it seem less daunting–he didn’t consider himself very afraid of anything, but physical pain was something he, like most people, always wanted to avoid. Causing himself further pain wasn’t something he was ever inclined to do. But Danny was gentle and reassuring, rubbing Josh’s wrist with his thumb as he dabbed the cut with the hydrogen peroxide, and just that small, simple, sweet action diminished some of the angry stinging that came with it. Then, with a dry part of the ghost towel, Danny dabbed some more until Josh’s hand felt dry again. Next came the gauze, which he wrapped carefully and skillfully around the wound, leaving Josh patched up as best either of them could do. Well, Josh thought, he actually didn’t do anything but sit there. 

“Better?” Danny asked, sitting back, resting his hands on Josh’s knees.

Josh thought about that question for a moment. Then he lifted his bandaged hand up to Danny’s face: “A kiss would make it better.” He was confident Danny would do it, and he did, but the way it happened made Josh’s breath catch in his lungs. Danny gingerly held his wrist, held it so delicately like he was made of glass, and the press of his lips was just as gentle and soft but so full of intent. It wasn’t a quick, silly gag to appease Josh. It was an earnest, lingering, passionate little kiss, and Josh felt faint for a moment.

“Now are you better?” Danny asked, still holding Josh’s hand.

“Yes, thank you, Danny,” Josh said, cheeks burning. He was also sure he now looked very flustered and he felt even more out of sorts when Danny straightened up, moving in close, and gave him a kiss on his forehead. 

“You scared me. Maybe you shouldn’t be around knives,” Danny told him, who was still too flabbergasted to laugh at the absurdity of that. Instead, Josh tried something he’d never done before, something that did actually scare him–he brought his good hand to the side of Danny’s face and leaned forward to kiss him right on the lips. Thankfully, Danny reciprocated, humming softly into the kiss and moving in even closer, their chests touching. 

Josh was the one to pull away, giggling with nervous energy. Maybe an excuse wasn’t necessary–in fact, he was still positive it wasn’t–but he said, “I don’t think my insurance covers this, so will that help?”

Danny smiled, his own face a little flushed. “I always wanna kiss you regardless of personal injuries.”

“Really?” Josh squeaked. Was that why he’d been so quiet earlier? Did Danny think about him like that when they were alone?

“Sure do.” In a feat of strength that baffled Josh, Danny began to get up, scooping him into his arms and carrying him out of the bathroom. Josh hooked one arm around Danny’s shoulders on the journey, heart pounding at this revelation. What exactly was happening here? Then Danny set him down on the couch and placed a bag of the candy they’d been sharing earlier in his lap. He sat down next to him, staying close and, with a gesture at the bag, said, “Doctor’s orders.” 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Danny,” Josh replied, popping a Dum Dum in his mouth, though he really wanted to do something else with his mouth. He paused when Danny cuddled up against him, pulling Josh’s legs over his own and looping his arm around his waist. 

“Wanna watch a scary movie?” Danny proposed, but the look in his eyes was saying something else. Josh was sure of it. 

“No, what the fuck!” Josh exclaimed, riled up and excited now that he knew Danny was so agreeable to him. He grabbed Danny’s shirt, drawing him further in, as he tossed the bag of candy to the floor with his other hand. “For fuck’s sake–I wanna make out with you.”

Another smile, but then Danny grabbed Josh’s wrist and slowly brought his bandaged hand down. “Just be careful of that,” he said, and Josh was about to protest, but then Danny was taking the sucker from Josh’s mouth and replacing it with his lips, then a little tongue, then a little teeth. 

Josh had thought about what it would be like to kiss Danny before. He was convinced there weren’t many people who encountered his beloved drummer that hadn’t. But actually doing it exceeded all of those brief fantasies–Danny was simply a good kisser. A great kisser, with a perfect mixture of tenderness and lust, matching Josh’s pace when it was easy and slowing him down when Josh got too hard and fast with it. Josh followed the doctor’s orders and was mindful of his hand, keeping it at his side and using the other to touch all over Danny’s upper body, feeling the heat and muscle beneath the pesky t-shirt while Danny’s own explored Josh’s body in tandem.

When Danny’s hand found his bulge, his cock growing harder with each kiss, a quiet moan slipped from Josh’s lips and over Danny’s. Danny moved back just enough to look down at his own hand cupping Josh’s dick through his pants, fingers gripping his length despite the barrier. Josh looked down too, already breathing hard, and wiggled his hips in encouragement. 

Meeting his gaze, Danny asked, “Can I go down on you?”

“What?” Josh asked, flabbergasted once more. They’d gone from carving pumpkins to sucking dick, apparently. What a world. 

Danny kissed him again before he asked, using the same explicit words Josh had been thinking, “Can I suck your dick?”

After he gave the green light, Josh learned that Danny was not only a good kisser but really good at giving head–a delightful, surreal surprise. Bare from the waist down, he squirmed and whimpered while Danny’s lips wrapped around his cock and his hands squeezed his thighs, spreading his legs wide enough to sink between. He made sure to keep his injured hand resting over his head, but his other was going wild in Danny’s hair, fingers tangling in the curls, brushing over his scalp, urging him to keep doing his magic. 

“Oh wow,” Josh said, eyes widening at the sight of Danny fumbling with his own fly to get his dick out. Josh almost asked to touch it himself, but Danny swallowed hard around him and he forgot that words existed at all. Danny was rocking his hips back and forth while he licked and sucked and jerked him off; Josh lifted his leg up higher to press it between Danny’s own, and then Danny dropped his hand to quite literally begin humping Josh’s leg. 

Wet sounds emanated from Danny’s hand while he stroked him, popping off to breathe. “Shit,” he muttered, resting his cheek on Josh’s stomach. “I thought about this, too.”

Josh gasped, astounded by these dreamy confessions. His hips bucked; he pushed his leg up harder against Danny’s cock. “More, Danny, please,” he pleaded, fitfully fussing with Danny’s hair again. “Suck me off. Let me come in your mouth.”

With brightly flushed cheeks, Danny took another breath and carried on, the hand on Josh’s belly pressing down hard as he sank down. Josh groaned loudly, eyes closed while his head tilted back against the arm of the couch, so close. When his hips bucked again, Danny gagged, Josh yelped and his fingers tightened in those curls as he shot right into the back of Danny’s throat. It left him exhausted but still determined, and Danny hadn’t come yet–before he lost any more energy, he pulled Danny, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, up by his shirt. 

“Whoa there!” Danny wiggled as Josh yanked him to his knees beside his own face. It was a bit of a tough angle, Josh had to admit, but he just grabbed Danny’s ass to pull him forward while he wrapped his lips around him. Eyes closed while he centered his focus, Josh then felt Danny’s gentle touch on his wounded hand, bringing it down. “Careful,” his drummer warned, the word soft but the voice delivering it rough. 

Josh nodded, which made the head of Danny’s cock jump to the back of his throat. Stifling his own gag by squeezing Danny’s ass harder, Josh made good use of his mouth, trying to get Danny down as much as he could while those lovely, strong, kind hands messed around with his now equally disheveled curls. 

“Fuck yeah, that feels good,” Danny said breathlessly, ending the sentence with a surprising whine, which made Josh look up. Danny looked down at him and his lips parted like he was surprised, eyes growing bigger and brighter while he stared into Josh’s. “Oh my god, yeah, keep looking at me. So pretty, Josh, holy fuck–” If Danny was going to say anything else, it was lost in a strangled moan as he threw his head back, and Josh grunted with useless surprise as slick warmth coated his tongue.

After a few seconds, Josh freed him, flopping back onto the couch. “Woof.”

Danny did the same, lying halfway on top of the back of the couch, his lower body pressed against Josh’s. “Hell yeah, woof. Wow.” He closed his eyes and sank down further, resting his head on Josh’s stomach with apparently no intention of moving despite Josh’s dick still being out. Oh well, Josh decided, and started to idly play with Danny’s hair. 

He was snapped out of his beautiful daze when he looked over at the clock on the wall. “What time are Jake and Sam supposed to be back?”

“I don’t remember,” Danny said, sounding like he was on his way to unconsciousness. 

“We should finish the pumpkins,” Josh said, very glad they decided to do this. If he hadn’t cut his hand trying to carve his own twin into one, would Danny have ever made a move?

“You can’t, Josh. Your hand,” Danny reminded him.

Josh huffed. “I can do it. I’ll be careful.” He tapped Danny’s temple and added, “Maybe you could help me?”

“Alright, I’ll help,” Danny said, lifting himself up. Before Josh had the chance to outwardly question where all of this was going in a larger sense, Danny captured him in another hot, heartwarming kiss. 

Josh giggled when Danny broke away and just looked at him. “So–should we keep this to ourselves? It might be too scary to share with Jake and Sam.”

Danny stood and extended a hand to help Josh up before he got his jeans back up. “Nah,” he said, smirking, which made Josh smile even wider. “Let’s tell ‘em. I think they can handle it.” 

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[veintrry]

seeds that don't fester mold with time.

arataki itto x gn!reader, unrequited love, angst, itto being itto 5.8k

silly guy w a broken heart

an: big happy nice guy go :(((( @goodsoup101 this one's 4 u pookie bear <3 can't say I'm proud of this one

The boastful red Oni had always been known for his large figure, but despite his intimidating size he held an even bigger heart inside; One that he – not out of his will – had found to be thumping faster for you than it had at any other Onikabuto match! Though, as his love festers how long could he withhold his feelings till everything becomes too much? He hopes that he could acquire the achievement of having blossomed a love for him too, but sometimes it's better to savour the match than the outcome.

You could say without a doubt in your mind that Itto was one of if not the nicest people you've known. You knew he could be kind of overwhelming at times… but he always had the best intentions! That's why you liked him and truly cherished him, he was a down to earth guy and you greatly respected him for it. However, as it seems, that respect didn't make you blind enough to accept his countless requests to join the Arataki Gang.

He liked that, though. No challenge is too tough for the Mighty-Do-It-All-In-One-Arataki-Itto!

It had been a sunny day, too sunny you'd say. The sun was blazing its rays down upon inazuma, serving as a reminder to how with each passing day you found summer nearing. Frankly, you weren't looking forward to it. There were good and bad aspects: The good part is that business will be booming with more people who want to have something fresh and sweet to cool them down. The bad side? You worked at a protein stall, it was filled with fruits from inside and outside of Inazuma, however the ones from the country were without a doubt the best, being fresh and all. Point is though; you have to do a lot of back and forth to transport these fruits from Ritou to Inazuma city, and it isn't easy.

Luckily for you, you were spotted by Itto.

He and his crew were standing around by the docks of Ritou watching boats come and go, trying to think of anything they could do. Itto had been suggesting ideas but the reception has only been either disappointed faces or repeatedly re-stating that they had already tried that.

"What about another festival? This time, we'll have the Ultimate Epic Onikabuto Tournament!! Ehh??" Itto suggested but their reaction is no different than the previous one. Akira pipes up, likely with a rebuttal, "Boss, we couldn't even get the papers last time!" Itto gives a grin as though he had expected this. Yes, of course a true genius such as himself would've thought ahead.

"Ah-ah, We have Shinobu." He tuts, wagging his finger. "But Boss- Shinobu is too busy with exams!" Genta adds on, and maybe he wasn't that much of a genius as the Oni's face merely drops at the realisation, his mouth forming into an 'o' shape like it hadn't crossed his mind once beforehand. He curses under his breath, snapping his fingers as he tries to think of something else and to his luck, he does, pointing his finger upwards as though his eyes had been opened.

"Well, what if-" His words trail till his voice eventually dies down and his eyes seemingly look past the gang and towards something else, someone else. It was you. You two had come to be quite familiar with each other as soon as you came to Inazuma as he and his gang visited your stall often at the market and have attempted to recruit you a couple of times, although one could see how that's gone. He thought you would've made a great addition with your personality and despite how you mostly just live your day to day life as anyone would he had witnessed you fight at times, and, honestly, it drew him in. It felt as though you were on a stage, capturing his attention even when you had no intent of doing so. But this isn't about that!

You were moving a cart filled with the new storage you had ordered for the stall, but it seems that to your dismay you had forgotten just how long the staircases were. Your face turned bitter as your gaze lifted up, watching as the stairs only extended further and further.

It's not like he doesn't know you could take the other path, but you seemed too fatigued! Plus, this was the perfect opportunity! He'd show you just why you should join the Arataki Gang! "Boss? Boss??" "Do you think he fell asleep standing up?" "With his eyes open?! Creepy…" The rest of the crew conversed amongst each other as to the cause of Itto's blanking out only to be interrupted by the thunderous clasping of his hands.

"Alright, Gang! Our mission is to recruit," He outstretched his arm, finger pointing to your figure "Them!". They were going to remind him that this hadn't been the first time they had attempted to, but seeing the determination glistening in his gaze, they opted against it. Still he didn't fail to acknowledge their original response. "C'mon guys! I know they miiight have refused a couple of times but they just don't know what they're missing out on! We're the Arataki Gang, we don't just stop at no!"

And this is probably why they needed Shinobu, because now they were all walking towards you with confidence and excitement, hyping each other up. It was the peak essence of the Arataki Gang.

You don't fail to miss the overzealous presence that grows closer and when you face the location it arose from you weren't the slightest bit surprised at the discovery. As always it seems that the crew were up to something astounding or unusual, or both. Is what you assumed.

"Hey hey, compadre! Seems like you're in a tough spot." The Oni starts, greeting you with a wide grin on his face as he chuckles. He's quick to close the gap between you two, standing relatively close to you. "Ah, Hey Itto." You reply dryly, staring at the others in acknowledgement. "Shinobu isn't with you today?" You ask, noticing the lacking presence of a certained green-haired rebel. She was the only real sensible one so when she's not here it's hard not to notice.

He rolls his eyes, an arm on his hip as he uses his other hand to make overly exaggerated gestures. "Well, we invited her to join us but she said that she was 'busy' being 'productive'." Curling his fingers as he air quotes. "Pssh, it's whatever, we don't need her!" Disregarding how clearly offended he was by her 'abandoning' the group. All you do is giggle at usual behaviour. It was always nice to see him just being himself every day, it made you feel like even if everything went to hell he'd always stay the same.

"Either way, don't you worry about this cart! We'll take care of this one." We? Take care of the cart?? Wait, what.

You didn't get a chance to indulge in idle chit chat with the rest of the crew nor did you have time to process what he said before having the handles pulled away from you, looking forward only to see that the crew was beginning to lift the cart from each side. Your alarms were beginning to go off.

"Itto- What's this?? Really, there's no need for- Oh god." You could barely let yourself finish a comprehensive sentence. You didn't know how to feel about this. An arm slithered around your back, the hand on your shoulder pulling you closer. "Heyy, don't worry about it! The Arataki Gang is here to handle everything!" He reassured, patting your back as you nervously watched the rest climb the stairs slowly. This didn't seem smart, most of Itto's ideas weren't despite his good intent.

"Itto, I don't think-" You started but the sound of multiple items tumbling down the multiple staircases all at once cut you off and as you watched all the vegetables and fruits fall down, getting bruised with each drop, you just covered your mouth in shock, unable to fully comprehend what you saw or what it meant for you.

Despite the sound that had put both you and Arataki into a frozen state while the others kept climbing without looking back, it appeared the noise had fallen onto deaf ears. You made a mental note to suggest they go get that checked out. Only when reaching the top as they set the cart down did Genta comment, "Wow, Boss! This cart was really ligh- Oh." The silence was deafening as they had witnessed exactly why the cart had lost most of its weight on the climb up.

Passersby who were around to witness what happened merely felt pity for you. But Itto? Itto just felt guilty as he peered over at you to see you practically on the verge of tears. This wasn't what he wanted.

He raises his hands up as he tries to calm you down, "Hey! It's all okay- We'll handle it, trust me!" He stutters over his words nervously trying not to push you over your limit. Dense as he may be he knows he's messed up and as he looks around trying to ponder what to do, he starts picking up the fallen produce, his crew quickly rushing down the stairs and helping him.

You weren't upset. Sad, and somewhat exhausted? Yes, very much so. But you wouldn't take it out on them knowing they didn't mean to cause this. Still, you couldn't help the heavy sigh that leaves your mouth and it makes Itto's guilt weigh heavier on him. "Guys, it's fine," You reassure, stepping closer to aid them. "Things happen. Just leave it be, I'll take care of it." You're stopped on your path as Itto stares at you, in a way it was threatening. Cradling the bruised fruits in one arm as his other latches onto your shoulder, keeping you in place. There was a firm expression on his face. "No," He states. "This is my fault. I'll take care of it." He turns his head back towards the others. "You guys too, as well. It was my idea. Leave it to me."

You were about to retort before the rest of the gang did it for you, and you must admit they did it better than you could've. They had more of a solid reason compared to you as well, after all, they were a team.

"No way we're leaving you to it all alone, Boss!"

"Yeah, we're a gang, we stick together!",

"That's right, Boss! You know that best!"

They all spoke their thoughts, encouraging one another and Itto mainly as they maintained their ideology. Truthfully, you admired the gang's connection and commitment to one another. You believed that to have them be so passionate about this showed how good of a leader Itto was despite his few flaws. You were glad he had such good understanding people with him, and you were glad for them too.

An airy chuckle leaves the large man, his shoulders that before were sunken down like he had just been scolded raised back high as confidence seemed to seep back to him. It appears that he could always rely on them to snap him out of his concerns. "If you want to help me then I have something else you could do for me!" He peeked over at you, scanning your expression for any sign of resentment before turning his head to fully face you, relieved to be proven wrong.

With a bow he clasps his hands above his head, asking for your forgiveness as he makes a promise to compensate you, "I swear on the Arataki Gang's deep history that we will repay you for all the fruit!" The face of astoundment said it all. You doubted it. Severely. Not because you didn't take his word for it, but it's a lot of effort to put in. And you also weren't sure just how deep the history was.

"Uhm, Boss?" Mamoru steps all the way down, standing behind Itto. "I don't think we have that much mora…" He whispers into his ear. Right. Mora. Damn, society these days, always about mora! He snaps his fingers. And rather than it being a way to curse the blockage that had come onto their path, it switched a light bulb above his head.

He ecstatically widens his arms, forgetting the fruits in his hands as they fall once more, repeating the torture they had experienced before. You wince at the sight and so does he murmuring a small 'sorry' before resuming, "Then we just go and get them ourselves!" To this, a 'what' was said in unison by everyone, all except him. Hell, if it was that easy you wouldn't have been so damaged by the event that had occurred before you, no, you'd be on your merry way to pick some new fruits.

One thing you did know though, and you realised as soon as you laid eyes upon his face, was that there was no way you could persuade him. Itto wasn't easily swayed when it came to making up to people. He stuck to his words, an Oni never lies as he says. Albeit the bitter situation, you felt a tinge of happiness in your heart and a smile slipped onto your lips, your eyes narrowing onto his appearance in delight.

And he notices this. He notices it and he never forgets it like it had engraved itself into his mind. The wrinkles around your eyes, how your lashes curled in their own respective directions,, the glimmer in your orbs and the light that reflected off them, the slight soft arch of your brow. He doesn't forget them. Not even the curve of your lips, or the small tilt of your head.

When it came to you, he became more observant than usual, and he noticed things others wouldn't, but he wasn't aware that this could make him realise things about himself. In this moment he begins to feel something weighing on his heart, but this time it wasn't guilt. It was something very different.

Within that strange emotion he found a stronger drive to repent as soon as possible in hopes of seeing you smile at him that way again.

–

You were originally worried sick about what you were going to tell the boss, it had been all you could think about as you observed the others cleaning up at the boat docks, not wanting to leave them alone. But soon after taking care of the mess they had quickly left, departing after repeating once more that they'd bring you all that they damaged.

You appreciated the intention, but you didn't get why or how they thought they'd do it. Inazuma was filled with large land and some of the storage you had was exclusively grown outside of here, so unless they also had ordered the same exact shipment you couldn't see it happening. A sigh escapes your lips, you'd get wrinkles at this point. There wasn't much you could do about it other than pray to the Archons that something may save you from the wrath you felt was bound to come when you attended work.

It was difficult to think up a good excuse to tell your boss. I mean, this would be bad for the business. Really bad. You can't just lose the stock you need, there is only so much left and at this point you should just issue another order as soon as possible and try to make do with what you had.

Pondering about it wouldn't help you, you reminded yourself as you stayed seated on the stool of a local Inazuma restaurant, an empty glass next to you with only some small snacks for you to nibble at. The place had dim orangeish lighting, the wood was dark almost that of something you'd find in a cabin. You'd think this place would be bustling with people but in contrast it was rather quiet. It somewhat reminded you of that Tavern in Mondstadt.

You had known a couple of things about wine and alcohol due to the course you took having included it. You were beginning to wonder if maybe you should change your career path, go for something else. Mondstadt was the city of freedom after all, therefore those who stay there must be living in the land of the free.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open, the jingle of the bell indicating the arrival of a customer. The one who entered was a long white-haired Oni you were immensely familiar with and you were more than certain was here for you as his eyes searched around till they located your figure, the smile making its way onto his lips as his eyebrows raised in excitement, verifying your hunch.

"There you are! I knew you'd be here." He exclaimed, taking a seat beside you despite his intent to only fetch you and get back on the road. "You did?" You ask. It wasn't like you often came here, you thought he must've asked around. You wonder what it must have been like. "Betcha. My Oni senses are never wrong!"

Now that was a new one. You gave him a smug smile before repeating what he had said, "Oni senses?" His face inches closer to you, "They're real." He quickly replied, a serious glint in his narrowed eyes as though this had not been the first time someone had questioned its authenticity. "Sure, sure," You disregarded it, giving him the belief he desired. You weren't sure you wanted a whole adventure just to discover if it's true or not.

"So, what is it that you wanted?" You inquire, assuming that he had been searching for you for a reason. "Awww, come on, bud! Do I need a reason to visit my favourite person?" Itto nudges you with a smirk. Favourite? You didn't know that. You knew you were somewhat close, you suppose, and he asked you to join the gang but to think you were his favourite. No, you're just over complicating things.

"I don't suppose you randomly decided to come visit your so-called favourite person for no reason now, do I? You're always up to something, Itto." He bites his bottom lip, pouting at your words, resting his head on his knuckles. It's true he always had something planned, but to think you didn't believe he'd be here just for you… it was kind of frustrating.

"Well, there is a reason for me coming here -But that doesn't mean I wouldn't come here just to see you!" His words are added on quickly so you don't have time to give a rebuttal or that cocky look he knew would've come otherwise.

There was more he wished to say, so much, but only one slipped out, and if he hadn't said it himself he wouldn't have even realised he had spoken at all. "I would come visit just to stare at you.." It's a mumble under his breath, muffled by the hand that partly covered his mouth, and as he whispers he isn't sure if he wants you to hear or not. He steals a glance at you, searching for a reaction, but you still have that smirk. Maybe you didn't hear…

He feels disappointed.

You notice the furrowing of his brows, though before you inquire as to why he seemed so bothered he had straightened his back, returning back to having that carefree smile you've become all too familiar with. "Now are you going to keep me waiting or what?!" He hops off the stool and gestures for you to join him and you hurriedly pay for your items before departing from the restaurant with Itto beside you.

–

"Seriously, where are you taking me?" You asked him again for what felt like a thousand times, hoping he'd finally told you. You knew the path, you often took it to get to work but you weren't sure why he'd need to have you go all the way here now. It didn't seem like you two were browsing the markets or stalls but rather Itto was specifically guiding you somewhere and as the streets of Inazuma City got more and more crowded you felt something large clutching onto your wrist. "Don't get lost behind!"

His hand was wrapped securely around your wrist, and you were grateful for his size seeing as he was able to see where he was heading much better than you did. Pulling your arm back to intertwine your hand, you felt more secure now that you could actually hold onto him properly, and you thought that maybe he felt the same considering how after the momentary hesitation he displayed, he held back even tighter. Every once in a while he'd squeeze your hand as if asking you if you were holding up and you'd merely reciprocate the gesture, answering him.

Luckily, thanks to his guidance you made it out of the crowd quicker than expected. You intended to wonder why there had been so many people but it appears the Oni before you was too excited to let you have that. "Come on, don't get distracted!" He pulled on your hand a bit reminding you of what you were here for and you merely gave him a nod, snapping out of your thoughts.

After a while he pauses, walking behind. "Alright, keep your eyes closed, 'kay?" Another hand laces its way over your eyes, blinding you. "Uhm, Itto, how am I meant to walk then?" To this you received a thunderous laugh in reply as though you had just about asked the dumbest possible thing. Which is impressive considering its the ever so dense Itto.

"That's what I'm here for!" He clarified, and you wanted to trust him, you did, but accompanied by the fact that you'd be looking like a lunatic to everyone around you, you felt somewhat embarrassed and he picked up on it. "Hey, don't worry about anyone else."

You feel the warmth of his breath hit the outer shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice evidently having softened. "You can't see them, they can't see you, right? Just focus on me, The Great Arataki Itto!" To this you let out a light giggle and he's content with that. Yeah, he can be fine with all of this.

He enjoys just being in your presence, being able to hold you like this, to be so close to you, to be just the comforting loud Itto you and many others know. Maybe you'll never realise how he feels. Still, he'll try. Someone as great as you should be made aware of it.

"Don't keep me waiting. Let's get going, Itto!" You nudged him out of his thoughts as you chuckled and he focused back on your figure. He should be living in the moment rather than getting caught up in such cheesy ideas. "You ready?" "Born ready." Yeah, you were going to be proven wrong. "Let's goooooo!" He yelled out, picking up your figure with ease, the arm behind your back supporting you as his hand reaches to keep your sights darkened.

All you feel is the slight hops as the wind hits your face as he runs, jumping down a short staircase as you let out a short yelp, bringing yourself closer to him as much as you can despite the little space left to do so, your actions only being recognised by his laugh and you could picture how he looks: his eyes shut, his already big smile widening more than you knew it could, how his hair frames his face. Sometimes you think Itto really is otherworldly entirely.

Eventually the running changes into small steps as you hear other whispered voices and Itto shushing them. The secure grip on you he has loosens as he slowly tilts your body, setting you down back onto the ground and you stumble back into his chest, relieved at the contact you didn't know you missed and an overwhelmed whine leaving you. "Don't tell me I was going too fast for you?" Your head tilts upwards to where the voice was coming from, feeling his well-structured chest behind you and slowly he removes his hands, revealing his face to you again. You smile.

"It's okay, many struggle to keep up with The Great Arataki Itto." Though he will slow down if it suits you better. Opening his eyes to gaze at you, the arm that stayed around your waist tightened ever so slightly at the sight of your smile. To be smiling at him so softly, he must be really lucky. The surprised expression he held warped into a reciprocated smile back, it wasn't wide as it normally was. In fact, it was barely noticeable. Though, his eyes held the real passion.

A cough interrupts the moment as you both glance over towards the source to see the Genta and Akira attempting to hide the smirks that grew at the sight, with Mamoru being the one to derail it, arm on his hip. He exchanges a knowing look with Itto and suddenly the Oni is no longer as quiet, seemingly having been reminded of the original intent.

"Right, right! The cart!" He exclaims, only for you to repeat, "The cart?" You tilt your head. "The cart!" The rest of the crew repeat simultaneously. OH. THE CART.

Somehow your eyes seemed to totally ignore the form that stood behind the crew. It was the very same cart you had been pushing earlier this morning, and to your surprise much like before, it was full. You wouldn't believe it. No, really, you couldn't, so you approached the cart and even felt the fruits and vegetables to verify that they were real and weren't made out of wax or something. You didn't think they'd poison your customers but you also did not know how far they'd go for you, and from this you could tell that they would go far.

"How even…?" You turned sideways, looking at the others puzzled. It was near impossible to get all of this done in a day, actually, it hadn't even been 24 hours! This didn't make sense, it was practically insane and yet here was the cart filled to the brim - it might've had even more than you needed. "Ehh? Whaddya think?" His arms raised outwardly, almost seeming like a prideful king. "Pretty neat, huh. We know." Confident as always as his hand finds home back on his hip, the other twisting as if to add flare.

Your confusion still wasn't answered, it only prevailed. "No, but really, how?? There is just no way this could be done in such a short time!" You began to question how far they went to get these, how much time, the struggle, I mean, this was no easy feat you knew that much. "Nothing is too far-fetched for the Arataki Gang!" His reply fell on deaf ears as you were too immersed, observing all the carts containments.

A chuckle leaves him and he approaches you, leaning down to you. "Maybe now you'll reconsider joining us?" You turn and you don't miss the corner of his lip lifted up into a smug smirk or how his eyes narrow down onto you as though he had you cornered. How could you deny them now after you've seen just how cool and incredible they are? "Tough luck, Itto."

You lightly hit his chest. "I'm thinking of going back to old Mond'." That's how.

And he didn't get it. He didn't get why you were still smiling without a single sign of sorrow or concern on your face. Why were you so relaxed when your words had been so… so painful to him? You see the confusion in his eyes, and you expect him to recover and encourage you, maybe say something about how his offer will always stand but he doesn't. Yes, he goes back to his go-lucky demeanour but you notice how it's slightly off. "What do you mean, compadre?! You can't leave us in the dust so abruptly!"

Pssh, what do they even have in Mondstadt? It's not even that great compared to Inazuma. Sure he's heard about the tails of their Archon, the city of freedom, blah, blah, blah, but when did you become interested in going there? "Pfft, I'm not leaving you in the dust. I've just been thinking…" You lean your back against the cart, holding onto a sunsettia, rubbing it with your thumb. "Mondstadt was really beautiful when I last visited Dawn Wineries vineyard. And, I've been thinking that maybe it's finally time I try leading a different route in life."

The Oni absorbed all that you said like a dry sponge, he was picking at everything you said. Were you not happy with where you were, weren't you content? But what about the people you know here? "What about me?"

Shit. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

Itto straightens his back and rubs the back of his hair as though dismissing what he himself said but you noticed the weight that question held. The face you, and only you, got to see. You don't think you've ever seen a face so tense. You felt like he was pleading with you, his crimson eyes penetrating you, reading you so clearly and you begin to question if you had underestimated Itto all this time. You cocked your head to the side, "Will you miss me?"

You were regarding the others behind him who were obviously aware of the conversation going on but were leaving out of respect for privacy.

Miss you… He repeats the question in his head, pretending to ponder it, to not blurt out what he thinks then and there. Itto looks back to see you two were alone and when he faces you again the expression he wears is sombre. "Let's go somewhere else, why don't we?" He gives you a hum, raising a brow at you and offering you a small simper hoping to dismiss what occurred, and although you agree to go elsewhere you wouldn't let it go.

–

You observed as Itto hopped from rock to rock, nearing the shore. He moved effortlessly, you shouldn't be surprised with his build. He turns you, urging you to hurry down and you do, latching onto the hand he offered you when you make it to the bottom. The two of you roam around the beach for a while before finding a shelter where you could sit and savour the view. That is, as much as you can with the atmosphere.

The white- haired Oni had been trying to smooth out the tension but you couldn't let it go. You didn't want to turn a blind eye and move on past it like it was nothing. You get that you leaving can be a big deal but you didn't like how he avoided his own emotions, it felt like he was hiding something from you.

As for him, he wanted to just relish in the few moments he has before everything falls apart. He was glad he got to take your hand for a bit as you walked and was said when they were separated because he knew that would likely be one of the last few touches of yours he'll ever have.

"Itto, what is it that's weighing on your mind?"

You are the one to interrupt the silence. Awaiting his answer that you knew he already had prepared.

He debated lying to you, making up something else or just acting as though it really only was you moving away that made him behave strangely. But he couldn't find it in him to do that to you, to deceive you so shamelessly. "I.. don't want you to go." It comes out as kind of a question, towards himself that is.

There was a conflict going on inside Itto and he didn't know how to resolve it. He desired your happiness, your comfort, of course he did, you mattered greatly to him but he found himself wondering why must you find that elsewhere, why couldn't he be the one to offer you that. Should he support you in your endeavours or should he allow himself to be selfish?

At the end of the day though, it was your choice, you both knew that, but you were curious nonetheless as to the underlying reason of his want for your company, "Why do you want me to stay?" Your words were carefully picked out. You weren't asking him why he didn't want you to leave, but why you should stay in the first place.

And, unlike what you expected, his answer comes quick as though it had been decided ages ago.

You hear him say it, you know you do, but with how the sound of gentle ocean waves sway and hit the sandy shore with a sound and how the wind appears to sway in his direction, almost leading you. You think that his words are taken with it. But you saw how his lips moved, how he had clearly confessed what held him back to you in a solemn tone with an expression almost as if he had already given up.

"Because I like you."

It was pitiful and yet he still smiled at you. He thought that it's no way good for him to offer you such a sorrowful face when saying such a thing.

"I don't just like you, I love you, and, I'm reminded of it with every moment I'm with you. Even now, even when I feel horrible and like I'm trying to keep you to myself my heart beats for you relentlessly. I don't know what to do."

You were unaware of the predicament you had put him in. How all those moments you two shared were never something small to him in the end. The reality is, Itto was always aware of his feelings, but, he wanted to keep reminding himself that this was enough, that your friendship was more than enough. But he was never that great a liar, if he was, he wouldn't have told you the truth and you wouldn't be here.

A hand reaches for his shoulder. His heart drops. He doesn't want to look at your face, because this was already confirmation of his rejection, he knew it. You don't need to say it. Don't say it.

The swirling glimmer in his orbs are no longer from the twinkle he normally held but what appeared to be tears, glossing them. He blinks them away as to not allow you to see him like that and you swallow your guilt. You don't need to speak. You merely inch closer to him, replacing your hand with your head and despite how you feel him freeze up for a moment, he slowly rests his head atop yours and you stay there for awhile.

Before, you recall thinking that Itto would be the one person in your life that would always stay the same no matter how much time flies. You weren't aware that you'd be the one to change him.

Before you departed Inazuma the owner had mentioned something odd on your last day about how the fruits seemed to rot quicker for some reason. You said it must've been the seasons changing but you thought it was peculiar nonetheless. You wondered what cause it, they were the same as any other fruit.

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[yandere-sins]

Beautiful

I saw this prompt and I had this idea down all September! Glad you guys enjoyed my last piece! I recommend reading that one first before this one.

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Pairings: Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non/Dub-Con, Forced Touch/Kissing, Violent Fantasies like biting and strangling mentioned, Fluids, Cumplay/Creampie mention), Degradation, Insults, Cuffing, Manhandling, Rough handling

Prompt:  @sintember Disgust - Things that slither and ooze, the constant decay of the earth beneath your feet. The things that make us sick, so we turn our heads and do our best to forget.  

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For a change, Vil was at a loss for words.

His composure seemed to melt as he watched you, the exhilarating sight of your naked body bouncing on his dick almost too much to handle. He had seen beauty before, alright. Every look in the mirror was a reminder of how beautiful he and the world he could create around him were. But he had never before gazed at such unashamed grace, your body shuddering, skin yielding under his grip on your thighs, forming exactly like his manicured nails’ shape.

Though you complained and struggled against him, the moment he forced you down his length, you, too, became a slave to the lust and strange synergy between your bodies. Even if you weren’t over what he did to you in the classroom, you could no longer deny the pleasure you felt, your hole convulsing around him and your eyes glazed over. It was a pleasure just for him. For his beautiful eyes to capture. And Vil loved it more than he ever thought he would.

He loved those sloppy sounds you two created, a symphony of wicked adoration. The kiss you two shared exploded into more and more feelings with every moan you now trilled, and where he had been reluctant to act on all these emotions before, Vil was now more than ever enamored by them.

The room had just the right lighting, the bedsheet’s satin mixing with the warmth of your bodies. Everything was so perfect, so amazing, he couldn’t have arranged it in any way or form better than this. And you riding him, barely able to keep yourself from losing your mind in pleasure, was the cherry on top. It was as if your body was made for him, warm, soft, enjoyable. Vil could push his hips upwards into yours, and you’d make the loveliest sounds while accepting him with a warm and wet welcome.

Even if you were horrified by it at first, you soon became so lewd, plunging into the depths of sin with him.

He was an actor, a star. Someone people looked up to. If only they knew the newfound desires and wishes he had. All the things he wanted to do to you… would they still look at him the same way? Probably not. But the thing was… Vil didn’t care. What he cared about was you and only you. And perhaps, his seed covering you. From his previous interests—the interests before you—he wanted to know just how much more beautiful you could be, covered in his cum.

It was all so perfect. Beautiful, magnificent, the emotions running high as he gripped your thighs harder, pressing himself into your wonderous hole. Deeper, inducing more of those screams of joy from your lips. Vil loved every second of it. It was the same feeling as standing on stage, performing, exhilarating and boisterous. Soon, the curtains would fall, and all these emotions he had harbored for you for so long—both the angry, hateful ones and the sweet and tender—would explode, and together you two would…

Or so he thought.

Together you two would cum. That’s how Vil imagined it. All this time, he expected you to cum alongside him, his seed flushing out of you and he’d use it to draw his initials on your body while you laid before him, dazed, happy, thankful to him, muttering his name in the most delicious, reverent way. Your orgasm was still beautiful, a symphony of cries of pleasure, and even his name slipped off your mouth, not in a plea to stop but in a moan of desire.

But Vil wasn’t ready yet.

Your toes curled, body shuddered, clenching hard around his dick. Everything about you cumming was as beautiful and mesmerizing as he expected it to be, your body falling back, limbs and hair splaying out on his sheets, but the cold air, rushing around his cock as you slipped off it, bit him back into reality.

Yes, you were stunning, spread out and loveable in your dazed state of mind, gazing at him from below like he was a savior, not your kidnapper. He hated how this word tasted on his tongue, much rather wanting to remember your taste on it. But you threw this insult (and many more) at him more than once before he took you to his room, undressed you, and stuffed your throat with his cock to silence you. And now it returned to him. Now that you were as beautifully ruined as he was, an angel on silk, but the devil as a partner.

“You bitch,” he whispered menacingly, your eyes widening after a slight hesitation, your brain slowly beginning to function again. “How dare you cum without me.”

Looking down at himself, he saw your slick covering his cock. A delayed disgust overcame Vil as he saw himself sullied with your juices but you untouched by his. This was not how he imagined your first time with each other to go. This was not how he imagined any of this to go. You were supposed to cum with him, both of you falling into this deep, ecstatic feeling and experiencing it together.

But you. You spiteful slut just had to go and ruin it. Completely ruin it!

Why would he ever touch you if not to be absolutely ruined together? Just because you disagreed with him whisking you away, locking the door behind you, and maybe giving you the best time of your whole fucking life, you had to ruin it for everyone involved. Selfishly just thinking about yourself, that was all you were good at. You never cared about his feelings before; made him run after you like a lost puppy when really it should have been you licking his shoes.

It was so… unfair.

Biting his lip, Vil was seething underneath his skin. It was unfair he had all these feelings for you, yet you used him for satisfaction, not the other way around. Your expression had turned from jolly pleasure to confusion and anxiety. Your eyes darted to the door, and Vil instantly knew what you were planning, the walk of shame you’d have to do—running out of his room naked and well-fucked—more enticing than his anger. Not like you would have been able to open the door, but as you scrambled away, he grabbed you by your hair, both of you falling off the bed and to the ground with a loud thud.

It excited him to see you struggling against him helplessly, Vil still much stronger than you expected him to be. Underestimation was your downfall, and preparation was Vil’s strong suit. Thus, he also had cuffs ready nearby, a silly gift from a silly hunter who made silly observations. He had to feel around his nightstand to find them, but eventually, Vil pushed you to the floor and managed to cuff your hands behind your back.

Just like you deserved.

You deserved to squirm like a helpless animal, naked, on the floor, at its master’s feet. Maybe this was the only place suitable for you, not the beautiful bed he owned and let you loll in just minutes before. Breathing heavily, Vil hadn’t even noticed just how much of a commotion you caused inside him, his first thought being he’d have to check for wrinkles and scratches gone unnoticed in the scramble to keep up his appearance. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he watched as you were just as breathlessly trying to get rid of the cuffs, failing miserably as they weren’t that easy to take off alone.

His cock hardened again, the prior anger having turned this experience sour. However, now, his sick desire returned with you at his feet, unable to do anything for yourself. The thought of sex had never concerned him as much as it did after kissing you. He had simply been too busy to come to terms with all the juices flowing and position that could be done with bodies. But no longer would he forgo this pleasure, and not even you would be allowed to ruin it for him any longer.

Maybe he, too, was disgusting, thinking of all the ways he’d take you. The blood he’d bite out of your body to give his lips the ultimate shade of red, and the moans he’d choke out of your throat, leaving his fingers as a collar of bruises on you. Wrapping his hand around his cock he began stroking himself, the hot length pulsing and throbbing. His strokes became faster and faster, catching your attention. Your expression was as disgusted as it had been after he kissed you and shut you up with his cock for the first time. Both times you had looked at him as if he was a disgusting monster, but now, looking in your eyes and seeing his reflection…

With a shudder, Vil’s hot seed shot all over you, the long strings covering you from head to toe, his essence dripping off you like liquid gold. You were like an art piece and he was the artist drawing on you, his hips jerking upwards as he moaned loudly, unashamedly, relieving himself all over you as the orgasm seized him with all its might. No, he wasn’t a disgusting monster. In your eyes, he wasn’t even the Vil you knew and now came to hate.

He was disgustingly beautiful.

#vil #vil twst #Vil Schoenheit #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Wonderland #Disney TWST #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere!twisted wonderland #yandere vil #yandere twst #yandere!vil #yandere!twst #disney twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #Sintember 2022 #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[irregularcollapse]

A Storm That Took Everything

Part IV of a fic preview to celebrate Damen Love Fest 2023

Day 4, and the theme is centred around Damen's personality—which, while I think is definitely showcased across the whole chapter, comes through really strongly here through his interactions with Erasmus and Kastor. This part also continues to cement one of the central conflicts in this fic: Damen's internalised guilt, and his feelings that he is not enough. General reminder that this is a draft, and so I may still be making changes leading up to putting it on AO3. Thanks a whole bunch to everyone who has reblogged and replied so far! It's honestly so great to have reader interest while I'm still in the writing stage—so motivating!

Part I ⚜ Part II ⚜ Part III

Damen’s mother, when driven to use of an umbrella, would always spit three times before opening it against a downpour, no matter the heaviness of the rain. The rain, she would say to him, could break a drought or bring a flood: three spits for luck, and the opening of the Heavens would not lead to drowning.

Under the awning over the doorway, Damen looks out at the rain-soaked night, and spits three times without thinking. A distinct scoff, from his side.

“Anyone would think you were raised a village bumpkin, for all your juvenile superstitions.” Kastor’s voice bears his distinct derision, a clear disappointment in what he sees as Damen’s lack of practicality. Damen can’t help the frown, but manages to bite back on the thought that rises uncharitable and mean: it was Kastor’s mother, not his own, who came from a village.

“You may think it a blessing later, when a disaster is narrowly avoided. We may hit a pothole on our journey, but our wheels will remain secure. Or, you may be narrowly missed by a knocked glass of wine, and so your pristine waistcoat will remain stain-free. Or even better,” Damen continues, forcedly genial even in the face of his brother’s persistently sour mood, “you may find circumstances aligning to catch the eye of a pretty young thing across the dance floor. You may walk out of this reception with a wife, dear brother, and you will have me to thank for it.” Kastor meets him with a glower, but nothing said. He cannot even walk away; the rain is torrential, and the carriage cannot pull closer than it already is. Their tuxedos, perfectly-pressed. Their hair, carefully controlled. Erasmus had proven himself to be deft with a comb, coaxing a neatness and wave to Damen’s curls that he is ever unable to achieve on his own. A worthy hire, it seems. It would be rude to the servant’s efforts to step out into the rain now.

For all Damen’s intentionally-constructed optimism, the rain is a loud and unavoidable message, to be certain. The goat by itself, possible to dismiss. But on a second day, a second sign. The sharp thrill is back in his throat: what could be in store for tomorrow? And what will grow from the three seeds so planted?

“Captain.” A soft voice, still hesitant despite Damen’s every effort to bring the young man confidence and comfort. Damen turns to Erasmus with a deliberately warm smile, and accepts the offered umbrella.

“Our saviour,” he intones with teasing seriousness, and as intended, Erasmus flushes prettily. Admittedly, the young man is proving to be not only an attentive servant, but a pleasing ornament for Damen to look upon. They both recognise, Damen thinks, that he has no intention beyond looking. That is no reason not to indulge, though. “I would be grateful if you ensured the gas lamps are extinguished in my father’s room, once the nurse has made him comfortable for the night. She has said that she is uncertain of their operation.” The servant blanches, almost as rapidly as he had coloured.

“I—Sir. I mean, Captain. I cannot—I am unsure…” The stuttering trails off, and Kastor makes an impatient noise. Damen spares a quelling look to his brother, before turning fully toward Erasmus to erect some wall of perceived privacy.

“I know that my father may seem intimidating, but he is merely an old man. He will likely already be asleep; all you will need to do is enter, darken the room, and leave again.” Erasmus’ gaze drops; when he speaks once more, it is at a whisper.

“Captain, I have no fear of your father. It is—They are not natural. My priest says that the gas lamps are a conduit for Hell. They are a way for the Devil to send Demons into our homes.” It is a bare thing, that Damen does not laugh. He fights back a smile, needing to bite at his lip for a moment to do so.

“I see,” he says, with all the deliberation and gravity that he can muster. “You have no need for fear, Erasmus. You see, my father keeps a crucifix above his bed and an amulet at his bedside, and prays with the nurse each night before sleep. His room, I would be certain in stating, is the most Devil-free in the house.”

“What is the amulet?” Erasmus whispers, still shaky, but with a renewed fortitude.

“A máti, given to him by my late mother for his protection. She watches over him through it, and I am sure she will watch over you as well while you are serving him.” When Erasmus raises his eyes and nods, it is with a decisive bravery that gives Damen the urge to cup the servant’s cheek in his palm. He only gives one more smile though, before saying, “After that, you may retire for the night. You will be able to collect my things for laundering in the morning.” There is a new brightness in the hazel eyes as Erasmus murmurs his understanding, before re-entering the house and shutting the door with characteristic quietness.

With him departed, Kastor makes the fullness of his derision known.

“You are soft with the servants. They do not need your coddling, especially one so useless. If he cannot even turn down a lamp, why should you continue to pay him?”

“He is not useless,” Damen hedges, hoisting the umbrella and holding it high over both their heads, “he is simply unpractised. If I am not kind to him, he will not learn.”

“If you are not firm with him, he will not learn.” Damen hums, not wanting to engage in this argument. He knows how they differ on this: Kastor sees the servants as his right; Damen sees them as his privilege. To the footman who holds the carriage door for them, Damen gives a measured thanks and smile, while Kastor slides into the compartment without acknowledgement. They have both managed to avoid the rain, at least, excepting the unavoidable splash onto their shoes and trouser cuffs. Easier to dry than a silk-lapelled tailcoat, though.

It is only when the coach has pulled from their yard and is trundling down the rain-soaked street that Kastor chooses to speak again.

“I would prefer if you went ahead and fucked him without all the preamble. It will be less arduous for everyone that way, involved or subjected.” Damen balks, jerking raised eyebrows and wide eyes from his contemplation of the dampness outside the carriage window to stare at his brother.

“Excuse me? Who?”

“The servant boy. He certainly has… attributes which you seem to find favourable.”

“Erasmus? He is not a boy; he is twenty, I believe. And besides, I have no intention of—He is my servant.”

“We both know that has not stopped you before.” If Damen were prone to flushing with embarrassment, he would probably do so now. As it is, he simply looks back out the window, glaring at the rain to spare his brother the frown.

“I was a boy myself at the time, as you are aware. I have not done so since returning from Marlas. And there is the small matter of my being betrothed.” Kastor scoffs again, a distinct ire in the noise.

“You are not married yet. And such a thing never stopped Father.” Damen feels his spine lock. He cannot look away from the window, could not move even if he wanted to. A mercy; if he were to turn the expression he is currently wearing upon his brother, Kastor may be liable to meet Death in this carriage.

“I am not Father,” Damen grits out, as flat as he can make it.

“You and I are in agreement about that, at least.”

After a renewed stretch of absolute and grating silence, the next mercy is the servants waiting with additional umbrellas at the top of the turning circle outside the unknown Veretian’s manor house; this way, Damen does not need to ferry his brother to the door, and can stride off to leave Kastor to the charitable cover of a borrowed umbrella without added guilt. They will have to be announced separately as a result, but no one should find it curious: Damen is the only one with rank and title, and although Kastor may be allowed to use their father’s name in some circles, the reality is that he bears his mother’s. There may as well be no connection between them, in this stranger’s house.

Part V of Chapter I of A Storm That Took Everything will be posted on day 5 of the Damen Love Fest 🖤🖤🖤

#damenlovefest2023 #captive prince #captive prince fic #damianos of akielos #lamen fic #my writing #a storm that took everything fic

[insipid-drivel]

Personality Ratings Of The Birds That Visit My Bird Feeders

I have the beginnings of a little bird/pollinator garden outside of my bedroom window. It's nothing to show off yet, but I have a pretty big variety of regulars. And, like any bartender, I've come to silently judge them all from afar. Here are my ratings of my local Seed Bastards:

Dark-Eyed Junco:

Bastard Rating: 4/10 They take no shit and don't mind continuing to eat within about 10' of me when I'm actively working outside. Mostly bogart the feeders through numbers rather than actual bastardy. They go berserk for sunflower seeds and shelled peanuts. Don't scare easy but also aren't terribly interested in getting into it with the other birds.

House Finch:

Bastard Rating: 7/10 Refuses to share feeders. Chases other birds except their wives from the feeders, and will fully "nest" on tray feeders so their fat asses block the other birds from getting any from the feeder. I vaguely suspect they're racist toward the other birds because they'll only allow other house finches to eat from the feeders they're squatting in. At the same time, I've seen males feeding other males. Possible problematic queer icons. More review needed.

Chestnut-Backed Chickadee:

Bastard Rating: 5/10 Too tiny to really pose much of a territorial issue, but kinda remind me of flying chihuahuas. They mind their own business when they can, but will not hesitate to throw hands with other birds over either the sunflower feeder or suet cake. Generally don't hold grudges and stay in their lanes, until it comes to suet cakes.

Golden-Crowned Sparrow:

Bastard Rating: 2/10 Hang out in pretty big numbers, but otherwise mind their own business and eat when the other birds aren't taking up the feeders. They prefer the ground feeders. They're generally pretty chill. Their only true crimes are their systematic massacres of my supplies of black oil sunflower seeds.

Varied Thrush:

Bastard Rating: 0/10 Competes with Spotted Towhees in terms of raw cunt-serving power, both my cat and I get all kinds of tingly when this thot shows up. Yeah, he knows you're staring. He knows how good he looks. He's the flashiest bitch on the block. Robins? Dowdy Catholic school kids. Goldfinches? All color, no drama. This magnificent slut is here to slay.

Spotted Towhee:

Bastard Rating: 4/10 The hot goth vampire kid in high school you're 99% has their own OF account. Professionally Round. Uses his phat ass to own the runway (and my feeders) next to his frumpy competition. Is secretly a complete nerd. Basically if Laszlo Cravensworth was a bird.

Pine Siskin:

Bastard Rating: 9/10 This barely-there wannabe-goldfinch would apply lube to the bottom of your heels on Drag Night. The Heelies of the bird world; never truly cool but grasping at any legitimacy he can get. Nobody appreciates plagiarism. And ugh, he couldn't even be bothered to finish blending. What a rank slag. Get off my stage and learn how to work, bitch.

Black-Capped Chickadee:

Bastard Rating: 11/10 DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY THEIR ROUND CUTENESS. These little fuckers are the gangbangers of the forest. Subsist on raw suet cake and spite. They're consistently possessed with the rage of a lust-addled Klingon woman. What the fuck are you doing at their suet cake? God help you, if you're at their suet cake, they will c u t y o u.

Song Sparrow:

Bastard Rating: -1/10 Babygirl. Precious. Just wants to sit on the edge of the gutters or the top of the feeders and make it as independent folk singers. Probably resort to posting hole from time to time to make end's meet. Always eat last because it's all love, my brothers in Christ.

Anna's Hummingbird:

Bastard Rating: 9/10 While they may have cool optical illusions when it comes to their holographic feathers, they verbally abuse me every time I refill the feeder and it hurts my feelings :(

Rufous Hummingbird:

Bastard Rating: 1/10 Shy bois. They stay out of the way until they're sure I've gone back inside before they'll visit the feeders. Generally loners.

Ruby-Throated Hummingbird:

Bastard Rating: 3/10 Generally the It Girls of the bird world. You know your garden is officially making it when these start showing up. They know they're the most popular but generally try to stay grounded about it. Will sometimes hang out and chat while the hummingbird feeder is being refilled. Used to scare me as a kid because my sister convinced me they'd try to stab their beaks into acne spots. While untrue, they don't have much of a sense of personal space.

Mourning Dove:

Bastard Rating: 1/10 Generally only bother the other birds because they're fat and eat in groups big enough to make it hard for the other birds to get at the seed on the ground. Sing beautifully. Makes Hatoful Boyfriend kind of make sense. Ngl kinda wanna befriend one. Confuse me a little bit whenever I see them because I live in a swamp and didn't expect to find any doves out here.

Stellar's goddamned Jay:

Bastard Rating: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?!/FUCK I KNOW THE SUNFLOWER DISPENSER JIGGLES WHEN YOU TRY TO FLY YOUR FAT ASS INTO IT. NO, I CANNOT MAKE THE FEEDER POLE STOP WIGGLING WHEN YOU PARK YOUR WIDE LOAD ON TOP OF IT. GDI I BOUGHT PEANUTS FOR YOU. STOP IMITATING A SHRIEKING HAWK TO SCARE AWAY THE OTHER BIRDS AND LEARN TO SHARE YOU ABSOLUTE TWAT.

#birds #silly

[a-mythologynerd]

I think it's a really important part of Kaz and Inej's dichotomy that they feel inversely about performing. The fact is that Kaz is a natural performer, and not just in his persona as Dirtyhands or putting on personalities for jobs (like he does for Smeet or any number of situations where he is a little shit) but also in a much lighter and fun loving "this kid loves fucking magic and just wants to do coin tricks." And Kaz's performances are so good that everyone believes that that's who he is, that "he doesn't need a reason." (and even he starts to believe it) To the point that his duplicity even tricks the reader cause he's an unreliable narrator, especially about himself and his own actions. Whereas Inej might be an actual performer, but she notably sucks at performing to the point her mom tells her to stop making it look so easy. And there's just really is something to the fact that her character is so intrinsically emotionally honest that she can't metaphorically put on a show and has to be told to pretend to fall. And the fact that they both see each other through this and what the world has "forced" them into (Kaz a perversion of his childhood love and Inej against her very nature). Kaz never asks her to perform (never as the Menagerie did and not even as her own family did at the caravan). And even when Inej is herself (or a persona and layer of herself) as the Wraith, Kaz sees through it and always knows she's there. And Inej always sees through Kaz's persona for the boy he is. Even when she's afraid it's true and its not a performance (ala the Alby incident) her hope is evidence of her deep seeded knowledge to the contrary. And she reminds the audience that actually he does have a reason! Always! He's just a boy who goes buck wild for puzzles!

And that's why the parallels of the Crooked Kingdom Slat fight and Dunyasha fights are so important. The inverse comes true! The violent Slat fight going from a showdown into a grand performance! Like that's it! That's the crux of Kaz's character! The violence is a performative action he takes to protect himself and build his legend! Inej even describes and compares it to performances multiple times both in his actions (escaping a straight jacket, "look nothing up my sleeve") to the reveal that Per Haskell has mistakenly given him a stage and Kaz is the ringleader. Versus the Dunyasha fight which Inej describes at first as a final performance for Ketterdam into a beautiful and honest reconciliation of her many identities as both an acrobat, a barrel brawler, the wraith, and just herself in order to finally conquer her "Shadow". And all of this culminates in the way they love and see eachother and provide what the other one lacks and needs. Kaz thinks Inej is magic and Inej cares so deeply that Kaz never gives her kind lies.

Anywho. I just think they're neat.

#six of crows #kanej #leigh bardugo #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #also i just will never get over the nothing up my sleeve line #its literally one of my all time favorites

[vashsscoreboardofpain]

WELCOME BACK SPORTS FANS >:]

It has been almost a month since we started this season of sports dear audience; 98 Vash has giving it all in the stage called No Mans Land, but today its the last day he competes. Unlike stampede's vash, his story ends here. He will join the bench after today.

Everyone please cheer for the contestant and the legacy he's about to leave in the Score Board of Pain, but also please cheer for our for the great people/person running @trigun98watchparty They have been an avid fan of sports this season and they organized the amazing watch party.

Lets begin with the last round, episode 26:

The contestant arrives to the place of his final battle. He looks at his brother in the eye and in that moments he hits the audience with a flashback sequence. It seems like the contestant wants to go out with a bang! He remembers the moment they crashed in the new planet. The memories of the contestant being forced to follow knives make the audience (and the suffering division) really sad.

Thanks to the flashbacks, the contestant scores 1 "action" point BY ALMOST KILLING KNIVES WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER. It seems like the Cain instinct took over the contestant for a few minutes, but then he gave up. The contestant keeps moving through the flashbacks, he keeps moving and hits 1 "yikes statement" point for saying "its hard to be alone, I dont want to be alone...someone" while waiting for his brother for a year. But this flashbacks isnt over yet. The contestant hits another "action" point when he doesnt defend himself after knives says he is hopeless on his own. But wait! it seems like vash threw knives onto the floor to stop him. The brothers struggle and fight. And is in that moment dear audience, that vash not only chooses the path he wants to take in life, but he also hits 1 "traumatizing event" point when he shoots knives. We must remember that this is 1) the first time he has shot at someone and 2) this is the first time he has wounded knives in a serious way. The contestant is distressed by what he did.

He runs and presents us with another flashback, and just like that he gets 1 "bad event" point for almost dying in the desert, plus a good old "action" point for calling out to rem while fainting. The people of seeds help him get on his feet and find someone related to rem. However, the good news dont last. The contestant puts himself in position and when visiting the man related to rem he hits another "traumatizing event" point. Knives killed the man before they could talk.

After that, the flashbacks of people we have seen and points already gathered start to play out. The contestant thinks about this, feel every moment of the season and gathers strength for his next move.

We return to the present. Before anyone can say anything the contestant moves and strikes 1 "bad event" point thanks to his battle with Knives. The brothers fight once again but now theyre basically matched. BUT WAIT, in the middle of the fight knives gets the upper hand and now wants to hit the contestant with his own angel arm. The contestant hits 1 "bad event" point for having the most powerful weapon ever being pointed at him, but also because the weapon gives him flashbacks of the many lives destroyed because of it, lives that he thinks he ended. 98 Vash keeps fighting knives with his own power, but after using the angel arm he collapses. Just like that the contestant is cornered again and gets 1 "bad event" point thanks to knives, who is shoots at him until he collapses again. The contestant aims but he has run out out of bullets. He hits 1 "bad event" point for getting hit in the face, but it is in that moment when HE HEARS A VOICE DEAR AUDIENCE. HE HEARS THE VOICE OF WOLFWOOD AND THAT REMINDS HIM THE PUNISHER IS RIGHT THERE READY TO BE USED. HE SHOOTS KNIVES AND TAKES CONTROL! HE DID IT! HE HAS WON THE BATTLE THANKS TO THE MVP ON THE OTHER SIDE.

THE AUDIENCE GOES WILD AND EXCITED. It has been almost a month but the contestant has finally done it- wait a moment. He is doing something. The contestant ends the sports season not with a point, but with forgiveness. He cures his brother and carries him, ready to start a new life.

AND DEAR AUDIENCE THAT WAS THE AMAZING SPORTS SEASON BY OUR CONTESTANT 98 VASH! IT HAS BEEN A FUN JOURNEY. The contestant bows to the audience as they cheer for him. He can finally relax and see how the other contestants will do in the future.

On his last round the contestant hit 11 points, making his official total 261 points! He did not reach 300 but he is still cementing a new record and a legacy in the world of sports. He has truly surpassed Stampede season 1. What a beautiful performance 98 Vash, we all hope you stay around to see the final contestant of the year.

That is all for this season sports fans! We can't wait to see you on the next season in May: Trimax season.

HOORAY FOR SPORTS.

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #vashs score board of pain

[channoticedmeuwu]

TXT CHOI LINE AS . . . MY CURRENT FAV RAMENS !!

🍜 ミ⁠●⁠﹏ ͘ ࣭⸰ SPICYSPICYSPICYSPICYSPICY!!!!

p — NONE | g — crack, slight fluff, j choi line headcanons | w — mentions of food, overall p bad bc this was just a random headcanon in my mind

a/n — yippie 😋😋 I love these ramens pls and this was a pure shower thought type headcanon lmfaoo 😭 there's no planning 4 this I hope you enjoy

YEONJUN — GEKIKARA RAMEN (EXTRA HOT)

starting off strong w/ my boy yeonjun 💪💪 look, if any of you haven't tried gekikara ramen, UMMMMMM. it's so good like.

it comes w two seasoning packets, a chili oil &a sugar and sesame seed type packet? I guess that's what makes it slightly sweet as well. you're supposed to combine everything in a bowl and throw the cooked noodles on top and mix, and the whole ramen and it's components reminded me sm of yeonjun 😭 because he's such a sweetheart, kind of like the sugary sesame seasoning, but then the occasional chili oil that slaps you in the face and you're like, “damn. yeonjun is fine asf.”

the overall taste isn't too spicy, there's a balance of everything and it's really delicious. which also reminds me sm when yeonjun performs on stage. he so flawlessly executes the entire choreography, you can tell this guy knows his shit, the way he distributes his energy throughout his entire body and knows how to captivate the audience at the same time ✋✋ jeogiyo noona yeonjun 🫦

shameless promo go try this ramen. (and try yeonjun if u can. ok I'll stop sorry.)

SOOBIN — ORIGINAL SAMYANG RAMEN

this one's got a soup base, and it says a lot that soobin is the only one out of these three who gets associated with a soupy ramen.

when you think soupy, you think comfort, you think relaxing, like a warm bowl on a cold day. the flavoring isn't anything that hits you and you're crying and reaching for a cold glass of water, but instead it's like, “wow, I could get used to this.” it's slightly salty, but you won't taste that unless you've boiled the soup down to a certain consistency where the seasoning is concentrated.

the veggies really add to the flavor too— like they have a certain aroma that they bring to the ramen. every clip I've seen of soobin when he's not performing is always something that makes me feel so happy, I'm always smiling at the screen until my mom looks at me like 🤨❓he's got such a cheerful aura to him, where he's super soft and cuddly, despite being like 6'1 ‼️‼️‼️ (😵‍💫😵‍💫)

there's this one clip of him where they're playing the headphone screaming game (LMFAO IDK WHAT ITS CALLED), and the word was “i love you” in korean, and he was so happy when he figured it out that he was screaming “I LOVE YOU? I LOVE YOU !!” like so happily n’ pouty, and I couldn't stop giggling and feeling so nice inside. and that's why I paired him with a soupy ramen 😋😋

try it, it's yummy yum yum

BEOMGYU — BULDAK (2X)

finally we have buldak. last but OH HO HO (🎅❓) DEFINITELY NOT THE FUCKING LEAST 😭😭 a dipshit. an asswipe. can you see that I love beomgyu.

ironically, buldak is my fav ramen out of these three. my family's banned me from consuming it like thrice (before they conveniently forget ab said ban &the cycle starts again) because it's SO unhealthy for you— and even I agree. me, certified buldak lover. and beomgyu biaser.

it's just so spicy but I've had it sm, I'm used to it so it doesn't burn my bootyhole anymore— and the characteristic of “spicy until you're crying and screaming pain” is so beomgyu. countless clips of this boy where he's annoying the fuck out of everyone, and I want to be like on the side of everyone being annoyed and be like “so true he's so annoying UGH 🙄” but I can't help but giggle because I find it cute.

he's such a little shit, I love watching it on screen. that's also another reason I put out so many cocky!beomgyu fics because I can't get enough of this boy being the biggest, hottest douchebag anyone's ever seen.

and I know it's been like 3 years since blue hour era but I still have NOT gotten over beomgyu mocking yeonjun's line— it was esp hilarious 4 me because I started doing that right before I saw the clip too 😭 so maybe I'm beomgyu coded, who knows.

but anyway, beomgyu, buldak, delicious but painful, don't eat it if you have a weak stomach 🤧🤧

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main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny  @kdyism  @neotism  @bluejaem  @radiorenjun  @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused  @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi @bangchansbae

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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[peterpparkrr]

Omg I am so in love with the dynamic anomthoby and 2022 reader have. Would it be too much to ask for a scenario where she’s stays and he proposes to her in their usual banter type of way? Keep up the good work and stay healthy!!

Confessions

Series: Time Travel au

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m combining this with a similar request I got in the comments of the last part I posted “What about one where 2022 reader reveals she’s from the future to Anthony and his family and their reactions?” 

This is just more fluff, I love these two too much to make it very angsty. 

Oh, and if there’s more that you’d like to see from this AU please send me a request!

This is a continuation of the first part of this au which you can find here. And in the same universe as this drabble.

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“What’d you say?” Anthony asks.

“We can’t elope,” You reiterate as you take Anthony’s hands in yours. Squeezing them lightly as you pull them into your chest. The hopeful glimmer in his eyes almost convinces you to say yes, to fall completely into the madness that takes over you when you’re with him, and just go for it. 

But you know you can’t. You can’t let him do this to himself.

You can’t help but love him. The way that he makes you feel, the fact that he respects you, sees you as his equal, but also cares for you is so new, but feels so…right. 

Getting married at all seems insane. Getting married to someone you’ve only known for a month? You’ve fallen headlong into crazy. If you were in your normal life, your old life, this would be enough to have your friends ready to stage an intervention. But it’s perfectly normal here. It’s expected.

And there is a very real, terrifying part of you that desperately wants to say yes. 

Anthony stares at you for a beat.

“You don’t want to marry me?” He asks slowly.

You can see him starting to turn in on himself, the seed of doubt at your return of his affections growing exponentially behind his eyes in real time.

“Jesus Christ, Anthony! First of all, that’s not what I’m saying. And second of all, you didn’t even ask me!” You nearly shout at him, desperate to reassure him that you feel the same way about him. But also reminding him that you need time to think and to process. 

You sigh. 

“Ant, I think I’m in love with you, but we’ve only known each other for a month, I’m not going to run away with you,” You tell him plainly. “What would your family think?”

“They would-” He starts to argue before you cut him off.

“Your mother would kill us both, and you know it,” You tell him with a hard look. “I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want you to either. So let’s go about this reasonably, okay?”

“Fine, if we stay, and have an entirely unnecessary engagement,” He offers, already looking annoyed at the idea of putting of what he feels like is the obvious next step. “Then would you agree to marry me?”

“This is insane,” You sigh as you close your eyes, shaking your head. Maybe you hit your head when you turned up here because you’d have to be brain-damaged to accept a marriage proposal like this. “But yeah, apparently I’ve gone completely crazy ever since I got here, so of course I’ll marry you,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

Anthony grins as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you forward to kiss him.

He kisses you with so much fervor that you nearly forget everything else.

Nearly. 

You want to stay. You can’t explain it, but you can’t imagine your life without him anymore. 

And Anthony doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know that you’re not from this time. How do you even begin to explain that to someone?

Or that you tried to get back to your own time, that you have no idea how you’d gotten here in the first place, but that you’d paced around the Briarly’s back garden for hours, day after day wondering if there was any way to get home. 

But now you could hardly imagine going back. Sure there were things, people especially, that you missed, your family and friends, but you have new friends, and now it seemed you might have a new family as well.

But you need to be honest with him. To tell him what little you do understand about how you arrived in this time and place.

You break away.

“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” You tell him. “Before you decide to marry me there’s something you need to know.”

“What is the matter?” Anthony asks as he takes your face into his hands, his eyes tracing along the furrow of your brow as he realizes suddenly how troubled you look. 

“I’m not from here. When I say that what I really mean is that I’m not from this time,” You try to explain. “Literally.”

“I woke up here. I’m from the year twenty-twenty-two,” You don’t want to scare Anthony off, I mean, that is truly the last thing you want to happen, so you try to keep your voice even and calm as you state the facts of your situation for him. 

“I remember being in my house, my real home, and the next second I was lying flat on my back in what I later found out was Lady Briarly’s garden, a completely different part of the world, in a completely different year.”

Anthony just stares at you, his eyes searching your own as you just look back at him with a small, semi-believable reassuring smile on your face.

“Please say something,” You finally ask as you break the awful silence between you, not being able to bear it any longer. 

You had been so happy just a few minutes ago, and now you can’t help the feeling of dread that beings to prickle at your stomach. 

“Is this some sort of joke?” Anthony asks slowly. 

“God, of course not,” You reassure him quickly. “I’m being one hundred percent serious.”

“And you’re not mad?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not crazy, I know women are institutionalized for all sorts of ridiculous things during most of history, this time period included, but I need you to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

“You can ask Lady Briarly,” You add. “She’s happy to corroborate my story.”

“Right, of course,” He replies with a nod. “Ahhh…” He trails off.

“If you need time to think or process alone that’s totally fine,” You tell him. “But I’m here if you have any questions.”

“I will give you leave,” He finally tells you. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight,” You call after him. 

You stand there as you watch him leave. He never turns once to look back at you. And you try not to let that pierce your heart. 

“You and Miss (Y/L/N) have been looking very cozy as of late,” Benedict teases his older brother as Anthony takes a seat in the chair across from where Benedict is standing at his easel. 

“I think she might be mad,” Anthony blurts out. “That or she really does not want to marry me.”

“Well she’s always seemed a bit odd,” Benedict replies, though he never takes his eyes off the canvas in front of him. “Outside of the fact that she puts up with you, of course.”

“Very funny,” Anthony replies with a roll of his eyes as he slumps down in the chair even more. “No, I tried to get her to elope with me last night.”

“Anthony!” Benedict hisses as his eyes snap up from his work, wide with surprise as he stares at his brother in abject horror.

“Yes, yes, but then she started trying to tell me all this madness about being from the future and traveling through time,” Anthony continues. 

Benedict considers what he said for a moment. 

“She is very forward thinking, perhaps that is what she meant?” “That’s what I thought too, but she insisted that she’s from the future,” Anthony replies.

“Oh dear,” Benedict murmurs.

“She said Lady Briarly would corroborate her story,” Anthony adds.

“Well, what did Lady Briarly say when you asked her?” Benedict asks him.

“(Y/N)  just told me last night,” Anthony admits as he glances over at his brother. Desperate for some kind of advice, some suggestion of what to do. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with either of them again.”

“Well, I believe mother sent them an invitation to tea today. So perhaps you’ll get your chance to find out the truth this afternoon,” Benedict informs him. “Your soon-to-be fiancée is mad, oh Anthony, now it all makes sense,” He adds with a chuckle.

“Don’t you have some fruit to paint or something?” Anthony snaps as he stands from his chair, pushing out of the room, already regretting his attempt to confide in his brother. 

“Lady Briarly, oh it’s so good to see you both!” Violet Bridgerton greets you warmly. 

You smile nervously at her. You’re already nervous about being in her presence given what Anthony asked of you last night, but after the bomb you dropped on him right after, you’re even more nervous, about what he might say or do now, in the presence of his entire family. 

You want to trust that he’ll believe you. But honestly, if it hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t be very likely to believe someone if they told you a story like that. 

“It’s delightful to see you as well, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Briarly greets her in return.

You almost stick out your hand to shake Lady Bridgerton’s, entirely on instinct which Lady Briarly quickly and discreetly bats back down. 

“It’s so good to see you again, Lady Bridgerton,” You say as you smile at her.

“Lady Briarly, might I have a word?” Anthony asks as he joins your group. His eyes flicker to your own for a moment, but you can’t seem to get a read on what he’s thinking at all which does nothing to quell the nerves in your stomach.

“Of course, my dear,” She replies as she allows him to escort her out of the room. 

“Then you must join me and meet Anthony’s sisters,” Lady Bridgerton says as she crosses your arm with hers and leads you over to the seating area where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings are sitting. 

Anthony clears his throat as he turns back to face Lady Briarly once they’re alone in the hallway. “Lady Briarly, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Miss (Y/L/N) has informed me of her…”

“Her story, yes, she told me this morning,” Lady Briarly supplies with an understanding smile. 

“Ah, and she said that you would be happy to explain what happened to me,” Anthony adds with a sigh of relief. At least now he can get to the bottom of this without worrying that he himself has gone mad as well.

“Of course, I can only imagine how challenging this must be for you, I mean, when it happened to us I think we all thought we’d gone mad,” Lady Briarly admits with a half-hearted chuckle. 

When she sees how serious, and frankly, how nervous Anthony looks she clears her own throat and nods.

“She appeared in the garden one day while my son was playing. He’s only seven of course, but in all honestly, he does not have the imagination to come up with this kind of tale. He was playing and suddenly she appeared. When she woke up she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here,” Lady Briarly explains to him. 

“She’s just as sane as you and I,” Lady Briarly adds.

“And you just… took her in? A complete stranger?” Anthony asks in confusion. 

“Well she had nowhere else to go,” Lady Briarly explains. “She was so scared and confused when it first happened, and even now there are times where it all overwhelms her. She doesn’t fit in because she knows nothing about our world. Think about how lonely she must feel. That’s why I was so glad she found you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I want you both to be happy, but I know I cannot force you to believe me, or to believe her, but I also want you to ask yourself why she would lie about this?” She asks. “She took a great risk by telling you her story, a story that could land her in the papers, or worse, an asylum if the tale got out. Which means she must trust you a great deal. So what are you going to do with all that trust?”

Anthony considers Lady Briarly for a moment, and then her words.

“You’ve certainly given me a great deal to think about Lady Briarly, thank you for your candor, but I think I’ve already made my decision,” He tells her. “Shall we return to the others?”

“Are you going to marry Anthony?” Hyacinth asks you suddenly.

“Hyacinth!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims, unprepared for the sudden outburst from her youngest.

“What? Why else would she be here?” Hyacinth asks her mother.

You have to hold in your laughter at the precociousness of Anthony’s little sister. Maybe there isn’t very much difference between your time and this, after all, an outspoken girl like Hyacinth would fit right in in the 21st century.

“You cannot ask people questions like that, it’s not polite,” Lady Bridgerton chastises her. 

“It’s quite alright, she has every right to be curious,” You tell her with a wink. “And I have every right not to answer a personal question like that.”

Hyacinth deflates slightly with your refusal to entertain her impertinent questioning and runs off to find one of her brothers once she realizes she’s not going to get the answers she wants out of you.

When Lady Briarly and Anthony rejoin the group you move to stand so that you can speak with Anthony, you know he’ll have more questions for you, and you’d rather get it over with if you’re being completely honest. 

But before you can make your way over to him he’s clearing his throat, garnering the attention of his family.

“I have an announcement I’d like to make,” He tells them all as you stand in the middle of the group, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“I have asked Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to marry me, and she said yes,” He tells them as he steps towards you before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Oh my!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims as she stands from her seat abruptly. 

“I’m so happy for you both,” She gushes as she pulls you both into tight hugs. “I know you’ll make each other very happy.”

“I’m just glad Anthony agreed to have the wedding here,” You tell her with a smile as she presses her lips to your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” She asks as she steps back from you, looking at you quizzically. 

“Well, he wanted to elope,” You admit before Anthony can stop you. 

“Anthony Bridgerton!” She nearly shouts as she whips her head towards her son.

“But we didn’t! We won’t!” Anthony is quick to add in a futile attempt to avoid his mother’s wrath.

“You certainly will not!” Lady Bridgerton hisses. “Do you want to kill me?!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Anthony hisses in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that was scandalous!” You whisper back, though you can’t quite stop yourself from laughing quietly at the hilarity of it all.

“You can’t keep feigning ignorance on everything forever, my dear,” He tells you as his mother seems to recover slightly from the shock and pulls Lady Briarly aside to start making plans.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” You tell him with a smug smile.

“I didn’t think you’d accept everything this easily,” You admit as you turn to face him properly.

“In the end, it all seemed quite simple when Lady Briarly laid it out. You trusted me, and I trust you, what else is there?” Anthony tells you.

“As long as you promise to stay here with me, that’s all that I care about,” He adds as he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You tell him as you grin up at him. 

You can’t say you’ve ever felt so incandescently happy. And you can certainly get used to this feeling.

“Are you certain that you don’t want to elope?” Anthony asks.

“Anthony!” Both you and Lady Bridgerton shout.

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Adam's story part I

Adam, a 19-year-old epitome of athletic prowess, stands confidently as the unspoken leader of his circle of friends. His days are marked by a vigorous regimen of exercise and a meticulous diet, sculpting a physique that mirrors the chiseled statues of Greek gods. With his razor-sharp abs and broad shoulders, Adam is the embodiment of youthful vigor and vitality.

But beneath this veneer of physical perfection lies a streak of arrogance. Adam, blinded by his own physical attributes, often finds himself scoffing at those who don't match his stringent standards of fitness. He harbors a dismissive attitude towards overweight individuals, often teasing them with a snide remark or a condescending look. This behavior, though unnoticed by him, sows seeds of resentment among those around him.

Adam's wardrobe choices are a testament to his vanity. He favors clothes that cling snugly to his body, ensuring that every contour and curve of his muscular frame is on display. His friends often hear him boast about the perfection of his body, a topic he never tires of.

The local swimming pool is his stage, a place where he feels his attractiveness is amplified. Here, Adam dons a speedo, deliberately a size too small, reveling in the way it accentuates his physique. He struts around the poolside with an air of nonchalance, often catching glances from onlookers. In his mind, these glances are admiring, even envious, as he basks in the glory of his own self-perceived allure.

Adam's life took an unexpected turn after he dropped out of school at 19. His days of carefree lounging, drinking, and relentless working out came to an abrupt halt when his parents, fed up with his lackadaisical attitude, decided it was time for him to face the real world. They kicked him out, thrusting him into a reality where his sculpted abs and athletic prowess held little currency.

With limited academic achievements and no significant work experience, Adam found himself at the doors of a local supermarket, taking up a job as a cashier. The job was far from glamorous, a stark contrast to the life of leisure and admiration he was accustomed to. Long hours on his feet, dealing with a constant stream of customers, and the monotonous beep of the scanner became his new routine. The job was exhausting, both physically and mentally, leaving him drained at the end of each day.

The pay was meager, barely enough to cover his living expenses. Adam managed to rent a small, sparsely furnished apartment – a far cry from the comfort of his parents' home. The walls were bare, the furniture minimal, and the space felt constricted, a constant reminder of his strained circumstances.

Despite these challenges, Adam's pride wouldn't allow him to reveal his struggles to his friends. He put on a brave face, masking his hardships with the same cockiness that defined his persona. But his friends weren't fooled. They noticed the subtle changes in him – the tired eyes, the less frequent gym visits, the absence of invitations to his place. They could sense the challenges he was facing, yet Adam continued to hide behind a façade, unwilling to expose his vulnerabilities and accept the helping hands that might have been extended.

Adam's financial situation spiraled further downwards, forcing him to make tough decisions. One of the first casualties of his budget cuts was his gym membership, a sacrifice that hit him hard. The gym was more than a place to work out for Adam; it was his sanctuary, a space where he felt in control and admired. Now, confined to his cramped apartment, he tried to maintain his fitness regimen, but it lacked the variety and intensity of a fully-equipped gym.

His addictions to drinking and smoking only exacerbated his financial woes. These habits, once easily funded by his parents' support, now gnawed away at his meager earnings. The stark reality of having to fund his own lifestyle was a jolt to Adam, but his pride and stubbornness prevented him from admitting the comfort his parents' financial support had offered.

In an effort to stretch every dollar, Adam began cutting corners in ways he never imagined. He started wearing the same clothes for two days in a row, foregoing his usual standards of personal grooming. His showers became less frequent, a tactic to save on water bills, but this only served to diminish his once impeccable appearance.

These changes, both big and small, began to take a toll on Adam's mental health. The confident, cocky young man who once strutted around with an air of invincibility was now grappling with the harsh realities of independence and financial struggle. Isolation crept in as he found himself without a support system. His friends, once a constant in his life, were kept at arm's length, leaving Adam to face his challenges alone, without anyone to help him navigate through this difficult phase of his life.

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