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taexoxosgf · 4 months

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DO IT AGAIN

PAIRING brother’s best friend!park jisung x fem!reader

WORDS 3.7k

SYNOPSIS your brother’s best friend can never get you alone. that’s why he won’t miss an opportunity— even if your brother’s on the other side of the walls.

WARNINGS reader is tyong’s sister, jealousy, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

NOTES this smut is actually from a super long fic i posted on my old account! i’m not sure if i’m gonna post the whole thing because i’m cringing rereading it lol

“So, how’s your big bro’s parties? It’s better than frat parties huh?” Taeyong dangles the red cup charged with alcohol in front of your face just for you to swat away in annoyance. “No musty bathrooms and paint peeling off the walls! Woooooooo!”

You’re going to have to have a jolly time cleaning his vomit in the morning. “Stop drinking you little shit. I’m not gonna take care of you tomorrow, just so you know.”

He does a little dance that has you suppressing a laugh, “The night is still young! Loosen up a little! Won’t stop until you’re having as much fun as me!” Your brother is so out of it, that he bumps into a million corners of the home and an attendee urges him to the couch.

“Actually… I’m not feeling so good,” he shushes the person helping before running out of the main room.

“Oh my god,” you pinch the sides of your nose bridge, unable to understand how Taeyong’s motto is always all or nothing.

You're nothing near Taeyong's level of intoxication, and whether it's the devil on your shoulder or the drink, you want Jisung. Excruciatingly so. Whoever claimed that drinking made you act like a bitch in heat wasn't kidding. It's more than true now that you know he's nearby– wanting to look for Jisung because if he wasn't going to make a move tonight, you would.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice calls you, prompting you to turn around.

“Hyuck? Oh my god! How are you?” you’re already bringing your arms out for a hug and he’s quick to immediately accept.

You both went to high school together before he left for university thousands of miles away. He still texts you now and then, but due to the time difference, you never had the opportunity to properly catch up.

“Not doing too bad. It’s so good to finally talk face-to-face babe, holy shit,” he chuckles.

“How’s the East Coast? Did you find a girlfriend at Columbia yet?”

“Nah, you know me. Girls there are way too preppy for me. Plus, I can’t stand another minute of freshmen thinking they’re living through Gossip Girl,” he pretends to gag, swaying his body from side to side.

“Hey! Don’t hate. That show was ahead of its time,” you comment, brows raised.

“It IS! But I’m talking about the people acting as if they were a part of the show themselves. Like come on, you were probably five when it came out!” he exclaims.

"Fair enough," you nod. "You know who you should go for?" an idea flashes across your mind as you speak.

“Who?” he shifts closer, genuinely curious.

You wave towards you as another way of telling him to step even closer and cup your hand behind his ear before whispering, “Yuna.”

“What?! There’s no way!” he steps away, not expecting you would say your best friend’s name.

“Come on! You guys would look so hot together! What’s so ‘no way’ about that idea?”

Your old friend momentarily pauses, like he didn’t know what kind of question you asked. “She’d never go for me.”

“What? She used to have a crush on you! You were always around different girls so she never made a move,” you affirm. “You know how she was in high school,” you remind him of the girl who was once afraid to step out of her comfort zone.

“Are you serious? There’s no way that’s true! You’re straight up lying to my face right now,” he groans, looking as if he was going through a mental crisis due to the news.

“I swear on my Loubitons that it’s true! Just talk to her,” you point to the back door. “She’s in the backyard. I’m sure she would love to catch up.”

He brings a hand to his chin, soothingly rubbing with his index, “You do love those shoes…”

“More than myself, so come on! The times ticking!” you press him further, and his eyes light up when he realizes the words you’re feeding him might actually be true.

“You know what, fuck it.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Acting like a true alpha male!” you jump up and down, probably with more excitement than he has.

He chuckles at your words, “Okay. Okay. Let’s hang out and catch up this week. Let me know when you’re free.”

“Okay now go!” you try not to hold him back longer than he needs to be.

“I”m go-”

Before you can properly bid goodbye, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you away towards the narrow hallway of the home.

You see it’s Jisung after checking, and he’s definitely on a mission by the way he doesn’t utter a word. Instead, he drags you through the hallway and finally halts his steps at the sign of your bedroom door.

“Jisung, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t let up on your wrist, and definitely doesn’t spare you a glance until you’re both in the room with the door shut behind your back. It’s almost pitch black in the room, and the only light source is the hallway lights illuminating underneath the crack of the door. Jisung finally lets go of your wrist when it’s just you two in your own space, and he brings that same arm above your head to anchor himself.

“Jisung.”

“Y/n,” his voice comes out hoarse, more playful. This was just what you wanted. He’s right here on a silver platter and you hadn’t even come close to building up the courage to approach him first.

Too bad you love to act dumb for the hell of it.

“What are you doing?” your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, noticing how close his face was to yours. It was the perfect opportunity. Taeyong was probably passed out along with the loud music all throughout the house. There’s no way anyone could hear a thing from inside the room.

“Just wanted you to myself,” he comments. You can smell the alcohol on his lips, assuming it was the reason behind his impatience– but don’t think he’s drunk due to his coherent speech and careful movements.

“You have me to yourself now. So what is it?” you gloat, acting as if you don’t notice him struggling to control himself.

“Sorry, I took you away from your little boyfriend. Look’s like you guys were having fun,” you can hear the slight anger in his voice, jaw clenching following the statement.

You roll your eyes in order to suppress a grin, the alcohol influencing you to play games, “Hyuck isn’t my boyfriend, just an old friend. Remember him?”

He notices the hint of playfulness in your eyes, wanting to just fuck it out of you. But he’s waited too long to do this, and there have been too many interrupted moments, so he leans into patience for resolve. “Oh, I must have missed something babe.”

You shift your face closer to him to prove your point once again, “He calls everyone that! Go up to him, he’ll literally call you babe.”

“Hmm,” Jisung hums. “Should I call him Hyuck too?”

Your eyes shoot to his plushy lips, his jealousy turning you on, but you don’t back down just yet, “If you heard that, then you must’ve heard the part where I told him to go for Yuna.”

“I checked out the moment you were calling each other pet names, baby,” he leans his hips against you, eyes evident with desire even in the darkness.

“Well, it’s definitely different coming from you,” you give him what he wants to hear, but it’s ultimately the truth.

Jisung pulls back just to lean down against your ear, “Different, how?”

It’s like he knows the power he has over you when he’s using that tone, including the fact that you feel him between your legs only slightly hard. It’s definitely bigger than you previously thought, the excitement shooting to your core, “I’m not spelling it out for you, baby.”

The name has him bringing his face back to where it was before, cocking a brow. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Play games. Don’t fuck with me because if you are, I’m gonna lose it,” he seethes, all control he previously displayed being lost in an instant.

You began narrowing the gap between the two of you even more, your noses brushing against each other. Jisung falters slightly as you do so, his hand landing on your hip. He's noticeably less in control than when he initially encircled you in the room, taking in every inch of you as you jut your hips forward.

He groans, struggling to keep up with what you've been doing.

"I'm not fucking with you," you say, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. "Just giving you what you want."

Jisung doesn’t know how you tempt while looking so innocent. If he’s being honest with himself, he never holds a sliver of command when you’re present. “You’re hot as fuck,” he mutters, trying to maintain a normal breathing pattern.

"You're hotter," your lips nearly touch at the movement. You're grinning ear-to-ear, but it's short-lived as Jisung grabs your nape and presses his lips to yours. This kiss is nothing like the previous one, and you want to drown in him. You press your mouth even harder on his, and he responds by positioning his entire weight against your body. You’re actually somewhat sober this time around and take notice of the piercing at the corner of his lips. The silver metal grazing over your lips provides a cold sensation to the hot atmosphere, and you push down a moan at the feeling.

He’s such a good kisser, it surprises you but doesn’t at the same time. The boy you used to know was so different than the one in front of you now.

When you set your arms around his neck to play with his locks, he grabs a hold of your waist. You're drowning, arching your back to relieve the tension in your body as the kiss deepens. Jisung licks your lips, and you easily accept his tongue, lips fighting against his. His tongue dances with yours, getting sloppier by the minute, ready to rip each other's clothes off.

He taps the back of your leg with his hand, signaling for you to jump. You do so without breaking contact with his lips, and he smiles against yours. The taste of alcohol in his mouth ignites something within you, along with the scent of his washed hair intertwined with the cologne he’s wearing.

Jisung slowly sets you down against the mattress, slotting himself between your legs before he pulls back for air. “You look submissive as fuck right now. Is that what you’re into? Being dominated?” he purrs, fingers playing with the waistline of your pants.

“Only if you like to dominate.”

The switch in his head flips, and he uses one hand to unzip your jeans to slowly run his fingers over your clothed clit. Your toes curl at the sudden pressure to your sensitive core that's been begging to be touched. The thin material of your panties doesn’t do much to shield his touch, but one thing’s for sure, if it feels this good, you can’t imagine how it’d feel when it’s not just a tease.

“Fuck,” you pant, moving your hands underneath Jisung’s shirt.

“What?” he asks, moving down to your neck. The sensation of his warm tongue against your neck has your skin igniting goosebumps all over. “I can’t hear you. Already falling apart?”

“N-no,” you stutter, knowing damn well that anything done to you will be the actual end. It seems like he wants to win the moment he brings his red and swollen lips back onto yours, sparing any niceties. He’s smothering you, ruthlessly kissing you to no end. But when you become lost in his lips once again, Jisung slips his hand underneath the band of your underwear to touch your pussy head-on.

“Jisungg,” you say against his mouth.

Of course, he doesn’t let up, circling your bud, knowing exactly where to touch you even though this is the first time you’ve done this with him. It’s nothing, but feels like so much, your thighs attempting to close around his hand.

He’s still attacking your mouth with his, fingers trailing in an up-and-down motion between your folds. It surprises you, and you moan against his mouth, unable to maintain the same pattern with your lips. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he lets go of your mouth with a pop, groaning at the arousal coating his fingers.

“Please, Jisung. I need you,” you whimper, unable to take any more of the mere seconds of pleasure he’s giving you. You don’t even look down as he slides your pants off along with your panties in one motion. He tsks, lowly enunciating a small, “So impatient.”

Without anything in the way, he doesn’t waste time plunging his fingers into your pussy, groaning at the way the muscle tightly clamps around his fingers– and it shoots straight down to your core, never getting enough of how deep his voice is.

The pleasure you’ve been trying to grasp is finally reached, a gasp spilling from your lips once he curls his fingers inside you. Your hands have found their way to his back, fingers digging deep into his skin and he hisses at the slight pain.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs against your ear while his fingers begin to speed up in pace. You’re bucking your hips up, wanting to meet him halfway in order to reach euphoria. “I w-want it,” you cry.

“Want what?” he asks, voice too soft for the motions he’s enacting.

“Want you. Want you so bad,” you moan, throwing your head back when he hits a certain spot. It feels too good to stop, and every part of your body tingles at the pleasure.

You want to sob at the feeling it brings you, his fingers, mercilessly driving in and out of your cunt, while his thumb circles your clit. Your stomach feels tight from all the stimulation, and his body pressed against yours makes you feel hot all over. What you don’t notice is Jisung’s watching every movement on your facial features, loving the way your brows scrunch and how your pretty lips open up every time he hits a certain spot.

The band in your lower abdomen is on the verge of snapping, and the fact that he's above you doesn't help. Jisung's hair still falls perfectly, occasionally brushing the tip of his nose. He’s so fucking hot, you can’t hold back. You can't stop the orgasm from reaching your body simply by the way he feels on your body and looks above you.

“P-please,” you beg.

At the feeling of your pussy tightening around your fingers, he digs into your cheek, bringing your face back towards his. “Come on, you can do it. Cum,” he demands.

“F-fuck! I-I’m gonna–” you scream, body convulsing as your orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t stop his movements until you’re whining for him to stop. Pulling his coated fingers out, just to bring it to his lips.

As the climactic high wears off, your body becomes limp, but the image of Jisung bringing his plump lips to wrap around his fingers leaves you wanting more. You nearly squeak when he groans at the taste, letting go of his fingers with a pop. "Mmm," Jisung moans. "You taste so good."

“Here, have a taste baby,” he smirks, bringing those same digits to swipe motions at your core. You whimper at the sensitivity, the buzzing feeling still present. “Open,” he commands.

You listen, sticking out your tongue for him to insert them into your mouth. The wet muscle swirls around his fingers, finally closing around them, and you gag when he presses further into your mouth, teasing your throat. “Good girl.”

It’s so arousing that you intend to get up from your original position beneath him, but he catches your wrists and pins them over your head to keep you in place. Maybe it's the unfulfilled horniness from all the other times he’s tried to get you under him, but it's got you whining and squirming beneath him for his tolerance. “Fuck, it’s like you knew this was gonna happen,” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your body.

His hot breath fans against your face, “Did you?” He begins to trace the contours of your body, slipping underneath your shirt on his way up. “No,” it’s a weak response, body twitching when he starts massaging your breasts. You had just experienced an unearthly orgasm, but everything Jisung does just causes your cunt to clench around nothing, and it’s only once out of a million times since he walked through the door.

“Just fuck me,” you plead, feeling his thick cock prodding at the side of your thigh.

“You sure?” he asks once more for confirmation.

“Yes, now hurry,” your whine turns into a pout, and he chuckles at your impatience.

“Do you have a condom in your room?”

“Fuck no, I’m on birth control.” He groans at the information, already quick to tug his cock out of its confines.

And just like that, Jisung slowly inches his cock into you. “Oh,” you cry at the fullness. He’s stretching you out so well, and the slight burn just adds fuel to the fire.

“Holy shit,” he sighs. “You’re so tight,” to ease the tightness, his fingers are already making their way back to your bud, circling in slow motions, “Relax for me pretty.”

You nod, eyes rolling back into your head when he slowly begins to move. “Fffuck,” he curses, his grip moving to your waist the moment your legs instinctively wrap around his. He feels so fucking good inside you and you regret with every ounce of your being you both didn’t do this sooner. You should’ve jumped him when you had the chance because fuck. How are you going to stop now? “You feel so fucking good,” he groans at the sensation.

“Ji–sung,” you moan, “Faster.” Your walls clench around his hard cock dragging against your walls, speeding up in pace and you fully lose it. The lewd sounds of skin slapping echo through the bedroom, and Jisung just swallows your pour of moans. He eventually listens to your request, practically nailing you into the mattress. It feels so good, the sounds coming from him, the feel of his cock pulling out, leaving the tip, just to roughly thrust back inside. You don’t know how much more you can take.

The thin silver chain he always wears around his neck dangles right before your eyes, and even in your fucked out state, you can’t stop looking at Jisung. The sweat on his forehead causes the front pieces to stick, the glow of sex already peeking through. “This is what you get,” he spits, but you can tell he’s slightly holding back. “This is what you get for all the times you fucking ran away. When I could’ve fucked you dumb like you want.”

Jisung’s name was the only thing coherent as he drills into you, squealing at a particular thrust of his hips. He’s so deep inside you, tip faintly against your cervix. “You’re cock’s s-so big,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision. The higher the tension builds in your stomach, the more Jisung continues to destroy you. “Jisung, fuck!”

“You like it hard huh? Want me to make your pussy mine?” His dirty words only have you holding onto him tighter, digging the heel of your feet into his spine. It’s too bad you can’t respond, your brain a puddle of mush at this point, cock going too fast for you to think about anything else. The bed frame knocks against the walls as the bed shakes but there’s no room to worry about that. Especially when he’s hitting every spot inside you perfectly.

“Answer me,” he grunts as your moans grow higher in pitch, unable to take it much longer.

“Y-yes, it’s a-all yours,” your body jolts after every movement, carving pleasure all over his skin. The thread that holds on for dear life is on the verge of snapping, and you wail before your second orgasm can send you crashing down.

It was so easy for Jisung to slide in and out of your pussy, your dripping arousal coating his cock perfectly. “Ji–” you attempt to warn him, but he already made his way back to your clit, pressing rough circles. You begin to babble random sounds, unable to form coherent words when he’s impaling you.

“Yes!” A shriek tears itself from your throat at your orgasm, and your toes curl at the high that takes over you yet again tonight. Your body spasms, and your mind stuck in a haze when he continues stuffing your achy cunt with him.

“Holy shit,” it’s almost impossible for Jisung to keep going when you’re clamping down on him like a vice, keeping him from completely being able to leave.

“Inside, cum inside, Jisung,” you plead when his hips begin to stutter. After a few more thrusts, he fully moans, painting your insides. “Fuck,” It feels even more full than before, if that was even possible and you whimper from the overstimulation from the last few movements. After his orgasm is at its resolution, he slumps into your form, not bothering to pull out.

You’re both just lying there trying to catch your breath, and it’s somewhat serene. The music combined with the vague sound of murmurs could be heard from outside and that’s when you remember that there were indeed a bunch of individuals present too. Maybe they heard you guys fucking, and Jisung seems to have similar thoughts when he raises his head to murmur something. “I forgot to lock the door.”

Your eyes shoot wide open in response, “What? Are you serious? Someone could walk in to you butt-ass naked!”

You’re actually alarmed, but he just stares back at you, his mouth turning into a wide grin. “Nah, I’m just playin',” he laughs.

You chuckle along with him, playfully slapping his shoulder because of his unseriousness. “You’re so annoying.”

“Get used to it baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

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shokopan · 1 year

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WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES . MIYA ATSUMU

PAIRING: atsumu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff/comfort and the tiniest bit of angst if you really squint

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

CONTENT WARNINGS: cursing

AYA’S NOTES: i was sifting through my old folder of haikyuu fics i wrote last yr && remembered how much i loved this fic when i found it :DDD

“what’s wrong with saying that i'd date you if we'd met in high school?” you inquire, clutching your legs tight to your chest as you rock towards atsumu slightly, deliberately falling into your boyfriend's chest as he swiftly snakes an arm around your waist to steady you.

“nothing babe, i swear,” he instantly replies, untangling your fingers from each other to replace one with his free hand, “you just didn’t know me then! i wasn’t too great of a guy in high school if i’m being honest. you probably would've ended up crushing on samu or aran kun, maybe even kita san. he's always been pretty good looking and had tons of girls admiring him,”

“and remember when we first met in uni?” atsumu continues, eyes lowering down when he senses a newfound warmth as you envelop both of your hands around his.

“when i told you off for picking a fight with sakusa san?” you answer, recalling the boiling outrage you felt towards him years prior, "and proceeded to call you an irritating prick?"

“and i fell madly in love with you? yup,” atsumu grins cheekily before faltering by the slightest, "i was basically like that in high school, but way worse,”

“i mean i’m not as bad now, i hope. but yeah babe, i don’t think you’d date me if you knew how i acted then,” atsumu shrugs with , “and i wouldn’t blame you, y'know? dating an asshole sounds rough,”

“tell me about it, i’m dating one myself,” you giggle, bumping your shoulder with his as atsumu sulks, “kidding kidding! but what changed? you’re so sweet to me now tsumu, i can’t imagine you being any bit worse than that day we met,”

“fallin’ in love with you, that’s what changed me,” atsumu responds earnestly, shifting around and wriggling his hands from yours to cups the softness of your cheeks.

“tsumu! don’t say stuff like that if you don’t-“ you protest, moving your face down to bury it in atsumu’s large palms in embarrassment.

“i’m serious! honest!” atsumu protests, sliding his palms down to your jawline and lifting your face to level with his eyes, “you make me a better man babe, my parents, and even samu have said that. but you make me always want to be better because you deserve the best and i love you,”

warmth creeps up your cheeks as a faint soreness materializes, bringing attention to just how wide you’re grinning now, “i love you too tsumu,”

“you better love me! this conversation is making me fucking sad, thinking about how shitty i was. i better draft some emails or something to my old coaches and team for being such a pain to deal with,” atsumu chuckles, brushing the locks away from your face as he admires you for a brief moment, in awe of just how perfect you are when smiling.

“you’re absolutely perfect now,” you beam, taking your turn to cocoon your hands around atsumu’s jawline, “so so perfect,”

“damn right i am,” atsumu puffs his chest out, his signature childish yet endearing pride returning. his cheeks are dusted rose, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily, “i’m working hard babe, gonna be the absolute best boyfriend for you to make up for shitty high school tsumu,”

“good to know,” you giggle, “but you’re already the best boyfriend tsumu, it doesn’t matter how you were in high school. you’ve grown and matured since then, and there’s no need to make up for the past. it’s like your old school's motto, right? we don’t need things like memories. we don’t need to dwell on the people we were in the past. i love you now, and isn’t that what matters?”

“you’re too good to me babe,” atsumu groans playfully, hugging your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder with mild chagrin, taking in your sincerity as his blush grows fiercer by the moment, “i love you so much,”

“i love you too tsum,” a soft smile replaces the cheesy grin as you dip your head down the place butterfly kisses on the exposed part of atsumu’s jaw, “and i’m glad we met. really glad,”

you feel atsumu smile into your shoulder as he lifts his head up, a dorky grin plastered on his face as he kisses you, pulling away momentarily after as he whispers, “me too, i’m grateful we met that day,”

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paintingwhiteceilings · 9 months

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❃Seventeen’s chances of surviving a zombie apocalypse❃

a/n: soooo I wrote this for EXO and thought, well, why not do the same for svt. Anyway, enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 8/10

❀ The fists are up and he is ready to fight anyone or anything that gets too close. His physical strength will definitely get him far. At the same time, this man is also a bit, just a bit, of a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror stuff (remember him and DK in the haunted house?). In this case, it might actually help him out, keeping him on his toes constantly.

❀ He is super competitive too. If anyone lets it slip that he might not survive the apocalypse, he will make it his sole goal in life to out-apocalypse everyone around him.

❀ Then again, as the members like to remind him, he is not the youngest and perhaps doesn’t have the best endurance any more. He needs to sit down every now and then, leaving him prone to zombies.

❀ He will definitely be complaining the entire time. Somehow, he manages to make his situation sound much worse than it really is.

Jeonghan: 9/10

❀ Nothing really phases him, I feel like Jeonghan has maxed out all his stats and has, consequently, become unstoppable. He is an absolute ace and makes everyone wonder whether he was born to be in a zombie apocalypse.

❀ The only reason I am docking a point is due to this man’s constant exhaustion and love for sleep. His main motto is “Better be lazy than tired” so I wouldn’t be surprised at Jeonghan trying to find ways to shortcut the most basic of tasks. There is a slight, very tiny, chance for his master-mind plans to go awry.

❀ Once he finds himself in a dangerous situation or on the brink of being eaten, he will simply give up. Maybe life is truly easier as a zombie. At least he won’t have to constantly be on the run.

❀ Still, Jeonghan will be going through this apocalypse in the most efficient way possible, trying to find any loopholes to make his life easier and preserving his energy for those moments when he truly needs it.

Joshua 5/10

❀ Honestly, Joshua is such a wild card. He would definitely try to employ the “they can’t predict what I am doing if I don’t know what I am doing” tactic. Joshua becomes the definition of “can’t let them know your next move.”

❀ It would work half of the time. Either the zombies get so confused that he catches them off guard, or all he did was inconvenience himself further.

❀ Like, what if, instead of running away from the zombies, he would run towards them? The zombies would definitely not be expecting it but it would make it easier for them to, you know, kill him.

❀ His ideas are borderline insane, and nobody can really tell whether it is due to the apocalypse or because he is Joshua, having always been slightly out of his mind. He will definitely get someone else accidentally killed by suggesting a crazy plan. My money is on Hoshi.

Jun 4/10

❀ The reason this man has any chance of survival is because Seventeen treats him like a maknae. I am pretty sure they would sacrifice anyone and anything to keep him alive, and he kind of needs it.

❀ Jun isn’t particularly known for his amazing talent at sports. He always gets picked last in any GoSe episode containing physical games which makes his odds of surviving not too great. Like yeah, sure, he is ripped and probably has amazing endurance, but ask him to throw anything and he will miss.

❀ He is also unpredictable and doesn’t really listen to the others. They will tell him not to touch the zombies and he will see it as a challenge, “I can touch a zombie if I want to!”

❀ 10000000% the type to try and communicate with the zombies. He is convinced that if he can learn Korean, he can also learn zombie and ask them if they can become friends.

❀ (Maybe slightly unrelated, but he would be an amazing person to have around for emotional support. He would be great at comforting those feeling pessimistic, scared or upset.)

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000/10 or 100000/10

❀ It can go two ways with Hoshi. Either he hides somewhere and vanishes from the universe until the apocalypse has ended or he gets himself killed within the first day.

❀ Hoshi has proven that if he doesn’t want to be found, you won’t find him. Somehow, this energetic mess of a Gemini is able to turn invisible when he wants to. Depending on how bored he gets, he might be able to stick it out until the apocalypse has ended.

❀ If he doesn’t hide, he is as good as dead. He has the dangerous combination of not being scared of zombies and zero impulse control. He will be trying something stupid without a second thought and would get himself killed.

❀ He growls at the zombies because surely, they would be intimidated by him. He is a tiger, after all.

❀ His members are seriously considering putting a leash on him so that he can’t constantly run off doing god knows what. He just really hates sitting still, let him go risk his life getting provisions.

❀ Honestly, the main reason why Hoshi won’t survive for long is because he would do another impression of Seungkwan, resulting in Seungkwan ‘accidentally’ kicking him into a hoard of zombies.

Wonwoo: 10/10

❀ He has played enough games and watched enough Netflix to know what to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse. Wonwoo is prepared, well-read and ready to go. He will be the smart one that tries to find out what makes the zombies tick, taking notes on their behaviours and potential weaknesses.

❀ Wonwoo is, furthermore, so incredibly athletic. He can outrun the zombies with ease, not even breaking a sweat when he does.

❀ He also seems to possess brain cells compared to some of the members and a dose of common sense. I know that there is no normal one in Seventeen but he seems to put a lot of thought in his decision-making and seems less inclined to listen to his intrusive thoughts.

❀ Wonwoo could survive on his own, his introverted side ensuring that he doesn’t really feel the need to seek out others and depend on them. The only reason he sticks around the other members is for the drama. He loves watching the others bicker for hours, eating his popcorn as he lurks in the nearby shadows.

Woozi/Jihoon: ∞/10

❀ He has no idea that there is a zombie apocalypse going on because he hasn’t really gone outside since it started. Yeah sure, the gym he frequents has been really quiet as of late, but that is an absolute win in his book and he is not to going to jinx it by mentioning it.

❀ The world could literally be ending on the other side of his window, and this man would think that the sirens would make for an awesome sample for his song. What do you mean, sirens mean that something is going on outside?

❀ It doesn’t even matter if the other members come to check up on him or try to convince him to leave the studio, informing him the world is ending. “What do you mean it is dangerous outside, it always is dangerous outside.”

❀ He will simply survive the entire apocalypse because he had no awareness of it and it had no awareness of him. Woozi is on another level entirely.

DK/Seokmin: -1000/10

❀ An absolute mess. Somewhere laying on the ground in the feudal position up for grabs.

❀ He has been screaming since it started. The joke is on him, though. His screaming is precisely what alerts the zombies to his location and he is completely unaware of it. He finds himself in a vicious cycle where he sees a zombie, screams, more zombies appear, screams more, etc.

❀ He is ruled by his fear, trying his hardest not to be scared, but is in dire need of a hug. He needs the other members to comfort him and take the initiative because he is too scared to really do anything. He will definitely get someone else to go first; what do you mean you want him to go into that dark alleyway???

❀ He would not be able to respond well to finding himself cornered by zombies. Rather than fighting back or trying to come up with a plan, DK would most definitely just scream at them to get back and freeze.

Mingyu 1/10

❀ Technically, Mingyu should be able to survive. He is an excellent cook and can whip up any dish as long as you give him some ingredients. Also, as we have all seen, this man is mostly muscle. He should be able to hold his own in a physical fight.

❀ Not to mention that Mingyu is ridiculously smart. He can come up with a decent plan and have it work out.

❀ But his downfall is, well, literally, him falling down. He is clumsy; he will either accidentally drop something that is important to their survival and break it, or run into a tree as he is trying to make his escape.

❀ He is also not the best when it comes to the scary stuff (though I feel like he did pretty well in GoSe Ego). What do you mean he has to jump down from that ledge in order to escape the zombies? No thank you. Go into that abandoned supermarket, potentially running into zombies because he has run out of food? He would rather starve.

❀ They kind of need to keep him alive to keep Seungkwan from murdering half of the group.

The8/Minghao: 10000/10

❀ He is not scared of the zombies, the zombies are scared of him. They have interrupted his meditation sessions and are now regretting awakening his anger issues. He hasn’t been chill since the apocalypse started, and is now on a path of vengeance against those who disrupted his meditation.

❀ I know that Vicious Mockery is a D&D spell and, you know, magic, but he would be the one to make it a reality. He is able to emotionally damage the zombies, giving him the ability to attack from afar. As an added bonus, they would become more and more reluctant to get close, afraid to get roasted.

❀ Considering that he is great at martial art, Minghao can beat them up physically if they make the poor decision to get up in his personal space. So yeah, the zombies have learned to avoid him at all costs.

❀ The only thing that could potentially stop his destruction of zombies is the ethics and morals of beating them up. He might get into a debate with Vernon about whether their remaining humanity makes it unethical to hurt them, and ultimately decides that it is bad for his karma to continue his act of wrath.

Seungkwan: 5/10

❀ Initially, Seungkwan is so scared of them, he won’t get close enough to get killed. He is constantly nagging the zombies from a safe distance, warning them to stay away. All it does is make the zombies more determined to kill him. He keeps asking them to stop, but apparently, the tone he uses is important or something because they keep getting offended.

❀ Honestly, without Seungkwan’s constant nagging, half of the group would be acting on their insane and idiotic ideas. Then again, he would also be the one to ‘accidentally’ sacrifice some of the members when they inevitably get on his nerves.

❀ He would be ready to throw hands if you get him mad enough, forgetting he was scared in the first place. However, where Minghao’s anger issues result in a skilled display of violence, Seungkwan is ready to attack without much thought, considering the consequences later, hence disregarding his own safety in a fight.

❀ Regardless, Seungkwan will go out in a fire of rage, taking an absurd amount of zombies with him as he goes. It is glorious and cinema worthy.

Vernon: ?/10

❀ He is a npc so he can’t die. That is definitely how that works. Vernon is simply a part of the environment, don’t mind him. The zombies don’t recognize him as someone they can eat because they somehow believe him to be a non-interactable object straight out of a game.

❀ That being said, similarly to Jun, he hasn’t been particularly blessed with amazing motoric skills. I don’t think I have ever seen Vernon properly run, I feel like rather than running he would try to out-speed walk the zombies. Do not expect him to fight, he will try the bare minimum, and even that is too much to ask.

❀ Then again, he has consumed so many films and tv shows that he does have a massive mental archive of everything that has been produced about zombies from which he can draw whenever he finds himself in a pickle. Is fiction reality? No. Is it useful regardless? Yes.

❀ Considering he is Seventeen’s other favourite child, they will try their best to keep him alive. He has them all wrapped around his finger. One little whine and they will bend over backwards to help him with whatever he needs/wants.

Dino/Chan: -1000000000/10

❀ He is trying his best. If it wasn’t for the others, he would have a decent chance at making it out alive. He is fit, motivated and confident about his own capabilities without being overconfident. On his own, he would be determined to see the apocalypse through.

❀ Pair him up with Wonwoo and nothing can get him killed. Wonwoo will keep his Dino alive even if it costs him his own life.

❀ That being said, the members would get him 1000% killed. They won’t let him breathe for a second and he has to constantly watch his back. They love him, sure, but they also think his shrieks of panic as they ‘accidentally’ lock him in a room with a zombie are hilarious.

❀ Against all of them, he truly doesn’t stand a chance. They don’t really want to get him killed but they make staying alive arguably much more difficult for him than it needs to be.

❀ At this point, he might simply give up and switch teams. He can get revenge on them by turning into a zombie, finally having the last laugh as he munches on their brains.

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Fan Reactions)

Finally doing my first requested story!

Based on the following ask from @drunk-teens-doing-drugs and the comment from @luxiorchive

Summary: A serious of reactions from from fans and Media about Harry's new girlfriend as well as Mitch & Sarah's feelings of being left out of big moments. This story starts immediately after the end of chapter 10.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Mitch & Matilda

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“Can you do me a favor?” Harry says, breaking the morning silence.

“Uhm, yea, sure, what is it?” You ask. Unless Harry asked you for something crazy you’d do pretty much anything he said right now. Two days ago, he joined your relationship and you, Harry, Mitch, and Sarah had your first official date together. Yesterday you all spent the day out on the water enjoying the beautiful Italian views. The night ended back in your shared bed, you and Harry having sex for the first time while Mitch and Sarah reconnected right next to you.

So yea, you were pretty blissed out and content, happy to please your boyfriends and girlfriend however they want.

You’ve all been awake for a little while, hanging out in bed and switching cuddle partners every now and then. You’re currently in between Mitch and Sarah with Harry on Sarah’s other side. He’d picked up his phone a few minutes ago, seeing a screen full of notifications and he knew he had to peek at what was happening, just to make sure nothing was wrong. Which has led to him asking you a favor.

“Can you not go on social media today?” He asks you.

“Sure,” you answer quickly. That was an easy request. You aren’t even sure where your phone is to be honest. You’re more than happy to exist in your little happy bubble, but still, you’re curious about his request. “Can I ask why you want me offline today?”

“Yea the uh, the pap photos from yesterday have been posted.”

“Oh gosh, what, are they bad? Was it a terrible angle and I look awful? Did they like, photoshop someone else’s face on me or something?”

“No, love,” he answers with a laugh. “Nothing like that. It’s just that this is new and I’m not sure how people are going to respond yet. I want to make sure you don’t stumble across something nasty.”

“Do you think people are going to be negative?” Sarah asks, worried about the idea of you two receiving backlash.

“I never know what to think,” he replies while scrolling through his phone. “But I will say that everything seems positive so far. Media outlets are confused, wondering who this ‘mystery woman’ is. Fans are much better detectives. They’ve already posted some videos of you at my shows.”

“Can I see?” Mitch asks and takes the phone Harry hands him. After a moment he says, “Oh this is good. The people who were near you at the concerts are all saying how nice and chill you were. There’re a few comments saying you seem to follow Harry’s treat people with kindness motto, that’s like the best compliment his fans can give.”

You smile at that, remembering all the moments you got to share with Harry’s fans during his shows. You realize that you probably won’t be able to do that again in the future, now that you’re officially known as Harry’s new girl, but you hope you’ll still be able to interact with the fans in some way.

“Okay, phones away,” Sarah says, and Mitch immediately locks the phone and hands it back to Harry.

“What’s the plan for today?” Sarah then asks.

“Can we stay here and go swimming?” you ask. “I’ve been taking Ryan in the pool a lot but I don’t get to actually swim, you know?”

“Sounds good to me,” Harry replies as the other two nod in agreement. “How is Ryan?” he asks, and you fill them in on the boy you nanny as you all get ready.

The four of you spend that day and the next relaxing at the private villa. It isn’t until dinner of the second evening that Harry decides it’s time to pop the bubble and see what people are saying online.

You’re all sitting at the table outside and he explains that no news is good news, that his publicist would have called if there was anything truly bad being said. He pulls out his phone and starts to scroll. When he doesn’t say anything for the first minute you start to get anxious but finally he begins to smile.

“It’s good?” Sarah asks.

“It’s- Yea. It’s really good. I mean, I hoped this would be the reaction, but I’m used to getting so much negativity that I didn’t think it would actually be like this. I mean there’s a couple of bad comments but for the most part it’s, God, it’s really good.” Harry says this with a smile so big his dimples are showing. Suddenly your insecurities and fears vanish, replaced by joy for your boyfriend.

His words and obvious relief make you remember all that he’s been through with the public. He’s suffered years of lies and abuse from fans and media alike, and he’s probably been more worried than anyone else the past few days even if he wasn’t showing it.

You move to sit in his lap, kissing him gently then asking, “Can you read us some comments?”

Harry complies happily, one arm wrapped around you as he tells you all what people are saying.

There are hundreds of comments saying how cute and happy you two look together. Some people have negative things to say about you, but even seeing them say that you’re not pretty, or too plain, or a total nobody can’t shake you. It doesn’t matter what they think, not really. It matters what Harry and Sarah and Mitch think. And since they respond with compliments to contradict every negative comment you’re feeling pretty good.

There’s a feeling of celebration in the air and you realize that you were all more worried about the feedback than you thought. But seeing so much positivity makes you feel really happy. You didn’t necessarily need the validation but having that rather than having people hate your relationship with Harry uncomplicates things a little bit. A four-person relationship is a lot to manage and needing to make the public happy would’ve added a strain that you all simply did not want to deal with.

Over the next few months people spot you and Harry together a few times both in England and in the US. Every time new pictures drop the fans get so excited and comment about how happy they are for you and Harry.

On a few occasions all four of you are spotted together. As always the fans have a number of theories about that and you’re all relieved to see the most common one is that you must be friends with Mitch and Sarah, and they introduced you and Harry.

You’re happy that they came to this conclusion naturally, since that’s what you always hoped the fans would think. The downside of course is that you have to distance yourself from Mitch and Sarah when you’re in public. You can somewhat get away with being close to Sarah since people seem to love that you two are “besties”. However, you and Mitch are extremely careful not to get too close, knowing that tabloids and gossip columns would jump on an opportunity to claim drama with Harry’s relationship.

For the most part, this secrecy is just a part of life. In fact, none of you really want any of your personal lives shared with the public if you can help it. But sometimes it does get difficult not being able to show each member of your relationship the same level of love and attention.

One of the biggest examples of that is the Grammy Awards in 2024. Harry’s up for an award and was asked to give a performance as well. The four of you get ready together and hype each other up throughout the day while making sure to not be too obvious in front of the stylists in the room.

When everyone is ready and about to get in the cars Harry turns to you and says, “You look absolutely beautiful my love.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. When you break apart you’re blushing, aware of Anthony taking pictures of the moment.

“Thank you,” you finally reply. “You look gorgeous as well.” You lean together for another kiss and after a moment you pull away laughing and swatting at Harry as he gently tickles your sides.

You glance over to Sarah and Mitch standing together in another part of the room. There’s a mixture of emotions on their faces and you know them well enough by this point to figure out what they’re feeling with just a look. First is a look of adoration since they simply adore and love both you and Harry. But under that is concern? No. Not concern. Jealousy.

They want to be a part of that moment. Not for any sort of external praise or fame, but because they want to share every part of life all together as a foursome.

These feelings continue throughout the entire day. They want to be by Harry’s side with you as you support him down the red carpet. When you meet them all backstage after the performance they wish that they could share a kiss with you like Harry does. And when Harry wins in his category they want to celebrate with him instead of cheering him on from a separate table in the back of the room.

For someone who has no prior relationship experience before this, you are very good at figuring out what your boyfriends and girlfriend need at any given moment. And that night Mitch and Sarah need to be reassured that they’re as much a part of the relationship as you and Harry.

After finally leaving the afterparty that management forced you and Harry to attend you rush home hoping Mitch and Sarah will still be up. You find them both cuddled on the couch in sweats and immediately realize how uncomfortable your dress is.

Without hesitation you remove your dress, drop it on the floor, and pick up Sarah’s oversized sweater from a nearby chair. You slide it on, and it reaches mid-thigh, so you decide you’re clothed enough. You snuggle in between Mitch and Sarah and Harry joins the cuddle session on the couch a moment later. Things stay innocent for the remainder of the movie that’s playing and then you decide to show the others just how much you love them.

You first focus on Mitch and Sarah, pleasing them and showering them with care and adoration. Then the three of you turn to Harry and congratulate him on another Grammy win in a way that only the three of you are allowed to do.

After that instance the four of you have a conversation about what everyone was feeling that night. From day one you all knew that open communication is key and so over breakfast you hash out all the emotions and come up with a solution to make sure no one is ever feeling left out.

Things aren’t always easy for you and Harry either. While the general public’s reaction to you and him dating is mostly positive, there are negative comments and sometimes things can spiral out of control.

One time your cousin Matt is visiting during a week when Harry happens to be away for work. Pictures of you and Matt start to surface and within hours the cheating rumors begin. At first it doesn’t bother you as it’s honestly kind of expected, but people started to get downright nasty. Finally, you post a story on Instagram, introducing Matt as your cousin in a borderline passive aggressive manner. Most people back off after that, but some don’t believe you. From that moment you know there’s a subsection of fans that will never like you, but you know it’s a small group, so you let it slide.

There are also people who don’t like you simply because you’re dating Harry Styles. They stayed in the background when those first pictures were posted, thinking you’d be gone pretty quickly. But when they realized you were sticking around they started to post nasty comments. It’s mostly just typical mean girl stuff, saying you’re too plain, or fat, or short, or any judgmental thing they can think of even if it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

You don’t mind these comments too much, knowing they’re made mostly out of jealousy. And nights when they surface tend to end in Sarah, Mitch, and Harry showering you in compliments and worshipping your body so really the internet trolls are doing you a favor.

You know you’re never going to win over everyone so having a majority of people happy for you and Harry makes you feel content. But at the end of the day, what they think doesn’t matter. Because you have the most wonderful boyfriends and girlfriend to share life with, and that makes you the luckiest person alive.

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gglitch1dd · 3 months

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Is there anymore Deku content on the way? I LOVE LOVE LOVE your characterization of Deku. It’s one of the bests i feel.

There will be in the future! I'm just currently not feeling well. But I promise there will be more Izuku.

In the meantime, there is a story where he's the main focus on AO3. It's called Prey. It's a story I've written about Reader being a bunny hybrid and having to fight in a sort of hunger games like tournament later on in the story and has to train and get used to her new life at UA. She runs into amazing Izuku but also Katsuki who's a wolf and who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her.

Context: UA High School. A school that produced some of the most famous participants of The Hunt since its creation. From both rabbit and wolf side. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the most determined of them all were cultivated and brought forth from UA. With the school’s motto for excellence and striving for a more equal and co-existing future between all rabbit hybrids and wolf hybrids in front of the cameras they were doing better than most. However, even inside UA’s walls the rivalry between bunnies and wolves couldn’t be stopped.

These two dynamics represented their society and the world they lived in. Hunter vs Hunted. Predator vs Prey.

Wolves vs Bunnies.

#izuku x reader #bunny reader #bunny hybrid #bunny hybrid deku #bunny deku #izuku midoriya x reader #bully bakugou x reader #bully bakugo

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flyingcakeee · 1 month

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Little thing I wrote before I passed out yesterday

Can be interpreted as a friendship or ship, your choice really.

Yeah so what if Max was hard on himself and Logan had only recently learned how harmful it is to be super hard on yourself?

Max has never been the one to truly understand and respect motivational talks. Just say you're going to do it, no need to truly hype yourself up like you're in a zombie apocalypse movie and you need to make some seemingly impossible jump to get away from said zombies. Max has lived by one motto and one motto only since ‘23 Baku, don't let anyone else win. Yeah, sure, some rookie got a sprint win, but that's not the real deal. Max wasn't given the right car in Singapore, he'll never let Singapore again. His teammate took two wins from him, Max won't let him win ever again.

Max promised his dad “I'm the only winner” and he would stand by it. That was all the motivation Max ever needed, “only winner”.

>~<

Monaco, May 25th, 2024

Max fucked it all up.

Monaco is all about precision, being exact and never more or less, no mistakes allowed. Qualifying had started 8 minutes prior when Max finally got out to do his flying lap that would no doubt put him into Q3 if it worked as such.

No heroics into Saint Devote, the wall is spared from any touch of the RB20. Beau Rivage treats Max with kindness, a breeze to fly through. Massante doesn't hold any hidden traffic, nothing to ruin Max’s lap. Casino is as simple as ever and the Mirabeau hairpin yields to Max’s power. Portier is fine, the tunnel after is simple as it can be. Max flies through the Nouvelle Chicane, a spectacle to all the fans who watch. Tabac, Max run’s wide. A quick correction fixes him for that turn, runs him into the wall at Swimming Pool, taking his front left tyre off and ending his quali before he can even set a time.

Max couldn't set a time.

Red flags were waved and Max opted to walk the track back to the pitlane, hanging his head in embarrassment and anguish as he did so. It was a slow walk, marshals long since giving up to stop him. The Monegasque streets have never seemed so quite to Max until now, nor have they seemed this long.

When Max returned to the pitlane, crews looked at him with utter pity, all stepping away as he slowly trudged his way towards the RedBull garage. All but one person.

A flash of white and dark blue stopped Max in his tracks, the white, red, and blue helmet stopping in front of Max and the hands of the man gently grasping his shoulders. Max looked up into the eyes of the North American, unsure where this extremely reserved and quiet rookie got the courage to stop him, the Max Verstappen.

“Pick yourself up, Max,” the American started, the only noise Max could hear for miles on end.

Of course, it was a motivational speech but he couldn't bring it in himself to push the young driver away.

“Don't let one bad qualifying session define you. Trust me, I've let every session I've ever done define me and you see where I've ended up, nearly losing my seat and only getting as high as P11. If the race doesn't go well either, it's fucking Monaco. Anything can happen, Monaco can be unforgiving to any driver. Just pick yourself back up for the race tomorrow and then pick yourself up more for Canada. Don't be too rough, we're human. We can't be perfect, that includes you. Who cares if you lose one race and win the rest, it's better than your record last year still.”

Max felt himself completely focused on the Williams driver. Somehow, he felt he could listen to this motivational speech. Maybe it was the fact that Logan quite literally put his own problem into it and told Max to not be him. Maybe it was the fact that it, indeed, was Monaco, an unforgiving track to even the best drivers. Maybe it was Logan’s hands on his shoulders grounding him, keeping Max there with Logan and not wallowing in self pity.

“You'll be fine, don't let your name get to you. Don't be Max Verstappen all the time, you need to just be Max as well.”

The Floridian removed his hands, a quick pat and smile to the Dutchman before he moved over, allowing Max to finish his walk to the garage. Max gave a small smile back and continued on his way, the message replaying in his mind for quite a bit of time.

>~<

Monaco, May 26th, 2024

Max forgave Monaco, Monaco forgave him back. The top step of the podium became Max’s home, only he could be standing on the top step at all this year. He distinctly remembers seeing Logan give him a curt thumbs up when he was about to do his interview, not actually walking over to talk on the contrary.

“Fantastic recovery performance from you, Max!” the reporter said with excitement, wanting to hear how Max would agree.

“Yeah, it's been a while since I started that low down,” Max joked. “I have to thank my crew for repairing my car so quickly. Couldn't be up here if they weren't working so hard.” The ‘thanks to Logan for giving me a little motivational speech yesterday when he saw I was upset’ went unsaid, Max unsure if he should be thanking another driver in this condition.

“You and another driver, Sargeant, exchanged words after your crash yesterday. Any chance you can tell us what was said there?”

Max laughed, “That's between Logan and I, it was a very private conversation.”

>~<

This time, Max promised to listen to Logan’s motivational spews and not promise his father an always Q3 quali result promise. Plus, Max did Alex a favor and made Logan socialize more.

#formula 1 #f1 #logan sargeant #max verstappen #I feel as if Max would be really hard on himself considering he told his dad that he'd never lose to Checo again #And Logan would hate seeing people down because that was always him and always on the receiving end of motivational speeches #so Logan would try to cheer up Max #idk #I'm tired really #I genuinely looked up a track map of Monaco purely for the names #kinda based on the fact that Max has been relatively supportive over Logan from 2015 onwards

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LIFTING THE SPOILER WARNING ON THIS POST FOR LAUNCH DAY

Here's my initial analysis and thoughts on Asuka's ending (character episode) in Tekken 8

caught yearning in 1080p

handsome

thinking abt getting students now that the Zaibatsu ate shit (btw you don't find out the Zaibatsu is pretty much on track to being done with no leader again, which is why they continue the tournament presumably after the final battle unless you look through the character episodes, not the main story, for some fucking reason)

Asuka finally smiled at her accepting her and the feeling is mutual, this ending had great role reversal in the sense instead of previously only getting clear insight into Lili's feelings and thoughts now we're openly getting them from Asuka in response- she also felt tempted to give in to her old reaction first think later ways but here she's finally thinking before deciding it doesn't matter why, she enjoys fighting Lili and she finally seems to recognize what Lili's schemes are about on a level (wanting Asuka's attention and getting back at her for having lost), this is the closest so far we've ever gotten to a "I like you too"

this is on top of the teasing and compliment she gave Lili's ability in the same scene, and also correcting Lili on the Kazama Motto Asuka learned, which only Asuka could have told her at some point suggesting further closeness

"Softness overcomes hardness" you two are (HOPEFULLY) starting to change your relationship to be softer (also the hilarious hypocrisy of Asuka BARELY being a person living by any softness in practice)

I love that she even refers to Lili as "That noble (rich) girl", an ojou-sama, which is far better than calling her by nothing or using a rude form of You (anta) as in the past (and generally she's given up calling Lili by rude terms be it in the story mode or otherwise including Shaheen's ending, which is honestly more about AsuLili than him lol, it's also incredible seeing Asuka glad Lili's life was protected and joking about Lili being a handful with someone else)

And despite provoking Asuka in a very shitty way reminiscent of Feng, the premise of this ending is Asuka beating Lili at the tournament so Lili will honor her word of putting Asuka's dojo back the way it was before she bought it- which Lili does after losing rather than refuse out of spite, even if she then uses taking it in a fight to provoke Asuka again, it's nice that she IS willing to listen to Asuka when it comes to promises

honestly if you cut the entire scene into only my screenshots here it still looks so fucking gay

Video source ( @ 1:03 )

This is the de-facto best Asuka ending yet, at last she's happy, hopeful, not confused, and at some form of peace and connection in her life

ALSO ASUKA DIDN'T CALL LILI A DINGBAT SHE CALLED HER AHOU (Idiot/Moron) LIKE ALWAYS AND IT WAS SOFT THIS TIME 😭😭😭😭

Plus Asuka might finally get the dojo back up and become the next leader with Jin's image being fixed and thus how people would see Asuka since they're related, as well as the current war being over- though Reina's new devil bullshit will probably ruin this in the future

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION

PAIR OF BIRDS; BIRD MOTIF FOR KAZAMAS RETURNS

I doubt these are Jun's birds specifically it's more likely just symbolic of Asuka and Lili if it means anything at all. Also doesn't have to specify meaning lovebirds, in general their characters will always be put together. But it is funny how Jun's birds always appear to show her connection to someone she loves, so there could be a parallel here that Asuka's bird imagery would represent the same sense of connection. If it is a visual metaphor for lovebirds though by the time we get Tekken 9 then, the cinema of it all.

ALSO Harada has said Jun attracts animals because of her spiritual mastery over martial arts. She's at a level of power where animals don't run because of sensing her aura; she can suppress her fighting spirit. With how at peace AND in control of herself Asuka is in this ending, maybe the birds imply she can move in a similar direction from here on. And it makes sense too because Asuka has returned to a state of equilibrium now that she doesn't have the stress of the world being in chaos affecting her. As a person who prefers being in control, she's back to feeling some control over her life.

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THINGS I DIDN'T LIKE:

1. It's great that the tone of their relationship is now friendlier, but like in story mode and other places they appear as a pair, we're never shown anything on how they started transitioning from fighting all the time to agreeing to listen and partner up in general, nevermind during a global war they're supposed to have their own personal stakes in beyond not wanting to die (those personal stakes ended up being entirely irrelevant anyway which is it's own problem)

There's a problem present where you're shown the end result of an emotional shift with none of the journey or even a simple scene explaining how they got there, much like the main story and other characters in general many plot points and character changes are resolved off screen showing only the results with no explanation the majority of the time. In the main story this gets even more egregious because even how a character knows specific information usually doesn't get explained at all either unless it relates to Jin understanding the devil gene. This writing makes a lot of things simply happen like it's checking off a list.

In essence, WHERE is a scene connecting Asuka who did nothing but fight Lili and get pissed with her to the Asuka who's tolerant of her, is more catty and accepting than outright angry, is now willing to joke and play around with her, who taught Lili the Kazama Motto she learned (though I guess this one you can say Lili found it while looking up Asuka's family, something we ALSO don't get Asuka's thoughts on beyond surprise) and so on

2. The fact this scene ends with provoking another fight, as much as I like that it's friendly now, isn't the best direction. This fits again into problem 1; there's no on screen room to let these characters breathe and illustrate what made them change now to the viewer. There's no fresh angle given about their relationship outside fighting or even a new approach on their relationship within it. There's no pause in the formula which many people are tired of (and people are already back to calling Asuka a useless piece of shit who's a complete fucking joke, and I can't really blame them entirely because on a surface level all they see is the exact same situation as it's been for twenty years of cutscenes).

Also the logic of having this scene exist is confusing in itself. Nothing in the game story clarified if Asuka sat the tournament out or did participate but was eliminated and decided to follow Lili's progress in Rome as a spectator. A scene explaining either of those would give better weight and context to this one.

3. Zero mention of Asuka's father or his current condition

4. Having Lili imitate what Feng Wei did to dojos like Asuka's is the cruelest way she's ever provoked her. Whereas before it was often ridiculous, silly, and teasing, involving an event that led Asuka to spiral adds something uncharacteristically spiteful toward her from Lili's end. Insofar as what Lili has previously used to get her attention anyway. Keeping Asuka's trauma out of it has always seemed to be a line Lili was willing to respect. And it's off too because this is happening when they're supposed to be becoming friends/are friends now. It's too personal to be brushed off the way it is.

The only way I can rationalize it is if Asuka has let go of her anger towards what Feng did in part (but she still has a special intro where she wants to attack him on sight saying they finally meet so, I don't fuckin know, that may as well have been included as an easter egg if they're gonna do nothing with it) or she never really gave enough of a shit about the entire thing in the first place. You can make a loose argument using prior games to show Asuka never really cared about the revenge aspect as much- but her behavior sorta contradicts this at the same time. So really who fucking knows. Based on how she reacts here I guess it's not a big deal at this point cuz she doesn't get mad and jumps into messing around with Lili like a friend anyway.

Maybe this could be explained too by whatever made them act friendly now in the first place, but again we never saw that. So instead it comes out worse than if we knew.

5. WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MENTION THE ENTIRE MAIN KAZAMA FAMILY WAS ELIMINATED BY OGRE IN THE STORY MODE THEN HAVE THE NEWS NOT IMPACT ASUKA AT ALL

We also never see them discuss what Lili knows about the family in any depth between themselves

Viva le sex gay I guess but now I have more questions than answers and that's a problem when the game acts like I've been given answers it never provided. I got something I wanted but with nothing to show for it.

EDIT 1/27/2024 : However that won't discount that I do love what I received and the potential it represents; I adore this shit.

#tekken #hey gorilla. just say you care already. like actually say it not imply it.#i like this ending more than i dislike it but the parts i dislike still suck lol #asuka kazama #asulili

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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General HC’s for Simon "GHOST" Riley

♱ A/n: don’t get me wrong, I love some good Ghost fluff, but it just feels too OOC for me, so here are my personal head cannons for my hundredth baby daddy🫶 p.s I would just like to mention I still ain’t play the game so my lore isn’t the best but that ain’t stopping me🕺

♱ Warnings: 18+, some nsfw hcs towards the bottom, there is a warning before hand!

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♱ this man is fucking mean. He WILL hurt your feelings on occasion, both on purpose and not. He. Does. Not. Give. A. Fuck. Either way.

♱ matter of fact, this mf thinks he is right despite being very VERY in the wrong, and it takes a LOT to get him to admit to being wrong.

♱ STUBBORN AS A OX BRO, his motto is literally “My way or the fucking high way.” No ifs, buts, or in-betweens!!

♱ be prepared to make many, many arguments and still get nowhere on a specific topic. your opinion does not matter for a long time for this man, and takes months of getting around to even thinking about your side of anything.

♱ it would take a long time to get close to this man, like sure he might be down to fuck quite early on, but to be emotionally available in any way other than angrily fucking your brains out is going to take YEARS.

♱ probably isn’t interested in keeping relationships with citizens because he doesn’t want to get wrapped up in his life, lovers, or friends, his position in special forces keeps them all vulnerable

♱ not until recently (being on this new team) does he actually have friends, ghost kept to himself and still does, but after recovering from his betrayal, he would bond with no other teammates and refused to cross any lines with anyone

♱ anger fucking issues- this man has. Like yes, he can control himself in the moment and continue to lead on with the mission, almost acting like your disobedience didn’t even phase him, but OH you better be expecting a whoop-ass reprimanding that will leave you doubting your entire worth and existence

♱ or if a particular enemy is pissing him off, he won’t let his frustrations affect his movements, in fact, it only fuels them, and when he finally gets a hold of em’ there’s nothing left but a bloody pulp of a person

♱ the highest possibility of becoming a friend is being on the team or meeting in a bar when he had been drinking a little bit - both of which you will have to be highly persistent to evoke a reaction

♱ he likes it when people talk to him, which makes him feel less scared and intimidating in public areas. Of course, he likes to keep that vibe when on missions or dealing with interrogations and such, but still out in public. he wants to make people as least uncomfortable as possible, even if his skull baklava is a little intimidating

♱ SPEAKING ON INTERROGATIONS, I know for a fact that this man has committed WAR CRIMES on other men for information, like he totally has it in him to do so, ESPECIALLY, when it’s a a horrible war criminal or sum

♱ he is a metal, heavy metal, grunge, hard rock, kinda guy - don’t deny it. He’s got way too much trauma to not want to blast out his eardrums at every possible chance. He also likes to explore all genres too, like alternative metal, black metal, alternative, alternative rock, etc.

♱ lowkey likes to bond over music, like trading music with the team and talking about it and what they thought when meeting up later.

♱ he likes to sit down and have a cigar with Price every now and then, ofc drinking with him too. They have their own “superiors” moments and talk about how the team is doing and what training could help them for the next mission.

♱ almost always does extra reading and research on the mission itself and/or where it takes place to avoid and map out any possible problems that could arise that no one else would foresee, especially regarding his own benefit nowadays.

♱ ghost likes his job, as much as it has been a lot on him and the people around him, he couldn’t see himself anywhere else than right here, fighting for the rights of people he’d never meet but know are free because of him.

♱ it gives him some peace of mind, and he needs it because the poor baby has been through a LOT

⌐╦̵̵̿ᡁ᠊╾━ ♡ NSFW ♡ ⌐╦̵̵̿ᡁ᠊╾━

♱ come on, you know I had to, but speaking of him going through a lot, he has definitely picked up a few kinks along the way, most of which are from his occupation

♱ coming in at number one, a pretty vanilla thing now I guess, but choking. he loves that shit, both on himself and his partners, he likes the feeling, his senses overwhelmed and everything throbbing, bringing a little oxygen deprivation, and he's all there.

♱ but of course, he also loves the sight of someone underneath him, fucked out and panting, but they can't catch that breath they so desperately need to ground themselves, and while they keep trying to find it, he keeps fucking it out of reach.

♱ second, bondage duh. again something he both enjoys on himself and others. he liked the feeling of the bruises after the deed. It's one hell of a reminder that gets some weird looks, but he doesn't mind, just keeps reminding him of you

♱ thiiiird, knife AND gunplay. now, this takes some serious trust between him and the partner, and truth be told, he usually only did this with male partners he had met through work originally. he loves it, and honestly, nothing gets him going faster, but he has some serious trust issues and can't just go giving everyone he fucks a loaded gun pointed at him

♱ yes, loaded. ‘it ain't fun if it ain't.’ that's what he always says

♱ if it is a one-night stand, he is likely to not put much into aftercare, but if he will see you around a lot, in bed or otherwise, he’ll put more effort into it. This could be cleaning you gently with a wet rag, or softly rubbing your back while you try to catch your breath after he has taken you from behind. He does not cuddle tho, though he ain't a cuddly man the first few sessions, sooner or later that wall comes down and you’ll find yourself tucked into his side when you come too, and he’s just blankly staring out, not trying to think about how well you feel there and how badly he wanted to stay the

♱ but he won’t ever stay the night, again not for a while, and the first time he ever did- it would be an accident. He was simply too tired and rested his eyes for a second, only to wake up the next morning to you rubbing his back as he laid his head on your chest. he acted like he hated it, grunting and pulling away from your touch to rush and get ready to leave. deep down though, he can’t get rid of the feeling of your fingers softly grazing him awake off of his back for the rest of the day.

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byersdontcry · 2 years

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I’m just saying, it would be very foolish of the writers to let potentially one of the best queer slowburns in a popular show slip through their fingers.

If they pull an unrequited love storyline for Will and Mike, it would be such a fumble on their part. They have such an intense relationship between these two characters cradled in their hands, and if they choose to drop them it would absolutely break my heart — not only as a queer person and byler shipper, but as someone who is a hopeless romantic as well.

You have these two boys who have known each other for nearly their entire lives, who value each other above nearly everyone else. One who believes meeting the other was the best thing he’s ever done, and the other loving him unconditionally, even after childish mistake after childish mistake.

Mike goes above and beyond for Will. Being the only person besides Will’s mother to believe Will is still alive even after seeing his fake body be pulled from the quarry — Staying with Will for days when he is possessed and tormented by the Mindflayer — Running to Will’s house during a thunderstorm to apologize when he knows he’s fucked up —

Will, meanwhile, has been almost bashfully obvious with his feelings for Mike. He outright admits to wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with Mike, and reassures him that it’s not possible for him to fall for anyone else.

They fit together perfectly, and in the show it’s proven time and time again that they work better together. A team. Partners.

Now, they’re stuck in this awkward place where Mike is clearly conflicted and confused, and angry about it. He can’t tell his girlfriend he loves her, even on paper. This could be because they’re so young and he doesn’t know how to say it, or because he doesn’t want to admit to her or himself that he doesn’t love her in that way. Because Mike’s main motto is friends don’t lie. He’d be lying to her if he said he loved her.

Will on the other hand seems to be struggling to hold himself back from confessing to Mike. The pure yearning and hurt on his face each time he looks at Mike is heartbreaking, but it also just showcases how deeply and completely Will loves Mike. It’s not just some childhood crush or puppy-love. This is the real deal! It’s undeniable.

It’s a common belief that the best and most long-lasting romantic relationships are built on a strong friendship. The phrase ‘marry your best friend’ is an agreed upon sentiment in both real life and most romance media. As an audience we already know Will and Mike are close friends, but this season they’ve reiterated that they are best friends. They work best together, they understand each other, they fight for each other, and I think we can all agree that Will and Mike both shine as characters best when they’re with each other. Mike even admits that he feels like he’s lost Will. He admits that Hawkins isn’t the same without him. He said he’d paid too much attention to El and that’s why he lost Will, which is such an odd thing to say. It makes it seem like Mike regrets spending all of his time in season 3 with El, and that he wishes he’d been with Will instead. That isn’t a platonic thing to say at all.

They are open and honest with each other, and in this season you can really tell how much it infuriates Will that El is blatantly lying to Mike. He takes it personally. It’s clear that he thinks Mike deserves nothing but the absolute truth, which we’ve seen Will give him time and time again. Opening up to him about the Mindflayer, the Crazy Together scene, and now he’s the one telling Mike that El’s not being truthful.

The writers have the set-up. They’ve set-up a childhood best friends to lovers storyline between these two boys.

They’ve made it clear that Will has painted something for Mike — Most likely something that will make his feelings obvious. He’s ready to put it all on the table. Yet they continue to leave Mike’s feelings ambiguous. Soft smiles, lingering looks, awkward hugs.

I’d be sad if they burned it all to the ground, yes. Most of all, though, I think I would mourn for their loss.

Imagine having such an impactful and heartwarming romance just there in front of you, and then just letting it slip through your fingers.

If they follow through with it, though. . . it would honestly be huge. It would make history. I’m not even exaggerating.

It would be a total shock to me, even as I’m someone who loves them together so much. Because even though I’ve pointed out all the signs pointing to their mutual feelings, I’m still so reluctant to have hope.

Because queer people don’t get these kinds of love stories. We don’t get to see the same things as straight people do. We have to write our own romance storylines about the shows and books we love, because time and time again we are made to feel delusional for even thinking for a moment two people of the same sex will have a well-written onscreen romantic storyline.

It’s 99 times out of 100 unrequited or one half of the partnership is brutally killed off as soon as they confess.

I really want to believe Will and Mike will be different. I really hope nothing is half-assed with them.

#st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #byler

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 months

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TwiFicmas23 Day 10: Hybrid AU

Good evening! I had my first drink in a hot minute tonight and it has hit me like a battering ram, so we're doing this fast because I am definitely feeling the effects.

Tonight's is some old Hybrid; it'll be pretty obvious why this ended up being archived (and I honestly don't know if this counts as Hybrid or Hybrid baby-verse).

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

tw: mention of miscarriage

After the Cullens left, I was kind of at a loss. I know they hoped Bella and I would stick together, but that didn’t happen.

Simon and Dad were sympathetic and let me mope around the house a bit. But I was exhausted. I was sleeping sixteen hours a day when I had the opportunity and still felt like I had pulled an all-nighter. My schoolwork was fairly average but enough that no one called Dad. I managed to scrape enough energy together to help plan Cynthia’s fifteenth birthday party, and then Thanksgiving.

It was Christmas Day when I figured out what was wrong with me. I was exhausted all the time, and eating ridiculous amounts of food but still looked like a prisoner of war. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, getting on the scales to find out that I’d lost another two pounds. Simon would notice soon, and I had no idea what to tell him.

And then I spied Cynthia’s box of tampons on the shelf, and I had to brace myself on the counter for a moment. My period was a rare and unwelcome visitor, and hardly a trustworthy indicator of anything but... it made sense.

“Oh, Alice, honey, this arrived for you a couple of days ago,” Simon said, plucking a small box from under the tree. It was still in its mailing box, with my name and address typed on the label but no return address or indication of who it was from.

Inside was a small black jewelry box, and for a second, I thought perhaps Jasper had sent me something. I hoped he’d sent me something. Even just a letter would have fixed everything.

I ripped into it, and the contents spilled into my lap, and it took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. It was a silver sun charm on a black ribbon, with smaller stars dotted along the band, though one was missing.

It had been my mother’s. I remembered her wearing it; she'd never taken it off. I could see the stain of blood on the ribbon, the frayed edge where the knife bit into her, and for a moment, the room swam.

“Who is it from?” Dad asked curiously.

I put the necklace down with shaking hands, trying hard to act normal, and plucked the card up. It was black too, with a white crest – the shield, candle, and compass of the Benoits, the Latin motto running along the bottom – Ex Deus Veritas. Truth in God, coined by the Order.

On the back of the card, the message was short.

Our best wishes of the season to you and your family, Mary-Alice.

Meaning: we know where you and your family are.

The bag I packed was like so many others. Basic, warm clothing; my first aid kit, a new phone I had bought in Port Angeles, money. I had ordered a ton of gift cards over the internet, since they weren’t traceable. Nothing sentimental was meant to come with me, but in the end, I saved a photograph of Jasper and I to my new phone.

And then I left Forks.

it sounds all fun and luxurious to say I ran off to Hawaii.

The truth was, Mexico would have been way better but with the vampire and Order problem down there, I chose the one place in America you are least likely to get cornered by a vampire: Hawaii.

Specifically Paukaa, which was home to less than 600 people. I was nothing more than another post-high school traveler who decided to stay. I rented a tiny one-room place from a family and got a job at a café. It was quiet and safe and I settled into a mind-numbing existence.

I hadn’t contacted anyone back in Forks or even checked my email. As far as everyone was concerned, Mary-Alice Brandon had disappeared for the last time – I half-hoped they’d declare me dead.

I was Mary Hale here.

It was a little embarrassing, yes, taking Jasper’s fake surname, but it kept me hidden because I doubted anyone would think to run a search on that name. And none of the Cullens called me ‘Mary’ anyway.

It had been a few months. The hardest. When the test came back positive, I had tried to find the Denali clan in Alaska, to pass on a message to the Cullens. To find help.

I got close - so close. I made it to Anchorage after almost two weeks of traveling; I didn't have a lot of money, I didn't want my fake I.D. questioned too much, and I was terrified I was being followed and kept double-backing and waiting to throw any stalkers off my trail. I was pretty sick by then, but I was certain I would make it. Hell, I'd broken into the Cullens' before I'd left and found a map in Carlisle's study that had helped me narrow down the Denali home a lot.

Then I woke up in the Anchorage ER with the news I’d collapsed on the street and miscarried.

I didn’t know what to do with that information.

I probably should have gone home to Forks and my Dad and pretended it had never happened. Or actually tracked down the Denali clan and demanded they get me in contact with the Cullens anyway. But the Benoits knew where my family was, and I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to see anyone I knew before ever again. I didn’t want to look them in the eyes and have to explain everything. I didn’t want to be Alice Brandon anymore.

So I didn’t. As soon as they released me from the hospital, I bought the first plane ticket to Hawaii. Actually, it was the next scheduled flight. They could have flown me to the moon, and I didn’t care.

That had been in January. It was now August, and it seemed surreal to me now. It felt like a movie I’d watched. Sad, but distant. It was easier to pretend it had happened to someone else, and just focus on each day. I had enough problems to deal with - I still hadn't managed to gain back any weight, probably because I was a shitty cook living on a diet of orange juice and minute-ramen; I barely made enough to cover my cost of living and had no particular way of getting a better job; and I barely slept, plagued with nightmares.

And now I was dreaming again, the truth had slammed into my head. Bella was in so much danger. Victoria was coming for her with a newborn army, and the Cullens were long gone.

I couldn't stay away and let Bella die - let that newborn army descend upon Forks without warning.

If nothing else, I had to protect Bella. And my family. Worst-case scenario, I could trade myself for the safety of others. I could try and take Victoria, though she would most likely win, especially when I was so weak and out of shape. Death sounded very peaceful.

Maybe I’d see my baby there. And Mom.

I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home. I told the café I had a ‘sick family member’, and I didn’t know if I’d be back. I gave the same story to the family I rented my place from. And then I packed up, bought the cheapest airline ticket I could get, and went home again.

When I slept on the plane, I realized the Cullens had come back to Forks. Bella was better protected than I anticipated, but they still didn’t know what was coming for them. Not to mention the danger that Simon, Dad, and Cynthia were in.

I didn’t look like much. My hair was shorter than I had ever worn it, and I was the thinnest I had ever been - that was including the years I spent in the hospital and on the street. Dark circles had set up residence underneath my eyes. I was wearing the only pair of jeans that I fitted me, and they were wearing thin. My sweater had shrunk, leaving a bare panel of skin between my waistband and the frayed hemline. And my sneakers were held together with hope and super glue.

Rather than go home and deal with Simon and Dad, I went straight to the Cullens.

It was Esme who opened the door, blinked and gasped, pulling me into a hug I couldn’t return.

“Oh, Alice, where have you been?” Esme pulled away, smoothing my hair back from my face. “We’ve all be so worried! Come in, Jasper is going to be over the moon to see you.”

I managed a quivering smile as Esme drew me into the house, into the living room where everyone was gathered, everyone’s eyes on me.

“Alice…” Jasper went from standing in the corner to at my side, pulling me into his arms, my body stiff as I reluctantly curled against him, breathing in his scent of forest and books and something indistinguishably him. “Darlin’, where have you been?”

I just shook my head. If I spoke, I’d start crying and I’d never stop. When Jasper pulled away, he must have seen that in my face and reached up to cradle my cheek. “Are you alright?” he murmured and I let out a shuddering breath.

“You’re in danger,” I managed, pulling away from Jasper reluctantly. “Victoria is returning, she’s in the area and she has her eye on Bella. And the Benoits are coming – to destroy you, the Quiluetes, and my family.”

An hour later, Esme had put a plate of food in front of me, looking worried. I was eating, my stomach twisting at the invasion of food that wasn't bought at a convenience store.

The pasta was good, but I couldn’t enjoy it.

Dad and Simon had been so grateful that I was home, there were no questions or accusations. Just more food, a shower, and bed. Simon had checked on me half a dozen times, looking so worried.

I slept badly, shallowly, my dreams twisted around the baby, the hospital. Terror and pain that I didn’t know were memories or imagined suffering. I dreamt of blood and misery, and woke up screaming twice – the first time, I wasn’t even awake when Dad came in to try and sooth me; I woke up with him half-rocking me, smoothing my hair back and trying to calm my sobs and screams.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“I wish I had died,” I sobbed, half-asleep.

“Oh, honey, don’t ever say that,” Dad said.

He managed to get me back to sleep, my hair sticking to my clammy face, before I woke up screaming again, and Simon managed to get me to take something, leaving me in a soupy state that at least kept me quiet so everyone else could sleep.

I didn’t stir again til nearly dawn, my dreams blood-splattered and full of desperation. The drugs left me boneless and vulnerable, and when I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t scream or call for help or do anything but lie there, staring at the ceiling. My hand lay on the pillow beside me, but I stared at it as if it wasn’t even mine.

I ended up dozing a little; clearly enough that my visions kicked in – I could see Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper arriving at the house, Dad and Simon looking grim. Well, Dad looked miserable and old. Simon had this professional nurse ‘this is bad’ face on.

“How is she?” Carlisle asked, after they were invited in.

“Broken,” Dad murmured, looking worn out and distressed.

“Screaming night terrors,” Simon clarified, putting his arms around my father’s shoulders. “I ended up giving her some Valium – we’d get her back to sleep, and minutes later, the screaming would start again.”

“You drugged her?” Jasper demanded, a dangerous look in his eyes.

“We didn’t have a choice. It was Valium or I called 911,” Simon said gently. “I couldn’t treat someone for trauma in my own house at midnight. Hell, I couldn’t treat someone for trauma without a doctor present. The Valium prescription was one of Alice’s when she arrived. And she needed sleep.”

“She kept telling us she wished she had died,” Dad added. “Over and over again. It’s all she would say.”

Esme and Carlisle looked shaken, but Jasper had just shut down entirely.

I managed to drag myself out of bed, and into the shower, but eschewed clothing for a clean pair of pajama bottoms and tee, running my fingers through my hair. It needed to be washed.

My chest felt tight as I sat down in front of the food Simon had made for me. Simon was still cooking, with Dad, Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper gathered around the island with me.

I felt hollow and exhausted as I considered the plate of fruit and yogurt, along with two slices of toast. I managed a small bite and felt the cool cloud of Jasper’s gift seeping into myself, not bothering to resist.

“Where have you been, Alice?” Dad asked gently.

I flinched, and then rearranged my expression again, poking some melon with my fork. “Away,” I said softly. “Somewhere safe.”

“You weren’t safe here?” Simon asked.

I brought another bite of food to my mouth to avoid answering the question; I didn’t want to say it, but they were all watching me.

“Not anymore. Not after Christmas,” I mumbled into my fruit.

Finally, I gave up. I got up and left the table, padding up to my bedroom, where my backpack was. The folded piece of paper was filthy and crumpled, but still legible, thankfully.

No one was expecting me to return to the kitchen, clearly. I slid the folded paper across to Simon and Carlisle.

Jasper would be disgusted with me. That I’d only gotten sick because he’d left me and I had been trying to find them when they didn’t want to be found. I always knew I was twisted up and ruined inside, thanks to Mommy Dearest, but this was the proof. I had had an opportunity to give Jasper the one impossible thing, and I had fucking failed.

I missed him, I needed him. He was my other half, the lost fragment. And in two short steps, I was curled in his rather startled arms, my face half-buried in his shirt.

It took Simon and Carlisle only a moment to decipher the medical shorthand, and Simon looked up at me in horror. Carlisle just looked so sad. I let out a shuddering breath, breathing in Jasper’s scent, and waited.

“Oh, kiddo,” Simon said, looking heartbroken. “Alice, why didn’t you tell us?”

“What?” Dad said, squinting at the paper.

“Alice, have you seen a doctor since?” Carlisle asked kindly. I shook my head.

“Okay, you need to be checked out, as soon as possible,” he said.

I didn’t have any energy left, and went back upstairs. It felt like cheating, to have Carlisle and Simon to tell everyone, to do my dirty work. But the idea of voicing those thoughts, those words, made my stomach twist tightly.

My bed was cool and smelt like home. It was good to be here, to be back. That was what I was telling myself.

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #ficmas #ficmas23 #my fic: hybrid #my fic: hybrid baby-verse #no more drinking before ficmas posts - my newest rule #angst

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Missed Confession

Summary: When you get the chance to confess your crush to your best friend, will you take it?

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major; some unrequited feelings, maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: A day late, but it's better late than never! I think that may be my motto lol. Another entry for @twilightsaganetwork's appreciation week, with today's entry being "Favorite Quote"! I will put my favorite quote in bold and all I ask is that you don't laugh 😭 I genuinely have the first letters of every word of this quote on a candy bracelet, so I think it would've been a crime not to choose this one? Anyways, enjoy!

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Bella’s beat-up truck, wondering how you had even gotten into this position. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her pensive posture as she sped down the rainy road to the Rez to see Jacob. The car's speed and her dazed affect only served to make your anxiety heightened. You didn’t even know Jacob, so you were struggling to find a reason for you being there. It had just become difficult for you to leave her side after Edward left, and to see her so broken was too much for you.

“You sure you should be driving this fast?” you asked nervously, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

Bella spared you an exasperating glare before her eyes focused on the road. “I do know how to drive. That’s not something I’ve forgotten.”

“No, I wasn’t–” You cut yourself off from trying to justify the question because you were sure you came off as patronizing when you asked. Taking an extra moment to adjust your seatbelt, you sighed, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been worried about you. And not in the ‘I don’t think you can take care of yourself’ kinda way, more like the ‘my friend is in a lot of pain’ kinda way.”

“Oh…thanks.” Her muscles relaxed a bit as her defensiveness eased. The speedometer (thankfully) also seemed to lower as she let up on the gas. The heavy trees started to thin the closer you got to houses, and when a few popped up, she asked you another question. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to come if this isn’t your thing. I know you’ve never met Jacob, so it might be a little awkward.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “As long as you introduce us, it’ll all be fine. I’m just happy to spend some time with you.”

The grin on Bella’s face was a nice change from the sour expression that had started to make its home there. Her happiness was infectious and spread to you as well. You couldn’t remember having this much quality time with your best friend since she was still coming every summer to visit her dad. But that was a long time ago, and a lot had changed.

You stared at the greenery whizzing past your window as you reflected on that time. When you were younger and still a bit unsure, you dreamed about spending your life with her. You had thought it was what everyone hoped to do with their friends. Then she stopped coming around, and a few revelations later, you realized that you were absolutely and painfully in love with your best friend. To make matters worse, her return to Forks was quickly punctuated by her getting into a relationship with Edward Cullen, of all people.

I’ll just keep it to myself. She doesn’t need this right now.

As you always had done, you pushed your feelings down to spare hers. Thankfully, the truck came to a halt, and you opened the door to get some fresh air.

“Bella!” A boy’s voice called out, and you saw who you assumed to be Jacob. He wasted no time wrapping her in a hug and spinning her around when he reached her. “Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Bella chuckled once he finally let her go before gesturing towards you. “Jacob, this is one of my friends from school. I thought it would be fun to hang out together and have an extra set of hands.”

You told him your name and stuck out your hand for a handshake. “It’s great to finally meet you. Bella’s told me so much about you.” After an awkward handshake, you added on a teasing remark, “All good things!”

Jacob seemed to bristle at your presence, and you began to space out as Bella showed him the motorcycle she had in the bed of her truck. It was a fixer-upper that she wanted done, and you weren’t about to argue. The last time she tried to ride a motorcycle, you found out from Jessica that she had hopped on a stranger’s bike. You were shocked out of your stupor when Jacob lifted one of the motorcycles out of her truck as though it was made of plywood. “Holy shit!”

“Yeah, Jake, you’re like…buff?” Bella added in total shock. “And you’re only 16?”

“Yeah, age is just a number, baby. You’re like, what? 40 now?” Jacob walked the bike back towards the garage with an impish smirk.

You knew he was only poking fun, but the severe look that crossed Bella’s face told you that he had hit a nerve. Without thinking, you put a hand on her back and rubbed between her shoulder blades in a sympathetic gesture.

She sighed and leaned closer to you as you both followed behind Jake. “It feels like that sometimes,” she muttered under her breath.

The rest of the time in the garage, the two of you were glorified assistants while Jacob did most of the work. Bella wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, and you had even less of a clue. Thankfully, the tense rivalry Jacob seemed to fabricate between the two of you faded away. By the end of the day, the three of you were laughing like old friends.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You giggled, leaning back on the futon that Jacob had set up in the garage. “You made mud pies together?! I thought that was our thing!”

“To be fair, it was our thing first,” Bella agreed.

“So what I’m hearing is that Jake totally stole my play there.”

“Just a little.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he continued tightening a bolt on the bike, only turning back to address you when he was done. “I didn’t steal anything. We just happened to think of the same idea.”

“Uh huh, sure we did. I can see you for what you really are, thief!” you teased, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. The two of them laughed at your melodramatic antics. Bella’s fit of giggles caused her to lose stability, and she leaned on you once more for support. You thought your heart might beat out of your chest on the spot.

When she finally returned to her senses, she frowned at the purple-pinkish sunset outside. “It looks like it might be time for us to head out.”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Jacob hastily dropped the metal wrench in his hand with a clang and stood up. “You want me to walk you to your truck.”

“I think we’ve got it, but thanks, Jake. See you tomorrow,” she said, getting ready to leave. Jacob moved as though he was going to hug her goodbye, but she walked past him without realizing it. The only thing you could do was mouth a silent ‘sorry’ before hurrying after her.

The silence of your walk was broken when your intrusive thoughts came blundering out of your mouth. “So, you know that Jake has a thing for you, right?”

“What?”

Bella stopped in her tracks, looking at you like you had just made the biggest faux pas of your life. The silence stretched out for an eternity, only being filled by the nighttime sounds of the forest near you. You felt your hands grow clammy as your stomach twisted. Should you be this nervous when talking to your best friend?

“I just thought you knew,” you chuckled, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal! I just thought I’d mention it so it didn’t come out of left field or anything. You know, because that would be really awkward if you weren’t prepared, and I know you’re still dealing with some things–”

She began laughing again and started back up her pace to the truck. “You seriously think Jake has a crush on me? We’re just friends! Although I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Bells…” You meekly trailed behind her. The words swam around in your head, clawing their way up your throat. You knew you shouldn’t bring it up, and you definitely knew that the topic of Edward was still sore. You couldn’t help telling her what was on your mind, just as you always had. “Friends can still have crushes on other friends. I wouldn’t dismiss it that easily.”

Bella cocked her head in confusion. “What…are you saying?” Her eyes scanned your face for something hidden, although it was clear she wasn’t even sure what she should be looking for. She was never one to see any of the hints people gave to her.

This was your chance. She had given you a moment, a huge opening to lay out all your feelings. If she accepted them, then you would deal with it. If she rejected them, then at least you would know how to move past it. It was what you had been waiting for since she came back into your life.

“Nothing,” you replied, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s nothing. I guess I don’t know Jacob that well to be able to tell anyway.”

That seemed to assuage her curiosity, and she hopped into the driver’s side of the truck. You slid into the seat next to her, trying not to feel sick by your close proximity. The regret swirled inside you like a sick whirlpool, and it was all you could do not to crawl out of your skin. You’d have to find another chance if there would ever be another, and then you’d have to decide all over again if you wanted to confess.

How were you ever going to keep this up?

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rewordthis · 4 months

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The struggles of art, are not for everyone.

It’s really not, indeed.

You have to like the process first and foremost.

If when putting the tip of the pencil down onto paper your main thoughts are how you’re bad, how you won’t have any progress, or hope you’ll be as good as those famous artists you follow on here or Twitter, then you’re really doing it wrong.

I’ve been drawing for forever and I still don’t seem to make anything better than before but having an old drawing around always puts things into perspective. I draw because it gives me peace of mind. If it just gives you anxiety then sure, it’s not for you.

And in the end, what I love the most about it is the sensation of my pencil-tip scratching that blank void that a sheet of paper is. Not the prospect of earning likes, a following, or money from it. I have tons of art that’ll never see the light of day for many reasons, that I’m so hang up on the fact that I made it. I was in my best condition when I made those pieces, in the right headspace, I was whole. The muses guided my hands these times, God smiled down on me.

What can I say? I’m a girl of simple things.

But the whole debate about whether AI is a medium for creation or easy theft, has soured my mood.

I do NOT consider AI art when its main ‘reference’ is straight up stealing and plagiarising someone’s sweat and tears. Before feeding it your favourite artist’s (or writer’s) work to mince and chew it up like it’s nothing in order to vomit a halfassed attempt at creation on your part remember this, the artists and writers the works of you used, are real people. They breathe, they eat, they cry. They pour TIME into their works. Time that you do NOT respect. They put feelings into their works. Feelings that you do NOT respect. For some of them, it’s also their main income. Income that you DEVALUE by stealing what is considered a unique trait of their trade!

You will NEVER learn anything nor get better at anything other than stealing that way. Because you haven’t known the value of hard work. The value of putting a chip of your soul into what you make. The value of living inside every work you’ve ever CREATED. You never lost sleep, food, or a piece of your sanity trying to make something from scratch. Trying to make it work. Trying to give birth to something unique.

What pitiful existences really, are those who can’t value someone else’s soul enough to respect it…

Anyway… this is getting heavy for me so I’m not going to rant over this anymore. I just want to say that I’m going to release some basic everyday steps for those who really want to learn drawing to follow on their own. Art takes time. Great writing takes time. It also takes for someone to be happy each time for what they were capable of creating.

That said, let me be clear that these mini exercises aren’t gonna clinch you a job at mappa, nor are they going to teach you proportions or whatever else those tutorials promise you, they’re specific to making you understand how 3D and observation works in order for you to be able to pick the elements you need every time you make a new piece. That’s all!

Progress isn’t jumping from 3yo art to fucking Rembrandt. It’ll suck ass before it even looks remotely decent!

Make sure to have that☝️printed and posted on your wall. That’s an order! *flexes whip*

Ok, I’m kidding, but seriously that’s your only motto from now on if you want to get better.

And now let’s prepare the ground for your exercises.

What you’ll need first is either a normal pencil or a 2mm one. No 0,5’s or whatever… in general NO mechanical pencils. Personally I’d recommend starting with a wooden pencil, though.

A good eraser that doesn’t smudge. It doesn’t matter what colour or brand as long as it erases the graphite well and without too much mess. Remember, NO SMUGES! *Forgot to say, a charcoal eraser will be a good friend, if it’s affordable. (Sorry for forgetting that.)

Now, hardness:

Find your typical hand writing pressure in the table below.

Generally the harder you press, the more difficult to erase. So bigger pressure (aka black marks, scratches etc) is 5.

5 4 3 2 1

2H H HB B 2B

How it works:

If you’re 3 you’ll need:

H: tracing

HB: outline

2B: shading

If you’re a 5 you’ll need:

2H: tracing

H or HB: outline

B: shading

If you’re 1 you’ll need:

HB: tracing

HB or B: outline

2B: shading

If you are 2 or 4 you’ll have to go through trial and error. Sorry. Just keep in mind that depending on where you lean; extremes or average (3), you follow the guidelines above.

For example, I am a hard 5 (if not 5,5 lol) so at some point I resorted working with just 2H and HB. I only ever use B when I need something to be black— which admittedly happens rarely. It’s only a few times you’ll need to depict actual black.

> You generally need a tracing pencil that won’t leave too dark visible marks behind when erased. People 5 and 4 will have to be a little careful though and not scratch the paper but that will come with practice.

> Your outline has to be enough to ‘stain’ the paper so you won’t lose your main sketch. It’s also correction time. Yey!

> Your shading shouldn’t smudge because you’re going to use layers. Yes. Even in traditional art you darken in layers, typically in as light moves as possible and in varying angles until you get the shade you want but that’s for later.

I personally don’t have any specific papers to propose to you (bitch you’re using basic photo-printing A4 papers wth lol). You’ll just need a hard surface, especially my 5 and 4 palls.

Ok, that’s it for today, folks.

Let me also slap a disclaimer here: I am NOT a professional art tutor. I just love art. 🤗

#hazy outlines: an impromptu Saturday art class #art #traditional art #see me trying to help people actually learn to draw properly…#this came to me like in a few hours ago #sorry for my mini rant #art rant #*edited

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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Eighteen

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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Your body hurt.

The cool autumn air was both refreshing and like sharp daggers to your lungs as you gasped for breath.

Yet while you were barely upright, arms braced against your knees to keep you from falling flat into the dirt, Opera was impeccable as always; looking at you with a mote of concern on their face. "Do you need a moment?"

You needed several moments. Actually, you needed a hot bath and then a cup of pain-relieving tea as you settled into your bed. Hell, even taking an impromptu nap in the torn-up grass sounded like a lovely idea.

But you remembered how easily you were snared by the drooling vine just a few days ago; how weak and helpless you were, how one tiny mistake had almost cost you your life.

Then, to make things even worse was the vivid memory of Shichiro's reaction to you being in danger. That small glimpse of his demonic nature, triggered because of his worry. And then there was how Sullivan and Iruma reacted when they learned about the incident, thanks to Shichiro who didn't gloss over how close you had been to death.

You had both them - plus Shichiro - plastered to your side for the better part of the next few days making you wonder who was the mother hen, you or them.

But their reactions made you realize something. For the first time in your life, you had people who really cared if you were hurt - or worse. They actually loved you, just as much as you loved them.

Your thoughts strengthened your resolve as you stood taller despite your legs feeling like jelly. You were going to do your best to make sure your loved ones never had to worry about you. Or rather, at the very least, you could protect yourself from an overgrown weed.

"Not yet," You bit out, earning a faint proud look as Opera's tail twitched. They shifted, holding their hands in a defensive position. You took it as your cue to lunge once more, attacking as they had instructed. A swinging kick, then a sharp jab to try and break their defense. Your movements felt sluggish even to you, so it was no surprise as Opera easily blocked each strike.

But as they had mentioned before; you were new to the exercises they were putting you through, so the focus wasn't on landing the hits. It was fluidly moving from one action into the next and not having to pause to think about how to strike next.

You continued on, trying to press past your muscles screaming in pain and your limbs shaking from exertion. Your strikes became sloppy, and Opera put a stop with a sweeping kick to your legs.

In that split-second, you feared crashing onto the ground - only for Opera to catch and lower you gently to the loose dirt.

You swore the damned demon was faster than light.

"You mustn't press yourself too much, my lady." They spoke as you stared up at the sky, still trying to figure out what exactly just happened.

You looked up into their ruby eyes. "...I need to be stronger, so everyone doesn't worry about me."

Opera's ears twitched as they tilted their head slightly. "We will always worry about you, just as you will always worry over master Iruma."

"Iruma is different," You protested. "He's...."

"Your child, just as much as you are Lord Sullivan's," Opera interrupted gently. "And we both know Shichiro will worry no matter how strong you become."

You sat up slowly, your mind trying to process the idea. Yes, you had adopted Sullivan as a father figure - someone to go to for help (the few times you were desperate enough to actually ask someone else for help.) - and he did dote on you, but the thought he might feel as protective over you as you felt towards Iruma was still a difficult pill to swallow.

You were an adult. You had taken care of yourself for years.

...as had Iruma, despite being a child. And that fact made you even more protective of him.

If the hints you picked up were true, Sullivan was far older - and probably saw your few decades of life as nothing, and considered you a child.

"... what about you?" You asked to turn your thoughts away from that realization. "I know you serve dad, and you're Shichiro's friend..."

Opera tilted their head once more, studying you intently with those piercing eyes. "When I first enrolled at Babyls, it was chaos. The strong students preyed upon the weak, and the rules meant nothing. The teachers let the students run wild outside of classes. But between my kohai and myself, we brought peace and order to the student body - and Lord Sullivan hired teachers who cared for the students outside of class.

“I thought Babyls couldn't improve after that - that it was the best it could be - but you and Master Iruma have already made a powerful impact that I feel has made it even better. And if you can do that in just a few short months, how much of a positive impact can you two make on the rest of the Netherworld?"

Your stomach twisted even more. You had been so busy just trying to survive, you had been unaware of making any impact.

But... you recalled the students now taking refuge in your library, finding it a quiet sanctuary. The misfits calling you mom, and how you would have discussions with the Literature batra as well as others about philosophical ideas where demons and humans seemed to have drastic ideas.

"That is why I serve you and Master Iruma," Opera finished as they helped you to your feet. "Because you have earned my trust and respect despite being human."

--+--

Monday came, and you were faced with a difficult choice. Kitten had bonded with you quicker than you could have hoped for, but to the point he thought he needed to be at your side constantly.

So the thought of making him stay home with just the imps as company left you feeling more than a little torn. Which must have been obvious on your face as you shared pieces of your breakfast with Kitten.

"Why do you look so sad, dear?" Sullivan coo'd as he appeared, hand falling on your shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"It's silly," You tried to dismiss as you watched the kitten devour the small piece of egg, making adorable 'omnomnom' noises all the while.

Sullivan sat down beside you, his hand finding yours. You looked up and realized the concern in his eyes. "If it's making you sad, then it is not silly. I would hate a repeat of before."

Your stomach squirmed guiltily as you recalled that dark period not too long ago. Yet at the same time, it made your heart warm with the reminder of how much he cared. "It's nothing like that. I… I just didn't like the idea of leaving the little one here all day by himself."

"Well then, don't!" Sullivan smiled. "I am the chairdemon, after all, and I'm certain there are no rules against this adorable creature keeping you company all day."

"It wouldn't be unprofessional or whatever?" You asked, barely daring to hope.

Sullivan's smile turned slightly mischievous. "Darling, we're demons. I frankly don't care what you do as long as it makes you happy."

Which is how you ended up with Kitten riding your shoulder through the day, apparently quite happy and content; and if he wasn’t on your shoulder, he was snuggled underneath the desk - either watching the students or trying to nap.

The students quickly warmed up the kitten, but he was not as eager to meet the students. He would usually just stare at them, or even puff up his fur until he was nothing more than a ball of fluff and hiss.

Which, really, only increased the cuteness factor.

Near mid-day, you were surprised to see Jazz trying to play with the kitten peek around the corner of the desk leg as the demon dangled one of the toys you had brought for the cat. (Granted, you didn't recall leaving the toy somewhere it was easy to reach, and had a sneaking suspicion his 'snake fingers' were at work again).

"He's... cute," Jazz commented after a moment, breaking your concentration on the paperwork you had been doing. "I didn't think familiars were cute, though I suppose Eggy-sensei is awfully fluffy...."

"He's not a familiar," You answered, smiling as you saw the kitten finally pawing at the fuzzy worm on a string. The brown tabby paw darted out from beneath the desk, sharp needle claws extended and trying to reach the toy. "But I think familiars can be cute, considering appearances can be deceiving and all."

The teen was quiet, but had a thoughtful expression on his face. "... what if they're as fluffy and cute as they appear, though? What does that say about a demon?"

"Well," You started, having an odd feeling the conversation topic had a deeper meaning than just beating away an awkward silence while Jazz played with the kitten. "I mean, I'm not the expert of familiars, but from what I've read, I think it just means at their core, that demon is..." Was it a good thing to say that a demon was a 'good person'? That they have a good heart? You considered it a valuable trait, but some traits in the Netherworld were different.

Eh, you were gonna take the chance. "It's a good thing," You continued when Jazz looked up questioningly after your long pause. "Sure it may not look traditionally strong, or vicious as some, but sometimes when push comes to shove, the softest, kindest people can become ruthless powerhouses when needed. I personally respect those individuals the most."

Your suspicion was proven true as Jazz looked away, seemingly embarrassed but a faint smile on his lips. You'd have to ask Iruma later if he knew anything about his classmate's familiar.

"I never thought about it that way, Mom," He admitted after a moment, your nickname still causing a warm feeling to fill your chest. Which turned sour as he looked back, embarrassment gone and replaced with the devilish smirk you were more familiar with. “So, Iruma states you and professor Balam spent the weekend together. Is that true?”

It was your turn to blush. “What professor Balam and I do outside of school hours isn’t food for the rumor mill, Jazz,” You tried to chide in your best authoritative voice, though it hardly succeeded as he grinned wider.

“Mmhmm. You know, there may be a betting pool about how long it’ll be before Iruma becomes a big brother. Especially with the professor having been late twice now to class after the lunch period.”

Words failed you as you gaped at him, his words echoing in your mind as you acutely recalled the events that happened just a few nights earlier. It was a long moment that Jazz seemed to gloat in before you were able to rebuke him.

“Don't you have classes you need to go to?” You finally spluttered, sure your face was as red as a cherry, making the teen laugh.

--+--

"Despite anything I say," You sighed as you collapsed on the couch in the biology prep room during the lunch hour, careful of Kitten who you held close to your chest until you were settled. "Everyone is convinced the kitten is my familiar."

"There have been instances of the offspring of a familiar taking over their parent's contract," Shichiro offered as he set a tray of tea and snacks down on the table before taking a seat next to you. He didn’t hesitate before pulling you close to his side with an arm wrapped around your waist. You instantly melted into his, soaking in his warmth as you rested your head on his shoulder. "... not usually as young as he is, however,” He amended as his other arm reached across to scratch against Kitten's cheek.

The kitten arched up against the hand that was larger than his body, his purr rumbling loudly. Despite Shichiro's initial hesitation about you taking in the feral kitten, it was obvious that he was quickly growing fond of it - especially as he realized it wasn't a danger to you.

For now, at least.

"Have you figured out what he is?" You asked as you carefully reached for a snack, only to be jostled as Shichiro sat up straighter, obviously excited. Except despite the sudden movement, he froze just as quickly. You were about to ask what was wrong when a vine casually descended from the ceiling. You watched with a smidge of awe as the vine was able to wrap around a book and pull it from one of the shelves before delivering it to Shichiro’s outstretched hand.

"I didn't want to move," He explained sheepishly at your amused yet curious expression. You laughed as you snuggled more into his side after grabbing one of the sandwiches to nibble on and share with Kitten. Shichiro mindlessly stroked your hair with one hand while the other placed the book in his lap and carefully flipped through the pages.

You recognized the art inside the book almost instantly. Not because of the creatures it depicted, but the careful intricate style that was intimately familiar to you by now. "Wait, is this one of yours?"

"It was one of my first research books," He explained distractedly. "I think I started this one shortly after graduating from Babyls. I had wanted to study some of the lesser known creatures that were depicted more in legends and rumors than in anything.” The page flipped open to a yellowed page of a cat curled on a fallen log, a dark coat with lighter spirals much like the pattern you were barely able to see on the kitten. “I'm pretty sure our little kitten here is a Kausa, also colloquially known as Library Cats, since they're found in old temples and abandoned ruins,” He explained as you read his handwritten notes. “Which makes sense, considering there is an abandoned temple for an ancient deity in the forest. And the good news is their main diet is small birds and rodents, though they do enjoy feeding off the spirits and mana that linger in such areas. "

"So, he isn't going to try to eat me when he grows up?" You asked, though you hadn't missed the term 'our kitten', causing your chest to warm inexplicably.

"He won't grow much bigger than a hellcat," He confirmed, his smile evident in his voice. "And maybe not even that big, considering he's a runt with ruined wings."

Your smile fell slightly as you looked at the small wing that was deformed. You had watched him many times try to use it whenever he jumped and had to agree that there was certainly something wrong with it as it never seemed able to expand completely. Worse still, you had heard more than a few students, and even a couple teachers, make a few disparaging remarks about his defect when they had visited.

"I don't care. I love him, imperfections and all," You swore stubbornly, saying the words you had to bite back when you overheard the others. "It doesn't make him any less perfect in my eyes."

There was only a short moment between your statement and suddenly being pulled into Shichiro's lap, displacing his book. Both of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist while he buried his face against your shoulder. "You humans are such fascinating beings," He muttered, warm and reverent. “Compassionate and accepting to no end.”

At first you were a little confused until the realization hit you. You hadn't even considered the dual implications until then; after all, the kitten wasn’t the only being you loved that demon society had difficulty accepting. You set the kitten down next to you so you could shift in his lap until you were facing him. You cupped his face in your hands as you met and held his gaze.

"I will fight whoever states that you're not handsome, or beautiful, or whatever,” You stated firmly. “Same with our little kitten."

His smile was reflected in his eyes while dark pink stained his cheeks as he blushed. "As touched as I am, please don't start picking fights."

"Opera's been teaching me," You defended playfully as you smiled. "And I have my runes ready at all times now." To prove your point, you let go so you could pull back the arm of your coat (the same style that many of the teachers wore) to show the defensive runes you had carefully drawn.

Your weekend escapade had proven that you needed to be prepared at all times.

Yet despite your playful attitude, Shichiro narrowed his eyes. "No fighting. Please."

You were tempted to push the point - if just to be ornery - but sighed dramatically. "Fine. I won't pick a fight. But if I ever hear someone insult you or Kitten, I won't stand by idly. You both mean too much to me."

He sighed but held you closer, apparently unable - or unwilling - to argue that. So you allowed the subject to slide and instead turned back to the book that had been nearly forgotten.

Shichiro had two art styles; one was the soft, cute drawings of his picture books while the other was hyper-realistic as he did careful drawings of his research subjects. The Kausa looked as if it would start moving and continue stalking along the yellowed page. The detail he had put into his artwork-- samples of the creature's claws and fur, the shape of a lithe body and matching leathery wings-- left you breathless.

"Do you think if I was a demon, I'd have a familiar like that?" You asked as you read his notes. Familiars were - of course - an area of interest for you. You had done research into the area, especially about humans having familiars-- such as the relationship between Kalego and Iruma --with little success. A human summoning a demon was well documented, but not as a familiar. More like how you had summoned Sullivan so many months ago.

"The familiar that responds to ones’ summoning is usually a reflection of a demon's true self; their desires, ambitions..." He mused thoughtfully. "Having a Kausa would probably fit you. They are often very defensive of their home and kits, avoid conflict, and prefer places others have abandoned."

You indulge yourself with the daydream despite knowing you would never have such a bond with Kitten. After all, you just happened to stumble upon him - saving and adopting him said nothing about who you were.

Well, other than you lacked forethought and self-preservation. And would likely take in anything that needed help

But if he really was as harmless as Shichiro thought (well, as harmless as anything in the Netherworld was) he could become a companion - just like an earth cat.

Or he could grow into a cold, aloof adult that wanted nothing to do with you. Again, just like an earth cat.

Only time would tell.

"Nigyul is your familiar, right?" You asked after a moment, seeing the little dragon watching inquisitively from above, as if not sure he wanted to enjoy the cuddle pile. Though something in your memory gave you the feeling you weren’t quite right.

"Well, not exactly," Shichiro admitted, looking up to the dragon before holding out his hand. Nigyul chirped before jumping down and curling his tail around Shichiro's fingers for support, reminding you strongly of the first time you had met the dragon. "My bond with him is like a demon and a familiar's bond, but I didn't summon him. Instead, it was more like I cultivated him." He saw your curious expression and continued. "I found his seed years ago and carefully nurtured his growth with my mana, training him to respond to it as a familiar would its master's commands."

"That's awesome..." You trailed off as you realized Kitten had climbed up to Shichiro’s shoulder, hesitant but curious about the dragon that was currently smaller than him. You were tense, worried about how they would react to one another as the kitten carefully stalked down Shichiro’s arm to smell the tiny dragon.

But instead of acting aggressively, Nigyul allowed Kitten a moment to smell before nuzzling the kitten and even trying to groom him, making your heart warm.

"Well, Nigyul’s definitely like his master," You teased, looking up to Shichiro who blushed.

"Well, he is our kitten," He teased back. “Of course we both want to take care of him.”

It was your turn to blush as you buried your face as best as you could into his chest. You felt as well as heard Shichiro's chuckle as he held you tight after setting down both dragon and kitten. Part of you wished you could just melt into him like before, letting all your worries melt away. Yet…

“Er, speaking of which,” You mumbled awkwardly after a moment. “Jazz let it slip earlier that apparently the Misfits have a… betting pool on us.”

“Oh?” He merely hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair, unable to see the blush growing deeper on your face.

You knew he needed to know, or at least he deserved to know considering how he was involved in the bet. Yet actually voicing the words seemed near impossible. Despite everything - despite knowing how much he cared for you and would never intentionally cause you to feel ashamed or embarrassed… you were worried how he would react.

You also supposed part of it was because of your own inner turmoil on how Jazz’s words affected you. Yes, you were fairly embarrassed that Iruma’s classmates had such a bet… but you remembered the conversation you had with Sullivan and Iruma. The pictures Opera showed you, and how ever since you had moments of wondering what it would be like.

To think the whole class was betting on the inevitability made you… happy.

Eventually you gathered your courage and spoke. “They, uh, kind of have made some assumptions,” You began. “About… why you’ve been late to a few classes lately.”

His fingers paused for a moment, his shock evident in his voice as he simply went. “Ah.”

“Mhmm,” You agreed as you steeled yourself for the biggest point. “And… also when Iruma might get a younger sibling.”

You could feel his breath catch as he processed your words. The hand resting on your hip shifted so his thumb could brush against the soft curve of your stomach. “A sibling…” He repeated quietly as if to himself.

“I mean, I am taking that contraceptive potion,” You added as the silence stretched on. “Not that we’ve… you know. Gone that far.”

Shichiro didn’t say anything, but held you a little tighter as he pressed his face against your neck. Yet another piece of his anatomy nudged against your thigh. At least part of him liked that idea.

“I know it's probably too early in our relationship to really talk about those kinds of things,” You continued. “But, just as an FYI…”

“Right,” He agreed slowly. “I just… never really thought of the possibility before.”

You chewed your lip. “Well, to be honest… is it? I mean since we’re…. different?” You knew the act was a possibility now, but having results from it - having children… Was that a possibility, or were demons and humans too different to be compatible?

“There are a few legends and stories that speak of half-human demons, so if they are to be believed…” He trailed off as your stomach squirmed. You could remember how adorable he was in those pictures Opera showed you. And before coming to the Netherworld, you hadn’t been very keen on the idea of having children of your own, now…

Now you could see the appeal. It wouldn’t be like ‘families’ you were familiar with back on earth. You would have Shichiro. Iruma. Sullivan. Opera even…

“Some day in the near future, let’s talk more about this,” Shichiro spoke as he shifted, pulling back a little. “Because I think if we talked more today, we’d only end up fueling those bets.”

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma--+--

Within just a few days, Kitten became bolder and braver. Soon, he loved to wander around, proving to be as curious as an earth-kitten. It was fine as he explored the mansion at night as you knew the imps would keep an eye on him, and when he stayed within the confines of the library during the day.

And then, not even the massive library could contain his curiosity.

Oddly enough, it was Marbas who brought Kitten back the first time. “I figured it would be best to bring him here after I found him wandering through my store room,” He said with a faint smile as he held up the yowling kitten by the scruff.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized as you accepted the kitten back. “I hadn’t even realized he had wandered off!”

Marbas, thankfully, only smiled as he shrugged good-naturedly. “Eh, I caught him before he killed himself, so it's all good.” The dark-haired demon reached to scratch Kitten between the ears. “You might want to keep a closer eye on him, however. I mean, he did knock over a few containers of strong acids when I was trying to catch him.”

You nodded and agreed you would. And after that, you tried. You really did. But keeping track of him and performing your work was impossible. Within days, you were interrupted every few hours by either a student or a teacher returning the furball. Thankfully most were amused by the antics. A few, however, were not.

Case in point: Kalego.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam/reader #suzuki iruma #lord sullivan

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Hellooooo~~~

How’s your day going?? I hope it’s going well!

If it’s okay, for my request, could you write head canons for quanxi and makima in a relationship with someone who has pretty bad social anxiety and how they comfort them? I’m so sorry if this is against the rules in anyway! Just ignore if you don’t feel like/is uncomfortable writing it! Thank you~✨

My day is great so far, thank you anon!! I hope you're havin a lovely day as well!💖

It's not exactly the same, but you might like these shy!reader/Quanxi HCs too since they're pretty similar and I imagine the dynamic to be pretty close! Here are those :)

Quanxi

Cool, confident Quanxi doesn't know what it's like to suffer from social anxiety, but she tries her best to understand for you. Whenever you need to vent, or just get your feelings off your chest, she listens intently. But, the moment you tiptoe into self-deprecating territory, she firmly cuts you off. Complain that you're bad at socializing, or that you feel like people think you're a freak, and she stops you with a touch. "Stop," she says plainly, rubbing a comforting thumb over your cheekbone. "You're perfectly fine the way you are." She won't stand for anyone speaking badly about you, least of all yourself.

Whenever your anxiety spikes, Quanxi grounds you with physical touch. Whenever you're in public, she's got a comforting hand intertwined with yours. In a circle of people, she'll wrap a firm arm around your waist and pull you in to her. She's got your back, and she won't let you forget it. In the midst of your anxiety, Quanxi makes sure you can feel her presence holding you up.

Getting caught up in your anxiety is easy, but Quanxi is the first to remind you of reality and stop your mind from falling into torturous rabbit holes. "Talking to people isn't a test," she points out if you're obsessing over something you said. "There's no right or wrong answers. Just say what you want to, and let that be that."

If there's something you don't want to do, or feel like you can't, Quanxi has no problem cancelling for you. Work party? Quanxi calls for you and says you're sick. Don't want to hang out with someone? Quanxi will come up with an excuse. Her motto is, "If you don't want to, then don't", but she knows it's not always that simple for you. So, she helps wherever she can.

Makima

When she watches your anxiety slowly rise in the minutes before you two head out for a party, or the way you freeze up when someone strikes up a conversation at the grocery store, or how you obsess over the words you said at work today and convince yourself everyone's judging you, Makima wants nothing more than to command you to snap out of it. Nothing would be easier than softly wrapping her arms around your waist and whispering a gentle "relax, my darling", against the smooth skin of your neck. But she knows that if she wants to be your equal, your partner, your lover, she can't use her power to change you, even for the better. Still, she struggles to hold it back when she knows it would be near-instant relief. Makima plasters on a comforting smile when you're anxious, puts a gentle arm around your shoulders, and stubbornly resists the urge to tell you to calm down.

Just because she's determined not to use her powers to manipulate you doesn't mean Makima's above altering the people around you, though. If you've slipped away to the bathroom during a social event, Makima politely "asks" the group you've been talking to to be extra nice and mindful of you. If she ever stops by your work, she whispers to your boss and coworkers to make sure they're accommodating of you, once you're just out of earshot. She instructs her work subordinates to be considerate when you stop by to share lunch in her office. Maybe she can't control you, but she can twist the environment around you, and Makima is more than willing to alter whatever she needs to make you more comfortable.

One perk of Makima's job is that she can make an excuse to leave at the drop of a hat, and she always whisks you away with her. Whenever she senses you're especially anxious and just need an out, Makima glances at her cell phone. "Oh," she says, tucking it back into her pocket and urgently threading her fingers through yours. "My apologies, but work is calling. We'll have to take our leave." (Most of the time, there's no real emergency, but no one needs to know that.)

Whenever you're especially stressed or anxious, Makima's priority is to distract you. She'll point out if someone across the room is wearing your favorite color, or tell you she's thirsty, and maybe you can come with her to find a vending machine nearby? It feels a little silly, this game, but then, Makima's a master of games and she doesn't mind playing this one if it helps put you at ease. She'll do anything for you, and I-spy, in the grand scheme of things, is not a very tall order. (If you call her out on it, she'll just laugh coyly and shake her head, but she actually enjoys I-spy with you quite a lot. It makes keeping watch over everything, as she does, less of a chore. She feels almost normal, scanning for coke labels and fire hydrants when you whisper that you see something red.)

Makima can't imagine anything more relaxing than collapsing into a cuddle pile with her dogs after a long day, so if your anxiety has you all twisted into knots, she pulls you onto the couch and lays your head across your lap. The dogs settle in next to you, all fur and licking tongues and wagging tails, and Makima smoothly brushes her nimble fingers through your hair. She doesn't mind if you chat aimlessly, or stay silent and just bask in the way she's gently petting you, but either way she won't let you get up until the tension has melted out of your shoulders and you feel at ease.

#Chainsaw Man #chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #Quanxi #Quanxi/reader #quanxi x reader #Makima #Makima/reader #Makima x reader

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