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telleroftime · 1 year

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Wedding Vows ||| Bowser x Reader

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Headcanons for Bowser and what your proposal and wedding would look like.

Request - Anonymous

Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

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A/N: Bowser has me kicking my feet istg.

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Realistically, Bowser would be the one to propose first. Not only that, he'd do it sooner rather than later. Maybe even before the two of you would officially l court one another, or very soon after unless you voiced the fact you'd want to take everything slowly. If you haven't, he'd jump right into it. If you have, he'd wait right up to the point you'd say you were ready. Not a second longer.

Not because he is impatient - though he is impatient - but because he is just that eager to be with you and he just knows you are the perfect match for him.

He wants everyone to know that.

We know he falls in love strongly. And, once he loves you, he won't let go, so he doesn't understand why he'd have to wait to get married and officially have you as his royal consort. He wants you to be by his side as the second monarch of the kingdom, and he wants all the neighbouring allies and foes to know that you are his, now with an added ring on top.

And in terms of the actual proposal - it would be extravagant as there is no amount of gold he wouldn't spend on you.

Though he'd usually shower you with gifts, from delicate clothes and finely crafted jewellery to the most flavourful desserts, coming up to his proposal you'd notice a lot more of them. There'd be a lot more boxes wrapped in clean paper, with ribbons of all sort of colours wrapped around them. He'd leave them in your room and hide them in all the places you frequented.

All until he proposes.

He'd make sure that you were having a good day, preparing all sorts of events for you to take part in by yourself. A shopping spree if you enjoyed those. A buffet prepared in our name with all your favourite foods. Guards would escort you outside the Dark Lands so that you could spend the day in a more scenic environment.

All so you're distracted, giving him time as he prepares flowers and goes over what exactly he will say to you.

He'd make a grand entrance, all proud of himself. If you're uncomfortable with too many people, he would keep it as private as possible. He'd minimise the amount of guards with him, though not by much. After all, Bowser is a proud king. He'd want people to know of his proposal and he wants people to witness his love for you.

If he knows that you're comfortable with people and crowds then be prepared because the only thing that could rival his proposal would be the wedding itself. He'd have music playing as he enters, his back as straight as he could get it to seem all regal in front of you, even though his eyes would deceive his character. He's too madly in love to hold back on the heart-eyes.

Be prepared for the worst pick-up lines possible, because even though you're both already established as in love and in a relationship, he will use them.

Honestly, it'd probably be Kamek's suggestion.

It would be a love confession unlike any other.

His love is for you and you only, meaning that the only person he fears a negative reaction from is you. He feels no embarrassment from the way he acts and the way he makes it clear to anyone and everyone around that he loves you. Only your opinion matters to him.

He will sing for you in that gravely voice of his, present you flowers, and he will get you the shiniest ring he could get.

Depending on what your style is like, the type of metal the ring is made from would be different.

He could have presented you a black or silver-like metal ring that mimics the hues of the spiky bracelets he always wears. He could have presented you a typical golden ring with any form of embellishment to give it the depth you deserve. He could have presented you a rose gold ring. Literally any ring you can imagine if that's what suits your interests. And, no matter the base of the ring, they all would be encrusted with matching gems and precious stones.

Whatever ring choice he settled for, the wedding ring would be far richer. No penny will be spared.

And speaking of no penny spared - the wedding would be quick to follow and it would be the grandest event of the times.

All of your clothes would be custom made, matching in all the possible ways. The accents would be either your favourite colours or they would be the colour of your eyes if you so wished it. Any ribbons would be in that colour. Any embedded gems and sewn in sequins would all follow the colour scheme you select.

No matter your choice, Bowser will be all the more enamoured.

He'd prepare a special venue somewhere within his domain to ensure that everything would be perfect. It had to be perfect. Bowser would not have it any other way. Not for you. The time of day must be perfect. The weather must be perfect. The decorations much be perfect.

Everything would be meticulously picked out in a way he knew fit your liking.

And speaking of meticulously picked out, all of the music would be written by him and prepared perfectly for you. Though he wouldn't play it himself as he'd obviously be at the altar, he'd have the most skilled musicians of his kingdom recite it instead.

And, since all the titles to his melodies would be themed around you, he would expect pure perfection.

Or else he would end up short of a few musicians.

In terms of the guest list, Bowser would invite everyone - or at least everyone of significance. His allies would all get invited. King Boo, King Bob-omb. Bowser would even invite some of his enemies just for the sake of pridefully showing off his new consort-to-be. Anyone you'd like would be invited, be that family or friends - their status doesn't matter to him - all with front seats at the reception.

The enemies do include Princess Peach, Mario, and Luigi.

Bowser would have been extremely worried and stressed before you walked down the aisle. His cheeks would show a bright flush from past the scales and his brows would be knitted and crossed across his face, twitching with anxiety.

What if you changed you mind? What if you didn't want to marry him?

His eyes would be all over the place, skimming the crowd in anticipation, right up to the point when you showed up across the room and the music started playing.

Then he'd be utterly awestruck.

His eyes would go wide, taking you all in and watching as you walked towards him. His maw would be left lightly agape, and his breath would be stuck inside his throat as he visibly followed you with the turn of his head. Even when you finally stood in front of him he'd feel like he's in a dream, leaning in to get a closer look and slouching more than usual to be all the more nearer.

This would be one of the first and only times Bowser would stutter. He doesn't know what to say, and all he'd have is this goofy smile paired with half-lidded heart-eyes. in that moment, for him, there'd be just you and him. How he appeared to the onlookers did not matter to him. He only cared how he'd look in front of you.

Oh, and Kamek would be the marriage officiant.

You'd say your vows whilst Bowser's tail would wag like the tail of an excited puppy.

He'd lean down for you to kiss him and grin even more when you did with a shine in his eyes, heart hammering loud enough for you to hear. There'd be plenty of times when he'd look back at the guests in attendance with a proud look in his gaze like: "Everyone look, this is my consort. They're my spouse now!" He'd be so happy with himself. He'd be so happy to have you.

Now, the wedding ceremony would have been held outside the castle, but the after party would be held within it.

Bowser would have had one of his largest ballrooms prepared, matching the decor of the wedding itself and making sure it all ties together with the grey and black bricks of his castle. Everything would be perfectly polished, clean, and tidy. Nothing would dare be out of place as the two of you celebrate. There would be not a single spec of dust or ash in sight.

During the actual party, the only time he'd be separated from you would be when he's discussing something with the other kings, whether that be them congratulating him or having polite conversation. Whatever it would be, his eyes would never leave your figure, following your movements with ease.

And when he's done entertaining them, he'd come straight to you.

At first, the other guests wouldn't know what to do. They'd want to talk to you, congratulate you on your wedding or catch up with you if they're your friends, however they'd be too frightened of Bowser's huge figure looming behind you like a protective boulder.

Only when Peach takes the initiative and walks up to the two of you does the rest of the crowd relax. She'd congratulate the two of you, politely bowing with a soft look in her eyes as she addresses you. The two of you would talk all whilst Bowser leans in defensively like he's daring the princess to do anything.

He'd want to be anywhere else than near Peach.

Yes, he wants to show you off to the princess, however he doesn't want you to think he still harbours any affections towards her. He doesn't. He only loves you, and he doesn't want you thinking any less of him for being this close to his past obsession.

It takes a while for him to ease into the conversation, keeping to single animalistic grunts and rumbles whenever Peach would try and converse with him.

When the Mario Brothers come up to the three of you - or two if you opted to leave Peach to ease Bowser's nerves - he'd tense.

His fists would clench in a silent way of controlling himself, though with how close you'd stand to him you'd be able to hear the rumble of flames bursting inside of his chest. It'd take a little while of you absentmindedly stroking his arm to relax him back down, but eventually he'd be able to stand still and simply enjoy being close to you, even with his enemies so close to him.

Overall, the evening would be beyond pleasant.

The two of you would dance together, Bowser absolutely taken by you. The two of you would eat the towering cake, feeding him some whilst completely disregarding the eyes of the guests. In general, you'd have a great time.

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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Bro, my friend, ima need a masky x reader where masky is a farel animal, ima need this man to absolutely batshit and I need him to ruin me in every way, love your favorite mutal <333333 😋

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Masky x Gender neutral reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: A drabble about Masky going feral and taking it out on you

Content/Warnings: Angry and mean Masky, porn with no real plot, hair pulling, spanking, a hint of possessiveness/degrading

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There was no telling what had set Masky off today. All you knew was that he was pissed, and his favorite way to let off steam was to pound you until you passed out.

“Fuuuck, you have no idea how much I missed this tight hole—!” He growled into your ear as he leaned over you. He didn’t have to say it, it was obvious. You couldn’t even remember the moments leading up to this point, but nothing else mattered when he was taking you from the back so good, just how you both liked it.

“God, you feel so good…No one, not any body else ever gets to use you like this, do you hear me?!”

A slap rang out in your ears, followed by a stinging pain where Masky’s hand had come down on your ass.

“Yes, yes!” You yelped in reply, “Only you, Masky! I-I’m all yours!”

He yanked hard on your hair, making you arch your back. Your nails tore at the sheets, leaving long rips that would surely have to be patched up later.

“All mine…All fuckin’ mine! A-Ah, God I needed this…I’ve missed my little fuck toy all day.”

Another slap, even harder than the last, forcing a broken call of Masky’s name from your throat.

He nuzzled into your neck, leaving a trail of aggressive kisses that quickly transformed into bites. You could tell the marks were deep, enough to draw blood, but the pain was quickly washed away by the pleasure. You could practically feel the bruises forming, ones that would earn you a sly comment from Toby in the morning.

The bed rocked and swayed with each thrust, and there were even a few moments where you wondered if it would break beneath you. He was using all his strength, maybe even more, slamming into you over and over again and hitting deeper than you had ever thought possible. When Masky was mad, he fucked you like his life depended on making sure you couldn’t walk the next day.

You hadn’t realized how close you were until it was almost too late. You barely managed a warning before all of a sudden you had came, tightening around Masky’s length and making him shudder. The pathetic noise that fell from your lips and echoed off the walls nearly had him cumming himself. You expected him to keep going until he found his own release as usual, but instead he abruptly slowed to a stop.

You didn’t even have time to ask what was wrong before he was pulling out just long enough to flip you over onto your back, making you bounce against the mattress.

“M…Masky…?” You said meekly, eyes growing wide as one of his hands found the back of your knee, pushing it up against your chest.

“Aw, what’s the matter hun?” He cooed down at you in a condescending tone. His free hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing terribly hard but enough to be a threat.

“You didn’t think we’d be done so soon, did you?”

You merely stared up at him as he rutted against you, preparing to enter once more.

“No, no…we’re not done until I say so, and something tells me we’re going to be here for a very, very long time.”

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tofuxtea · 2 years

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𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 | 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 + 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — negan smith x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — age gap (around 15 yrs), authority kink, ‘sir’ is used in joking context, choking, aggressive negan, flirty reader, light humiliation, reader is pushed against a wall unsexily, very light dub-con if you squint (no precise ‘yes’ from either parties), just negan saying negan shit tbh

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — i am barely on season 2 of walking dead i really hope i captured at least SOME of canon negan’s essence, otherwise i’m going off of what i think he’d be like in this situation. also this is a tad late. shhh. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SHHHHHH I HAVE HOMEWORK DUE TN — 2.9k words.

the night was still fairly young, the last orange streaks of sunset against the sanctuary’s high walls slowly deepening to a rusty red. a majority of the saviors had already begun retiring to their rooms on negan’s accord — do not leave after sunset. it was a rule, sure, but it was also common sense in a world run by walkers.

you had common sense. sometimes. you knew it was an awful idea to venture out to town for medicine at a time like this, especially when you knew a group would likely be sent out the next morning to one of the trade groups, but the infirmary was running dangerously low on painkillers and first aid supplies.

while you never considered yourself to be the hero without a cape type, you needed the hike to clear your mind. negan seemed to be paying extra close attention to you over the past couple of weeks and it made you feel like you were a blood sample under a microscope.

you had no issue with negan but something about him breathing down your neck like his life depended on it made you feel odd. he was well older than you — possibly fifteen or so years older — but there was something about his sadistically arrogant dimpled smile whenever you pointed his closeness out that had your cheeks dusted pink. which was the last thing you wanted.

negan was no romantic nor was he one to easily take likings to people. he gutted people like it was breathing. sure, he had a close eye on you whenever you were within sight but you figured it was more of a cautious motive he had; like making sure you wouldn’t steal or conspire against the saviors. he would probably smear your brains on the cement you stood on without a second thought if you gave him even a hint of a reason to believe you were.

in simpler terms, he was an attractive douchebag. a dangerous attractive douchebag—

“the hell do you think you’re going?” the sharp, gruff voice that had been looped in your wandering mind seemed to summon the devil himself, his presence popping the bubble of tension that surrounded you. your spine stiffened, but you didn’t dare turn around to face him. you didn’t need to to know he was staring daggers into your back. there was a soft shuffle — he crossed his arms over his chest — and he blew a wry chuckle out of his nose. “you runnin’ away?”

any trace of accusation from his first question had vanished and he actually sounded amused. you stuffed a switchblade into the side pocket of your backpack with a scoff of your own. “‘course not.” you prayed that the firmness in your tone compensated for your shaky hands. it was all you could do to hope negan wouldn’t bash you in from behind with lucille.

“well, care to enlighten me, sweetheart?” he taunted and you could hear the smirk in his voice. unfazed, you zipped your backpack up and went to sling it over your shoulder when you finally came to terms with the fact that negan wouldn’t let you out. and you couldn’t lie your way out of it.

you met his empty, gently lidded eyes, thick dark eyebrows set in a stern line just above them. “i’m making a quick stop into town. we’re running low on meds and i’m not sure if they’re gonna last til morning.” negan’s expression hardly shifted, only his lips turning downwards with the slightest interest in your brave plan. for a sliver of a second you thought he just might be in support of it.

“alright, i’ll play along. how are you gonna get there with just that little knife of yours?” his finger jutted towards your side pocket. a jolt of distaste shifted your features and you knew negan noticed. at least, if he did, he didn’t care.

“you offering to come with? or do you just wanna protect me?” the way his eyebrows shot up made you think your playfulness didn’t make it across to him. but then the corner of his mouth slowly tugged into an impressed smirk.

“that’s all you’re going for? meds?” he reiterated, not a hint of confusion laced in his words. it sounded like he was pushing for a second answer you had yet to give.

you eyed him warily, ignoring the few steps he took into the room, shutting the door in the process. your brows pinched together for a second of suspicion. “why? you need me to get you something?” your gaze wandered off to the side while you pursed your lips with thought and hummed. when you met negan’s eyes again, he had gotten a decent amount closer to you and he actually winced at the mischievous look in your own. “condoms? viagra?”

he let out a breathy laugh, pearly white teeth showing from under a curled lip. “oh, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” the genuine lightheartedness coming from negan scared you more than the dangerous proximity. “put the bag down. i’ll send a group in the morning.”

there was no challenge in his features and you knew he expected you to listen like an obedient little dog. when your fingers wrapped securely around the straps of the backpack and hiked it further up your shoulder, his little smirk faltered. “i’m going into town, negan. it won’t be too long.” you pushed lightly. praying to whatever god there was left, you hoped negan would simply shrug his shoulders and allow you to leave. he took a step forward.

“did i ask you?” an unsettling grin set his lips straight and it made you feel tiny. he definitely had the ambiance of a respected leader — if you could even call what people felt for him respect. his expression twinged with a mocking expectancy like he actually wanted a reply. “did i?”

your tongue swiped over your molars and your jaw jutted to the side. “no, sir.” the honorific held no sincerity. negan seemed satisfied with your answer nonetheless but he didn’t let the sarcasm slip by so easily. in the brief moment of tense silence you shared, a curiosity that hurt your brain begged to be debunked. “why do you care?”

negan’s eyes went scarily blank but the beginning sparks of a fire could be seen in the pits of his pupils. “excuse me?” there was hardly any venom on his tongue but it was enough to make you wince.

you flung the backpack onto the barely clothed mattress with a soft rustle and met negan’s stare with one that screamed really? “you think i don’t see you staring me down every time i’m doing my job? at first i thought it might’ve been because you were waiting for me to screw up but if that were the case we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” negan’s tightly pressed lips gave you no direction towards the truth. he had a knack for that. “would we, negan? so what is it? are you scared of me runnin’ away or do you actually care enough to not let me go?” the scrutiny behind your tone made him veer his gaze off to the side. he returned it moments later, possibly wanting to regain his composure.

“you done?” he asked flatly. for a moment you were glad he wasn’t lashing out at you for even assuming he’d care about somebody but it quickly bubbled over into exasperation.

“the hell i am!” you snapped, daring to bare claws at him. they were clipped down in a second, his palm catching your throat and viciously hurling you backwards until the backs of your thighs dug into the tiny bedside table behind you. negan still pushed, the back of your head meeting the wall with a gentle thunk.

it shut you up. eyes wide and fingertips scrambling to find footing on the table you were awkwardly hovering over, you feared negan. his eyes were scarily void of any readable emotions. he was completely cool, even with his leg nudged between your thighs and his wrist being softly clawed at by your nails.

“i said you done?” the heat of his breath hit your face and you gulped hard. his palm pushed against the center of your throat and there was no sign of letting up. not until you forced yourself to nod did he grant you a sliver of freedom by taking the pressure off of your windpipe. the calloused pads of his fingers still held your jaw firmly in place but at least you could breathe.

“you want me to add a ‘sir’ to that?” even while pinned to the wall you managed to adorn an arrogant smirk in between labored breaths. “who told you i was into this? arat? swear i can’t tell her shit—”

“that fucking mouth of yours.” negan cut in sharply. you would have assumed it was because he was genuinely disgusted until his tongue darted out and wet his lips. then the deep pits of his pupils finally became eligible and your brows leveled with shock. “do you remember who you’re talking to?”

you nudged against his hand, challenging the very man who could take your life with a clean swipe of his fist. unless he wanted to take the extra minute to grab his barbed baseball bat. “‘course i do, negan.” voice dropping an octave, you could see the strain it put on his hardened demeanor. he blinked quickly and shifted on his feet, the crease in his forehead showing his inward debate whether to give in or beat the shit out of you. it was decided for him when one of your hands that had stiffly held onto the table experimentally prodded at his side. negan’s breath went sharp but he made no attempt to get away. “you do care.”

“i could fuckin’ kill you.” the man seethed. his fingers grasped your jaw with ferocity and you choked on a gasp as he pressed you into the wall once more. his other hand hooked underneath your thigh and hoisted you onto the table, its contents rattling and tumbling onto the ground with alarmingly loud crashes. “i’m old enough to be your damn father and you wanna fuck me?”

negan had your cheek almost flush with the wall, his nose brushing against your tensed jawline. you could sense the taunting narrowing of his eyes and smirk on his lips without even seeing them. he had slipped between your legs, the hand that had aggressively lifted you now gently feathering over the front of your thigh.

“that’s what you want?” he held your mouth shut like a muzzle. your nostrils flared with anger and you shot him a dangerous glare out of the corner of your eye. “oh, you’re fucked up.” he barked out a laugh when pathetic surrender flooded your dilated pupils.

he whipped your head forward and released you. your first instinct was to slap him across the face, hierarchy be damned. you had your palm raised, ready to be brought down when negan caught your wrist into his large hand and pinned it to the wall along with you. his lips crashed onto yours with malicious fervor, the tickling sensation of his salt and pepper beard on your skin drawing a shudder from you.

your free hand curled a finger into his belt loop and pulled him impossibly closer. you wrapped your legs around his hips, gently grinding into his significantly hardened cock in his black jeans. “shit, don’t get too hasty, sweetheart.” he warned, tearing your wandering arm away from him and yanking it behind your back. you chuckled wryly, gently wincing at the roughness, but it crumbled as soon as his lips found your neck. your back instinctively arched and you kicked your head back a little to allow him access, though the tug he gave the hair at the nape of your neck did that for you. he was greedy yet smooth, carefully working down to the low neck of your tank top.

“negan,” you whispered shakily as his large hands slid up underneath your top, the sudden contrast in temperature bringing goosebumps to your skin. he groaned softly, the hum of his voice vibrating against your chest. in a second he had it pulled over your head and threw it mindlessly to the side. his eyes dragged down your torso, fueling the fire in his pupils. “oh, and you call me fucked up?” you teased as you swiftly unclipped your bra and theatrically slid the straps down your arms, noting the way negan’s eyelids went scarily low.

“shut up.” he shot back, hands molding to your hips, slowly slipping down to the waistband of your tiny shorts that he wanted gone. the needy glint returned to your eyes and your lips curled up.

“make me, sir.” it was a corny line that asked for a hell of a time, and negan bought right into it when he stole a long, sloppy kiss. while he skillfully worked the clasp on your shorts, you peeled his grey shirt over his head like your life depended on it. next was his belt buckle, then the button on his pants.

you let him shimmy your bottoms down your hips, his satisfied smirk growing when your black panties came into view. they were a little treat you snagged for yourself when you found a decently stocked department store a while back. it was just your luck that you decided to wear them today.

the thick pad of his finger found your clit through the thin fabric, slowly circling it. your hips softly bucked in response as a cry ripped from your throat. negan took the opportunity to latch onto your chest, teeth nipping at a mark he’d already planted. “fuck, you’re already so damn wet.” he panted, not wasting another second to slide your panties to the side and run his middle finger teasingly up your soaked cunt. he dipped his fingertip in, watching how you writhed at the sensation.

a broken cry met his ears and he smiled sadistically, continuing until he was knuckle deep. “ne—negan, fuck,” you couldn’t form a single sentence when he began thrusting his finger inside of you mercilessly.

“what happened to ‘make me’, hm?” what he said refused to process yet you still managed to land a soft slap to his shoulder. he quickly pulled out, with an irritated whine from you, and popped it into his mouth, holding your eyes until he took it right back out. your lips parted, calming breaths beginning to pick up at the sight.

your nimble fingers found the waist of his boxers first, clumsily nudging them down his sides until his cock was freed. negan watched through sex-doped lids as you wrapped your hand around him and began pumping him. his head lolled back and his eyes screwed shut with an open-mouthed groan.

“fuck me, negan, please,” you whined, shoving your pride down your throat for the first time all night. you teased your folds with the tip of his dick, your heels nudging the back of his legs greedily.

he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep messy kiss. the feeling of his tongue on yours and his beard softly scratching your face made you whimper. his other went between your thighs, keeping them wide as he slowly pushed his dick inside of you. you moaned against his mouth, steadying yourself on his shoulders. “negan,” your knuckles turned paper white from how tightly you were holding onto his arms, grip getting impossibly tighter when he started moving.

“fuck,” negan cursed when he felt how tight you were, practically squeezing around his cock. both of you knew you wouldn’t last long and if you kept knocking the table against the wall and the volume, you had about that long until someone walked in.

he hooked the backs of your legs underneath his arms and pounded into you, the angle hitting a spot that made your body go completely slack. your head slid on the wall behind you, kicking back out of pleasure as pornographic moans tumbled past your lips. “shit, negan, don’t stop.” you managed in between heaving gasps, needily pulling at his neck until he leaned down to meet your lips with an animalistic passion. he pressed one hand to the wall next to your head, the other holding your thigh almost flush with your chest.

his thrusts went deep and slowed down so subtly you almost didn’t notice, abusing the sensitive spot that had you seeing white. “that’s it, let go.” negan’s voice rumbled in your ears, nearing a low growl.

strings of curses left your mouth as your high crashed into you. hard. it rocked your body all over, momentarily numbing you. negan’s thumb roughly circled your clit once more, intensifying the electricity that shot through your body. you spasmed around his cock and your back gently curved, hips meeting his thrusts.

he didn’t last longer than you did, barely pulling out in time to cum on the insides of your thighs and lower stomach. his chest heaved as he came back down. neither of you moved, except for your palm as it slid down to the tattoo on the right side of his chest, the tips of your fingers brushing over the navy ink.

“next time you’re in town, get some condoms.”

the first half was better imo BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY negan lovers pls follow me ♥️ —rin

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Since wanderer can fly then could I please get wanderer with the reader who’s scared of height?

Wanderer x fem! reader. SFW. Fluff. Soft Wanderer.

a/n: Hello, everyone. Forgive my slowness in answering requests. I haven't felt well the last few days.

Evening walks with Wanderer were such a common occurrence that it was pretty much routine at this point.

"I can find another way around," You said, your hands shaking when you saw the big mountain standing in your path.

Wanderer was a very practical man. Why go around when you can simply go up? He scoffed, which made you roll your eyes. You wanted to speak before he could prepare a biting comment for you.

You opened your mouth.

Naturally, Wanderer got in the comment. "Don't you trust me?" He asked, feeling a pang of guilt when he saw the hurt flash through your eyes.

Maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"That's not the issue. I mean it, no heights," You said firmly. Your tone implied that you were putting your foot down on this one.

Wanderer sighed in a way that sounded defeated to you.

Or so you thought.

Your scream of surprise seemed to echo throughout Sumeru. Wanderer pushed forward on the air, and dashed forward, scooping you up bridal style in his arms as he took off in the air.

You felt your stomach drop. Your heart started to pound. Shaking, you put your arms around Wanderer, clinging to him as you squeezed your eyes shut in fright.

You felt Wanderer's hand on your head, resting your head against his chest, his hand stroking down your hair soothingly. It was an action that said don't worry, I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

Wanderer selfishly hoped you would stay scared for a few seconds more. He enjoyed feeling the way you clung onto him.

It made him feel loved.

Depended on.

Wanted.

"Open your eyes now," Wanderer said once he'd come to stop, hovering in the sky above the top of the cliff. "Don't look down, look up."

You trembled a little, making Wanderer stroke your hair soothingly again. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, being greeted with an up close, almost personal view of the stars Wanderer called fake twinkling in sky.

"Your precious stars don't look as fake from this angle, do they?" Wanderer asked, feeling the simulated breath being stolen from him when he saw your expression melt from one of fear to one of wonder.

"Wanderer.." You breathed, taking Wanderer by surprise when you took one of your arms from around him to stretch your hand out, like you were trying to touch the stars.

How childish.

"They certainly don't. Thanks to you, I'll bet if I did this long enough, I really could touch a star," You closed your hand around a star like you were catching it in your hands.

Now it was Wanderer's turn to feel panicked. Taking your hand, he was quick to put your arm back around him. Pushing off on the air again, he enjoyed the way you clung to him as he disappeared into the treeline.

He'd accomplished his goal.

You felt a little less of heights that day.

While you felt less afraid, Wanderer hated admitting to himself that he'd actually felt afraid. He had to get you out of the sky, and back on the ground as soon as possible.

Celestia, the Gods, the "stars", they were so greedy.

If they saw something precious like you beckoning to them, they would steal you away in an instant.

Steal you away from him.

And he couldn't have that, no matter what.

#genshin impact #fem!reader #genshin imagines #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #genshin fluff

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stevesbestgirl · 10 months

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Phases of the Moon - Part 4

Steven Grant x f!Reader, eventual Marc Spector x f!Reader

4880 words

Warnings: mutual pining, idiots in love, chances of a few swears, reader is still oblivious in the beginning and as always, painfully American, reader has a few moments of insecurity

A/N: Not a warning, but honestly, this is disgusting. Like it’s so cute it should be illegal. And I’m not sorry. Steven Grant being an absolute sweetheart means that it’s all fair game. Posting the first date in two parts at the same time because it’s ridiculously long.

As always, keep in mind that I am not a system and am not an expert. All of my information about their relationship comes from the Moon Knight show and I use that as my reference point.

*Bold type is spoken by Marc when Steven is fronting.*

Masterlist

“Steven?” You were surprised to see he was calling you. You hadn’t made plans with him for Saturday, had you?

“Could you come to the museum today?” Steven skipped the greetings, his words blending together in his haste to get them out.

You chuckled, “I suppose I could. Are we touring more today?”

“Not today. But if it’s alright, I’d sort of like it to be a surprise.”

Your brows pinched; what was he up to now? “Alright then. It’s not more of those awful candies from the gift shop, is it?” You’d dared Steven to try one after he’d complained about their lack of relevance to Egypt, arguing that they were still a good product if they tasted good. They were not a good product, as it turned out and you’d both found out the hard way.

He laughed, the sound making your heart skip, even over the phone, “No, it’s a good surprise. At least I think it is.”

Now curiosity was gnawing at you a bit, “What time then?”

“When can you arrive?”

“Maybe a half hour, depending on if the bus is running on time.”

“Let’s say twelve then- don’t want you rushin’ around.” His words didn’t quite match his eager tone.

“Right, guess I’ll see you in a bit then.”

You really weren’t sure what to make of any of this; it was outside your routine with Steven- outside the carefully laid boundaries you’d set for yourself. But you still hung up and got dressed, said goodbye to Dalton, and headed out to wait for the bus.

Meanwhile, Steven was fiddling with his collar in the mirror, “I don’t know why I have to try the tie every time- I know it doesn’t work.”

“You’re a mystery, Steven,” Marc quipped. He liked seeing Steven all whipped up like this. “Maybe you should try the jacket again.”

Steven stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment, “Don’t be putting ideas into my head, I’m all mixed up as it is.” He glanced at his phone on the bedside table, “D’you think she sounded excited?”

“About the gift shop candies? No.”

“Marc-”

“Fine. But isn’t it a little hard to be excited about something you don’t know about?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steven admitted, his excitement quickly morphing into nervousness.

“She sounded happy to hear from you, Steven. Don’t overthink it. Just listen to your gut. And me.”

“Right. Gotta listen to my gut.”

“And me.”

Steven hesitated, “Sure.”

At five to twelve, you stepped off the bus and crossed the street to the museum. You’d thought you would see Steven out front, but there were only a few stray patrons on their way into the museum. Making your way up the steps, you paused in the entrance, spotting Donna at the information desk.

Skirting around the edge of the room, you made a beeline for the gift shop, but you heard Donna’s voice call out, “Oi, you!” You kept walking, hoping she wasn’t talking to you, but then her footsteps approached, “Hang on a second, would you?” How was it possible for someone to be so disagreeable so consistently?

You looked now and she was indeed speaking to you and, as always, she looked rather cross, “Sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“Are you out of your mind, bringing food into a museum?” Your expression must have betrayed you because she looked a bit smug, “That’s right, JB told me about last night. He also told me that our boy Stevie got all riled up when he shooed you out.” She smirked at that, as though the idea of Steven upset was somehow satisfying.

“Actually-”

“I haven’t got time to hear your reasons, alright? I know you and Stevie had a date scheduled for yesterday or whatever, but just because your boyfriend works here doesn’t mean you can do whatever you please.”

“Steven and I are-”

She cut you off again, “I won’t ban you this time because I suspect he might just quit if I did and I need someone to cover the shop next week, but don’t press your luck, you understand?”

You’d given up on replying, so you just nodded, absently wondering if Steven had called it a date or if Donna was paraphrasing. Donna cocked an eyebrow, “You mute or something? I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

“Right. Then trot on- he’s in the gift shop.” She shook her head, “In on his day off again-” the rest of her musing was unintelligible as you parted ways.

Donna was right about one thing; Steven was in the gift shop, fiddling with his unruly curls in the mirror behind the counter while the staff member manning the counter tried awkwardly to avoid meeting his gaze. You watched him for a second, a small smile at the corners of your mouth.

He looked a bit more put together today, if only a bit. His shirt was plain, not one of the patterned ones he normally seemed to favor. His jacket didn’t seem quite as wrinkled as usual either, almost like he’d made a vain attempt at ironing it.

“Got a big date tonight, Steven?” It was a stupid thing to say; what would you do if he said yes? But he was too cute not to tease, fussing over his hair as if he would ever cooperate with him.

He gave a start, whipping around and burying his hands deep in his pockets to hide the evidence. He shuffled over to you, hands still buried, and the awkward gait almost made you laugh aloud; he was definitely nervous about something.

Steven tried to smile, but it almost looked painful, “I was, ah- actually sort of hoping that might be the case.”

Your eyebrows pinched together, “You were…hoping you’d have a date?” He was biting his lip, his hands still buried in his pockets; that one stray curl was slowly being pulled back into its usual spot by gravity, determined to spite his efforts at styling it.

And then you got it, just as Steven spoke again, “Would you wanna- you know, go on a date with me today?” Your lips parted in surprise; you’d resigned yourself to never hearing those words. Your moment of shock was enough time for Steven to lose a bit of his nerve, “It’s alright if not, apologies if I’m out of line-”

“I’d love to.”

He didn’t seem to notice your response, “I’d be devastated if you and I weren’t friends anymore, so I understand-”

“Steven,” you said, more firmly this time. “I’d love to go out with you.”

There was another pause as your words sunk in, “You would? You’re not just having a laugh? Because I’ll be crushed if you are, honestly-”

A laugh bubbled out of you and you reached for him, hesitating a bit, “Is it alright if I-”

He nodded rapidly, “Y-yeah, course.”

You wrapped your arms around his middle in a hug, tucking your head into his shoulder. He did seem surprised at first, his arms rising to make room for you and then hovering for a few moments before he gently rested them on your back.

You breathed deeply, that distinctly “Steven” scent washing over you. “I thought I was just pining like an idiot,” you admitted, your words muffled.

Steven felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a hug- a real hug. And it was you. Your head was tucked against his shoulder, your breath on his neck. Realizing he’d been holding his own breath, he forced himself to exhale and then inhale. It took a couple of repetitions to find a rhythm again. He could smell something sweet; he wasn’t sure if it was perfume or just soap, but he thought it might be making him dizzy. Or maybe that was just you.

He knew he was too stiff- unused to the sensation of that much physical contact, but god, he didn’t want you to go. He wanted to hold you like this for as long as you’d let him. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure what you’d been asking for, but he would’ve agreed to just about anything you’d asked.

And you’d been pining for him? He’d been a bit pleased with himself for deducing that you’d liked him, but it was entirely different to hear you say it out loud.

His heart ached when you pulled away, unwinding your arms from around his back, but then you smiled and he didn’t mind as much.

You couldn’t have put the relief you felt into words if you’d tried. You glanced around the gift shop; the clerk was still pointedly looking anywhere but at you two and you felt a bit guilty. Grabbing Steven’s hand, you pulled him into the next room, “Not that I mind, but why didn’t you just ask me out when you called?”

Steven looked a bit affronted at the question, “Well you don’t ask someone on a date over the phone, do you?”

You smiled at his conviction, “Of course not. The only proper place to ask a girl out is in a museum.”

“Well, it’s not the only place-” he paused, “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Only a little.”

That warm glow swept up his cheeks, “I should have asked you when we were here last week, except I botched it. So I thought that maybe if I did it here for real, I could- you know- do it over.” He followed up quickly, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I’ve wanted to take you on a date since the first day I saw you, but I didn’t want to rush it, you know? And I’m sure it seemed like that was what I was asking, but it never even occurred to me since I wanted to take you on a proper date, ‘cause that’s what you deserve.”

Steven was rambling; you probably should have stopped him, but instead, you listened to him speak, a faint smile on your face. He was, without a doubt, the sweetest man you’d ever met.

He stopped, noticing the way you were watching him, “And here I’m going on and on and you can’t get a word in edgewise- that’s fantastic, Steven.” He bopped himself on the temple with his palm in a show of penance before you had the chance to speak.

“I like listening to you talk.”

“I think you’d be the first,” he chuckled, suddenly self-conscious.

“I’m quite happy to be,” you assured him. “Shall we get started then?”

Steven nodded, “Right, yeah- I thought we could get some lunch. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? I should I have said something on the phone, but I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes-”

You were smiling again, “Lunch sounds good, Steven.”

“Great. After you then?”

He gestured grandly, making you laugh, and following you out into the lobby. You could see Donna muttering something to JB at security as you and Steven left the museum together.

He began walking down the sidewalk and you followed his lead, “So was yesterday supposed to be a date then? Donna seemed to think so.” You couldn’t help teasing a bit more; you were feeling giddy.

“I meant to ask you to dinner after the tour.” He looked a bit chagrined, “I thought dinner might be a bit more romantic.”

You felt the corner of your mouth twitch upward, “We could have done dinner today, if you’d have preferred.”

The rosy glow returned to his cheeks, “Well I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure I could wait all day to call you.”

You leaned in, your shoulder brushing his, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“When did you talk to Donna?”

“She caught me on my way in- scolded me a bit about the pizza. Said she wouldn’t ban me this time only because she didn’t want you to quit.” He looked a bit distressed until you gave him a reassuring smile. Your hand brushed the back of his. You were walking close on purpose, hoping he might take the lead, but he’d been taking things slow, so you didn’t want to rush him.

He chuckled in disbelief, “She said she didn’t want me to quit?”

“Well, she said she needed you to work the desk next week.”

“Now that sounds more like Donna,” he grimaced. Though he quickly brightened, “Ah, here we are.” He stopped outside a little cafe; it was rather cute, with little, iron-wrought tables out front under the awning. He peered into the front window, looking like he’d suddenly remembered his nerves.

“Have you been here before?”

“Just once. I thought it was quite nice, so I made sure to remember it in case- well, in case I ever had someone to bring.”

“It looks cute. Shall we get a table?”

He nodded, rushing to get the door for you, smiling at your flustered thank you. The woman manning the counter smiled, “Will it be two then?”

Steven’s head bobbed rapidly, “Yes, two. Just us- on a date, you know.” He cleared his throat and you glanced at him, trying not to smile. He grimaced, “Sorry. Bit nervous.”

The server smiled, “That’s lovely. Pick a table wherever you like and I’ll be over for your drinks in just a few moments.”

“What do you think? Outside?” you prompted, trying to save Steven the anxiety of deciding where to sit.

“Sure- I mean, yes, that sounds quite nice.”

You led the way back out, opening the door for him, which sent him tumbling into a spout of flustered thanks intermingled with halfhearted protests. As if to compensate, he pulled your chair out for you before taking his own seat across from you, looking like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands.

You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, “You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just like all the times we chatted at the museum. You were never nervous then.”

He smiled weakly in return, “Hard to be nervous when you’re spoutin’ off facts about ancient Egypt, innit?”

“I’m just as interested in what you have to say now as I was then. Arguably, I never cared so much about Egypt as I do when you tell me about it,” you admitted.

“I suppose that explains why your pronunciations could use some work.”

You opened your mouth, gasping in mock offense, “You said I was getting better!”

Steven panicked, “Oh god, I was only trying to tease you, they aren’t really that bad-” He cut off when you smiled, catching on to the joke again.

You laughed, “I’m sorry I keep teasing you, Steven. It’s sweet how you get so flustered.”

He chuckled weakly, “Maybe that’s why Donna is always so cross with me.”

He was joking, so he was surprised to see your expression harden, “I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but why do you stay at the museum when she’s so awful to you? I know you love Egypt, but I’m sure there’s lots of other jobs that could use someone as smart as you.” You spoke with conviction, but your gaze kept pulling to where his hand rested on the table.

He glanced down at his shoes, “Well, I would really like to become a guide someday. You’re givin' me too much credit anyway.”

“I’m definitely not giving you too much credit, Steven,” you insisted. “You know so much about Egypt; you’re probably overqualified to be a guide. Donna is wasting your potential. And even if she won’t make you a guide, she should treat you better.”

He shrugged, “It’s not so bad. I like spending time at the museum. Plus, I’m lucky to have got my job back after I got binned.”

“They fired you?” you asked incredulously.

Steven rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I deserved it though. Bunked off for a couple of days without calling.”

You looked puzzled; you couldn’t imagine anything making Steven jeopardize his job, “Like a mental health thing?”

He offered a weak smile, “Something like that.”

You weren’t planning to press; you knew how that could go, but the silence was saved by the arrival of the server, offering you the lunch menus and taking your drink orders. Steven ordered a white tea and while you were tempted just to get the same as him, you were afraid you might not like it; you didn’t have much experience with tea. You ordered a chai tea, the only kind you really recognized on the menu.

You wanted to mention the fact that you were on a leave of absence from your own job- maybe it would make him feel better. But talking about that was a direct line to why you’d come here in the first place and that wasn’t exactly a first date topic.

So instead you tipped your head, “I suppose as long as you’re happy there. I’ll try to hold my tongue with Donna, if only for your sake.”

“Sorry love, I’m afraid she’ll probably have it out for you if you’re associated with me.” He looked genuinely apologetic, like you may have wanted the opportunity to be friends with his witch of a boss.

“You think? Maybe if I tell her we’ve had an awful time, she’ll forgive me and I can get back on her good side.”

He gave a hesitant chuckle, like he couldn’t tell if you were joking, “If you insult me enough, I’m sure you could.” He paused a moment, “You’re not, are you? Having an awful time, I mean.”

“I’m actually having quite a lovely time with you, Steven,” you slid your hand across the table, brushing the edge of his fingers with yours.

“There we are, two teas: a chai and a white.” Steven quickly moved his arm out of the way as the server returned with the drinks. You did the same, busying yourself toying with the menu. “Do you both know what you’ll have?”

You placed your orders and the server disappeared again, taking the menus with her. You gave your tea a cautionary, cooling blow before taking a sip. Steven watched you curiously, making you a bit self-conscious, “What? Am I drinking my tea like an American?”

He grinned guiltily, “A bit, yeah, actually.”

You raised an eyebrow, “How is that then?” You rested your chin in your palm, waiting for his answer.

“You sipped it like you were afraid of it,” he chuckled, drinking his own, the correct way, you presumed.

You let your hand fall to the table with indignation, “I haven’t had much tea up until now. Apologies if I’m not a natural tea drinker.” You rolled your eyes, hoping he was catching on to when you were joking.

He moved quickly, like he was afraid to lose his nerve, resting his hand on top of yours on the table, “I think it’s quite cute, actually.” He tipped his head to your cup, resolutely not looking at your hands on the table, as though you’d believe he was feeling nonchalant, “How d’you like it then?”

You bit your lip to suppress a smile, flicking your gaze to his, “Not bad. I could be a tea girl.”

Once it became clear that you weren’t going to pull away from his touch, he curled his fingers around yours. His palms were surprisingly rough. He swallowed a bit thickly, “I could make some different kinds for you to try sometime, if you wanted.”

“I’d like that.”

His thumb brushed gently over the back of your hand, the movement slow and deliberate, “D’you wanna try a bit of mine?”

You gave him a small smirk, “Drinking from the same cup? That’s a bit like indirect kissing, isn’t it Steven?”

His eyes went wide, “I didn’t mean anything untoward. You’re right, that was a bit silly-”

Your laugh broke his train of thought and he faltered, “I’d love to try it, Steven.” You held out your free hand toward the cup, “Unless you mind, of course.”

He shook his head, “No- no, course not.”

You paused before taking a sip, “D’you want to try mine? Fair’s fair.”

He looked surprised at your offer, but he nodded, reaching for your cup, his hand looking a bit shaky. You raised his cup in a small toast, smiling at him before taking a sip.

“Pretty good,” you admitted, returning his cup to its saucer in front of him. “And you?”

He nodded again, “Good.” He liked the faint spice of a chai tea, but he couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that your lips probably had that same spice lingering on them right now. But he was getting ahead of himself. He was already pleased just to be holding your hand. Just brushing his thumb over your soft skin made his heart race.

So when the server came over with the food, he almost wished it had taken longer because he wasn’t ready yet. He thought he might have to manually unwind his fingers from your hand because he really didn’t want to let go, but when the moment came, he released you, not realizing that his emotions were transparently displayed on his face.

You thanked the server and waited until she departed to smile at Steven, “You’ll get to hold my hand again, Steven.”

He gave a weak chuckle, “Am I that obvious then?”

“A little. But I think it’s very sweet.”

He still looked a bit nervous before blurting out, “Sorry. I’m a bit new at this sort of thing.” His expression changed instantly to one of regret; like he’d had an agreement not to disclose that particular tidbit and failed to keep his word.

You had questions; how new did he mean exactly? But it was obvious that he was embarrassed by it, so rather than ask your questions, you sampled a fry from your plate, “That’s alright- no shame there. I’d rather you be a bit new than some tosser who thinks he knows everything.” You laughed at the new word, “Did I use that right? I’m still learning the slang here.”

He nodded, “Yeah, that’s how you use it.” He took a moment, appearing to rouse himself, “But you’ve gotta sort of throw it away- like you don’t care. It’s not a word you use quite so deliberately; it’s more like they’re an afterthought, yeah?” He seemed to remember his own food, suddenly realizing he could eat.

You nodded, pleased to see him relax a bit again, “Right, I’ll remember that. I’ve started picking up a few things from my cousin and his wife, so if I misuse something, you’ll need to let me know, alright? I’m counting on you to keep me from sounding like an idiot.”

“Well, I might not be the best for that job- I’m fairly certain I sound like a knob all the time.”

“You do not!” You rolled your eyes, “Just because Donna and JB don’t appreciate you doesn’t mean you’re- what was it, a knob?”

His face flushed; he wondered if he should have chosen his words more carefully- not very romantic for a first date, “Yeah that was it.”

“What’s that one mean then?” He almost choked on his food and you followed hastily, “Oh god, I was only teasing you, Steven. I know what it means. I’m so sorry.”

But he wasn’t annoyed at your ill-timed joke, he only cleared his throat, muttering, “Oh, thank the gods.”

You made a little sound of excitement, “Oh! Speaking of the gods, we’re still going to finish our tour, right?”

Steven cocked his head, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, you said the museum tour wasn’t your idea of a date, but I would quite like to finish it. I might’ve been more interested in learning about you than the museum the first few times I came back, but now I’m a bit invested. In both, actually.”

Steven gazed at you, his eyes soft, “You came back because you were interested in me?”

“Well, the first time I came in, I really meant to just walk the museum that day. But I was a bit embarrassed after making a fool of myself-”

“You got knocked over, that’s nothing to be embarrassed of,” Steven interjected.

You raised an eyebrow, “So if someone knocked you down in front of a pretty girl, you wouldn’t be embarrassed at all?”

“Well of course I would, but I’m no pretty girl, am I?” he gave a nervous chuckle.

“Steven, you are very handsome, first of all. And second of all, you were so sweet to me that day that I was absolutely mortified. So I bailed and decided to come back and hope I would run into you again.” You sipped your tea to cover your embarrassment.

Steven couldn’t seem to formulate a response, but you took that as a positive sign, considering he had a dopey half-smile on his face. You wondered how far and few between compliments were for him to react this way; he seemed so stunned by your interest in him.

“At risk of sounding forward, I’d like to go out with you again, but I don’t want to give up the tour. So maybe you can make an exception for me and we can plan a date to finish the tour so I can stop wasting your breaks.”

That appeared to break him from his stupor, “You haven’t wasted anything- spending time with you is the best way I can think of to use my break time- or any time, really.”

You smiled, “I do like visiting you. But if I keep making you go over on your break, I might end up banned from the museum.”

“Maybe I would quit then,” he offered.

You pointed a fry at him, “I wouldn’t let you. We can follow the rules so no one gets banned or fired.”

“You know, if you’re feeling up to it, we could go back to the museum today,” he suggested, hesitating a moment before clarifying, “If you want to, of course.”

You nodded, “I’d like that.”

He held your gaze seriously, “You’ll still come to visit me on my break even once we’ve finished the tour, yeah?”

You laughed, his intensity making you self-conscious, “Of course I will.”

“Then we’ve got a deal.” He beamed, making your heart skip. You’d been on one date with the man and you were already good and smitten. Steven raised his hand to signal the server that you were ready for the bill and you reached for your wallet. “Come on now, put that away,” he insisted. “Call me old-fashioned, but it’s on me.”

“Steven-”

“I asked you here today, it’s only right that I should pay.” As the server approached with the bill, he hastily placed a few notes into her hand before she could even drop the slip on the table, “Keep the change, love.” Hearing him call the server “love” made a tiny spark of jealousy erupt in the pit of your stomach.

But he sprang out of his seat, rushing around the table to help you push back your chair and offering you a hand up. As you stood, he not-so-subtly slipped his hand into yours. You smirked at him, “Smooth.”

He dropped your hand, “Oh god, sorry, is it a bit much?”

You laughed, chasing his hand with yours, “Wait, come back!” Steven thought his heart might stop as you laced your fingers through his. “You don’t have to be so nervous, you know. I like you a lot, Steven.” You wrinkled your nose, “That is a bit much for a first date, huh?”

He shook his head, “No- yeah- I like you quite a bit.” God, you made him want to relax, but every time he did he grew too bold. He wanted to treat you with respect. And god forbid he do something to offend, making you come to your senses and tell him to get lost.

You half smiled, “I don’t think ‘quite a bit’ is very much compared to ‘a lot,’ you know. Should I be offended?” You made no move to remove your hand from his, so he was pretty sure you were teasing.

“No offense intended. I like you a great deal. And I think you’re quite lovely, I might add.”

You looked away, your lips betraying you with a smile, “Normally I wouldn’t believe such a nice comment, but if you spend all your time with Donna and JB, I’m sure even I seem lovely in comparison.”

Steven spoke before he could talk himself out of it, “You’d seem stunning next to a rose, love.”

Despite all of your effort to brush off your embarrassment, your face burned, “Bit prickly though, aren’t they?"

“Some things are worth gettin’ stuck on, yeah?” He brushed his thumb over your knuckle where your fingers were intertwined.

You were entirely speechless. He was so earnest that you couldn’t even be annoyed about how cliche that was because he seemed to really mean it. You gave his hand a little squeeze in lieu of a response; nothing you could come up with was the right way to reply to something like that.

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sapphire-weapon · 9 months

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Alright. It's time. It's time we talk about the dining hall dialogue.

But before we do that, we first need to talk about the "running from creeps" dialogue, because they're connected.

Leon: You did well back there. (coyly) Seems this isn't your first time running from creeps. Ashley: (genuinely confused and hesitant) ... I can't tell if that's meant to be a compliment. Leon: ...

I've seen a lot of people utterly baffled by Leon's line of dialogue here -- even moreso than Ashley herself is. If you're one of those people who was stumped by this and you don't know what it was supposed to mean, let me explain:

Leon's line of dialogue here is a joke told by the developers/writers to the audience. The punchline is: "Leon is really bad at talking to women."

It was meant to be a compliment, but it didn't come out that way. He was trying to hit on her; you can tell from the deep-voiced, coy tone that Nick used to deliver the line. But it failed spectacularly -- so much so that, when Ashley tells him that she has no idea what he's trying to say, he just shuts up and doesn't bother to explain himself.

But if you tease it out a little bit more, you'll be able to see it more clearly.

"Seems this isn't your first time running from creeps" -- the implication there is that Ashley has caught the eye of creeps before -- particularly creepy men. The implication from that is that she's had a lot of creepy men hitting on her. The implication from that is that there's something about her that would attract that kind of attention in the first place.

What Leon was going for was: "I was impressed by how well you were able to avoid being seen by the enemy. But I guess it makes sense, since you've probably had to sneak away from creeps hitting on you a lot, considering how fucking hot you are."

But that's not what came out of his mouth. He tried to go for a more subtle approach, and he botched it completely -- and there was no way for him to explain himself when Ashley failed to catch his meaning, because any explanation he could possibly give would come off as vulgar and... well. Creepy. So he just shut his mouth and said nothing more.

The intention from the writers was for us to feel either a sense of second-hand embarrassment or of schadenfreude towards Leon in this moment, depending on what kind of personality you are, because wow. Wow. That was a terrible attempt at being charming, and now he looks like a total chud.

So now, let's come back to the dining hall dialogue.

Ashley: So, uh, you do a lot of missions like this? Leon: Well, yeah. But I'm not used to having such good company. Ashley: (breathless with excitement) ... Is that a... compliment? Leon: (lets out a self-satisfied "heh") Take it however you want.

Taken on its own and in a vacuum, you might be able to make the argument that he's just being nice -- that he enjoys her company because she's pleasant to be around, and it goes no further.

Even then, I'd probably say that that's ridiculous, because for him to just come out of nowhere with a line like that is not consistent with any version of Leon to have ever existed in any title -- excepting, of course, in instances where he's trying to get laid. (Chris is the only blockhead in the RE universe to hand out compliments like this and genuinely mean nothing by it and then not get it when people think he's hitting on them, but that's an entirely different point to be made.)

But for the sake of argument, let's just say that this is a normal thing for him to have said.

The thing is, this dialogue does not exist in a vacuum. It is a direct callback to the "running from creeps" exchange -- and we know that it's an intentional and direct callback due to Ashley's reaction and the re-use of the word "compliment" asked as a question.

This is Leon's moment of redemption.

This time, it's not that Ashley genuinely can't tell whether it's a compliment or not. Of course she can tell it's a compliment. Leon just told her explicitly that he enjoys having her around more than he enjoys most other people. She's not stupid.

What she's questioning this time is whether it's a compliment or if it's a... compliment.

She's asking the same question in her head that's being debated in fandom: Is he hitting on her, or is he just being nice? And the very thought that he could be hitting on her makes her breathless with excitement.

And Leon is also not stupid. (OG RE4 Leon's dialogue aside, I mean. THIS IS NO RITUAL IT'S TERRORISM) And he also knows that Ashley's not stupid. He knows exactly what she's asking him.

And instead of shutting it down or making sure she doesn't get the "wrong idea," he lets out a self-satisfied little "heh" (just so that the writers can convey to the audience that he's feeling smug, because it's in-game dialogue and they can't show Leon smirking outwardly) and responds with the sexually-charged tease of "Take it however you want." (Ashley should've responded back to him with "Give it to me, then." That's how pornos start.)

Because she doesn't have the wrong idea. She's not jumping to conclusions. She took it exactly how he meant it -- but he can't say that openly due to their current circumstances. So he leaves it as more of a "Well, I'm not not saying that."

And in order to reinforce the romantic/sexual nature of this exchange, the writers put in a lot of meta symbolism and imagery surrounding it, as well.

This happens specifically and only in the dining hall. Well, what's special about the dining hall?

I mean, I shouldn't have to explain that the scenery of a candlelit dinner is romantic -- but that's not all there is.

It's a completely red room, with red walls and red rugs over red carpeting. It is the only room not just in the castle -- but the entire game -- that looks like that. Red, of course, is the color of romance and passion. In some cases, psychologists have actually found it to cause people's heart rates to rise as an unconscious response.

It's also the room where you get the snake part of the chimera.

Going all the way back to biblical times, snakes have been a symbol of temptation and lust. In some cultures, they were even associated with fertility.

But wait -- there's more.

The puzzle that leads you to getting the snake involves literally filling the seats of and taking the roles of a king and queen.

Ashley has already been referred to as a "princess" and Leon as her "gallant knight" -- and yet, in the armor room (where you get the lion), Leon rejects the offer of filling the role of the knight when Ashley suggests he puts the armor on. But here? In the dining hall? He is the king to her queen. They're bonded together as equally important parts of the same puzzle via a fantasy marriage.

But we're not done yet.

What should I find waiting in this room just beside the entrance? Why, it's our old friend the bridal bouquet.

We've seen this before, haven't we? It was prominently featured in another scene that was very heavily romance-coded with its lighting, cinematography, imagery, and symbolism.

And one more thing. This one I found really interesting.

When Leon is on his "throne" what's sitting in his direct line of sight is a taxidermy eagle (and, of course, Ashley is "baby eagle"). And not only that, but there's also a bust of what appears to be William Shakespeare on display.

When Ashley is seated on her "throne" she also has a bust of Shakespeare across from her.

And what's significant about Shakespeare isn't just that, well. He's Shakespeare.

It's the fact that this puzzle leads directly into a scene that was shot deliberately to mimic/mirror the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet. (standard, Romantic, fairy tale)

This exchange isn't the only time Leon hits on/flirts with Ashley in RE4make -- but it is the boldest he ever gets about it, and the developers seemed to really, really want to make it as crystal clear as possible that that's what he's doing.

Consider this: This entire sequence was completely different in OG. The puzzle was different. The context of the puzzle was about the journey through life and the inevitability of our own mortality. Ashley wasn't even present for it. The cage that Leon gets caught in has absolutely no deeper symbolic meaning... and then a garrador pops out.

This was completely restructured from the ground up, for a very deliberate purpose.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If Ashley had handed Leon a condom and given him the green light to use it, he would've fucked her right there on the dining room table.

Because, in the context of RE4make, eagleone is canon.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #eagleone #meta analysis

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indigosabyss · 4 months

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Part 2 of my DCST Time Travel Snippets

"Lemme get this straight. To stop this impending doom, you want us to build a spaceship that will take a small crew just past the Moon. Where they will then negotiate with parasitic alien robots and convince them that humanity is stupid and not worth being frozen into stone." Markus, one of the oldest scientists at NASA, surmised. He sounded incredibly tired.

Everything the people from the future told them was tiring.

"Pretty much." Dr Xeno from the future said, "It's a big ask, I realize. And a lot of lives depend on it."

"Who would we trust with such a mission, though?" Another NASA scientist asked, "There's a lot of factors to take into account. Personality, and training, and there's not enough time to conduct proper astronaut qualification exams for the wider public."

"Good point." Dr Xeno allowed.

"Ah, how about you get your version of the Five Wise Generals to go?" Brody, the future's top mechanic laughed, "They'll all be little babies now, so we'll knock off a couple hundred kilograms from the weight limit."

"I don't think we can have infants piloting a rocket and saving humanity." One of their current day scientists sighed. It was weird to think that a group of people called the Five Wise Generals were currently babies.

"No, no, you misunderstand. They should be fifteen at the youngest. Twenty four at the oldest." Xeno clarified, "And one of them won't exist until thirty seven hundred years, so right now, it's more like the Four Wise Generals. But I agree with Dr. Brody, except for my Stan, there's no one I'd recommend more. Byakuya Ishigami's an option, but I also don't trust him enough to not launch into a passionate speech about all the good humanity has done."

Byakuya Ishigami. He was a newbie astronaut, just inducted into the program. Normally, such love for humankind was admirable but...

"Brief us on these Generals." He decided. Just to have that option.

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First was Senku Ishigami, the man who had made the first phonecall to the past. The son of Byakuya Ishigami. So far, they had avoided looking up the kid in the modern world.

Currently, he was fifteen years old, and a high school student. With a criminal record of setting off bombs in public parks.

"Oh, yeah. He likes making rockets." Xeno from current day confirmed blandly, "I had no idea he was setting them off in parks."

He was definitely lying.

"But you'll let me go to space without me having to build my own rocket, right?" A high-pitched voice asked. A boy with the wildest hair was suddenly standing in the control room.

"How'd you get in here?!"

"Xeno and my dad kept me updated on the situation here." He picked at his ear, "I couldn't care a millimeter less about the situation here now that we've figured out the secret behind the stone swallows. I just want to go to space. As soon as possible."

He vibrated slightly as he spoke, clearly excited, but hiding it well.

---

Second on the list, Asagiri Gen.

Nineteen years old, and a... moderately famous stage magician.

"Doesn't look like he has the muscle for a space trip."

"What good's a mentalist? We can drill anyone into saying things."

And so, Asagiri Gen was overlooked.

Somewhere in the world, a magician with two-toned hair was very offended.

---

Next was Ryusui Nanami, one of the Nanami Conglomerate's CEO's brood. A bit of a disgraced one, because of a dramatic love affair, but given the same allowance that any of the others got.

At 20 years of age, he had the biggest and most diverse collection of sailboats in the world. The kid was a dedicated adventurer, with all the health that came from it.

They could use that.

"Ryusui Nanami." An escort of suited officials approached him on a beach.

He looked up over the frame of his sunglasses, taking them in. He grinned, "Aw, man, they're really going to assassinate me this time, huh?"

"No, we're from NASA. How would you like to visit the final frontier?"

He snapped his fingers, laughing, "Name your price!"

-----

And lastly...

"Saionji Ukyo, you've been transferred last minute."

"Eh???" He looked at his CO in confusion.

"It's a matter of international security."

Did they think he'd overheard something? Oh God, he'd known his crazy hearing would get him killed one day.

"You'll be working with an American strike team. Full debriefing back at the base. For now, prepare yourself to meet Commander Stanley Snyder."

What was going on???

[put together an avengers intiative recruitment scene lol. i love gen i swear, they just dont understand him yettt TTATT]

#dr stone #dcst #dcst fanfic #ishigami senku #xeno houston wingfield #stanley snyder #saionji ukyo #nanami ryusui #five wise generals #ibis ficlets #call back a warning au

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hiya! I really appreciate a lot of your takes on D&D and DMing, and was wondering if you have tips or advice for the more improvisational/spur-of-the-moment aspects of being a DM? I'm interested in DMing a campaign but I'm worried about being able to respond to players' whack-ass choices on the fly in a way that's organic and non-railroad-y -- it feels as though the best DMs I've had are able to "improv" on the spot and come up with imagery or encounters or things for players to do if/when needed, and I'm not quite sure if I'm cut out for that, if that makes sense 😅 thanks for any advice!

spur of the moment / improv is something that was really hard for me to learn and to be honest i still don't think it's one of my strengths. i have a few tips and suggestions but i also just want to say, there is no real thing of "rail-roading" unless your players are unhappy, if you tell people "hey i actually don't have something prepped for that" above table there's a good chance they'll go "oh sorry" and you can nudge them in the direction you DO have preparation for so they have a story to engage with. i think above table conversation is just important as in game signposting as a dm

that being said here are a few tips that i think could help what you're getting at:

i don't prep a session or a linear plot, i prep an area. i've made a post here about what it looks like on a Storytelling level but this is sort of what it looks like in my notes:

specifically i learned that writing descriptions IS important for me but it's also important to be able to improv them and not work entirely off of a script, which is why you can see my descriptions is a blend of descriptive writing and then also actual lore.

i also have done this in the past and will probably bring it back for longer projects where i create a little box that has sensory descriptions that fit the setting and tone that i can refer back to

let your players describe their characters actions and spellcasting, especially in combat. you can encourage this by asking "what does x look like?" it's really exciting as a player to get to take that into your own hands and it is also one less thing to worry about while running combat.

throw out everything you think you should do. your favorite actual play dm's style? who cares, your cool dm's style? throw that one out too. you can take as much advice from people, can emulate other people's styles, take in as much information as you possibly can, but part of dming is figuring out what works for you. i am still constantly figuring out better ways for my brain to dm and different ways to organize information. i share the way i dm because i think it's WORTH putting out there, not because i think it will work for every single person. but even if there are a few things you see that a dm does that you like, That's Enough to start building your own foundation. don't be too hard on yourself.

if you need a second to prep something in the middle of campaign that you weren't expecting, you can SAY that. in the middle of combat on my halloween oneshot my players wanted to do something that was CERTAINLY not RAW but it was cool enough that i was like "yeah give me a second and i'll figure out how i think a fair way to do this mechanically is. this is going to be high risk high reward and might really fuck up your characters though, you good with that?" and everyone gave me the okay, so in the middle of session i spent about 5-10 minutes coming up with rules for a VERY difficult combined skill check and the tiered consequences that may occur depending on how poorly the party did. you're allowed to take a second to go say "hey i didn't think you'd pick a fight, lemme go get some statblocks. i don't have a map, we're doing this theater of the mind"

i know this was my first bullet point but because i'm talking about it at the end again above table communication is just as if not more important than in game signposting, hoping your players will recognize the hints you're dropping, if you think they're not getting it, just say it out right.

improv is super daunting and its still something i get stuck on occasionally. don't be too hard on yourself and find what works for you. dming is EXTREMELY fun, it is also work, but i think one of the things that makes dming harder than it needs to be is this expectation for perfection. you're a player at the table too and you're managing MORE than the players are. it is okay to have to take a second and to not have a perfect answer for everything.

just like 9/10 dms aren't trying to be malicious when they do something that accidentally upsets a player, 9/10 players aren't trying to be a pain for their dm and you can say 'hey i don't have an answer' or 'can we get to that later'

happy to lend my opinion if you have any questions about dming and i'd also direct you to my dm tag which is my own misadventures in dming and my own posts about dming

#asks #thank u!#dm tag

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TL;DR: My analysis of the quiet tone of the Cherry Magic movie -- the overarching theme of the movie was the development of family between Adachi and Kurosawa.

Well, I’ve turned this space temporarily into a Cherry Magic hovel, a kind of messy sanctuary, really, maybe a cave full of hoarded passing thoughts, rising and cresting emotions, lots of SIIIIGGGHHS, at least two and a half re-watches of the movie, many reblogs, plummeting away my phone battery on consuming more and more gifsets. I regret not being here on Tumblr for the original series, but I feel like I’m more than making up for it by doing all I can to contribute to the dialogue around the movie, which I want to continue doing, meta-style!

Two things have cropped up in my reads of reviews here and on Twitter, one about the tone of the movie, and the other about the pace of growth between Adachi and Kurosawa. I think the first point goes into the second, so here we go:

I’ve seen a lot of comments about how the movie was quieter than the series. I reblogged a quick statement on quiet Japanese BLs earlier this weekend, and I also learned a bit about what the OG CM fandom hoped for with the original series way back when, when there were rumors of a real kiss for the final episode, and how the fandom was slightly let down.

I think there’s an interesting dichotomy between heat and quiet in the kind of Japanese BLs I tend towards. If you read this space, y’all know my top three -- CM, Kinou Nani Tabeta, and Old Fashion Cupcake -- generally trend toward the quiet, with the slight exception of OFC, which turns up the heat in a panicked moment of revelation.

As I thought about this point, I asked myself -- why the draw towards quiet development and/or contemplation?

For me, all three of these dramas, especially KNT, center on family -- actively creating family, dealing with existing family, and/or managing expectations of creating a future family.

If you’re Asian, as I am, the thinking on and managing of family issues is, in my opinion, the dominant issue that you spend the majority of your life dealing with. That’s not to say that in Western lifetimes, less time is spent on family issues. What I mean to say is that family issues, I would argue, take up more of your brain space and your sense of morality and ethical engagement in humanity if you’re an Asian, as opposed to the manifest destiny of the West. When I was right out of college, for instance, and rolling with a majority white hipster crew at that moment, my friends would comment on how I’d visit my family’s house once a month. That was tooooo much for them. And they’d legit tell me -- you care too much about your family, you need to separate yourself from them.

These are surface-scratching statements, and if you’re Asian, I know you’ll immediately guffaw at how ridiculous and impossible it would be to even BEGIN contemplating how to “separate yourself” from your family. It’s taken me a LOT of my old lady years to even come to grips with the fact that I needed to live an independent life away from the expectations of my family. And for hundreds of millions of people in our Asian cultures, those Western notions of “separation” and “independence” simply don’t exist. You can cohabitate, be co-dependent on, be enabled by your family, and that is just fine. Family is the structure that gives meaning to the lives of many Asians, without question.

So to say that the movie tends towards the quiet, I think, possibly bypasses what I think is a major point that the movie is trying to make, both in a cultural arc and in the actual storyline: We are seeing Adachi and Kurosawa making a family together, THEIR family together.

IMHO, the king of family-oriented BLs was KNT. Both Yoshinaga Fumi, the mangaka behind KNT, and Adachi Naoko, KNT’s screenwriter, deliberately gilded the KNT script with the tadaima and okaeri greetings that you hear when someone comes home at the end of the day. That set-up was meant to indicate that Shiro-san and Kenji considered themselves family to each other -- because, you might be saying tadaima to your parents when you’re a child, or your spouse as an adult.

The clues to Adachi’s thinking about family are apparent. There’s the moment where he gives advice to his chief about the chief’s complaining wife. There’s the moment in the office when Rokakku and Fujisaki are talking about their lives, the very moment in their lives where they are single but happy at work and with friends. There’s the moment when Adachi picks up the mail and sees his name and Kurosawa’s name, while coming home.

And of course, the gorgeous moment in the kitchen when Adachi states his desire for a public and permanently committed relationship with Kurosawa.

Adachi is creating his new family in that moment.

I want to tie this together with a comment I read on Twitter about how Adachi’s personal growth matched Kurosawa breaking down his walls of perfection, and how he originally projected his perfectionist nature on their relationship. We remember in the series Kurosawa being ULTRA cute in the office after Adachi’s original confession, saying he was going to create the best first date ever; and then all the practice dates they had; and all the planning that went into the Christmas date.

Those walls began breaking down a little bit in the last episode of the series, and we saw that even more as the movie began, when we realized that they had not, indeed, bonked, as we thought they had, on Christmas Eve. When Adachi’s hunger interrupted their potential love sesh, Kurosawa was like, WEEEEELLLL, through gritted teeth -- I’ll still be patient for Adachi.

That’s life. But as I originally wrote in my first review of the movie, what I didn’t expect to see in the film was that the movie would be utterly dominated by Adachi’s internal growth INTO the relationship, and how that ultimately steadied Kurosawa to be okay to be weak in front of Adachi, and in his own (Kurosawa’s) life. We know this is a HUGE DEAL, a HUUUUGE DEAL for Kurosawa. He mentions it in the essay he writes for Adachi’s family. He states it as a major point of being devoted to Adachi to his (Kurosawa’s) mother. Breaking down his walls is a major life moment for Kurosawa -- and it would not have happened without Adachi becoming his family.

Because -- family, often, is about rejiggering and redefining one’s boundaries, and creating new ones with the people you’ve chosen. If you’ve chosen well, and right, like our boys did, then your partner gives you the strength to do this major lifting.

AND: where else do we see these boundaries being rejiggered, besides between Adachi and Kurosawa themselves?

We see them in the family scenes. I think that the movie devoted a LOT of time to the family scenes says a lot about what I said earlier about Asian cultures.

I swear to jebus that I nearly had multiple heart attacks during the family scenes. Besides Kurosawa’s mom’s very apparent sadness and confusion, Adachi’s mom had me at moments, even though she outed herself as a fujoshi, basically, lol, when Kurosawa showed up. Why the heart attacks?

These confronting kinds of conversations to family about things like marriage -- I mean, I don’t know if I have the words to describe HOW MOTHERFUCKING HUGE THESE CONVERSATIONS CAN BE FOR MANY ASIANS. Like -- these conversations can be the culmination of a lifetime. They can destroy you. Y’all, if I wrote about what happened to me when my family learned I was dating my husband (in a cishetero relationship, peeps! Interracial and interfaith, yes, but otherwise, not really rocking the boat here!), I probably wouldn’t finish writing without breaking down in tears for an hour. It was horrible. My family couldn’t handle the growth, simply put.

This Asian family dynamic that an individual’s original nuclear family unit carries SO MUCH WEIGHT IN THEIR APPROVAL OF WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU DO -- I emphasize here that this theme was major in the movie. The movie NEEDED to spend time on this in order to achieve Adachi’s dream of permanence with Kurosawa. Adachi NEEDED to tell Kurosawa that he (Adachi) would be present in front of Kurosawa’s parents -- because Adachi KNEW that Kurosawa would NEED Adachi there, because of how BIG that BIG CONVERSATION would be. I’m talking BIG, here, BIG. And I believe that the movie’s OG Japanese audience understands this very implicitly and very, very deeply.

Adachi NEEDED to grow into himself -- he needed to lose his magic, his crutch -- and needed to FIND himself to be the strength and pillar that Kurosawa would need to face his family. I want to take this point, make it into a Cherry Magic teddy bear, brand it with Gelato Pique, and place it on a mantle.

In order to face their families, our guys needed to become family. And that’s why I think the movie tended towards the quiet -- because THAT kind of growth takes a lot of internal work that comes out in the quiet moments of intimacy with the people you’ve chosen and you love.

#cherry magic #cherry magic meta #cherry magic the movie #cherry magic the movie meta #adachi kiyoshi #kurosawa yuichi #akaso eiji #machida keita #adachi x kurosawa #kurosawa x adachi #kurodachi #asian family dynamics #asian family culture #family boundaries #asian families

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Tips for sharing your ao3 fanfic with the world

Part 1: ao3 mechanics

So you wrote a fanfic. Or made some fanart. And you want to post it on Ao3 and you want people to see it and read it, and maybe kudos/comment, and maybe even read your other stuff too. What do you do?

(This is kinda qsmp specific but can be applied to any fandom if you want. This is specifically to explain what Ive found to be the best ways to share your fic with people, so no info on archive warnings, ao3 rules/guidelines, etc)

Let's assume you're starting from 0. No subscriptions, you don't have fandom friends to boost ur numbers, nil. There are 3 main ways that someone will see your fic: in tags, on your user page, and linked on another website.

Tags

Tags are essential but it is possible to both under and over utilize them and both can affect your reach. People tend to avoid fics with 100 tags that take up their entire screen, or fics that have like 2 tags where they don't know what's going to happen in there.

Popular tags get more traffic but people tend to be more picky: when you're looking in a tag with 15 fics, you may as well read them all even if it doesn't sound like exactly your thing. In a tag with 1500, you're a lot less likely to give every new fic a chance. If you only tag with fandom, character, and pairings, people may skip over since they don't know what they're getting into. That's why more specific tags are important.

If you have too many tags, such that they take up an entire phone screen or more, that may be a turnoff to some people. If you don't know where to start, choose your tags like this:

Fandom

Main characters (I go by "do they have more than one speaking role)

Main pairings (if a ship is mentioned in the background like once, I tend to not tag it)

Tone/genre (angst, fluff, smut, crack, etc)

Situation (café au, canon compliant, fix it fic, prison, pwp, etc)

Maybe a funny custom tag (eg "don't ask me how they got in prison ok just go with it")

Now when people are searching through bigger tags they can find yours more easily: in the qsmp tag, an angsty prison fic, with fitpac as the main pairing. That narrows it down a lot more than just using general tags.

Although ao3 does include people's real names in their character tags, it doesn't have to be this way. When entering a character or relationship tag, write it out the way you prefer and hit enter. It will still (eventually (ty tag wranglers)) be included in that main character tag, but it will not be displayed with their full name. I usually do something like FitMC (QSMP). Note that capitalization depends on the very first person to use that exact tag. If typing FitMC changes to fitmc every time you post, that's why. This same principle works for relationship tags as well.

User page:

The second way ppl might find your fics is via your user page.

A quick authors note at the end of your fic like "don't forget to check out my other works!" (and maybe even a link to one) can help you share your Fics with more people.

"But lev!" I hear you cry. "This is my first fic! Why would anyone visit my user page at all?"

Well, although ao3 is not specifically a social media, there is one place where users interact: comment sections.

"Uh, lev, I'm not going to go self promote in other people's fics?" I hear you say. Well first of all, thank GOD, and second of all, you don't have to.

When you're reading, esp in the fandom you write for, leave comments! Compliment people, give second kudos, point out lines you love and moments that move you. Fandom is a community and by participating positively in that community, the more likely people will engage positively with you in return. I've found some great authors just by looking in the comments on my own fics.

Linked on other websites:

The third main way ppl might find your fic is via links on other websites. As much as it is disrespectful to self promote in other people's spaces, don't let those feelings follow you to your own space. Your own account or blog is the PERFECT place to self promote. Post a link to your fic! Post MANY links to your fic! (over time, perhaps) Tag for qsmp fic, fic recs, pairing, and characters. You can also use a personal tag (mine is #levlies fic)

People might just scroll by a link, so make sure to add something to let people know that oh, this might be something they'd like to read. A short excerpt, a tag list, or a summary can all be good options although if it's getting to be long, consider paring down or adding a readmore.

If you're part of fandom discords that have a channel for fanfic or for self promo, don't hesitate to send a link there as well.

If you keep promoting your fics, people who like your fics will be more likely to stick around to see when new updates are posted. You can even make some friends!

*****

Part 2 will be about summaries and authors notes. Part 3 will be about comments. I'll edit this later to link them (or follow me 😶)

#Qsmp fic #Ao3 #Ao3 advice

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Alright. It's time. It's time we talk about the dining hall dialogue.

But before we do that, we first need to talk about the "running from creeps" dialogue, because they're connected.

Leon: You did well back there. (coyly) Seems this isn't your first time running from creeps. Ashley: (genuinely confused and hesitant) ... I can't tell if that's meant to be a compliment. Leon: ...

Leon's line of dialogue here is a joke told by the developers/writers to the audience. The punchline is: "Leon is really bad at talking to women."

But if you tease it out a little bit more, you'll be able to see it more clearly.

So now, let's come back to the dining hall dialogue.

Taken on its own and in a vacuum, you might be able to make the argument that he's just being nice -- that he enjoys her company because she's pleasant to be around, and it goes no further.

But for the sake of argument, let's just say that this is a normal thing for him to have said.

This is Leon's moment of redemption.

What she's questioning this time is whether it's a compliment or if it's a... compliment.

And Leon is also not stupid. (OG RE4 Leon's dialogue aside, I mean. THIS IS NO RITUAL IT'S TERRORISM) And he also knows that Ashley's not stupid. He knows exactly what she's asking him.

And in order to reinforce the romantic/sexual nature of this exchange, the writers put in a lot of meta symbolism and imagery surrounding it, as well.

This happens specifically and only in the dining hall. Well, what's special about the dining hall?

I mean, I shouldn't have to explain that the scenery of a candlelit dinner is romantic -- but that's not all there is.

It's also the room where you get the snake part of the chimera.

Going all the way back to biblical times, snakes have been a symbol of temptation and lust. In some cultures, they were even associated with fertility.

But wait -- there's more.

The puzzle that leads you to getting the snake involves literally filling the seats of and taking the roles of a king and queen.

But we're not done yet.

What should I find waiting in this room just beside the entrance? Why, it's our old friend the bridal bouquet.

We've seen this before, haven't we? It was prominently featured in another scene that was very heavily romance-coded with its lighting, cinematography, imagery, and symbolism.

And one more thing. This one I found really interesting.

When Ashley is seated on her "throne" she also has a bust of Shakespeare across from her.

And what's significant about Shakespeare isn't just that, well. He's Shakespeare.

It's the fact that this puzzle leads directly into a scene that was shot deliberately to mimic/mirror the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet.

This was completely restructured from the ground up, for a very deliberate purpose.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If Ashley had handed Leon a condom and given him the green light to use it, he would've fucked her right there on the dining room table.

Because, in the context of RE4make, eagleone is canon.

#resident evil meta #eagleone analysis #remake RE analysis

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Cure Your Loneliness

Rain attacks your bedroom window, and a loud roar of thunder causes you to turn over and bury your head in your pillow. Lighning illuminates the room for a fraction of a second before you are plunged back into darkness, and you sigh. Even without the storm, you wouldnt be able to sleep, there’s too much on your mind. Well, that isnt strictly true. There’s one person on your mind, but he encapsulates your mind so completely that it’s impossible for you to sleep now. Shaking your head, you reach over to your bedside table and start smacking your hand against the wooden surface until you find the phone. Turning it on, the light from the screen blinds you. After blinking rapidly, your eyes adjust, and you realise the time. You consider your options as you bite your lip. Is 3am an acceptable time to text him? But before you can even consider turning your phone off again, you’ve sent a text. Nobody has a decent amount of self control at 3am, and especially not someone as hopelessly in love as you are.

You: hey

Anxiety consumes you, and you immediately regret your decision. However, much to your surprise, your phone hums pleasantly a few seconds later.

Spence: Hey, is the storm keeping you awake?

Smiling down at your phone, you sense the same kind and caring tone that Spencer gives you in every conversation you have with him.

You: I guess you could say that, yeah

Spence: 2-3% of the U.S population suffer from astraphobia, the fear of storms.

Spence: Wait, you “guess”? What else is keeping you up?

Your hands cover your face and you sigh into them, here goes nothing.

You: Im honestly suffering from extreme loneliness more than anything else. yeah, I hate storms, but what I hate more is needing someone to makeout with for half a century, and not having anyone willing to take me up on that offer

Spence: Are you at the point in your monthly cycle in which you’re experiencing fluctuations in arousal?

You: hahaha, no Spence! I just want to makeout with someone

Spence: For half a century? That’s a considerably long time.

You: maybe even a whole century, I wouldnt complain about that

Spence: Do you have someone in mind you would like to cure your loneliness with?

You: yeah, he has no idea, and even if he did, I dont think it would change anything

Spence: Why not? What guy wouldn’t want to makeout with you?

Spence: That came across far more flirtatious than I intended! What I meant was, any guy would be lucky to makeout with you for five minutes, let alone half a century.

You: if only you intentionally flirted with me

Spence: ...What?

Spence: Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but are you insinuating that I am the guy you want to spend half a century making out with?

You: yup, and as I said, it wont make a difference

Spence: Why wouldn’t it? I recall saying any guy would be lucky to makeout with you, and “any” includes me.

Staring at you screen in shock, you feel your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip. He cant be serious, can he?

You: wait. you’re kidding.

Spence: I am absolutely not kidding!

You: so...would you be down to come over and makeout for half a century?

Spence: I’d be honoured. When would you like to see me?

You: depends how fast you can get here

Spence: I’ll be there as fast as humanly possible ;)

For a few moments, you sit up in your bed blinking rapidly into the darkness as the reality of your situation sinks in. Doctor Spencer Reid is on his way over. To makeout with you. At 3am. Oh my God.

Without wasting anymore time, you kick your bedcovers off of your body and turn your bedroom lights on, before you begin scrambling around your house. Darting into the bathroom, you splash your face with water and brush your teeth. Skidding back into your bedroom, you brush your hair and look over your pyjamas. The storm outside is little more than afterthought as you check your reflection in the mirror, wondering whether this set of pyjamas will do. Smiling fondly, you remember when you looked over your reflection in the BAU after wearing a new suit to work. Spencer just happened to walk behind you, he caught sight of you, stopped in his tracks and said “You shouldnt critique yourself, you’re beautiful.”

A knock at your front door pulls you from your flashback, and your eyes almost fall out of your skull as your body freezes on the spot. You’re frozen in shock for a few moments, until you recover control of your body and practically fly down your stairs and hitting the front door at full force. Unlocking the door, you tug it open, to be greeted by the sight of none other than Doctor Spencer Reid. Some of his hair sticks to his face because of the rain, and his clothes are damp from the same cause. You notice that he’s pulled some suit pants on, but left a soft silk button-up pyjama shirt on his top half.

“Was that dramatic thud the sound of you hitting your door because you ran down the stairs so fast?” Spencer chuckles.

You smile sheepishly “You betcha!”

Spencer reflects your own smile back at you. “Someone certainly seems eager.”

Overcome with a sudden shyness, you cast your eyes down. “You betcha, again...”

Spencer takes a step forward and lifts your chin with his finger. “Me too, beautiful.”

Your stomach does somersalts at his softspoken words, and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin as Spencer places a hand at the small of your back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer whispers, leaning close to your ear.

You nod frantically. “Never been more sure in my life.”

Spencer laughs darkly, turning you around and closing your front door in order to gently push you up against it and shut the storm outside. He licks his lips, his breath fanning your nose as he leans down. His lips ghost yours, just for a second, it’s enough to send your eyes fluttering closed. Spencer notices the affect he has on you, and he feels pride swelling in his chest as he pulls your body flush against his, his lips falling back onto yours in a kiss that is so soft and sweet. You can taste mint in his mouth, he must have brushed his teeth before this just like you did. Your hands shake at Spencer’s shoulders, too overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on yours to fully concentrate on what to do with the rest of your body. Picking up on your nerves, Spencer uses his free hand to move your hands to the back of his neck. He pulls his lips from yours for a second.

“It’s alright, I’ve wanted this for a long time too. Just relax, there’s no rush.” Spencer whispers gently, placing a kiss on your nose before his lips fall back onto yours.

His soft and subtle dominance leaves you utterly breathless, you never suspected this side of Spencer even existed. Somehow, kissing you makes him less nervous and awkward than every other interaction he has experienced. His lips are soft, his touch so gentle but firm at the same time. A crash of thunder from the storm outside causes up to jump even closer to Spencer, which you didnt think was possible. He chuckles as he pulls away and tucks your head into his neck, rubbing slow circles in your back.

“Thunder cant hurt you, nothing can for that matter, not while Im here.” Spencer coos, and you melt into his embrace.

“Do you...Do you want to take this upstairs?” You suggest shyly.

“I’d love to, (Y/N).”

A warm wave of familiarity rushes over you as you remember the events of the night before. Waking up in the arms of Spencer Reid is something you’re never going to forget. You shouldnt be thinking about this now, in the middle of a restaurant, having dinner with the entire team, but you cant help it. Trying not to be too obvious, you retrieve your phone from your back pocket.

You: hey, Im no psychic but Im pretty sure I can predict that Im gonna be lonely again tonight

Spencer frowns as he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and he’s quick to turn it on beneath the table to read your text. He cant help himself from laughing quietly, using his hand to cover his mouth in an effort to hide it from the team who are all laughing around you. A soft smile overtakes his features as he hits send, and that smile only widens when he lifts his gaze to you.

Spence: I’ll be sure to correct that prediction. Be sure to save some room for dessert.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #crimianl minds #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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babydook · 2 years

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You write for twdg? Always wondered what yandere clementine would be like

Yandere Clementine

Telltales: The Walking Dead

Yandere type: Protective, Possessive, Manipulative

>Headcannons

This depends on the season of course, season 1-2 Clem being platonic and season 3-4 Clem more romantic. I'm gonna focus on S4 CLEM for this one.

Some spoilers for season 4!

She's not letting you go.

Circumstance has forced Clementine to raise herself and those around her from a young age, so it's only natural that she'd find it a bit difficult to snap out of old routine when it comes to someone like you, who she cares for so deeply.

She doesn't see much wrong with it, and you neither do you at first. Every day you're grateful to have such a good (looking) friend, someone in this world who seems to always have your back.

You two make a power duo, well, trio including AJ. You respect Clementine immensely for her work, and she appreciates that. The level of your teamwork and general bonding has you feeling that you couldn't have made a better decision.

She looks out for you, and in turn you look out for her. You're working for yourselves and each other. Soon surviving day-to-day seems like less of a chore, crisis on the back burner and you actually get to focus on living. A ragtag bunch who could make it through anything! Until you don't.

Something happens, it could be big or small, anything really. The point is you're hurt and suddenly don't seem so invincible anymore. Despite it just being a general injury or something which you can and will recover from, Clementine won't. Not at all.

For Clementine, this is a rude wake up call. A warning that her level of trust in you is foolish and gravely misplaced. She'll chastise herself for allowing this to happen, for ever believing things could stay as wonderful as they have been. That's the type of fantasy only a child would dare to dream of! Stupid girl. No one is to blame but herself.

Her head isn't kind to her, and forces her to relive every instance that she's lost someone who she'd dared to care for. She's subjected to the mental torture of every possible event, of every possible outcome that could result in losing you.

This was the first time in a long time, or ever that she can really remember, that she's been able to feel some sense of normalcy. The world's going to end for a second time if you go.

These horrible pictures keep flashing behind her eyelids, like awful illustrations have burned into the skin itself. Closing her eyes isn't safe. She needs to keep them on you.

She doesn't need to remind you of your worth to her, you already know. It's made loud and clear in her gaze fixed intensely on you. It's made obvious in her reprimanding tone that edges just a little off playful. It's made frustrating by her taking every opportunity to keep you behind the group (literally just her and a six year old.)

"Yeah... You're not doing that."

It's like she under-develops object permanence on a whim. If you're not within her direct line of sight or at least the near vicinity she just can't help every single cell in her body going apeshit. How is she supposed to focus on things like breathing when she doesn't know if you are?

To which you can't help but feel a little responsible. You do feel bad, it's not like you intended to give your best friend a heart attack over something so small. Suppose it must be your fault for not thinking it mattered. You'll be more mindful next time, not wanting to give her premature cardiac arrest. You'll decide to warn her ahead of time whenever you're going to do something.

This turns into telling her your every move before you even make them. It gives off a creepy crawly feeling, having to explain and defend your every action. 'It's your fault' you think. 'it's the bare minimum' you justify.

Though at some point you forget to mention that you were going to do something, alone - God forbid, and Clementine flipped. Then it became having to ask for permission.

You know that this is going in a direction you don't like. You're not blind or stupid, you've made it this far in the apocalypse for a reason. It's not that you can't see how your situation is souring, it's that you've grown... comfortable with this life. It feels nice to have group. To have backup and company.

She's just... always got a way of making you feel like a bad friend without having to say it.

Poor Clementine, worrying herself sick over you. Poor Clementine, tearing her hair out because you're taking a risk. Poor Clementine, joking a little too much about handcuffing you to her.

Maybe it's best to just ignore it?

So you let things slide. You think that you're helping the both of you by allowing this odd behaviour to continue. It's overbearing, but should you really be upset about it? Shouldn't it feel good to be cared for so much? That sinking feeling you get in your stomach every time you catch her staring at you is probably your fault.

This is fine. Even if at times you feel like you're being babysat more than the actual child in your little trio. If you're all still together, then why does it feel like things are falling apart?

Your little trio. It's you 3 against the world! It feels good. Felt better when you could pee at night alone, but buddy systems are important. Originally, you and Clem were on the same page, two foster parents to a little goblin. Now, it feels like you're reading different books entirely.

The roles have shifted - slowly - like tectonic plates, and you'd have no idea anything's been brewing up until the earthquake.

You're losing little freedoms, the rug being pulled from under your feet before you get to relax. They'll come in the form of good intentions that house ulterior motives. A curfew, locking the car when you're in it. Things that seem smart. Things that make sense, and you'd be silly to refute.

Then there's more. Some requests phrased an awful lot like demands. They're things you'd deem more than a little unnecessary, and if you speak up about it then Clem's gonna hear you but she won't listen.

She's clever. She'll just reword her rules to make them sound different when they're essentially the same thing. Or, if you're still being difficult then she can always just wait until something goes wrong and scares you into taking her more seriously.

She's definitely in charge now, and she plays her role to the point it can almost be seen as infantilising. It's not that she doesn't trust you, it's just that she can't and won't leave this up to fate; not when it's something that matters so much.

You really don't like that she's surprised when you call her out on this. You're not going to let her make you feel like this is your fault again... Not that she's been doing that on purpose, right?

If you stand up to her and start calling her out on her bullshit, it's only going to get worse. Girl is a master guilt tripper. You'll be subjected to ramble after ramble of hers, All about how she worries for you, how she can't bear to lose you, how you're the only thing keeping her together. The worst part is you know that she's not even lying.

And she is not above bringing AJ into this, considering he's more than willing to follow her lead. Let's see how you handle two commanding emotional wrecks!

It's become routine now. Think about doing something, then ditch the idea because you don't want to ask for permission. It's a win in her book.

You entertain the thought of arguing with her again but you're far too tired to. She has this withering stare she does that just manages to sap all of the energy from you before you even begin. It's a little humiliating, and you wish you weren't so complacent. It doesn't help that you have a little SNITCH on you, AJ glued to your side whenever Clementine isn't (which is rare enough.)

You're probably not a big fan of the dynamic switch. It's annoying, being de-ranked by a toddler who WILL be on your ass the second that you look like you're even thinking about doing something she won't approve of. "Clemmm-!" Shut ur ass up, pipsqueak.

If you choose to roll along with this, and let's be honest here - you don't have much choice - then you might as well make the most of it. You've got yourself a pretty neat setup, your own protection squad.

Clementine is a whole bodyguard, not that I needed to tell you that. It's safe to say that she'll knock anybody on their ass for you. People way stronger than her carrying multiple weapons? She'll sure as hell try! She's gotten in fights for less. No, there is no talking her down from this.

Unless you grab her hand and do that cute little thumb swipe. You know the one. It might just hold her off long enough to pull her away before she starts foaming at the mouth.

It's one of the most obvious issues in your dynamic, you having to patch Clem up after she's started something completely avoidable. No matter how many times you reprimand her, tell her how stupid it was, how you can handle yourself or at least help this is going to happen again.

She believes it's for your own good. You should be appreciative. Telling her off can make her bitter, though it does make her feel guilty when you say you worry for her.

"I can handle myself" she'll say, whilst you have to grit your teeth to avoid slipping a "so can I."

It's clear that in this aspect that she's a prime example of the "Do as I say, not as I do." gang. She can show up to you looking half dead with no explanation but if you suddenly have an undisclosed bruise it's "wtf y/n." Clementine, you are the biggest hypocrite.

Do not get me started on AJ. Seriously.

Just... Imagine you guys in a public space. It's like holding the leash to a doberman in one hand the leash to a jack russel with little man syndrome in the other.

While things definitely aren't perfect, you don't really feel like you have the right to complain. You have a somewhat functional group consisting of two people who you have grown to care about and are clearly willing to move mountains for you.

You're as close to being sheltered as you can get. It's not the worst position you could've ended up in, even if it's a big blow to your ego being ordered around by a kid.

Clem knows that she's bound to piss you off eventually with her overbearing nature. She can handle you finding her annoying if it ensures your safety.

She also knows that to some degree, you must care about her this much too. If the roles were reversed, you'd do the same thing, surely. She counts on it. It's not enough just hoping that you'll feel bad when you see how much your retaliation hurts her.

If you do point out how manipulative this behaviour is, urging her that she's gone too far and you don't need a babysitter, then you've got another thing coming. A babysitter? Oh. OK. Smartass mode initiated. Sure, throw a fit. If you want to act like a child then she'll treat you like one.

Yeah it's pretty cut and dry. You're simply under her watch 24/7. Be by her side at all times. No, this is not negotiable. She's your ride or die. You got a problem with that? Stick by her and talk it out like a grown up. She will start referring to you in the third person all condescendingly.

"Is Y/N sure they want to do that?"

"Y/N wants to go to the car park, because that's a great idea."

"Y/N is so much smarter than us, AJ."

AJ will learn to join in, and let me tell you, this will piss you off. He giggles at Clem a lot.

It gets to the point where when you do speak up to ask for something that she only shakes her head. Sometimes when you voice your opinion you only get a knowing smirk in response. Is she not taking you seriously anymore? Are you being treated like a joke?

You like Clementine. You don't like that she acts as though it's common fact that you don't know what you're talking about. Is your input only worth a light head shake and a- did she just scoff at you?

If something happens to you, it's pure rage. Bull mode activated. And if there's no one to rage at? Then you're getting reprimanded - or that wall AJ was kicking looks like it could take a few more punches. You'll patch up her knuckles anyway.

She's more than ready to kill for you. She may even hold a sense of pride for doing it, similarly to AJ's breakdown after killing Lily. Anyone that wants to hurt you, should be dead, and she's not going to feel sorry about it. She has no qualms enforcing this belief in AJ too.

She knows fully well that if you were to die, she'd quite literally cease to function. And so do you, how could you not when she makes a point to remind you so often?

She has an incredible poker face, most of the time. Constantly being around her at least has the benefit of picking up on some of her quirks. You've commit that slight crinkle of her brows and her nose twitch to memory. These cracks usually surface when she's particularly pissed off or worried about something.

Mind you, she does have a go at trying to convey the level of her affection. It's unpracticed, and having no previous experience with this it comes out sudden and stiffly. Abruptly awkward confessions that tumble out at the oddest of times yet hold a sweet note of sincerity. "You know I really appreciate you."

She can never really find the right moments. They're usually brought up in the middle of something else, interrupting the silence with something that's not entirely phrased as a statement or a question. You'll be unsure if she's waiting for an answer or just putting it out there.

If you ever do try to leave her, it'll go one of two ways. Straight up not giving you permission, "No, you're not." and then continuing whatever she was doing before, or (drum roll) emotional abuse.

Her voice hoarse, cracking with emotion as she corners you despite looking like the vulnerable one here. "you don't get to do that."

You can't tell if her falling to her knees is on purpose or if the weight of your words literally knocked her legs out from under her. She's quite literally begging, looking up at you despite the tears threatening to spill from her wide, panicked eyes.

"You can't leave me, please- don't!"

Don't make her bring AJ into this.

Or if you're in the school, you could try bringing it up in a group! Yeah, good luck with that.

"Yeah, sure you will." she'll chuckle dryly and dismissively. She plays it off as a joke so seamlessly that you don't even know how to continue, everyone else has either ignored it or taken it as some lighthearted banter between the two of you. Are you going to insist and ruin the lovely evening?

However, once you're away from the others she'll become very serious. What? You didn't think you were getting off that easy, right? You'll be walking down the hallway, hearing the telltale clacking of her own footsteps quicken to match your pace and then your wrist is clamped in her iron grip. Clementine is looking into your eyes so intensely that you would've frozen anyway without her hold on you.

"Don't talk like that, ok?" She doesn't need to elaborate. You both understand. Even if by low chance you were only joking and have no clue why she's taking this so seriously, you have more than enough sense to nod.

In short... you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

Best case scenario for the both of you is that you're either naive enough that you see nothing she is doing as wrong, or that you simply care for her so much that you overlook it.

A/N: A TWDG REQUEST YES. Thank you for sending this in <3 I took a long ass time with it because I had way too many ideas that I couldn't properly articulate or flesh out the way I wanted lol. Clementine is such an interesting and complicated character and I love her sm. Of course the type of yandere she is differs on the seasons as her character develops, so feel free to request a different season Clem.

#yandere twdg #yandere the walking dead game #twdg x reader #yandere clementine #clementine x reader

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 14

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,7k

18+, minors do not interact

Figure it out, figure it out, figure it out! How? Well, it was rather logical that Shinazugawa didn't want to interfere just yet. If, by any chance, the blonde guy doesn't really remember or his mind was foggy about this topic, Shinazugawa taking any steps would only make it worse. You had to do it because you were potentially way closer to him than Shinazugawa will ever be.

Bless that Tanjiro guy, really. A plan started to form itself in your head. Obviously, the cheerful blackhaired was kinda of a leader of the small friends group. If you could start to talk to him, maybe you would get closer to all of them, even to the blonde. Okay, now you only have to start to talk to him.

''Do you get this part here? Sorry for interrupting.'' You scratch your cheek a bit, turning your head to Tanjiro.

Shinazugawa looked up, hearing the whisper but upon spotting it was you, he held his mouth shut. He believed you were in the middle of something.

''Oh, yes, I actually know.'' Tanjiro sparked a big smile and started to point at something in his laptop. ''It's not so obvious but this part of the equation can be altered and then it starts to match, do you see it?''

He gave you an intense look, hope behind his eyes. He really wanted to help you. You felt so, so, so shitty with what you wanted to do. That guy seemed pure and helpful and you were about to use him just to get what you want. But your reputation and possibly college depended on this.

I'm so sorry Tanjiro.

You thought to yourself as you sighed.

''Not really.'' You let your head down even though you knew damn well what to do in this exercise. ''This is so frustrating.'' You winced quietly.

''What's the matter? You're atressing about something?'' Tanjiro asked you, his tone thoughtful.

''Ah, just university stuff, but it's stressful.'' You had to play it out as if you didn't want to tell him but will no matter what.

''Hey, if you have a problem you can talk about it. If it's just university stuff then maybe we can help.'' He made a small gesture showing the rest of his friends. The blackhaired, flowery girl gave you a weird look.

''Well... it's my second semester of taking classes with Professor Shinazugawa and up until now I didn't have any major problems, but from the beginning of this semester it changed. I totally don't get the stuff that we are doing right now so I tried to figure it out by myself. Then I asked for office hours but, ah, you didn't have any lectures with him earlier did you?''

Tanjiro shook his head for a 'no'.

''He can be crazy sometimes!'' You whisper-shouted. ''I know the office hours should help me but I thought I would be able to get anything by the time I would meet with him, yet, I just can't. I'm scared to go now and I don't know what to do. I'm also on a scholarship that practically feeds me so without it I will be in big trouble.'' You shrugged your shoulders, trying to look as convincingly as you could.

''Oh my, that's really serious.'' He looked so into your problem it hurt you physically that it was all a big lie. ''Now I need to help you. When do you have the office hours?''

''Today in the evening.'' You lied, not even knowing when Shinazugawa will be free but whatever.

''Okay, do you have classes after this?''

''Yes, but I can skip them for the sake of it.''

''Great, this is my last lecture for today so I can give you some quick tips so you won't look totally lost in front of Professor Shinazugawa.'' Another big smile from Tanjiro that melted your heart.

Stupid bitch, now can you do something like that?

You promised yourself that you would try to explain it to Tanjiro somehow sometime.

✦

After the lecture you all went into the cafeteria, about to eat something and study. Sitting around one of the tables you spotted that only Tanjiro was so friendly to you, the rest looked at you as if you were some sort of an intruder. The girls both gave you weird looks, the loud guy literally poked you with something and the blonde was sweating hard.

You didn't eat anything, your stomach was too twisted. You explained this by saying that you're stressed with the office hours. Tanjiro was explaining you things and you were partially listening to him, partially keeping an eye on the blonde. You had to figure out how to talk to him one on one.

All of them ate what they had and one of the girls started to push Tanjiro, saying they were ready to go. He shrugged her off telling that he only needed a minute more to help you. It was not really going anywhere, until...

''Hey!'' You heard a woman's voice from behind.

Someone's arms tangled Tanjiro's neck and you saw a beautiful woman with hair similar to those of your tutor, just a lot longer.

''Hey Nezuko, what's up?'' Tanjiro exclaimed happily.

''Nothing, just more boring lectures.'' She laughed.

They looked so similar, they must be siblings or something like that.

''Y/N, thai is my younger sister Nezuko. Nezuko, this is Y/N, we just met today but I'm helping her with studying.'' He pointed at you both and you greeted. ''I hope she'll repay me!'' Tanjiro laughed softly.

''How am I supposed to repay you?'' You asked, not expecting something like this.

''We can become friends.'' He looked you deeply in the eye while saying this and you froze.

Aghagygdiuwbbxka.

No, no, no, no! Why did he have to be so cute and caring and everything! Why can't you just be another mean, weird or simp guy!

''Yeah.'' You said, not really sure of your answer.

Little did you know he caught that, the uncertainty in your voice. What you also didn't know was that Tanjiro was an absolute sweetheart but he was also very sneaky and watchful. He never intended to cause any harm but he would certainly pursue things if he wanted something.

''I'll go to Professor Uzui now, don't wait for me.'' You heard the blonde say.

''You don't know the way Zenitsu.'' The loud Inosuke guy spat out.

''I'll manage.'' He sweatdropped.

''I can help, I know where to go. Actually, it's the same way as my next lecture.'' You said quickly hoping you could catch that Zenitsu alone.

''Um.'' He didn't know what to say.

''Great idea, but Y/N, are you sure you get that stuff? I don't what you having problems, especially with Shinazugawa.'' Tanjiro asked in a caring manner.

''Yes, I think that's enough. Maybe I don't know everything but it's still a lot compared to an hour ago. Thank you very much Tanjiro, you're saving my ass.'' You laughed a bit, packing your stuff. ''Are we going Zenitsu? I might even be on time for the next lecture.''

He nodded his head slowly, sweating even more. You stood up and were about to go when he felt someone grab your hand.

Turning your head you saw it was Tanjiro. He instantly let go of you.

''And what about my payment?'' He laughed sheepishly.

You gave him a puzzled look.

''Give me your number. We can stay in touch.'' He tilted his head a bit with a small smile.

Shocked and exposed you just nodded your head, also laughing. You showed him your phone with the number and he wrote it down. Second later you got a text from him with a book emoji.

''Write to me sometimes.'' He waved at you also packing his stuff.

''Mhm.'' Was the only thing you could say before taking off with Zenitsu.

It was kinda crazy what went on. You just wanted to stick to him for a short moment to get to Zenitsu. Now he has your number and wants to be friends which is very inconvenient for you. The closer contact you have with this group the worse.

Rubbing your temples you shouted internally. You'll figure it out later, first you have to take care of this if you got the chance.

''Um... Miss Y/N.'' You heard Zenitsu speak.

''Don't call me like that.'' You spat out stressed out which made him flinch.

''Did you come here to... I mean... talk about...'' He was obviously trying to say something but couldn't.

So he knew.

''Yes, I'm here to talk about that.'' Your head sunk down, guilt dragging your shoulders. ''Can we find a more private place?''

The guy nodded and you made your way outside. When alone you started to talk quietly.

''You saw, didn't you?'' You asked him straightforwardly.

''Yes.''

''What did you see?''

''You and the Professor... alone on the New Year.'' He averted his gaze.

The chilly January air hit your face and hands but the real cold came from your insides. You froze, expecting the worst.

''But!'' He said a bit too loud. ''I... it's not my... I don't want to tell anyone.''

You looked at him, cheeks red from the frost and shame.

''What do you mean?'' You asked not willing to believe.

''We're like adults, yeah? You can do... what you want to do.'' he was fondling his fingers and looking everywhere. ''From what you told today it's not like you get any head start from... that.''

He finally spat it out.

''I don't. I really don't. It was the first time and it was... ah, it happened so quick I'm also still processing it.'' You didn't know why but you started to explain yourself. ''So you won't tell anyone? You know what will happen if you do?''

''I know, that's why I don't want to cause you any problems.'' He told with a light blush on his face.

''Not even Tanjiro?''

The guy paused for a second.

''Not even him.''

Now knowing why, by an impulse you hugged him tight. He was obviously not expecting it as he stood there like a stone. Tears started to fall from your eyes and onto his cheek. He felt it and shrugged in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

''I'm so sorry, I was just so scared.'' You said between tears.

''I...'' Zenitsu had no clue what to do.

You let go of him trying to calm yourself down, the frost making your runny nose painful.

''Here.'' You saw he was handing you a tissue.

''Thank you.'' You accepted it, cleaning yourself. Your cheeks were still puffy and red but you gave him a smile. ''Thank you for being fair with me and understanding.''

A big red blush grew on his face as he looked at you.

''Can we also stay in touch?'' He asked out of the blue.

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