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fuxuannie · 11 months

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↳ pairing : miles morales x reader

↳ synopsis : shenanigans with your favorite classmate :) (maybe even a secret crush)

↳ authors note : i'm rlly trying to expand through fandoms, plzzz don't leave i promise i still write hsrr ;o; !!!!! i'm gonna be on a LONG atsv brainrot plz <\3 wuts a proof-read idk what that iz (/j)

MILES MORALES was the new student two years ago, some people thought he was an oddball since the first day encounter with his dad.. but you didn't really mind it honestly. You had much more important matters to attend to, like not listening to gossip.

After learning he was in some of your classes, you decided to try and get to know the guy. He seemed pretty cool, and you never passed an opportunity to know someone new.

"Morales, right?" Miles hears from behind him, it's currently lunch and so he turns his head to see you standing there with a tray in hand. "Mind if I sit with you?"

Since that day, you two hit it off like crazy, with sharing interests and hobbies it wasn't hard to talk every single day and run out of things to talk about.

"So, my Uncle Aaron took me to this crazy place like 2 years ago maybe? But yeah, it's where I did one of my first graffiti art." He explained, leading you through the dark traintracks while holding your wrist so you don't lose him in the darkness. "Sounds cool! Is it the same one that you used in your essay?"

You listen to the echo of his laughter. "Yeah, it is.. He was a great man, made me who I am today."

The way he talks fondly about his Uncle makes your heart sting a little. Though you were never able to meet him yourself, the way Miles talked about him to you made it clear he was a man who loved his nephew like he was his own son, and it was like you could emphasize with his pain of losing him.

However your thoughts are interrupted at the loud sound of a light switch turning on, illuminating the room and different graffiti art drawn on the walls. Miles laughs at your breathless expression, admiring the way your eyes seemed to glow at the art all around you.

"Heeey, look at that!" You chuckled, pointing at the 'Expectations' graffiti you brought up earlier. "You were so much shorter back then.." And Miles rolled his eyes at that comment, knowing that you were referring to the silhouette on the wall. "Very funny."

Then you realize theres a section of the wall thats covered with cloth, and he notices how you take notice of it. Miles immediately clears his throat, puts a hand behind his neck and looks at the ground. "Oh, uh.. that's a work in progress. I wouldn't want you to see i-"

Suddenly his spidey-senses go off, the second he looks up he already sees you right infront of the wall and about to touch the cover. "(name)!"

Pulling it off, it reveals a wall full of.. you? You were surprised that the details were down almost perfectly, your nose shape, your eyes and your smile. It was all so perfectly done that in a way it could either be flattering or a tiny bit creepy.

Of course, Miles being your best friend, you may or may not sketch or write about him every now and then (or rather all the time) depending on which one you felt like doing, but he didn't have to know that.

"I'm.. honored?" You laugh, looking back at your poor friend whos pulled his hoodie over his head and his hands covering his face. "Oh, come on! It's not that embarassing- And it looks good I promise!" You tried to reassure him, but the boy has no intentions on budging.

"I forgot I had that." Miles mumbled to himself, ignoring how you pull on his arm to try and get him to show himself.

At some point you've given up, and let the guy wallow in his own embarassment for a while. Your attention shifts back onto the art wall, seeing the several doodles and actual art pieces that you can only assume Miles was working on for the past 2 years you two were friends.

The much smaller doodles were your favorites, ones where he made you a tiny little creature were the cutest ones, and at some point you noticed how so many of them involved.. him. He drew tiny moments of you and him holding hands, going on walks, sharing earphones and little cliche date stuff.

You were about to say something, but are stopped at the realization Miles was right next to you while his eyes never seemed to break contact from yours. "Miles?" You say in almost a whisper, seeing how focused his gaze was on you.

"I mean, we're both smart enough to realize it.. right?"

The urge to play dumb was strong, it really was, but Miles could see through you like he was staring at glass. That's how well he knew you, and how transparent you were with him.

"And maybe I'm stupid enough to make up delusions in my head but.. do you.. feel the same?"

The question leaves you stunned, stammering to find an answer, but the serious facade Miles kept up melts at your nervous reaction. He begins to laugh, digging through his pockets and pulls out a paper you recognize all too well, it had to be either a drawing or a poem you had written for Miles and considering one of your recent ones going missing.. if what he had in his hands was that one, it gave him more than an answer.

That realization makes you gasp, and Miles' laughter only grows stronger as you've now realized what's happening in its full extent. Miles liked you, and he knew you liked him too.

"You cheeky-" You try to grab the paper from his hands, but the tall piece of shit tip-toe's just to make sure you couldn't grab it. "Whaat? What am I, hm?" He'll playfully taunt at you, still unable to control his smile as he knows that deep down you enjoyed this banter just as much as he did.

You two continue to playfully argue for a while, laughter echoing throughout the abandoned area as hours passed on and on. The talk about either ones feelings never came to light, but you two were content with the moment, and in another time you'd talk about the confusing thing that is the feelings you both mutually share.

You had all the time in the world, right? Miles Morales wasn't going anywhere.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales x you

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sluttywoozi · 8 months

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Hey Emily! Hope your road trip is going well and you're travelling safely 💞

For the prompts you posted, could I please ask for “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” with Jeonghan? I've been in severe Jeonghan brainrot lol so, I thought reading about him would help keep me from impulsively writing about him myself instead.

omg hi RJ! we had a safe trip to dc and now we’re on the way to nyc! you absolutely can, jeonghan has also on my mind lately and im so happy to write him for you 💖 lowkey u should write him too tho

“You wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? No funny business, I just really don’t want today to end.”

Jeonghan is… nervous. Nervous out of his mind. It’s only the second date, he knows he shouldn’t be asking you this, but he’s just not ready for his time with you to be over.

He started his day by calling you to confirm the date (and he also might have wanted to hear your voice). He spent most of the morning thinking about you, and when he rolled up to your place and spotted you waving excitedly at him on the sidewalk, he finally felt like he could breathe.

He’s breathless now waiting to hear your answer, but he can see you mulling it over and doesn’t want to pressure you.

Soon enough, you give him a sweet smile and say, “I will if you let me use your skincare and your biggest t-shirt.”

“Deal,” He agrees with an easy grin before offering you his hand and helping you into his car. He’s already got the shirt picked out in his mind and thankfully, he washed his sheets yesterday so they’re all fresh and clean for you.

He wasn’t expecting anything more than a date tonight, and he’s elated you’re up for a sleepover too.

It isn’t until he’s pulling into his spot in the parking garage that he realizes this means he’ll get to sleep next to you, and wake up with you, and maybe make you breakfast and give you a kiss tasting of coffee and syrup, and maybe he’ll just go ahead and fall in love with you too.

He’s already halfway there, anyway. What’s a little further?

You chat about what movie to watch as he leads you down the hallway, Jeonghan proposing the Lego trilogy and you countering with your own favorites. You settle on a few episodes of the new drama you’ve both been wanting to see, and his hand only shakes a little as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

He hopes you like his place; though it’s a bit small and disorganized, it feels like him and he’s proud of the space he’s managed to create. You seem like you do like it, immediately moving to his Lego display case with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Chuckling to himself, Jeonghan follows you to the plexiglass and begins to point out sets he thinks you’ll recognize. It makes for a simple ice breaker and he watches you grow more and more comfortable as the conversation flows.

It flows right over to the couch, where you wrap him up in a tale of the last time you tried to do a lego set. Apparently, your cat ate approximately fifteen pieces while you were making tea and had to go to the emergency vet. He doesn’t blame you for not wanting to attempt another after such an ordeal, though he wonders if you’d ever like to build one with him.

He’s about to ask when you remind him of the plan.

“Can I have that t-shirt? I wanna get out of these jeans, they’re the worst,” you request, grimacing and plucking at the denim.

“Yes!” He jumps up, taking your hand and tugging you up from the couch. You let out a small sound of surprise, following him on light feet to his bedroom.

Jeonghan feels a little shy as you take in his messy bed and clothes-covered chair but he tries not to show it, immediately moving to his dresser to dig out the biggest shirt he owns.

It’s plain, old, and a bit worn out, but it’s the comfiest thing in this apartment and he’s ecstatic to hand it over to you.

He points you to the bathroom, taking the time to change into his own pajamas and pretending his heart doesn’t skip in his chest when you reappear.

You tug at the hem of the shirt, though it rests about midway on your thighs, and he forces his eyes away from your legs and onto your face.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs, offering you a hand and leading you back into the bathroom.

“Here’s my cleansing balm, and I have a few options for serums. Oh, and here’s my moisturizer.”

It’s all lined up neatly on the quartz of his counter and he watches as you pick up one of his proffered serums with a gleeful look on your face.

“You have the expensive vitamin C,” you breathe, gazing at him with wonder.

“Yeah,” he grins. “Seungkwan is an influencer and he gets a lot of PR, so he gives me his castoffs.”

“What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”

“Like a dream, if I’m being honest.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him and he bumps his hip against yours, his cheeks aching with the width of his smile.

He loves this already, feeling so domestic with you, and he’s halfway into hatching a plan to ask you to move in with him when you set the serum down and pick up the cleansing balm.

You set to work, massaging your face with clear concentration in your eyes, and Jeonghan decides to join you.

Watching and giggling at each other in the bathroom mirror, you scrub your faces clean side by side. This feels familiar to him, like it’s something he’s been doing with you for years, like it’s something he’ll be doing with you for years to come.

He’s lucky you’re busy rinsing away the balm while he comes to the realization that he might be a bit more than halfway in love with you.

It’s not ideal, especially because he’s not sure where you stand, but it is kind of exciting.

He’s never been in love before, but that has to be what this is. This comfort, this contentment, this fondness, this passion.

There’s no other explanation as to why he’s riveted watching you pat serums into your skin, why his heart is racing at the sight of you in his shirt, why he’s never been more excited to crawl into bed before.

It’s all because of you, because you’re here with him.

He only becomes more sure when you both decide to forgo the drama and just go straight to bed, curling up on your sides facing each other under the shared covers.

You talk for hours, until your eyes are falling closed and your words are mere whispers, and just before he succumbs to sleep, he sends a wish out into the universe that every single date he has with you ends like this.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 6 months

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Hello, it me :D

Idk how you want to structure this or how it's gonna sound when I try to type out what's in my brain rn, I do know that I want this to be a full hc tho

Ok. So. I've seen some art here & there of some of the M6 with their own children; mostly just babies but there are a couple older kids in the mix as well. This is where things in my head get weird so bear with me:

I'm thinking this ask could go three ways (I also don't know if Nadia & Portia will be able to fit in to this ask but it is what it is), and you can do just one of the options or all of them, I'll let you choose:

A. M6 reacting to MC telling them they're pregnant

B. M6 & MC mid-pregnancy preparing for the baby

Or C. M6 getting to hold their kid for the first time

Hopefully this makes sense I think it provides an opportunity for incredible wholesomeness whatever you decide :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during MC's pregnancy

~ ohoho, now this, this is the kind of prompt that makes my heart sing! @themushroomgoesyeet I hope you're ready because I'm doing all three of those suggestions in here, just you wait >:3 - brainrot ~

Other baby-related hcs: M6 when someone hands them a baby

The M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

-- for the purpose of these headcanons and because I write for a gender-neutral reader, MC is pregnant with a baby that is equal parts their and their LI's DNA. This could have happened the traditional way (depending on how you envision your MC or if you headcanon your LI as trans), or simply by magical means. For my fellow trans men, seahorse dads are still dads! And to my fellow AO3 readers, mpreg is possible. Always. O.O --

Julian

For the first time in his life, he was well and truly speechless

And delighted. In fact, his speechlessness was because of the unforeseen tidal wave of joy that crashed over him as soon as you told him and it knocked all the air out of his lungs

Pulling you into an embrace as soon as he can move again and trembling with excitement: "Really? You're going to have my baby? We're going to be parents? I'm going to be a father? Haha!"

If he was bad about hovering before he's terrible about it now

Detailed research on all potential issues (which leads to him having crippling spirals over all the ways this could go wrong)

Auntie Pasha and Great-Grandma Mazelinka are here for it and so overwhelmingly supportive. It's hard to resist Julian's regular suggestions of bed rest because they make it so feasible

Mazelinka's soup was heavenly for your morning sickness

Julian collected at least three different remedies for every single pregnancy symptom you had and filled multiple notebooks with doctor's observations. Even down to tracking your sleep cycle

He also called in several favors to make sure that at least two other doctors would be available leading up to your due date - one for you and one for the baby. (he still insisted on being the main one)

He managed the birth impressively well - years of medical expertise kicked in and he went full "doctor" mode, keeping a cool head and open communication and anticipating every need

Until he held his child for the first time and had to sit down because his knees gave out. He has a whole new reason to live well

Asra

You know that panicked blushy face they make? Yeah, that was it

You briefly mistook it for horror - you know he likes surprises, but this is something else - but it was really his own panic at suddenly being plunged into a whole new world of emotion and instincts

Their first motion was to reach out and place their hand over your heart to confirm it through your bond, if only because they couldn't get their words to work and they needed that grounding touch

Once he's collected himself, he's over the moon. Is it terrifying? Sure, but it's also going to be the adventure of a lifetime, and it means building a new future and family with you! As parents!

They want to tell Aisha and Salim about it as soon as you're comfortable because they've done this before, they can help. And also because they’re going to be grandparents

Covers you with enchantments to keep you and the baby safe and happy and keeps a growing list of the most unhinged baby names to make you laugh. Faust likes to gently squeeze your bump

Makes every pregnancy craving you have and tries it with you, no matter how weird. He's got three years of practice being your caregiver and his patience for the mood swings is unending

Spends an hour every night with an ear against your baby bump, listening to them grow and thrive

Offers you every type of pain relief they can find. If not for your sake, then for theirs, because seeing you hurt makes them panic

Holds you the whole way through childbirth, no matter how messy, and stays so reassuring and supportive

Scared to hold the baby at first because he's so shaky from emotions. Won't put it down once he does

Nadia

The news is so unexpected that she just can't believe it at first

As in, her brain is genuinely incapable of immediately processing what you've just told her, so she just finishes her task before running it through her head a second time before it sinks in

The loudest gasp you've ever heard, you see her drop her teacup as her hands fly to cover her mouth and she stares at you in surprise

So happy. So, so, so very happy

She was never going to pressure you into having children. Between her driven nature and her ongoing loneliness, she'd resigned herself to never being a mother after marrying Lucio

But oh my! What a wonderful surprise! There's so much to do, she's slightly worried that nine months isn't going to be enough time

She sends for multiple physicians and invites several of them to live in the Palace through the pregnancy, and begins the interview process for your baby's pediatrician as well. She wants you healthy

Has the time of her life decorating the baby's future room and ends up getting so emotional looking at all the tiny clothes and shoes

Refuses to let you sleep by yourself. She doesn't want you to feel limited on a day-to-day basis at all, but she doesn't like you being alone for too long, especially during such quiet and precious hours

Prefers to hold off on giving her family any news or updates until she's had at least a few days to let it sink it. Each update she does send provokes a tidal wave of letters and advice and offers, not to mention Grandpa Namar's tear-stained letters of excitement

Has to hide sobs when she holds her child and announces its name

Muriel

Straight up disassociates. Not due to any fault of yours, it's just a lot. Especially given his own context for parenting (or lack thereof)

"Muriel, I'm pregnant." soul gets yoinked through the stratosphere

You know him well enough to expect him to need a moment, so you're not surprised when he shakily nods, takes a deep breath, and tells you he'll be back before dark before walking off into the trees

Deeply apologetic once he gets back because in hindsight ghosting you might not have been the most appropriate response

He's happy, if not deeply anxious, but he gets more and more excited with every pregnancy update

He makes the baby's crib himself, seeking out the tree with the best wood, chopping it up, designing and cutting the pieces, carving and sanding and painting them with the utmost care

As your due date gets closer he starts reverting to an old habit of his, waking up several times through the night with a need to keep watch for any dangers or discomforts and make sure you're warm

You wake up to this sometimes, with him sitting quietly next to you in bed, one large hand resting protectively on your belly, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the cradle on the other side of the room and counts every tiny kick the baby lands on his warm palm

He doesn't hesitate to tell Asra, Nadia, (and yes, Julian) about your pregnancy, because he knows they'll be able to help you in ways he can't. Watching you in pain during birth is almost traumatic for him

Doesn't say a word when you hand him his baby, just looks back and forth between you and them in delight and awestruck joy

Portia

Screams. Legitimate, jaw dropped, lung-deep screaming

Yes it's because she's excited!!! You're pregnant! That's amazing!!

Funnily enough, she doesn't bring up telling anybody else until several weeks have gone by or until you suggest it. She's used to keeping secrets and this is so special she's still finding words for it

She's also more familiar with what pregnancy can look like, and she doesn't want to make any big announcements with you too early

Borderline obsessive about making sure that you're properly fed and cared for. She keeps every snack stocked, gives you massages every night, asks you about any symptoms and offers relief

She ends up inviting everyone over for dinner so you two can break the news to them together, and if one Devorak wasn't loud and emotional enough, two of them are almost too much for the roof

Mazelinka is quick to offer her services, whether that be bringing soup, taking you two (three?!) to Nevivon so the grandmas can help, grabbing one of the grandmas and bringing them here, etc

Pepi develops a new habit of bringing you stolen fish at least once a day to make sure your growing kitten is properly nourished. the smell doesn't help your morning sickness but you appreciate it

Portia cries every time she sits down to work on another onesie or baby blanket or cloth diaper, which is several times a day

When it's time for you to give birth, she holds your hands as tightly as you hold hers and nearly knocks a doctor out of the way to catch the baby

Full-on happy sobbing when she holds them. Gets jealous anytime someone besides you gets to hold them longer than her

Lucio

Assumes you're joking until you tell him otherwise because what

It's not that he's against it, but realistically speaking he knows that one of him is already a lot to handle. And you're cooking another??

Once you convince him, his exuberant yells startle flocks of birds from the treetops in a half-mile radius. Speaking of trees ...

You two are journeymen. Where are you going to settle down?

You end up picking a spot close enough to Vesuvia for your old friends to be able to help, in a town where you know you'll have a fresh start. Buying a cottage is hard when you're used to a palace

Lucio occasionally remembers his mother's comments about how her pregnancy with him made the Red Plague seem like a summer cold, and then he panics about how much pain you must be in

Sits bolt-upright in bed four months in to your pregnancy in a cold sweat because it just hit him that your belly bump is actually an entire tiny human that's half him and half you and it's miraculous

Starts talking to your bump almost constantly after that

Everything from what the dogs are doing, to the right way to start a fire, to the best types of cookies - he's telling it all to the bump

Does he know, logically, that your baby isn't likely to be born missing an arm because of his amputation? Yes. Does he still have an irrational fear of that happening? Also yes.

Has such a hard time controlling his frustration during the birth when you're in pain and there's nothing he can do about it

Wraps his golden arm in a baby blanket and doesn't care about the mess the first time he holds them and presses a kiss to their head

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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poichanchan · 1 year

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Hiii, someone relatively new to the phandom having just played through p5r, but can I ask how the swap au premise works? I'm curious what your own takes might be on how the situations for both joker and akechi happened to lead for them to be on opposite sides in comparison to the game! I tried to look it up a bit, but there's a lot of different headcanons, but I love your concepts so much I wanted to see if you had any particular thoughts on the setting :3

Hiiiii welcome to p5 brainrot jail haha! (genuinely though, welcome and im happy you enjoyed p5r!) Everyone has their take on swapAU, I specifically wanted to play with the idea of Goro and Akira swapping their ROLES ONLY.

In my AU Goro Akechi is still the son of Shido who is largely out of his life. Goro's life is a mess, his moms in rehab, and he is sent to Tokyo on probation (to his mother's friend Muhen the owner of JazzJin). I've adjusted Goro's life just enough to have him keep his childish love for justice. He finds his found family in the PT. Goro is a Snarky, whole, intelligent, a little mean, energetic, gets flustered, but also is passive and observant when he needs to be. HIS ROUGH LIFE MADE HIM GRUFF AND HONEST BUT HE ISNT JADED. Akira hates how shallow and transactional his life is. He has his awakening, ends up on Shido's radar via the research group he has in place to explore and exploit the metaverse. Akira's parents probably work around the research team somewhere and didn't think too hard about what they were getting their son into... a mix of negligence and wanting to get more opportunities as a family/bootlick. From there he has his forced 2nd awakening and gets ensnared in Shido's conspiracy. There is a lot of resentment in his life because of this, and when he is faced with Goro's existence, the literal SON OF SHIDO WHO HAS THE SAME POWERS yet life turned out so different for him because their roles are swapped its terrible. Akira is also very good at adapting to who he talks to like in canon. He is good at socializing and charming, thus the detective prince facade becomes a thing to help him gain access to deeper levels of mementos blah blah blah

Akira is also rationalizing a lot, he is seeing himself weeding corrupt people out, a hero getting hands dirty and sacrificing self for greater good. The metaverse is his stage. And he is THE showman. Detective prince Akira is more sweeping/showy/charismatic/flirty, his joker vibe comes through more normally. APART from the resentment Akira has for seeing Goro live his life the way he does, the resounding ITS NOT FAIR he feels in his heart, he also reeeeeally want the stupid phantom thieves to 'cherish your normalcy. stop messing with my plan. how fucking naive do you have to be to think THIS is justice?' COLD SEETHING FOCUSED FURY FROM AKIRA Its such a mess lol But i think hit Akira in the places that would make him play out the detective prince and Black mask bits without losing too much of his own flavor. His rationalizing is important, otherwise i felt he would feel the moral conflict harder and withdraw instead of being showy and sweeping. Also for their social links i have thoughts, i think detective Akira's special place would not be... jazzjin. I think he would drop by like canon Akechi drops by Leblanc, but nothing more. I have in mind a place up high at a height, something like the Shibuya Sky observation deck as a place he personally visits often to reflect and stare at the massive view of the city from. It felt right to have him up there looking down alone but comforted by it. Plus eventually share the view with Goro who he sees as this actual fated rival for all the reasons above. Their outfits are the way they are because i did not want to change them too severely in colorpallette or essence but wanted to play up some parts of their personality and represent it in the outfits. AND BECAUSE THIS IS A SHUAKESHU BLOG I NEED TO STRESS THAT because they are less jaded, because Akira is bolder and flirtier and Goro is more stubbornly optimistic about this dark world akira sees, they get closer alot faster, which makes the whole black mask and interrogation room bit very messy/

added pix to make post spicier THIS IS A MASSIVE POST BUT IM GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I DUMPED MY THOUGHTS IN ONE PLACE FINALLY. there are some other things ive thought out a tiny bit, like hobbies etc but i put them down later when ive developed it more etc @ anyone reading, thank u for reading and these are my personal thoughts i am thingying to entertain myself!!!!! dont be mean to me thanks ;v;

#swap au #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #IS THIS A MASTERPOST #masterpost #ref #sorry if i have typos in there its 2am and the question has me brainrotting again

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adaptacy · 8 months

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hello hello letting you know i am absoutely 👀 interested in that old west au you mentioned

giggles

i just wanna chew on leland idk i wanna just.. yknow? idk point is i lob him and now you can have cowboy leland

riding a horse with someone is so intimate and sexually charged for no reason so take this brainrot :D

we also got a little brother's best friend goin on cause.... giggles

Cowboy!Leland x Afab!Reader

You leaned your elbows over the paddock fencing, watching the man in the saddle as he directed the horse to walk circles around a pair of ex-beer barrels. You glanced at the folded bills in between your fingers, and then back up at the man. He'd been at it for about an hour, you'd been watching him from the porch of your house, but it still made very little sense to you. It made even less sense with how much you were paying him. Or, how much your brother was paying him.

The man noticed you staring, as you'd been there for several minutes already, and he tugged on the reigns, directing the horse away from the barrels as he approached you.

"Everythin' alright, miss?" He asked, the upper half of his face shadowed by the brim of a hat, but it didn't hide his gaze. He glanced back at the house, and then to you once more, squinting slightly. "You hurt, or-?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt. I just... What is it you're doin', exactly, Mister Mckinney?" You asked, motioning towards the horse, who shifted her head away at your movement.

"I'm trainin'er. You... You own a ranch, and you don't know what horse trainin' is?" He let out a quiet laugh, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

"I don't own the ranch. My brother does. I'm just stickin' around for a bit before I settle down. Watchin' the dogs and keepin' the house tidy while he's gone. Ain't the horse s'posed to come trained?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

"No, uh.. No, they don't all come trained," he chuckled. "I'm just helpin'er temperament. Gettin'er used to being ridden. You ever rode one before?"

"A horse?"

"Yeah...? Yeah, a- a horse," he clarified, not sure what else you'd be talking about.

"No."

"You wanna?" You narrowed your eyes, and he reached his hand down. He motioned towards the paddock fence. "Climb on up. I'll show ya. Just be real gentle, she won't hurt ya if yer easy on'er," he directed.

"I'm... not sure," you released a nervous laugh, but he shrugged.

"Why not? I'm right here. I ain't gonna let you fall 'r nothin'," he reassured, and you pursed your lips, contemplating the idea. After a moment, you tucked the money into your pocket and lodged your boot on the first wood level of the fence, climbing onto it. You took the man's hand, and he placed his other on your waist, helping you onto the horse. "Easy now, that's it," he hummed, doing his best to steady your wobbly motions.

He moved off the saddle slightly, giving you room to sit as you held onto a small handle-like wooden sculpture jutting out from the saddle. His hand was still on your hip, but he removed it once you seemed steady enough.

"See? You got it. Practic'ly a natural," he teased, and you looked down, realizing how high up you were. It was a little uncomfortable, but not terrible.

"That's it? What's all the talk 'bout then? Don't seem that special," you remarked, and he chuckled.

"Toss your leg over," he directed, and you did as he asked. He shifted closer to you, pressing his chest against your back and his arms against yours, the reigns still in his hands. "I'll go slow, don't freak out," he hummed, noticeably close to your ear, and you gave a slow nod.

His boots gently hit the horse's sides, and there was a bit of a jump as the horse moved into motion, leading you to nervously grasp the handle in front of you and lean forward. He leaned forward too, keeping his chest against you as you awkwardly bumped with the horse's every step.

"Surprised your brother owns a ranch and you ain't ever ridden a horse before. You lived here long?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"Not very. Traveled with a group for a while. Didn't end up workin' out. Came back here. Parents owned this old place and I just... never really got into it, I s'pose. Brother's always been for it. Guess he got the cowboy trait," you explained, your speech occasionally broken up by bumps in the horse's steps.

"Nah, I think you got some of it in'ya. You got good rhythm," he complimented, though you didn't quite understand what he meant. He tugged the horse to a stop, setting down the reigns momentarily and instead placing his hands on your arms, earning a shift from you. "Hold onto her mane, right there. Might be more comfortable. Real tight, it ain't gon' hurt her. You got it," he encouraged, guiding your hands to the closest section of a black mane, your wrists resting on the brown fur of the creature. "Ready?"

"Sure," you replied, and he kicked her back into motion, causing your body to jolt forward slightly, but once you found the 'rhythm' he spoke of, the positioning was slightly more comfortable. Sure, you could also feel his hips against yours with every single step, but were you really complaining? No.

"Better?" He asked, leaning down slightly once more; he wasn't as close as before, but you were still acutely aware of his body against yours. "You're doin' good for a beginner."

"Yeah, better," you replied, a small smile on your face at his praise. He guided the horse around the length of the perimeter, and when he reached roughly the same spot where he'd originally picked you up, he pulled her to a stop. You sat up, looking back at him. "Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I gotta get back to trainin', sweetheart. I ain't gettin' paid for nothin'," he chuckled, smiling innocently at the small frown on your face. "What're you poutin' for?"

"Can't we do one more lap? It was kinda relaxing," you requested, shrugging.

He narrowed his eyes, seeming rather confused at the question. "Well, you can always do it on yer own time. It is your horse, after all. I was just tryin' be a gentleman. You looked lonely," he answered.

"I was," you mumbled, looking back at the house. He furrowed his brows at the comment, but you continued speaking before he replied. "I ain't gonna have time to learn myself. I'll pay you."

"Oh, no, you ain't gotta do that. I- Are you askin' me to teach you, darlin?" He asked, and you gave a small nod, bringing a slight smile to his face. "That's awfully sweet of ya, but I ain't sure how your brother'd feel 'bout me takin' his little sister out on horseback. If you got hurt, I wouldn't-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you cut off, and the cowboy left his mouth slightly open, giving you an almost frustrated glare. You sat up all the way and turned back to him, reaching for his chin with your hand, but he stopped you before you could pull him into a kiss.

"Sweetheart, this really ain't a good idea. I- I don't mean to be rude, you're a fine lookin' lady, but I really do respect yer brother, and-"

"Just kiss me," you grumbled, pulling him closer again, and this time he didn't resist your tug. You leaned towards him until your lips were on his, and you closed your eyes, unable to keep yourself from smiling as you felt a hand on your hip.

After a moment, he pulled away, blinking at you with an almost empty gaze. You held it, remaining silent as he processed the interaction. And then he tugged you closer and kissed you again, gently squeezing your waist. He held it for much longer this time, to the extent where you had to be the one to break it off, catching your breath as he chuckled. "I take it you're wantin' more?"

"Preferably," you replied, and the brunette smiled. He placed his other hand on your waist and guided your leg back over the saddle, helping you off of the horse as your boots hit the dirt. You looked up at him with a frown, but he shook his head.

"Relax, I ain't one to leave a lady unsatisfied," he reassured. His fingers snuck under his hat and he removed it, setting it on your head instead. "Run along inside, I'll get this gal back in 'er stable and we can... talk about payment options," he teased. Your frown turned into a smirk as you climbed back over the paddock fence, and he dipped his head, shifting back onto the main seat of the saddle as he guided the horse towards the gate.

After watching him for a moment longer, you turned around and headed back into the house, a satisfied grin on your face. Sure, you didn't know how to ride horses, but you did know how to ride cowboys. Maybe it was time for him to learn a thing or two.

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Thristy thursaday you say? How about possesive Peter who sometimes just get’s worked up by his own imagination and has to fuck you to remind both himself and you that you are his?

Why does this scream Mob!Peter, let's write some Mob!Peter bc he gives me brainrot 18+, also we got some Daddy and breeding kink here. Don't like that? Don't read it.

You hated these dinner parties.

Peter knew that.

He always tried to make them tolerable for you by buying what dress or jewelry you wanted, as well as never staying longer than needed.

You knew it was important that the two of you were here. It was part of maintaining control, an image, a reputation.

You just couldn't listen to Betty Brandt rant about her neighbor's lawn anymore.

"I'll be right back, just need to refresh my drink," you said with no intention of returning. She'd find someone to ramble to soon enough.

After refilling your wine glass, you leaned against the wall, taking in the party. In the corner, you could see your husband talking to several 'colleagues'. You could tell the conservation had to do with business, given Peter's harden expression.

"Nice party, right?" A voice interrupted your gazing of Peter.

You turned to see a young man standing next to you, wine glass in hand. He looked vaguely familar- most likely a new hire.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice," You said dryly, turning your attention back to Peter, who was still talking to his men.

"You know, I'm amazed at how they're always having to talk business. Even when it's after hours." Did this kid not know who you were?

"Some things can't wait. Tends to happen a lot with this line of work," You continued to sip your wine, your eyes zoned in on Peter.

"I just think it's impolite. It's best to live in the now, take it all in. " The man reminded you of those guys who took one philosophy class and declared themselves to be the next Aristole.

You turned to face him, keeping your wine glass close to your face (which conveniently was being held by your left hand).

"I just also think it's much more enjoyable to talk to new people....beautiful people." You began to clink your ring finger against the glass.

Either the kid was just brazen or absolutely daft, considering your engagement and wedding rings were hard to miss.

"That Watson girl over there models," You motioned over to the redhead who was talking to a group.

"I don't really go for models," He scoffed, "Between you and me, they tend to be pretty shallow."

"Oh, she's actually quite lovely," you paused, "I know because we used to model together."

The panic in the man's eyes made your sip of wine extra delicious.

"Oh, so uh...what do you do now?" He asked, now quite nervous.

Before you could answer, you felt a large hand place itself on your hip. Another hand grabbed the wine glass out of your hand.

"Jason, my wife's wine glass needs to be refilled. You can do that, right?" Though it had been phrased as a question, Peter made it quite clear 'no' was not an option.

The now nervous Jason quickly grabbed your glass, avoiding eye contact. As he walked away, you looked at your husband.

"You interrupted a very stimulating conversation," you remarked, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Peter ignored your remark, his eyes taking all of you in, "Follow me."

"For what?"

"I said, follow me," He hissed in your ear, the grip he had on your hip tightening. The dominance sent heat straight to your core.

You simply nodded your head, following your husband out of the living room, down the hallway. You were disappointed to be lead to a room, rather than the front door.

Peter opened the door, motioning for you to step inside. You obeyed, walking in first. He quickly followed you.

It was some study. A couple of bookshelves, a nice mahagony desk, a chair that looked quite comfortable. The sudden click of a lock turning broke you out of your thoughts.

Oh.

So that's what he wanted.

"Get on your knees." You thought about making some bratty remark. Considered telling him to make you.

But the hunger in his eyes told you that wasn't the best idea.

You sunk down to the carpet, thankful there was some cushioning for your knees. The sight of your husband undoing his tie as he walked over to you made you clench your thighs.

Peter stood in front of you, armed crossed, his clothed erection now at eye level. You looked up at him, waiting.

"Go ahead."

Your hands reached up to his crotch, unbuttoning his pants. You made quick work of freeing his cock. You wrapped a hand around the base, leaning forward to-

"Did I say you could do that?" Peter asked sternly. You shook your head, removing your hand.

"Who do you listen to?" Peter's hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up.

He was in a mood.

Good thing you knew how to fix that.

"Y-you, Peter. Only you," You shifted from one leg to another, trying to soothe the ache between your legs.

He smirked, "That's right. Now suck."

You wasted no time taking Peter into your mouth, going as far as you could without gagging. It was so sudden, he nearly stumbled backwards. You used your free hand to grip his hip.

"Fuck, baby...." He was breathless, "Such a good mouth. And all mine."

You did your best to nod as you continued to bob your head up and down on his cock. The groans and grunts coming out of Peter's mouth went straight to your core.

"Stop," He ordered. You pulled his cock out of your mouth, dropping your hands. You looked up at him, waiting for the next set of directions.

His hand cupped half of your face, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. Your lipstick was most likely smeared but who cared at this point?

"Who's good girl are you?"

"Y-your's, Daddy." Judging by the grin on Peter's face, it was safe to assume he was pleased to hear you refer to him by his favorite bedroom nickname.

"Why don't you bend over that desk so Daddy can remind you that no one else can fuck you so well?"

You nodded your head, standing up. You slowly walked over to the desk, gripping the edge as you bent over.

In a matter of seconds, you felt two hands all over your body. Your chest, your throat, your ass, your thighs. Peter's hands finally landed on the hem of your dress, pulling it up towards your hips.

"You've been walking around this whole party with no underwear?" He pulled you so your back was against his chest.

"F-for you. Wanted to surprise ya," you somehow managed to get out with Peter's hand gripping your throat. The cool metal of his rings provided additional pressure.

"Ya liked it when that kid tried to flirt with ya?" You shook your head.

"N-no! Only want you, D-Daddy." You gasped at two of his fingers entering you.

"You're so fucking wet, I don't even have to prep ya. How'd I get so lucky?"

You saw me on a billboard and somehow got my Manager's number, is what you wanted to say. But that wouldn't get you his cock.

"P-please fuck me. Want ya s'bad, Daddy," you didn't care that you were whining. The ache between your legs was burning you alive.

Peter bent you over the desk, entering you in one smooth motion.

You yelled at the sensation of him filling you up instantly. Half of Peter's men had already heard you two fucking from the countless "breaks" he took during meetings at your house. Their wives would give you a dirty look at the next dinner party and then stay silent about it.

Peter pulled out of you, slamming back in to create an unrelenting pace. You gripped the edge of the desk, desperate to steady yourself.

"Ya like it when Daddy fucks you nice and hard?"

You nodded your head, a gasp escaping when you felt his cock brush up against that sweet spot.

"Love it s'much. Feels s'good." It was difficult to tell if you were drunk from the alcohol or your husband's cock, or both.

"You're mine. All mine."

"All your's D-Daddy."

"Maybe I should fuck a baby into ya. Make everyone know that only I get to fuck this amazing cunt." His words sent you closer and closer to the edge.

"Ya want that?" Peter tugged on your ponytail, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at him.

"Yes! P-please. Want it s'bad. Want your cum s'bad." Your moans continued as you felt two of Peter's fingers begin to circle your clit.

"Then come on Daddy's cock. Show me how bad ya want it."

The sound that escaped your lips was animalistic. Your orgasm knocked you over like a wave in the ocean. If it wasn't for Peter's arm wrapped around your waist, you probably wouldn't be able to stand.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," You heard Peter mumbled as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

With a gutteral groan, Peter's hips stilled as he came inside of you. The two of you stood there, holding onto each other as you tried to catch your breath.

"Ya really meant that? About wanting a baby?" He whispered. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice- something only you got to see.

You titled your head back, bringing one of your hands up to caress the back of his neck.

"You're the only person I want to have kids with. No one else."

He pressed a chaste kiss against your lips. You could feel the smile spreading across his face.

"We should...we should call your doctor. Get that IUD taken out," He said when he broke away.

You chuckled, "We should clean up first."

"Yeah, I think I have a handkerchief in my pocket," Peter looked around, locating the jacket that was halfway across the room.

"Well, if anything drips onto the carpet, we'll just blame Jason," He said, chuckling as he prepared to pull out of you.

"Peter!"

"What?"

#my writing #peter parker oneshot #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker au #was gonna post it tomorrow but #i got impatient oops

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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can i req jax x reader angst? o-(-( been brainrotting on this idea for so long now; jax goes a little overboard with his joke or prank and reader gets upset by it.. but he doesnt really approach reader to say sorry for a while because he doesnt really know how to? so it worsens the situation? thank uuu!!!!

Severed ties (jax x reader)

There will be NO!!!! Comfort here!!! I want pain!!

Written this as platonic !!

Not proof read and written on mobile!! Yahoo!!

Honestly I love writing angstier stuff, like

Idk I like exploring the topic and the feelings

Jac in general does not seem like the type of person to apologize. It hurts his pride and ego, and really in his eyes everything he does is "all in good fun", or as a means to entertain... himself, mostly

What, is he supposed to apologize because his little joke made someone upset? That's his thought process, I think. Like unless there are huge consequences or he is actively trying to better himself I really don't think he would give a sincere apology, you know?

Like imma be so real here, I know I usually portray jax as a prankster but so far he's worse than that. He has pushed gangle at least twice (in the pilot, and in her tailer), he stepped on her mask and knowing him I wouldnt be surprised if it was on purpose. He just. Ripped zoobles arm off (like yeah sure it doesnt look like it hurts and it can be reattached, but its the idea that he just disrespects them like that), throwing a bowling ball at kinger, ect ect ect

Like I think I down play how mean jax can be

I think a lot of this is caused by the digital world; given that hes probably gotten way too comfortable with the fact you cant get severely injured in the digital world or hahe any long lasting physical damage, you know?

Anyways onto the actual request

I think it's less likely to happen if this is a romantic relationship because I think at that point in time you guys respect each other enough to not be goofy and communicate stuff. As well as this, this prompts jax to try to tone it down.. can also see this happening if you guys are close friends

So really this can only happen if you guys are only like. Normal level friends, because otherwise jax at least learns remorse and tries to be less. Uehdjcf.. you know?

Like I love jax as a character and I enjoy writing him but I'm realizing just how assholish he is based on the pilot

Honestly to be friends with jax you're going to have to be able to have some kind of tolerance to his more tame everyday stuff... imma be nice and assuming the stuff he does above isnt in his usual league of asshole-ness... or maybe it is? I dunno

But some prank he pulls goes too far, and he laughs at you. Probably takes to down play it if you're actually upset, trying to dismiss it as a good ol fashion joke

If he gives an apology it's a half assed one

This leads to you not talking to him as much anymore, if at all

In fact, you may even go as far as to avoiding him during IHAs

And you know what

At first he thinks you're just being sour over his little practical joke

But overtime as you continue to bold your ground he starts to... actually feel bad

And if he does ever sincerely apologize, its likely two late

That's also assuming you dont abstract before then

God can you imagine that, I mean what's worse? Never being able to apologize because the person is effectively dead, or apologizing and not being forgiven?

I think this would push jax to try to tone down his antics

Like he wont totally stop, but it will definitely go back to the light hearted fun I like to headcannon it being when he first joined the circus.. before it got all.. meaner..

Boredom does terrible things to someone and given that the consequences of losing your mind in this place are huge.. I can't help but understand jax a little, assuming my headcannon is correct

Though again he might just be an asshole

While your friendship may be dead and buried now, at least jax learned a lesson that actions do in fact have consequences

And hopefully it sticks

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x you #jax x reader #jax imagine

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silentmoths · 2 years

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*ahem* may this wayward soul request some demon zhongli spice please and thank you? the man IS named after a duke of hell after all-

( go crazy, moth, make this shit kinky )

also hi i'm sliding into your inbox again-

oh bitch you know me so fuckn well, also cheers for this ask keeping me in brainrot hell for several days-

LESSGO-

Demon Zhongli/Morax x Exorcist G/N Reader

NSFW, Ritual sex, fuck or die, Virgin Reader, corruption via sex, sadomasochism

"He is trapped within...we've tried multiple times ourselves to excorcise him but...we simply are not strong enough.." The priest before you sighs, you nod in understanding, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I've never met a demon I could not exorcise, my friend. I will see this beast off." you reassure, the kindly old priest smiles warmly at you, nodding his head.

"Be weary of the beasts wicked silver tongue, may god have mercy."

It's your turn to nod, making your way down the hall and to the heavy wooden doors leading to the room they had managed to contain the demon within, even from out here you can feel the strength of the magics used to keep him at bay...just what on earth had brought such a powerful creature to your world? The room is dark as you enter, lit only by torchlight. Before you sits a man...well, what used to be a man.. if not for the golden horns branching from his head, the dark scalera, the fangs and the long, serpentine tail, tipped with shimmering golden fur, that is.

The demon raises an eyebrow, golden eyes roaming your form, and you shudder.

"State your name, demon." You demand, his lips slowly form into a smile.

"My, my, such spunk from such a little thing...surely they must be scraping the bottom of the barrel if this is all they have left to attempt an exorcism."

you dont respond, he was goading you, you knew that. Demons did so love to try and get a rise out of their captors. if they found a weakness, they'd exploit it. you held no weakness here.

"State. your. name." You repeat again, his grin only widens.

"Zhongli."

"That is the name of the human you have posessed, demon. your real name."

he chuckles, leaning back in his chair. you're sure if it wasn't for the ritual circle drawn around him, he would have already attempted to attack you, this one was smart.

"You should know a demon does not give his name so easily, little one."

"If you want your exorcism to be swift and painless, you should."

'Zhongli' tilts his head back and laughs, cold and malicious. "Oh little thing, you've no idea who I am... how quaint.."

"you are a demon, plain and simple"

"And you are nothing more than an excorcist. you have never been anything else, I can see it in your eyes... you showed promise as a youngster and have been forced to preform these silly rituals for the public's peace of mind since....you are tired, are you not?"

"Silence-"

"You were sold off to the church as a child, you have no friends, do not know your family, the church is all you know, all you are, all you will ever be.-"

"Cease your words-"

"You have so much more potential, so much untapped power, you are who I have sought for millenia."

wait, what?

"What would a demon possibly want with an excorcist?" you shouldn't ask, you shouldn't bite, but after two decades of nothing but the same song and dance every day... 'Zhongli' smiles at you.

"In order for me to tell you, you and I must make a deal-"

"Absolutely not, a deal with a demon? and here I thought you were smart."

"You havent even heard my terms yet, I'm wounded." Said demon simpers, shooting you a glance through his fluttering eyelashes. "Besides, if you come out the victor of my little game, I will answer every question you've ever had about yourself, about your role, your place in life...surely someone of your standing would find that...agreeable?"

Your eye twitches, something about him..his voice you think...is this what the other priest had meant about his silver tongue? You watch as he slowly rises from the chair in the middle of the circle, he's tall, taller than you by atleast a head. Features sharp and...you loathe to admit it, handsome as he slowly steps towards you, the closer he steps, the brighter the sealing circle drawn along the ground glows. He could not breech it...but you could enter and exit freely if you wished. He stops before you, regarding you with those smouldering eyes. Something about them too, seemed very unlike the other demons you'd dealt with in the past. very put-together, no insanity or agression hidden behind them...in fact you couldn't read whatever emotion it was at all.

"Yes, you are very tired of this indeed...I can see it clearly on your face...every day pulled here and there to do a job you never wished to do... what harm is there in hearing my terms, little one? all you must do is endure for one hour, I will not actively attempt to kill you, if you can do that, you will be declared the winner and I will answer all your questions."

An hour? you'd dealt with rituals longer than that...you had a high pain tolerence...it sounded...doable.

'Zhongli' Holds out his hand, open and inviting.

"If you find the terms of victory agreeable, take my hand."

You stare for a moment, what horrible tortures could this demon have planned for you? endure for an hour...it was just an hour..you could last an hour against any sort of demonic torture... with a slow exhale, you reach into the circle and place your hand in his.

---- This was not what you had expected. You'd expected pain, expected claws rending your flesh...

Not to be suffocating on a demon's tongue, wicked indeed.

The moment you'd taken his hand, he'd pulled you into the circle, his other hand circling your waist as his lips collide with yours. Of all the things you'd seen and experienced in your life, physical intimacy of any kind was...not one of them.

Soon enough you were straddling his lap, his tail coming around to wrap around you, hold you to his chest as he kisses the air from your lunghs, his inhumanly long tongue working it's way into your throat.

It should be horrifying, you should be fighting back.

so why then, did it feel so...nice? Strong hands holding you, your senses being assulted and overpowered in such strange ways, you'd seen horrible things, felt fear and disgust...but this...what was this?

Whenever you have the courage to crack an eye, he's staring at you through half-lidded eyes, glowing gold in the dim light, along with the tips of his hair and his horns, it almost looked holy...almost.

You should be sputtering and gasping for air when he finally retracts his tongue, shoving him away, but your body only falls limp in his grasp.

"mmh, as I thought...you've never felt the pleasures of flesh before...how wonderful...such honest reactions.." His lips pull into a toothy grin, which only serves to make you look away. "You are exactly as I had hoped, little one...come now, we've barely even started."

He's back on you before you can respond, teeth grazing your throat as his hanss tear away at your robes, the coil of his tail tightening to prevent squirming as soon as he has acess to your exposed chest.

No one had ever touched you like this before. it was scary and overwhelming, yet another half of you, half that you didn't even know existed, ached for it. pushing yourself up into his hands, eliciting a purr from the demon, gasping rather audiably as his fingers find your nipples and give both of them a harsh pinch.

"mmhm, seem's we're a little slut for pain, is that it?" his vulgar words send your head spinning. you weren't a slut...you were holy, better than this for sure...yet you only let out a pathetic whine in response. "What's the matter, little exorcist, demon got your tongue?"

"S-silence, beast..." god you hate the way your voice cracks, you hate even more so the lewd moan that leaves your lips when he leans forward, one hand and his tail holding you steady as his head dips low to take one of your abused nipples into his mouth, his hand giving the other attention as he bites down, you feel his fangs pricking into your skin as you jolt and writhe, hands finally finding an anchor point, his horns, gripping at them tightly as your body betrays you with more wanton moaning.

You felt dizzy, sick with desire and lust. thing's you'd always been told were sinful and wrong...but why then did it feel so right? so good? you dont even resist as his hand trails from your chest and into the waistband of your underwear, prodding at your entrance curiously, all while you gasp and arch your spine, you aren't even sure if it's to get away from his touch at this point.

"you know...it occurs to me that you didn't even ask about what I get if you surrender..." 'zhongli' mumbles against your collarbone, his comment makes your brain finally switch on for a moment, he was right...you hadn't asked...and internally you try to reason that it was simply because you expected your fate to be death if you gave in...

"what...what is it you want...?"

He chuckles, slowly kissing up your neck until he's looking you in the eyes, the black scalera really highlighting just how bright his iris' were.

"I want you. I want you to be mine...you hold such impressive power...you'd make such a wonderful bride. Be mine and I would turn you and you could finally take your vengence on those who never gave you any other choice but to blindly follow a god you do not believe in."

his words leave you trembling. How? How had he already known your deepest secret? even with all you'd seen in your years being trained and worked by the church...you'd never once believed their god was real..how could he be if there were demons like this one running around?

"Surrender to me...you will never know fear or pain again...only pleasure" He pushes as he slowly works two of his fingers inside of you. your tongue feels thick in your mouth and your throat dry, so you simply clamp your teeth shut. An hour, you only had to last an hour.

'Zhongli' doesn't seem upset by this at all, even as he shifts off the chair finally, laying you out on the cool stone floor, tail unwinding from your waist just to his hand could replace it's hold, keeping you there.

Faintly you realize, that with the light of the torch illuminating him from behind, and the glow of his horns...he almost looks like he has a halo... like he could be an angel, if it werent for the hunger in his eyes.. or the blunt head of his cock rubbing against you.

"Will you submit to me?" he asks again, voice and gaze entierly too tender for your liking. this was meant to be torture to endure...and endure it you would. So you turn your gaze away, throwing an arm over your eyes, he'd never said anything about you having to watch what he was doing. Again, he doesn't seem upset or angry, the demon only chuckling as he takes his time slowly rubbing against your hole before slowly pushing inside.

You expect pain, but the sting is only superficial, even for someone as large as he is...perhaps it's something to do with the warm, tingling feeling eminating from the hand on your belly.

viriginity stolen by a demon...and not even that unwillingly given...how sinful.

The demon above you lets out a gutteral, pleasured groan as he continues to slowly thrust his cock into your belly, slow, but inevitable, steady and unfaltering even when you twist or whine, a low ache slowly curling through you, not unbearable in the least.

Finally your bodies slot together and you let out a breath you'd not realised you'd been holding. you feel...full, impossibly so, it's enough to make your toes curl as you slowly peek out from behind your arm. The demon is watching you intently, curiously as you take in your situation, eyes slowly travelling from his face, lower and lower until you finally look to the spot between your legs where you're both joined. Only then does he thrust once, deep and hard, knocking the breath from your lungs.

Just like that it's like a switch flips inside of 'Zhongli', one of his large hands grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head, his other hand gripping your hip, pulling you down onto him with each consecutive thrust of his hips, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot you'd never known existed within your body. He was so deep you could have sworn he might as well have been in your belly as you moan and cry, head thrashing from side to side as he bullies your insides so sweetly.

"Doesn't sinning feel simply wonderful?" He grunts, folding over to cage you beneath his warm body, chests pressed together, his heartbeat is erratic against your skin. "I can give you pleasure whenever you desire, simply submit to me...become mine and I will give you all you deserve, all you are owed, become mine.."

this kind of pleasure...whenever you wanted it? No more church? no more lessons and training? no more being 'pure' for a god you didn't believe in...?

"what...what could I possible provide you if I were to...submit?" you finally manage to pant, Zhongli blinks down at you, his head tilting as a fond smile pulls to his face.

"I have been searching for millenia for a companion to match my power, together we would become untouchable...no more fear or pain... All I want is you..."

"And...how can I trust you?" There was something building in your gut, a...tightness you'd never felt before as he angles his thrusts slightly, absolutely crushing one particular spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

"Morax." He whispers against your ear almost reverently, hand releasing your wrists to run through your hair "My name...My name is Morax..."

Morax...your eyes widen as the name settles into your mind...you knew that name, and it becomes apparent as to why any exorcism performed on 'Zhongli' had failed.

Morax was a demon lord, known for his human disguises, he hadn't posessed zhongli, he was zhongli.

and he had just told you his name, willingly.

Now was your chance, with his name, you could banish him, deal or not...and yet... you can't bring yourself to utter the chant, to send this one back to the pits from whence he came.

"I am yours...I submit...take me away from this place." your words are followed by a long moan as he bites into your shoulder, his hips jerking slightly, unable to keep up a steady rhythm as his arms wrap around you, pulling you up and into his lap as he falls back, back resting against the chair as he all but bounces you on his cock and gods- it felt so good to finally let go, moaning freely as that warm, tingling feeling from earlier only spreads. You only just manage to chant the words to dispell the sealing circle before that tightness in your belly finally snaps, your first ever orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire, making you scream and clench around morax's cock. "Yes...yes...Mine, mine forever, we are bound...take it, take my seed and become mine!" Morax is babbling but you don't have it in you right now to care, not when your body felt like it was on fire, the burn is bright, fritzing across your nerves as moraz lets out a growling moan, pulling you as snug into his lap as he can before spilling inside, even his seed it hot, and it sends the burning feeling up a few notches, causing you to cry out and writhe with what little strength you had left in you, but just like he had this entire time, he holds you steady until it becomes too much and you pass out, slumping against his shoulder.

Only once he's had a minute to catch his breath and admire you does he finally pull his softening cock out of you, he's dressed within seconds, carefully bundling his new bride into his arms, you would look so very lovely, draped in golden silks, sat upon hells throne with him...

He catches sight of the priest who had managed to trap him within the room as he strides from the church, cowering in fear, as he should.

For once his darling had acclimated to her new powers, he was sure they would want to return to pay respects.

#silentmoth writes #moth is not silent #silentmothasks #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #Zhongli x reader smut #holy shit this one was long oops

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tonicandjins · 1 year

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owtft: it's not worth it if i lose my one-way ticket for two

characters: wonwoo/reader

chapter summary: an introduction to wonwoo and y/n.

warnings: none. just wonwoo brainrot. this is an introduction to my new series: one-way ticket for two.

disclaimer: names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. i do not claim to own or to have invented any copyrighted characters or concepts that i write about.

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Jeon Wonwoo cannot keep his ass on the airport seating, and Jeonghan watches in amusement, snickering while the younger one stands abruptly when someone from gate 3 walks out of the exit door, only to sit back down, disappointed, when he realizes it’s an airport staff.

“Wonwoo, calm down,” Jeonghan says, scrolling through his phone, back relaxed unlike Wonwoo. “You’ll know when her plane lands.”

Wonwoo is holding a piece of paper he randomly took from his secretary’s desk—a messy “WELCOME HOME, Y/N” written scribbled on the white canvas. Sighing, Wonwoo looks at his reflection from his locked phone, trying to remember if you liked his hair better if it’s parted in the middle or if it’s styled lazily. The second option sounds better, so he reaches up, ruffling his hair, completely ruining his gelled-up hair. Jeongan laughs beside him, and Wonwoo could only imagine what’s going through the older one’s mind.

He knows what Jeonghan thinks, and Wonwoo might not be able to deny it at this point, but here it is: Jeonghan thinks Jeon Wonwoo is completely, totally, disgustingly, over-the-fucking-moon in love with you. Jeonghan thinks it’s ridiculously impossible how someone like Wonwoo could keep these feelings bottled for so many years now (though Wonwoo would like to oppose that thought, because these feelings have never been bottled—they have never been kept in secret, always worn up in his sleeves) and how someone like you could be so oblivious (this, Wonwoo ponders, may be right or wrong, but his self-esteem wins over him most of the time, hence he believes that you’re not oblivious—you’re just not interested). Jeonghan thinks Wonwoo should confess and give himself a happy ending. It’s the perfect love story, Jeonghan would say.

And Wonwoo sometimes thinks that yes, it would be the perfect love story.

Y/N and Wonwoo. Wonwoo and Y/N: Two peas in a pod. A tight knit. Knowing each other like the back of their hands. A buy one, get one kind of deal. Where one is, the other would follow. And everyone and their moms know that it has always been like that, will always be like that.

You and Wonwoo, being born on the same year, had been inseparable since both in the playground and at his parents’ annual company dinner. Your parents and his have been working together since their 20s when Wonwoo’s father wanted to lead a start-up in tech, and your parents were his first investors with all 213,000 KR won from their savings account. You and Wonwoo had always believed that your parents had it all planned out—bear children on the same year so that they can take over the now successful Jeon and Co. Ltd.—but they had always denied it, saying that it’s the universe who made it happen and that perhaps your families have always been meant to go through life together (and when they say this, you and Wonwoo would always gag at how cheesy they are).

Sending both of you to the same school from kindergarten until high school had been an easy decision for your parents. It was pretty convenient, because they hired only one chauffeur for the both of you, driving you and him to and from school until you were about 19. Where Wonwoo went, you were present, and it’s always been the same the other way around.

Everything else was starting to be different when puberty hit the two of you—but you and him always remained the same. Jeon Wonwoo gathered a bunch of groupies (as you would call the girls and boyswho threw themselves at Wonwoo) and you had several fanboys yourself. Clubs were recruiting you and him left and right, knowing full well that your parents will most likely fund whatever club you and him decide to join in, and for some time, high school was loud and crazy for you and Wonwoo, but just like the rest of your lives, there is really nothing you can’t survive as long as you two had each other.

College, well, it was a different story.

Wonwoo had college admissions knocking on his door as early as junior year in high school, so it was pretty difficult to choose a university to enroll to. Being the son and possible inheritor of Jeon and Co Ltd, of course, any university would kill to have their names written on his educational background. In the end, Seoul National University won among all, after months of deliberation and multiple discussions with his parents. He finished his bachelor’s degree at 22, his MBA at 24, and is now contemplating whether a PhD in business is beneficial or a waste of time considering that he’s working closely with your parents to understand the company better on an international standpoint.

You, on the other hand, did not need to think twice when you received your admission letter from New York Academy of Art. As soon as summer ended after high school, you were on the first flight to New York.

Wonwoo had always known he had feelings for you, but he honestly cannot remember when it had started. Sometimes he thinks he’s been in love with you since you and him were born because he cannot remember a time in his life when he wasn’t. There was no eureka moment. No holy shit, I’m in love with her punch right across his face when you were walking down the stairs on prom night years ago. No oh no, I’m in love with her, I can’t believe I realized it two minutes before her flight takes off kind of feeling before you left.

Jeon Wonwoo simply cannot remember what it’s like not being in love with you.

Unlike everyone when they realized he had always liked you more than a best friend should, Wonwoo isn’t so surprised with these feelings he’s had. But as much as he is sure, the same amount is his fear to tell you.

He had planned, for years, but the timing was never right.

He was supposed to tell you on prom night when you and him were dancing (conveniently) to Can’t Help Falling In Love, but Soohyun, one of your friends, had accidentally poured her drink on your dress while she was chasing her boyfriend in the middle of the god damn dance floor.

Wonwoo was supposed to tell you on graduation day, but yours and his parents were there, and Hansung from the other section confessed first. You had shyly declined the guy (thank Jesus), and Wonwoo thought it wasn’t good timing to confess now when you just rejected someone.

There were countless happenstances when Wonwoo had the courage to confess, but he likes to think that the timing always messed up his plans. But if Jeonghan was being real, as always, he would say Wonwoo is just a coward.

But contrary to popular belief, confessing is not worth it if he loses his onе-way ticket for tw

A perfect love story, as Jeonghan would say, like your lover waiting for you at the airport after months of not seeing each other, and finally, you are here to stay (Wonwoo hopes).

A perfect scene, Wonwoo thinks, but he brushes it off. It’s not the time to confess. You are coming home. He is in love with you, but he doesn’t think it’s something you would want to know after being away from Seoul for years.

“It should be any minute now, right?” Wonwoo asks, checking his wristwatch. It says it’s 1:32 PM, which is a little too early based on the time stamp from when you had sent a message last night, just before the plane took off. Wonwoo suddenly decides that you might not like his hair messed up, so he sighs, reaching up again to style his hair back to how It was, but now it’s too late because it’s already too messed up.

“Calm down, Wonwoo,” Jeonghan repeats, and he thinks it’s all he’s been saying for the past two hours (yes, Wonwoo insisted that they wait two hours before your flight lands).

After moments of repeating the same god damn sentence, Wonwoo hears it. Finally.

The doors from gate 3 opens, finally, after what seems like hours of waiting.

Wonwoo stands behind a barricade, with Jeonghan trailing closely behind him. His hand gripping the piece of paper that looks a little crumpled now; Wonwoo contemplates if he has time to ask a stranger for a piece of paper and re-write his welcome home message for you, but here you are.

You catch him off guard when you run to him, leaving your luggage cart rolling by itself, and throw your arms around him, the barricade still in between your bodies. Wonwoo drops the piece of paper, can barely grasp the fact that you’re hugging him right now, his eyeglasses holding on for dear life.

It may sound exaggerating but Wonwoo thinks his heart just did a fucking cartwheel inside his ribcage.

Jeonghan watches the scene from behind. The perfect love story, indeed.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #best friend wonwoo #wonwoo series #wonwoo fic #seventeen fics #seventeen scenarios #svt wonwoo #tonicandjins

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zukkaoru · 5 months

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for the drabble prompts: “I always thought the choice was mine / and I was right / but I just chose wrong” from the laurel hell lyric prompt list for any character(s) you want!!

i debated which character/s to write for this for a bit but ultimately i had to go with nikolai bsd because i think this line fits him very well. uhh sorry jupiter ik you don't know bsd but i have very bad brainrot. also this isn't edited bc i don't feel like it right now

(prompt requests are still open)

warnings: heavy religious imagery & symbolism, character death/dismemberment (#just fyolai things) word count: 602

Fyodor’s hands have always been cold. This was true when he was alive, when Nikolai grabbed hold of him and the only thing separating skin from skin was a pair of stolen gloves, thin enough to allow the iciness of Fyodor to seep through into Nikolai. And it is true now when all that remains of Fyodor is a severed arm, when Nikolai cradles the dismembered limb to his face and each finger is a lifeless icicle caressing his cheek.

This is what he wanted.

Congratulations, Dazai told him. Fyodor is dead. You did it. You killed the unkillable, you transformed yourself into Judas by choice. You brought the thirty pieces of silver to the men who wanted him dead, placed the proper tools in Dazai’s hands, and turned your back while he was crucified. You did it.

You proved your own free will.

You chose this.

Behind him, Dazai and Chuuya murmur to one another—about their friends back in Japan, about administering the antidote, about Dazai’s injuries, about Sigma. They talk about Sigma like Dazai is the only one who has ever cared about them. Like Nikolai didn’t save them from death, like Nikolai isn’t the only reason they were here and Dazai was able to use them in this game. Thirty pieces of silver. Thirty coin bombs never detonated.

Jesus was executed with two other men, one on either side, men who actually deserved the punishment they faced. To hang on a cross and slowly bleed out, nails through their hands, nails through their feet, their suffering on display for all to see.

Fukuchi is dead in Yokohama, if Dazai’s intel is to be believed. Sigma will never wake, if Fyodor’s words were true.

Which one of them begged for forgiveness in their final moments, and which died still rotting in their sins? Does it matter? They are gone and Nikolai is still breathing and this was his choice. This was his choice. This was his choice.

But Judas took his own life after betraying the one he loved.

Fyodor’s hand is cold. If he raises in three days’ time, Nikolai will be long gone. The Savior has the power to raise the dead, but why waste your time on someone who sold you out for thirty stray coins? Nikolai knows the stories; he grew up having them carved into his flesh each Sunday. He knows who lives, who is resurrected, who is redeemed. And he knows who turns traitor, then lets his grief and shame consume him, and is never mentioned again.

But Judas didn’t have a choice. Judas was merely a pawn in God’s perfect plan. Nikolai chose this.

Nikolai wanted to be free, so he took Fyodor’s life in his own hands and he made the choice and he has proven that no cage can hold him inside. No imitation of God can control his whims. He is free by no hand besides his own, but there is something inescapable forming in his chest that calls itself grief, and Nikolai is beginning to fear escaping one cage only leads you into another.

He always believed it was his choice, to bring about Fyodor’s death. He believed in his own free will, and he saw his plan through to its end. He was right—there is such thing as the existence of choice, because Fyodor is dead and his arm is clutched in Nikolai’s hands and no one sane would choose to kill the only person who ever understood them.

The choice was always Nikolai’s.

But now that the irreversible has come to pass, he fears he chose wrong.

#fyolai #bsd #nikolai #nikolai gogol #fyodor #bungou stray dogs #sorry if this makes no sense i literally just wrote all of it except the first two and a half sentences in the last ~20 minutes #also don't ask why it switched to second person for a sec i literally have no idea #sometimes i just write and things happen #i'm probably not gonna remember a single word of this by tomorrow i will not lie to you #anyway!! jupiter!! ty for the ask!!#elli tag #grace's writing tag

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gerrystamour · 1 year

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for all of us who've seen the light (salute the dead and lead the fight)

Notes: So I'm doing a rewatch of Stranger Things, as I do every once in a while, and I'm well and truly trapped in Stranger Things brainrot, so please have a fanfiction from me for the first time in literally years at this point. And it's not smut?! Rated T for language mostly. I had it rated G but then I doubted it and bumped it up a level. And yes, this mostly turned into a bit of having Steve interact more with characters we don't usually see him interacting with one-on-one. It is very self-indulgent.

It was a couple weeks after Starcourt when Steve insisted on hosting a pool party.

It was partly to get everyone together one last time before the Byers and El moved away, and also just… to have a reason to all be in one place that wasn’t the end of the world. It was something he tried to do before, but no one seemed to go for it. This last narrow escape from certain death seemed to do the trick though.

Steve spent the week leading up to the party painstakingly cleaning the pool and getting the levels figured out. He hadn’t used his pool in years, and he knows his parents haven’t used it either. Obviously, he took enough care of it that it wasn’t absolutely disgusting, but it still needed a bit of work. Robin came over a lot to help, which was mostly her sitting and watching Steve work. It was nice having the company. It kept his mood up, unlike when he was left alone in his backyard.

On the day of the party, Steve went grocery shopping to get a bunch of food to throw on the grill, chips, and soda. He also grabbed several boxes of Eggos and a bunch of cans of whipped cream.

On his way back home, he picked Robin and Dustin up, and the conversation was bright and excited. Steve was in great spirits, singing out of tune to the music on the radio, getting louder and serenading Robin dramatically as she wailed for him to shut up. He didn’t even care if it made Dustin more obnoxious with his belief they were dating, because Robin was grinning bigger than she had in weeks.

Nancy arrived at Steve’s at the same time, and Mike, Lucas, Max, and Erica all poured out of her car. The kids swept through the front door and straight out the back, barely taking the time to strip down to their bathing suits before jumping in.

Steve was still organizing the chips into bowls when Jonathan arrived with Will and El. He was full of apologies for being a bit late. Steve waved him off.

“If you want to make it up to me, take these out to the dipshits,” he says, holding the bowls of chips out to Jonathan.

Sure enough, Jonathan was immediately mobbed by a bunch of soggy teenagers the moment he stepped outside with food.

“When are you coming outside?”

Steve jolts at the soft, but direct voice, and turns to find El watching him from the doorway to the kitchen. She clearly hasn’t been in the pool yet, but from what he understands, Steve isn’t sure how much she likes swimming.

“I will in a bit, I’m just getting stuff ready,” Steve reassures her, then he gives her a secretive little smirk. “I picked something up for you…”

The excited expression on her face brought a proper grin to Steve’s, and he went about making her a triple-decker Eggo and whipped cream monstrosity.

“Do you have Reese’s Pieces?” she asks quietly as she looks down at the treat with an expression that was both happy and deeply sad.

“I don’t think I do, but I have M&M’s. Is that okay?” he asks, going to the cupboard and grabbing a bag.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Steve,” El replies, and the two of them share the treat.

When Steve finally comes outside with the hamburger patties and cheese slices, everyone hollers at him for taking so long.

“Hey, if any of you brats want to eat, you better be nice to me. I was inside making these puppies from scratch,” Steve snipes back as he sets up at the grill, ignoring the kids while they whine at him for not getting in the pool too.

“C’mon, Steve, this party was your idea and you’re not even going to swim?” one of the kids, possibly Mike, says when Steve declines putting off starting the burgers.

“There’s plenty of time for me to still swim with you nerds after we eat,” Steve dismisses the comment. “Besides, I’m having plenty of fun.”

And it was true, he was, even if he hadn’t done any of the playing. He just liked having a house full of people, laughter in his backyard, people for him to feed and tend to. He just liked seeing all the kids in one spot where they were just allowed to be kids. That was enough for Steve.

At some point, Max joins Steve at the grill. She doesn’t say much, only kind of hovering near Steve’s elbow and watching the others play.

“Hey, while you’re standing here, can you help me out?” he asks, fully prepared for Max to scoff and go back to the others now that he’s actually addressed her.

But instead she just shrugs and steps closer. “Sure,” she replies.

Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about Max the most after everything that went down. He could see her struggling with it in the quiet moments between laughter and jokes, and he hoped the kids kept an eye on her. He would do what he could too.

“I’m going to flip the patties now. Once I flip them, can you put a slice of cheese on half of them for me?” he instructs, and she nods and picks up the plate with the slices of cheese laid out.

Once they were done with that and waiting for them to be done, Steve noticed Max hadn’t actually been in the pool.

“Don’t you want to swim?” he asks, again prepared for her to scoff and ignore him.

“I don’t like to swim with my hair down, and my mom wasn’t around to help me braid it properly,” she replies immediately, shrugging.

“Maybe Nancy…?” Steve suggests and Max shakes her head.

“I already asked her. She can’t do it tight enough,” Max answers, and Steve lets out a heavy sigh, looking heavenward.

“After we eat, I’ll braid your hair. How about that?” he offers, and at Max’s deadpan stare he rolls his eyes. “What? Is it really so weird that I would know how to braid hair?”

“Uh, yeah?” Max snorts, and she was starting to smile a bit. “Why would you know how to braid hair?”

“Hey, I know a lot about hair, just in general. They didn’t call me Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for nothing,” he says with an air of dramatic sincerity, and it gets the giggle he was aiming for. Then he nudges her with his elbow. “It’s funny that Nancy can’t do it right, because it was actually Mrs. Wheeler who taught me.”

“When?” Max asks and holds up the plate that used to have the cheese on it when Steve starts removing the burgers from the grill.

“I was at Nancy’s and I was watching Mrs. Wheeler braiding Holly’s hair while we watched TV after eating. I guess I looked interested in learning, so she taught me,” Steve answers as they carry the burgers to the picnic table.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Max huffs another laugh.

About forty-five minutes later, Max was feeling the French-braid Steve did in her hair and she’s reluctantly impressed. When she immediately does a cannonball into the pool, Steve lets himself feel that moment of victory.

“Are you going to swim now, Steve?” Will calls out to him, and Steve glances at the kid.

The lighting changed now, the sun gradually moving closer to sunset, and Steve looked around. Seeing all the dishes out on the picnic table and how they were already attracting bugs, Steve shakes his head. “I need to clean up the dishes first,” he says, and the kids all groan.

“Okay, mom,” Mike groans with a smirk that only gets bigger when the rest of the party laughs, including Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin (that traitor).

“Shut up, all of you are having plenty of fun without me,” Steve gripes teasingly as he collects the plates and carries them inside.

He takes his time cleaning up the dishes, just basking in the sounds of delighted screams and laughter from the backyard. But the sun was getting lower, and he started to feel fidgety. They would be getting out of the pool soon, so Steve goes to the living room to set up for maybe a movie or two before everyone went home.

By the time he steps back outside, the sun is dangerously low, and his chest feels weird. “Okay, how about we go inside, dry off, and watch a movie?” he suggests and everyone starts whining.

“C’mon Steve, we’re still having fun out here!”

“You didn’t even swim!”

“It’s not even dark out yet!”

Steve just cocks a hip and puts his hands on his waist. “It will be dark soon, so that’s a moot point,” he says sternly. “I know I worded it like a suggestion, but what I meant was it’s time to get out of the pool, dry off, and watch a movie.”

Mike makes a weird noise that Steve is fairly certain was meant to be a laugh. “We were joking when we called you mom earlier, you know that right?” he said and Steve opened his mouth to snap back when the lights in the pool flickered to life.

They were on a timer, which Steve had meant to turn off.

But the flash of the lights coming on, right under the kids he was looking at, had him flinching back a bit. He was looking at the kids, but what he was seeing was a brief glance out his bedroom window, someone sitting at the end of the diving board, back-lit by the lights in the pool. Hunched shoulders, an injured hand cradled in a lap, bare feet swishing in the water.

Steve’s shoulders tensed, his eyes stung, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He braves a glance at Nancy, who was just sitting on the edge of the pool with Jonathan and Robin, and she was staring back at him.

“I mean it, shitheads. Out of the pool. I don’t fucking want anyone in here when it’s dark,” he says in a rush, trying to keep his tone even, trying not to yell. Nancy’s expression changes just a bit, but it’s enough for Steve to know she gets it.

“Steve, c’mon—”

“Mike, enough,” Nancy says, and she stands up, offering Jonathan and Robin a hand up. “We’ve been outside all day already. Watching a few movies sounds fun.”

“Wow, Nancy, way to be a killjoy, too.” This time it’s Dustin’s voice, and something in Steve snaps the rest of the way.

“I said get the fuck out of the pool!” Steve yells, like properly yells in a way he never has at the kids. He immediately regrets his outburst when all of the kids flinch and stare at him wide-eyed. Steve’s own heart was racing, and his airway felt painfully tight.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve yelled. Please get out of the pool,” he says much quieter, gentler, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut. “The living room is set up for a movie night. Pick whatever you want, I won’t complain, I’ll be right back.”

With that, Steve turns on his heel and hurries back inside and up the stairs to his room. Once he was there, he knew it was the wrong choice. If he stepped too close to the window, he’d see the pool lit up, people in the pool. His ears are ringing and his vision starts going fuzzy around the edges, black spots moving inward. He needed to get out of his room.

Steve spins around to leave and crashes right into Nancy.

The impact is hard, and should have sent them both spilling into the hallway, but Nancy is deceptively strong for how tiny she is compared to him. She catches him, arms around his middle, and he knows she’s saying something but her voice is muffled and sounds so far away. He drops his face onto her shoulder, and when he blinks, he finds himself sitting on the floor in the hallway.

He’s confused when he realizes that he’s leaning against someone, and that someone has their hand in his hair. It only takes a minute to process what was happening. Nancy was sitting on the floor, leaned back against the wall opposite his room, and Steve was slouched in the V of her legs. She was petting him, which was nice, and he allowed the moment to linger.

It was soft, and gentle, and so genuinely caring that tears spring to Steve’s eyes.

“Did I pass out?” he asks groggily, and the hand in his hair stopped for a second.

“Yeah. You were hyperventilating,” Nancy replies, and resumes the soothing motions. Her voice seemed a bit shaky and weird, but Steve wasn’t sure how much of that was just him recovering from a panic attack.

“I must be crushing you,” Steve says, and now that the softness was wearing off, embarrassment started to flood in.

“I’m fine, Steve,” Nancy insists, and when he goes to sit up, her other arm wraps around his chest firmly. “I said I’m fine, Steve.”

Steve huffs and relaxes back into her, chewing his lip. He tenses when he hears someone coming up the stairs, but when it’s just Robin, he smiles up at her.

“Hey, Dingus,” she breathes, dropping to her knees next to them to hold his hand. He hadn’t even realized he reached out for her. Then to Nancy, she says, “Jonathan got the gremlins in the living room, they’re picking a movie.”

The last of the tension left Steve’s body in a whoosh. No one was in the pool, everyone was inside, everyone was safe. Nancy makes a bit of a grunting noise and shifts Steve’s weight a bit before sighing.

“Seriously, Nance, I can move,” Steve insists again, and he can feel Nancy shake her head.

“I said I was fine,” she repeats firmly.

“How long was I out?” he asks, though he can tell it wasn’t long. He can hear the raised voices of an impassioned debate about movies coming from downstairs, as well as popcorn being made in the microwave.

“Only a minute,” Nancy replies. “Had enough time to get us sitting before you did.”

Steve sighs and nods, squeezing Robin’s hand and leaning into Nancy’s hand in his hair. Robin shifts so she’s sitting next to Nancy, which makes holding her hand more comfortable.

“When was the last time you used your pool, Steve?” Nancy asks quietly, and he grimaces.

“Nance, it’s fine—”

“Can you please just answer the question?” she insists, and Steve huffs. He could never deny Nancy anything, it would seem.

“Since the party,” he admits, and he squeezes Robin’s hand for strength, rubbing his thumb along hers.

“Why did you offer to have a pool party if it was going to be a problem?” Nancy asks next and Steve laughs.

“Honestly, Nance, I didn’t know,” he admits and she makes a disbelieving noise. He tries to sit up, but Nancy holds him back again. “Seriously, Nance, let me up, I want to look at your face when I’m talking.”

There’s a long pause, before Nancy sighs. “If you get up you have to promise to not deflect by trying to take care of me,” she says, and Steve frowns, confused.

“Okay?” he agrees tentatively. When her arm doesn’t budge, he adds, “Okay, I promise.”

When she lets him up, he lets go of Robin’s hand and shifts so he’s against the wall next to his bedroom door. When he looks at Nancy, he’s met with red-rimmed eyes, tears, and her biting her bottom lip to keep it from quivering too much.

“Nance, hey, it’s okay,” he immediately says, and moves to pull Nancy into his arms, and Robin actually puts her hand up to stop him.

“Steve, you promised,” she reminds him, and Steve frowns, sitting back against the wall. With a huff, he grabs one of Nancy’s ankles to put her foot in his lap, and he starts to massage her calf. If he wasn’t allowed to hold her because he made a dumb promise before he knew she was crying, he would do at least that much.

“Fine. Okay, I had this pool party because I didn’t know it was going to be a problem, and it wasn’t until your shithead kid brother started arguing with me,” he says, and Nancy just shakes her head.

“Steve, you avoided being even next to the pool all day. We barely actually saw you outside. You only came out to use the grill and eat, and even then… it was obviously a problem the whole time,” she says, wiping her tears.

“You were also really grouchy sometimes when you were cleaning it. Leading up the party, I mean,” Robin adds quietly.

“I honestly didn’t… know it was a problem for me,” Steve insists quietly, shifting his hands to massage Nancy’s foot now. “I never had to address it, I guess.”

“So, you haven’t known you were upset about Barb for what, two years?” Nancy asks and Steve frowns and shakes his head.

“No, I—I knew I was avoiding the whole pool, and I know I avoided being in my backyard at night, and honestly I never have the pool lights turn on because I can see them from my bedroom window at night—” Steve stops abruptly as the image of Barb on the diving board from his bedroom window flashed before his eyes, and his eyes start to sting again.

“What, Steve?” Nancy pushes, sniffling a bit.

“It—that night, I saw her by the pool. Just for a second from my window. She was just sitting there on the diving board, and I thought about stopping. But I’m a douchebag, obviously, so I didn’t,” Steve says quietly, and it’s the first time he’s said it out loud, even to himself. “I thought about making sure she got home safe, or offering her my guest room. It would’ve taken two minutes to go down and ask her to come inside, but I didn’t.”

“Steve,” Nancy whispers, her face screwing up as more tears fell down her face.

“I wanted to believe so badly that she was actually fine when you couldn’t find her the next day because I couldn’t—Nance, it felt like my fault she disappeared, because I saw her that night,” he continues, dropping his head back against the wall. “And yeah, I latched onto the story that she ran away when it was first brought up. And I know, that meant I was blowing you off and being a complete asshole.”

“You should’ve told me,” Nancy insists, and Steve laughs.

“Nancy, it’s taken three serious head injuries to get me to this point of emotional vol-vulnability?” he stumbles out.

“Vulnerability,” Nancy and Robin supply at the same time, and he laughs and points. It was one of those words he had seen written before, but never said it out loud.

“That’s the word. You couldn’t’ve paid me enough to talk about this back then,” he adds, then sighs. “Then finding out about the Demogorgon just… every night I would see the pool from my window, and I would see Barb sitting there. And then I was having these nightmares about her being taken, from the angle of my window, like I stood there and watched the whole time.”

“I had nightmares, too,” Nancy says, and Steve nods.

“I know, and I wanted to be there for you about them, but the ones about Barb, I just—my guilt about her was so big, I didn’t have enough room for yours, y’know?” he admits, grimacing. “Which sounds fucking awful, honestly, and you were right at the party—”

“Steve, no, don’t. I know exactly what you mean, about the guilt being too big. I shouldn’t have said what I did at the party like that,” she insists, and now she was crawling across the hall to sit next to him, leaning heavily against his shoulder. “We were kids, Steve, and I was being unfair to you.”

“I was being unfair to you, too. I didn’t get why you couldn’t just… put that night in a box like I was trying to, and I kept trying to make you,” Steve says, sighing. “It’s why I fought going to dinner with the Hollands so much. Knowing she was dead and knowing it was my fault… the nightmares were always worse after dinner with the Hollands.”

“It was my fault, too,” Nancy whispers. “She tried to stop me from going upstairs with you, and I told her to just go home—”

“Okay, this is really sweet that you’re both bonding over this, but can I just say something real quick?”

They both jolt and look at Robin, and Nancy opens her mouth to say something, but Steve beats her to it. “Yeah, Robs, go ahead.”

“You both were assholes to Barb that night, there is no denying that, okay?” Robin says, crossing her legs and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

“Gee, thanks, Robin,” Steve snorts, but he is genuinely grateful with how honest Robin is with him.

“You’re welcome, Dingus,” she replies cheerily, before turning serious. “You both could have done something different that night, definitely, but have you considered that maybe, just maybe, that doesn’t actually make her being killed by an interdimensional monster that was let loose and being actively covered up by a shady government entity your fault?”

When she puts it like that, it makes Steve feel very silly about his whole issue, almost embarrassed.

“It’s not that simple, Robin,” Nancy says, and her tone is short in a way that makes Steve a bit defensive of Robin.

“No, I definitely know. Survivor’s guilt is a lot, and I get it. Believe me, I get it, and I’m not even saying that you should come to terms with it right this second, or tonight, or even next week. Just,” Robin pauses with a shrug. “It just seems like you guys have been going in these guilty circles for a year and a half without even considering the alternative. Even you, Nancy, and you’re the one who actually brought Hawkins Lab down.”

“You told her?” Nancy snaps at Steve, though there was no heat to her words.

“Hell yeah, I told her. I told her literally everything, Nance. Especially about how much of a badass you are,” he says proudly, smiling down at her.

“You talk about your ex to your girlfriend?” Nancy says with an eye-roll.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve says exasperated.

“Yeah, strictly platonic,” Robin adds, gagging.

Nancy rolls her eyes, clearly not believing them, and says, “Whatever. I still wish I knew you felt this way. I wouldn’t have… I don’t know.”

“You wouldn’t have dumped me?” Steve asks, and he’s curious. He was well and truly over Nancy, had been for months, but he was curious if being open about his pain would’ve been enough to keep her.

“Maybe? Probably not, though. I would have done it nicer and less drunk,” Nancy replies, and Steve laughs out loud.

“I think the way you did it was for the best, in the long run. Henderson would’ve been eaten by D’art if you didn’t dump me like you did,” he admits, and Nancy pulls back to look up at him.

“What do you mean?” she asks, and Steve realizes he never actually told her exactly how he got involved with the kids.

“Oh, I went to your house to apologize and Henderson was looking for Mike. You weren’t there, obviously, because you were bringing down Hawkins Lab, and neither was Mike,” Steve replies with a shrug. “And Henderson kidnapped me on account of my baseball bat with the nails.”

“That’s actually my bat,” Nancy says, bumping her shoulder into Steve’s.

“I think it’s technically Mike’s even if he never actually touched it,” Steve teases and Nancy giggles at that. He likes seeing her smile, and he’s glad he’s able to be the reason for her to smile again.

“Nance, I want you to know that even with how I kinda freaked out here, I still had fun today. I had a blast, actually, even if I seemed tense,” he says after a bit, and Nancy sniffles and nods.

“Okay, I believe you,” she says quietly, and he can see it in her face that she meant it.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and see which stupid movie the dipshits chose,” Steve suggests and Nancy and Robin both laugh.

“You promised them you wouldn’t complain,” Robin reminds him as she stands and offers him a hand up.

“Of course I did,” he grouses as he pulls Nancy to her feet as well. He startles when she wraps her arms around him tightly, but he immediately has his arms around her shoulders, resting his cheek on top of her head.

“I am sorry, Steve. For saying you didn’t care,” she says, her voice muffled against his chest.

“I was doing a pretty good job acting like I didn’t, Nance,” he reassures her and waits until she was pulling away from the embrace. “Seriously, though, let’s go downstairs.”

“Okay, I just need to use the bathroom first,” Nancy says, wiping her face and Steve nods before he and Robin go down to the living room to join the rest of the party. When Nancy joined them twenty minutes later, she had come in through the patio door off the living room. “Forgot my cardigan outside,” she explains at the puzzled looks thrown her way.

Later, after everyone except Robin had left, Steve was about to head up to bed when he cursed quietly.

“What, what’s wrong?” Robin asks from halfway up the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She was spending the night like she usually did after movie nights, which they both know did nothing to help against everyone’s assumptions that they were dating.

“The lights in the pool. I didn’t turn them off,” he says quietly, dreading the thought of going out there in the actual darkness to deal with it. But he wouldn’t be able to sleep if any amount of that pale, white light came in around the edges of his blinds.

“I’ll go with you, okay? Or I could do it?” Robin offers, coming down the stairs and grabbing Steve’s hand.

“No, I’ll do it, but please come with?” Steve says, taking a deep breath.

When they reach the patio door, they’re both confused to see complete darkness in the backyard. The lights were already off somehow.

“Nancy,” Robin says suddenly, eyebrows high. “When she went outside for her cardigan. She turned off the lights.”

Steve blinks out at the darkness, his eyes wet with emotion, and he nods, smiling. “She must’ve.”

“Kinda sad you two didn’t work out,” Robin says a bit awkwardly as she tugs Steve away from the patio door and back to the stairs.

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head a bit. “I think we’ve worked out just fine,” he says, and for the most part he actually believes it.

[ Also on AO3 ]

#stranger things #stranger things fic #gerry writes #steve harrington

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starsailores · 20 days

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*sees this several days late* If you're in the mood, Vor: 16, 20 (can definitely take "weird" either as intended or as interesting or just off-the-top-of-your-head, for the record) and 24?

i am always in the mood to discuss shades of magic characters, and vor is a fun one to ponder. here we go:

16 - a childhood headcanon: he used to slip away from home and climb the city walls, old buildings, anywhere high enough to give a decent view of the city, and imagine he was looking out from the castle windows. like holland, he always wanted more for his city, but unlike holland, he always knew that the only way to do so would be to rule (and what child hasn't dreamed of being king?). the habit stuck with him as he got older, going from a place to fantasise to a place to think and strategise, and even in adulthood he could be found sitting on rooftops with his antari night by his side.

20 - a (weird) headcanon: since vor spent a lot of time travelling prior to meeting holland and claiming the throne, and he used a translation rune rather than learning other languages, he has adopted a lot of idioms and turns of phrase that he grew used to hearing in maktahn, but that make no sense to anybody else when he is at home. it is something that holland finds both intriguing and endearing, especially when vor pulls out an incomprehensible metaphor in the middle of a heated debate that only he understands. it also gives him a greater appreciation for other societies and their cultures, leading to him being intrigued by kell and arnes, though this is not something he would admit to. he had bigger problems to worry about.

24 - a secret you think they've never told anyone: despite all of his pride and bluster, he always worried that he was not good enough. he built a name for himself for being a ruthless revolutionary, and dubbed himself the winter king as a representation of his desire to be the turning point in makt's growth and recovery, but he was just a man. not to slip into lord huron brainrot, but the balancer's eye has the line 'now i know that i can't lift an old curse, tell me, how does a man change the universe?', and i think that summarises his insecurity in his ability to enact real change. it eats at him at night when he sees his people starving and asking for new blood. but he has to maintain that image of strength, and he still believes fervently in his cause, so he pushes it down and only voices these fears to holland in the form of tired anger.

#i do not discuss vortalis enough in spite of how integral he is to the life of a certain antari #and this was very fun to think about. what a guy he is #adsom #ros vortalis #starsailores.txt

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tanzderwhat · 8 months

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late, but thank you for the tag @dwalendinhetniets ♡ !

subjective best musicals list:

tanz der vampire! always and forever. this show is everything i love in the world and everything i hold very close to my heart. you know how people sometimes say that the things you were obsessed with at age 11 stay with you forever? this was mine! i don’t even have a good explanation as to why i love it so much. the story, the music, the characters, they are all so fun and beautiful and delicious. this might be one of the few stories ever in which i don’t have a favorite character, because i like everybody so much. the first fandom to produce a fanfic that made me cry, the reason for my tumblr username. other musical obsessions might come and go, and temporarily enjoy the honor of being called my favorite, but i live and breathe tdv forever and ever.

rebecca das musical! if i hadn’t discovered tdv first, rebecca would undoubtedly be my forever favorite, but i’m (un)fortunately very loyal to tanz. i’ve spent more time crying over this stupid gay musical than anything else. ich war ihr nah is the most beautiful thing that can happen in under two minutes. nach dir, rebecca? i’m already on the floor sobbing. it is unbelievable how much emotional damage i can receive in the span of three fucking words. danvers is my favorite person to ever exist in fiction. my obsession also peaked at a time in which i was very unstable and stressed, so it’s kind of like a forever coping mechanism for me now. rebecca das musical is also responsible for leading me down the daphne du maurier rabbit hole, which has been incredibly fun; i love her writing style very much, and i have used the book several times on ap english assignments/exams.

elisabeth das musical! if i think about elisabeth for too long, i start thinking about human existence and time and being dead, and then i start to spiral. the most majestic, beautiful, banger music there ever was. everything about der schleier fällt makes me want to scream until my voice is gone, like that is EXACTLY what i imagine dying feels like. the suffering was temporary, and it has all come to an end, and now everything is wonderful again. also, i named one of my teddy bears der tod.

wicked! another one that has a very special place in my heart, the first musical i ever loved, and the first i ever saw. how much of and about it do i remember? very little, i’m afraid. my love, however, is unwavering.

honorable mentions:

der besuch der alten dame because weißt du noch? is one of my most favorite things ever, and this musical just generally made me feel a lot of existential dread :)

phantom of the opera another musical of which i remember very little, but this was a huge obsession in my life when i was 12 ♡

six she’s so fucking fun.

frozen i am not sure if i was just really unstable during my very brief period of obsession, but i remember feeling INSANE every time i thought about this musical.

matilda i cried to revolting children the other day

tagging: any fellow victims of musical brainrot

#tags #musicals #i’ve definitely forgotten some

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smoothshine · 1 year

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Tag game: eight shows to get to know me

I was tagged by @scienceoftheidiot and @goneadrift (thank you!! 🥺💕), and now the deal is that I get to rant about a couple of shows I like, so let's get straight to it!

1. House M.D.

- Knowing how many seasons are there in this show, I think it says something that I purposefully rewatched the full thing several times, and I probably will do it again at some point. Many characters from this series have a special place in my heart, and oh boy do I love myself a good medical drama sometimes. + the different medical cases are just very interesting for me to observe, even though I am by no means a medical specialist, let's say I know a thing or two from this field x)) (and some of you are probably aware of that, ahah)

2. Lethal Weapon

- This one is another one of these shows that I occasionally come back to for a rewatch, the chemistry between two main characters is amazing, and the main plotline is pretty good imo, + it's a classic detective-involving series, where, granted, not every case is super intriguing or complicated, but I think the characters and their development and relationships with each other - all this usually goes first when determining a series that I'll most probably like, and it delivers that part for sure! (Yes I used this specific gif because now I can't stop picturing this, but with Royais + Hughes, lolol, sorry I have a brainrot)

Also, look at this silly little totally not dysfunctional guy, come on, you can't help but love him:

3. Lucifer

- Ohohoho this one was one of the first quite long-term obsessions for me - I was watching it with my good friend as it was coming out (pretty sure starting from like, season 2 we began to watch it as it was airing, or at least I was and then I dragged this friend along for the ride, ahah), and I remember having so much fun with it - making theories, trying to predict the direction for the next season, simping over the main cast, being (more often unironically than not) frustrated with love triangles, all the good stuff. I also really like the soundtrack used in the series, and, of course, I have to mention the fact that its main leads are a blonde badass detective who is actually a sweetheart and her goofy dark-haired bastard-certified material partner who can actually be very scary and powerful to anyone but her :333

Go figure if I have a type or not, right (omg I just realized she also has a cute pet name and it's "detective")

4. Fleabag

- This one was such a pleasant surprise for me, the further I was watching the more invested into it I was getting, and in the end it turned out to be such an emotional rollercoaster, while also being able to handle a balance between more serious scenes and great humor really well. The romance plotline turned out to be very interesting too - overall, it's a great pretty short series that I can definitely recommend for people to check out at some point (I was indeed very happy when I found out @goneadrift was watching it too, hehe)

5. Sherlock (the BBC one)

- Honestly, this one is associated with many good memories for me - we used to watch it for a couple of years in a row with my parents during New Year, and it was like, one of the highlights of our celebration. Life just seemed so much easier these days, and I always remember them with warmth and joy. But! Apart from the sappy stuff - I genuinely think it's a nice modern AU Sherlock adaptation, hehe, as always, I pay a lot of attention to the chemistry between the characters, especially the main cast, and I think pretty much everyone nailed it - I find the characters from this series to be very enjoyable to watch. The other point that I want to mention here is the directing - I remember myself being very impressed by some of the shots and directing/editing choices they made there, and, of course, the main soundtrack is now pretty much engraved into my memory, hehe

(So yeah, aside from the last season, which I don't think is that bad, but definitely not as good as the earlier ones imo, it's a great show!)

6. Elementary

- Surprise surprise, another Sherlock adaptation involving detective storyline(s), who would've thought, right? Honestly, I don't remember a lot about it, since I haven't rewatched it in a looong time, ahah, but, believe it or not, I still love it and have a couple of good memories associated with it. Used to watch it during weekends back in the day when I still watched TV, lolol, but yeah, I think it's a pretty unique Sherlock adaptation, and you can definitely have fun watching it!

7. Forever

- That one is unexpected, definitely not my usual series of choice, but surprisingly I finished it pretty quickly and was glad I decided to give it a shot x)

(For the record - it's a series about a guy who works in the morgue while trying to find how to get rid of his immortality curse 👀👌).

8. Fullmetal Alchemist

- Gonna follow the lead of @scienceoftheidiot and add this one on the list too, because my god this series has me in a chokehold. Specifically Royai stuff of course, but I think in general this is the kind of anime (both FMA and FMAB btw) people who are generally not that much into anime can enjoy (I am saying as I am, apparently, one of these people, ahah). It's just a great story with a great cast and lovely imagery and soundtrack, I mean, what else can you possibly need? (Meanwhile here I am, going absolutely insane every time I think about my two beloved war criminals kissing)

O, here they are, by the way!

Aand that's all for today, no-pressure tags for @lassusog @chrysopoeias @nightofnyx8 @fullmetalscullyy @jedidragonwarriorqueen and anyone who wants to participate (also because it doesn't allow me to tag more people for some reason??), in case you feel like it! :3

#ask stuff #tag game #involving my totally normal royai obsession ofc

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