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cerisahh · 4 days

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GREEN-EYED GIRL

SYNOPSIS ꒱ gun gives goo's number to someone flirting with him, reader is unaware and gets jealous

REQUEST ꒱ hiiiiii may i request a drabble of gun x f!reader where he took her out on a date but when she went to the restroom she saw a girl ask him his number and he still gave it to her (and reader got jealous lol), but it turns out that he gave goo's number instead of his to that girl. eventually gun found her jealousy cute and decided to tease her before revealing the truth to her >< thankewww <3 - @vynnyll

NOTE ꒱ THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! thank you for the request, vynn. it was a pleasure experimenting with this one!

Gun isn't exactly what most would call a 'hopeless romantic'.

That's why you're surprised when he asks you to have dinner at an exclusive restaurant in the heart of town. Not that you hadn't gone on dates before, but they tended to be more secluded, the atmosphere more relaxed. Not right in the hustle and bustle of central seoul.

Now imagine your further surprise when he turns up at your apartment the night before with the most gorgeous gown - because it would be a great disservice to simply call it a dress - and a smirking grin at your instant fawning.

Your boyfriend delivering an outfit for you to wear to a date? Now this is pretty romantic.

"I take it you like the dress?" He asks, still holding the gown as you continue to pour over the details and embroidery.

"Like it?" You say breathlessly, still mesmerised, "Oh, Gun, you really didn't have to - I love it - but you really didn't have to."

"I wanted to, so I did." The corners of his lips lift up into a slight smirk, "Besides, you shouldn't thank me too much. Not like you're gonna be wearing it for long."

"Gun!"

Romantic while it lasted, anyway.

You kick him out shortly after so he can return to his work, and so you can return to admiring this masterpiece. Seriously, where did he find this?

You go to sleep late that night, having tried on the gown and pretending you were a princess for an entire hour. I mean, no judgement, you look like one in that getup.

Gun arrives at your door at seven o'clock sharp. The door opens and it takes quite a fair amount of willpower for his jaw to not go slack.

You look breathtaking. He notices you've done your hair up all fancy and you've adorned yourself with jewelry that matches your outfit perfectly. He chose the right dress for sure. And the right girl.

"My, my." His arm snakes behind you at your waist and pulls you closer to him. Mine, he thinks, "Don't you look delectable."

"Delectable is certainly a choice of words." You grin, relaxing into him, placing your own hands atop his chest.

He hums and it reverberates through his chest, "I can think of a few more. Ravishing, opulent, enchanting," With each word his hands wander until you're flush up against him and the wall. God forbid any of your neighbours decide to peek their head out of their doors. One wrong move from him - or right, depends on how you're looking at things - will have you both tumbling back into your apartment and forgetting about your date tonight. Besides, you did not want him roughing up your dress.

You will your heated cheeks to cool down, "You can add late for our reservation to the list if you carry on that way."

He does, in fact, carry on that way. You both arrive at the restaurant twenty minutes later than what you had arranged, which is shrugged off by the waitstaff due to the fact that Gun knows the owner personally.

Which is another way of saying that Gun had threatened the owner personally, but who cares about details.

You two are escorted to a more secluded part of the restaurant, well, as secluded as the place could really get. It was a weekend so naturally it would be full of more people.

Gun levels a threatening glare at the waiter before he gets the chance to pull out your chair, doing so himself much to your amusement.

“Someone fancies themselves a gentleman tonight.” You muse, patting down the skirt of your gown as it adjusted to the chair.

“Gotta get in all the niceties before I get you back to my place tonight.”

Gun was lucky you had the patience of a saint right now, otherwise you would have flicked him with the cloth napkin you were holding.

The dinner was nothing short of delightful. You're no stranger to the finer things in life but between the food and the company in attendance, you had no complaints. It was nice to be seen in a more public place with Gun, somewhere that didn't involve fighting or gang wars.

It wasn't as nice to see a woman a few tables behind Gun's shoulder staring at you two. What was her problem?

"I need to powder my nose." You say to Gun, who was in the middle of taking a bite of a particularly bloody slice of steak. How he can stomach eating meat that rare you'll never know.

He hums, chewing thoughtfully, "You just said that to sound fancy, didn't you."

"Would you rather all the grizzly details of my bathroom escapades?" You ask, folding your arms against your chest.

"Would you judge me if I said yes?"

"Might do."

"Then no."

You roll your eyes and walk yourself to the bathroom, checking your hair to make sure it hasn't lost any of its volume or shape, it could use a little hairspray. Good thing you have your bag and a patient boyfriend.

Almost as soon as you left to 'powder your nose' - Gun thinks that saying is ridiculous, by the way - some woman wearing a dress that is way too low cut for the establishment they're in had sauntered up to him and started talking. About what, he wasn't sure, he wasn't in the mood to entertain some random whore who was clearly only looking for a rich man and a quick lay.

He notices she's stopped talking a few seconds too late and watches as her phone is pushed into his field of view - effectively moving his plate of food away, the arrogant bitch - he picks it up and stares at it for a moment, before putting Goo's number into her contacts. He's been pissing him off more than usual lately, he can deal with whatever train wreck is standing next to him.

"Are you busy later, handsome?"

Would this girl just fuck off already? She already thinks she's got his number so what more could she possibly want? He opens his mouth to tell her something of that nature before he gets interrupted.

"He is."

You're standing behind her glaring with your arms folded, mostly glowering at the woman but he sees you flicker that murderous gaze at him too.

Would it be so wrong to say he liked it?

Coming back to your table to see the staring woman, who now that you're looking closer looks like she's wearing an awfully cheap Jessica Rabbit cosplay, flirting with your boyfriend for everyone to see was not on your bucket list for tonight.

Seeing him put his number into her phone wasn't exactly thrilling either.

The woman cocks her hip to the side and looks you up and down, "And you are?"

You smile mirthlessly, "His girlfriend. You're standing in front of my seat."

"Really?" She asks, raising a brow, "You're his girlfriend?"

You're not an insecure person. Especially not with the way you know you look now, and you can see it in her eyes: she's intimidated.

Good. She should be.

"That's right. Now move along." You shoo her away with your hand.

She harrumphs at you and throws a 'whatever' over her shoulder. You make a sound of dismissal as she stalks off, you've half a mind to follow her to the table she came from and slam her head onto it a few times.

...

Where did that burst of violence come from? Gun must be rubbing off on you.

Speaking of Gun, you turn to him. He's leaned back in his chair and is all but smirking up at you, "Something bothering you, sweetheart?" He asks, examining you whilst you take your seat opposite him.

"Someone is bothering me." You manage, your expression must look similar to that of someone who has just sucked the juice out of a lemon. "What was that?"

"What was what exactly?" His head tilts slightly to the side with his question and he looks and sounds so stupid that you almost slap that stupid grin off his stupid face. Grinning like a moron like he hadn't given his phone number to that simpering whore. The nerve.

"Why were you talking to that... woman?" Bitch had been on the tip of your tongue but you caught yourself just in time.

With an air of nonchalance, he shrugs, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He takes a sip before he speaks again, "She wanted my number."

"Right. So you just decided to indulge whatever fantasies she was concocting in her head for shits and giggles and give her your number just because she wanted it?"

Oh he liked this side of you. Seeing you sitting there all irritable and enraged, albeit quietly, as to not make a scene, made his blood pump hotter. Jealousy looked real good on you.

He supposes he should set the record straight, having you think he would ever give his personal number to some rouge-wearing tramp when he had you was laughable. Guess he'd have to get that through your skull later, one way or another.

"I gave her a phone number. Not mine."

"What?" You pause, the angry flush that had been festering dissipated quicker then it rose, "Who's?"

He shows you his phone instead of responding verbally, “Goo?” You say, confused.

“Didn’t really think I’d let any woman have my number did you?” He tucks his phone back into his suit pocket.

"You weren't exactly telling her to leave."

He looks at you, "I wasn't even listening to her."

"Well... I don't like it."

"Like what?"

He's gonna get a kick out of this one, you let a beat pass as you try to gather some words that won't make you sound like a jealous control freak that doesn't want her boyfriend to even acknowledge the existence of other women.

"Women talking to you."

That was absolutely not the correct choice of words. He snickers.

"Shut up. You know what I mean." You huff, cross at yourself.

"I do, but hearing you admit that you were jealous is music to my ears. Say it again."

Holding up your middle finger doesn't do much to deter him. "Say it, you were jealous."

You roll your eyes, "You really want to hear me say it?"

"Desperately." He admits, taking a sip of his drink. Nodding at you to begin your confession.

"Will it shut you up?"

"For all of thirty seconds, maybe."

You lean back and look to the side, "Fine. I was jealous. Hope you enjoyed that because I'm never saying it again."

"Once was more than enough."

"You still have twenty five seconds left."

#cerisahhs requests #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #gun x reader #gun park x reader #gun park #gun park lookism

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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year

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December 5. “Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” (Crowley x reader)

25 Days of Ficmas - Day 5

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” (Crowley x reader)

Word count - 1366

Warnings - None!

Pairing(s) - Crowley x Gn! Reader

Summary - A confident demon gets sick and you have to take care of him

“Crowley, are you ready?” you called from the front entrance of his flat. Trying to best to busy yourself, you couldn’t help but check your watch a couple of extra times. You were going to be late for your boss's holiday party, and it was going to be his fault.

You could have just gone on your own, sure, but he insisted on meeting your friends now that you two were ‘serious’. Crowley was your first real serious boyfriend. It was nice to have someone that treated you right. When it came to romantic partners in the past, you always seemed to get the short end of the stick. To be fair, you weren’t totally sure what a good, healthy relationship was supposed to look like.

Then you met Crowley, and everything changed. He swept you off your feet and made sure you never forgot just how much he cared about you. Crowley was such a good boyfriend that sometimes you wondered if he was actually real. There was no way a man was this perfect. Well, no human man was.

“Coming darling!” he called from his bedroom and you rolled your eyes, hearing a small crash. Confident footsteps could be heard behind you as he took your hand and spun you around. “Angel, may I say you look absolutely stunning in that outfit,” he whispered, letting his eyes take their sweet time taking you in.

At his words, you could practically feel your insides turn to jelly. You turned as red as your Christmas sweater as you gave him a quick glance over. “Is that what you’re wearing?” you asked, crossing your arms. This man was seriously wearing a long sleeve black sheer shirt that had a large snake slithering its way up his back and his classic black leather trousers to top it all off. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in its normal half-up, half-down look, which always tempted you to run your hands through it. Nothing about his outfit said Christmas. In fact, it screamed “flashy bastard” more than anything. But that wasn’t the point. The point was he wasn’t wearing anything else.

“What you don’t like it?” he asked, sounding like a wounded animal as he gave you a small twirl. He wanted to make sure you got the full view of the outfit.

“No no I do, it's just… aren’t you wearing a jacket? It’s currently snowing and we’re walking to the party.” You reminded him as you tugged on your jacket, buttoning it up as tight as it could go.

He gave you a fake pout as he shook his head. "Meh don’t need one, I have hellfire running through my veins.” he said proudly taking your hand in his.

There were times when you enjoyed Crowley's dramatics. It was honestly quite cute to see him get this worked up about something small. Usually, you’d even playfully fight with him until you typically won, but you were already late to the party. So, off you two went trudging through the snow.

A few minutes passed and you could feel your demon boyfriend shivering right next to you. A smug smile tugged at your lips, but you tried your best to fight it. A couple more seconds went by and you could hear quiet little sniffles now.

“Is someone cold?” You asked, not hiding your smirk anymore.

“Me? Cold? How dare you even insist on-demons never get cold, love! Remember the hellfire?” he stumbled over his words, trying to fight every shiver that ran through his body. How was it his fault that your boss choose the coldest night of the year to have their Christmas party?

You let out a giggle as you shook your head. As you two reached the building, you could feel him sigh in relief. “Right, well don’t complain to me if you get sick.” you kissed his nose as he held the door open for you.

-two days later-

The party actually went well. A few people commented on Crowley’s outfit being more confused than anything else. But, he’d always proudly respond that he was ‘Doing Christmas with style!’ which, in all fairness, he absolutely was doing just that. That comment usually got you a small pat on the back with a small ‘Well, he’s defiantly different’ remark.

You were getting ready to leave to see if Crowley wanted to do anything for dinner. You weren’t hoping for anything special, maybe just a small night in while you force him to watch one of your favorite movies. The ones where he pretends he hates, but deep down you know he absolutely loves. When you got a text for him.

‘Be a dear and pick up some soup and maybe some tea? - C x’

Reading this twice over, you still didn’t exactly understand. First of all, demons didn’t have to eat. This was extremely apparent to you on your first date as he simply watched you eat everything. It wasn’t exactly creepy, but it made much more sense after he told you he was a demon. Second off, when did Crowley ever enjoy tea? He reminded you almost every day that he took his coffee as dark as his soul. In fact, you still remember the glare he gave you when you ordered him a glass of milk once.

Why on earth would Crowley ever need you to-suddenly it hit you. Quickly, you rushed to the local cafe right across from Aziraphale's bookshop and headed to your partner's flat.

“Oh, Crowley my snowflake, I have your things!” You called out as you entered his place. You raised your eyebrows as you were met with silence, which was extremely odd. Usually, he practically tackled you with a kiss the moment you stepped foot into the place.

“Crow-”

“In here-ACHOO” he finally sniffled out from the bedroom, and you felt that same smug feeling you felt on the walk to the party.

As you shuffled into his bedroom, you couldn’t hide the smirk that crawled its way onto your face. The sight that lay before you was one you hoped you never would forget. Your confident, bold, and proud partner was tangled up in about five different blankets and surrounded by a sea of crumpled-up tissues. He looked absolutely miserable with his glasses off, revealing a pair of exhausted golden eyes with the reddest nose you’ve ever seen.

“Hi,” he made out before he had to blow his nose again, which made you giggle softly. “, hey don’t you dare make fun of a sick demon! You want me to rein hellfire down upon you? Cause I-I'll-ACHOO…..do it.” he gripped onto the cup of tea that you gave him as if it was his lifeline.

You gave him a fake pout as you placed the cup of soup by his bed. Quickly, you got to work cleaning up all the tissues around him throwing them in the trashcan next to his bed. “I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” you tsked, running your fingers gently through his hair.

“Seriously, you’re really going to ‘I told you so’ me right now??” he hissed before sipping his tea. It was hard to find him threatening when he was all cuddled up in different colored fuzzy blankets.

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you lightly tapped his leg, indicating for him to scoot over, which he happily did so. As you got under the blankets, he automatically wrapped himself around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could.

“I thought demons couldn’t get sick? I thought you had ‘hellfire flowing through your veins’?” You mused, smiling to yourself as he flicked his head up in offense.

“I’m no ordinary demon dear.” he tried his best to wink at you but failed. Slowly, he picked his head up and leaned in to kiss you, but you put a finger to his lips.

“Nope, sorry love, I’m not kissing Crowley the red-nose reindeer.” You teased as he grumbled and nuzzled his head back into your neck.

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greenerteacups · 13 days

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Oooh can you talk more about fashion in Lionheart? I love love Narcissa’s letters to Draco in the beginning, loving him more than tea and champagne and silk pillowcases—the glamour and indulgence of it all!

[rubs hands together] Well. I'm going to take advantage of these asks and go full-indulgence, then.

Since you mentioned Narcissa, I'll run with it: Cissa is always wearing black. Always. Usually she's wearing a gown or elaborate dress, modeled after the Edwardian style; sometimes, a nightgown; and sometimes it's "leathers," which I interpret as some kind of corseted fighting habit with a knee-length skirt and light armoring — in fact, heavily modeled after the outfit that Bellatrix wears in the films, only she'd wear a blouse underneath it (she's not indecent).

The color does a couple of things for her. First, it's obviously a nod to her family. (Sirius, incidentally, also wears black all the time. In fairness, black leather was having kind of a moment in the 90's, and he's a bit of a punk himself, but there's still a parallel there if you want to see it.) Black is also a color of mourning, and Narcissa is someone who lives heavily in the shadow of the past; in her prologue to Book 4, we see that she wakes up in the morning thinking about Andy and Bellatrix, and then has an imaginary conversation with one of her hallucinations while she gets dressed. None of this seems unusual to her. She's quite literally haunted — she's a woman trapped in an old English country estate with only servants and ghosts for company, slowly going mad, while the social order around her crumbles; it's all very Jane Eyre, very Turn of the Screw, very Gothic. It's like if Rochester had died and left the house and Adele to Bertha. And she dresses for the part! When her son rocks up with an unwanted houseguest, she swans down to dinner in white tie! She's saying, yeah, I am that bitch, and you should be intimidated by me, and this is not like the houses you're used to. Say what you want about Narcissa, you can't say she doesn't have panache.

Then you have her hair. I made a conscious decision to tweak the Black sisters' hair from the books, where they all have radically different hair colors and textures, because I wanted to underscore their similarities, not their differences. They're sisters; they grew up together; it's not realistic that some of them Just Are better/sweeter/nicer people, and I don't like what it suggests about the morality of the HP universe if that's how it works. Anyway, so I gave Andy and Bella basically identical hair, and I cribbed Narcissa's hair from the movies, where she has this cool two-tone black-and-white bouffant going on. The thematic reasons for this are (1) it looks sick as fuck, (2) it looks sick as FUCK, and (3) I think there's something really interesting about the idea that Narcissa either chooses to dye her hair to resemble her sisters or dyes it to differentiate herself. Whatever her natural hair color is, she's changed it to try and take control of her relationship to her family/past, and the reasons for that are intriguing.

#greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers #prognosticating #for the last paragraph specifically

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chaoticsomeone · 10 months

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Bats and their Grisha!S/O

Headcanon

All are different Grishas and their S/O's

+Selina x Bruce x You polygamy

So sorry But i cant write Duke even tho I want to

Richard "Dick" Grayson

Already showed you off in a few galas before

He doesn't really tell anyone the fact you're a squaller(control of storms and air)

Only mentions you as a squaller once when he was arguing with Tim over whos the better couple, you and him and Bernard and Tim

"Yeah?? My S/O can summon storm and lightnings!"

"YEAH? PROVE IT!!" - Tim

"FINE! I'll get them to show you at tomorrow's family dinner"

When he went to your apartment that night he told you abt the fact that you'd have to come tomorrow night to his family dinner

To be fair you only knew of Babs, Bruce and Jason

You donned your blue and black kefta to show that you were Dick's and that you're a powerful squaller

After dinner you all went to the roof and you summoned a storm just above the roof and made the lightning create a sentence "I love Dick Grayson"

Let's admit it Dick will always brag about it

And Dick really wanted to perform a trick so he leapt to the edge of the building without his suit trusting you would use your powers to keep him afloat and get back up safely

Bruce asks you to maybe join future operations and missions

Jason Todd

You're definitely a heartrender

He as Redhood when he was attacking gang members of Harley Quinn and Joker you helped him while peacefully eating your favorite food

He saw you literally stop peoples heart and made the people he's fighting struggle to breathe and having a heart attack

He thanked you and came to you the next day as Jason

You kicked it off instantly because you two fell inlove at first sight

After around 5 months into your relationship he finally decided to tell the family (the girls already knew since they saw you and him going to the library together and sometimes kissing)

He told everyone how you had the power to manipulate people's organs and body

The night Jay told you that tomorrow is going to be the day of a family dinner which you were invited to you were nervous but excited

You came with a red&black kefta and a dragon-scale amplifier around your neck

Jason practically says you're the best and keeps helping him heal hide his scars. (Yes you could act as a tailor)

Forever from then the batfam accepted you and gave you a spot as the bats' Redclaw knocking down enemies with a light hand movement

Barbara Gordon

When Batgirl fell into the ocean when Joker almost killed her. You, a random bystander suddenly got the courage to run and help her

She was worried and told you to run

Until she realized you were helping her get on her feets by drying her off and getting the ocean to be helping you.

She thanked you and asked for your name after

She promised to keep in contact with you and gave you a good name to the Bats of Gotham

You secretly squealed inside because the batgirl you had a crush on actually said to put in a good word and to meet you tomorrow

When she came as Babs you fell and fell inlovee

She was so nice and brought you to the Batfam Dinner one night to ask you to be one of them.

She surprised you by calling you her date/s/o.

You were again a blushing mess

The others asked for proof and babs took the chance to splash the person besides her which was sadly Jason

Jason got mad but she told him how you could dry him off in mere seconds

And you did not dissapoint

The Bats accepted you and helped arranged a proposal of marriage between you and babs

Even though really quick Babs and You were ready and were deeply inlove even though she doesn't really show it.

Cassandra Cain

You were being chased down by her because Bruce had sent her to get you and to keep eyes on you after once learning your skill in tempering with Chemistry, to make sure you aren't using it for bad intentions

When her eyes met yours she fell inlove

She always thought your purple outfits were always so charming

You were really nice and handed yourself in to her and you and her are practically a blushing mess

When you calmed down you told her about you being an Alkemi and all

She told Bruce about you having powers, so Bruce made you a small house with a lab in it besides the manor for you so he could keep close eye on you

Cass visits you everyday

You two finally decides to date

She incorporated purple into her outfit everyday to remind herself of you

You were brought to the next night's family dinner as her "date" rather than as a neighbor

You two told everyone you were dating each other

Everyone supported

At the table you showed them a few tricks

Like using your powers to burn stuff or change the color of some items

They all approved of you and Cass' relationship

Eversince that Dinner you were tasked to create formulas and weapons for the team

And to come every now and then to go agaisnt Bane and Poison Ivy

You'd only go on missions with your Knight, Cass

Tim Drake

He met you when he saw you walking into the library he was working in

You asked him whether or not she could sit near him even though its almost every table is empty

When he really payed attention to you he had experienced butterflies in his stomach fluttering louder than ever

He noticed his RedRobin symbol on your backpack and asked you about it

You told him you just adored RedRobin

More and More butterflies

It turned into a crush and he finally gathered the courage to ask you to meet his family

Before that he revealed himself as RedRobina and you basically swooned over him

He promised to make you two official at tonight's dinner (he arranged his sister and brothers to help)

You then told him how you were a talented Tailor

He thought you were a outfit tailor yk

When you walked up to him and touched his face you cleared up his eye bags

You decided to give him a chaste kiss aswell

He was a blushing mess all the way to the dinner

Everyone surprised you and Tim asked you to be his Girl/Boyfriend

Bruce was nice as you always thought he was and you were so happy to meet all the heroes of Gotham

Babs asked you to show her how you were able to 'tailor' someone's appearence

You showed her by grabbing Jason and moving your hand acrossed his face and getting rid of his scars

Tim was jealous so he grabbed you by the waist and they all laughed

He'd eventually let you go and you got rid of the tailoring on Jason

The bats would often stop by your apartment asking you to hide their scars and such almost every night

Stephanie Brown

It was simply really, She met you when she was running her usual morning runs

She saw you from acrossed the street and gathered the courage to ask you out

It went well and after a month or two of getting to know each other you two were dating

And after 4 months she asked you to join the family dinner where she showed you that she was the one and only Spoiler, secretly your favorite hero

YOU ACTUALLY SQUEALED OUT LOUD

She was laughing and blushing

You two were so happy together

And you told her how you could control fire with ease

Even without any flammables near you

You managed to take the hydrogen off of water and turn it into a flame

It was a trick used at the dinner and everyone loves you

You were the nicest and outgoing person and so was Steph

You two were soulmates

Damian Wayne

You met him when he was in the league, you were a young shadow summoner

He thought when he left that he'd never see you again until he met you confused as you stepped into his school

He instantly greeted you and the flame begin to reignite between you two

After 2 years you asked him to be your boyfriend

You helped train him and sometimes help in missions by disguising him as shadow (Bruce isn't aware of you joining in every mission with Damian)

When Damian told the Jason about you by accident Jason instantly shouted to everyone

"THE DEMON HAS A GIRL/BOYFRIEND!! AND THEY HAVE POWERS!!"

He was forced to invite you for the next family dinner

When the night arrived the evening you were picking out which kefta to wear. You ended up a Black kefta with an embroidened Damian's robin symbol

You were ecstatic and anxious

But it all went away and you were happy talking with everyone

You and Cass instantly 'clicked'

You showed everyone what you were capable

You even managed to create a Volcra then making it dissapear

You're now an official powerful asset to the bat family as The Darkling

+ Damian always always always brags about being able to pull you and Jason being too "undateable"

Jason always says you deserve better than a demon

Bruce Wayne

He met you when he saw you secretly assisting him in some missions

You'd be blinding an enemy from hidden locations

He'd always see a small ray of light from odd locations

After investigating he found out it was you, you told him about being a light summoner and all

After a few months you secretly dated him but the other batfam members catched on quickly

They support

And they were soo.. whats the word.. think you're awesome. You'd always helped THE batman

When he finally brought you to a family dinner you'd show them all your powers

You were happy with them all and sort of became their mom

+Selina Kyle(polygamy w bruce)

She always bragged how she found you first and asked you out first

She asked you one day when you two are on a date whether or not you'd be open to a polygamy with THE bruce wayne.

You agreed and thought she was lying

But oh boy you were glad she didnt

You three were inseperable if not acting as antiheroes or vigilantes. You were always a mix of both as a Durast

You'd sometimes go on heists with Catwoman opening and manipulating materials like steel or even titanium with easee and making it like it never was touched.

And other times you'd create bullets and other weaponry out of your surroundings when helping Batman

The batfam kids always knew of Selina x Bruce but when they brought you along the family dinner they were shocked

Damian thought Selina was cheating on Bruce.

But at the end you'd always been like a second mother to them

You'd create stuff for them on a daily basis leaving random gifts sometimes

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disastress-i-guess · 10 days

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Ranking the Psichikers based on drawability instead of doing my homework. By drawability I mean how closely I can draw them to canon design btw. Criteria is:

1. Do I need a reference to draw this character?

If I do not need a reference = +1

Sometimes I need it= 0.5

If I do need a reference = 0

2. Are they fun to draw?

Yes = +1

Some parts are fun = +0.5

Not at all = 0

3. Do I want to draw them often?

ALL THE TIME = +1

Frequently = +0.75

Sometimes = +0.5

Not very much = +0.25

Never I only draw them when I have to = 0

4. Can I be creative with this character?

Yes = +1

Sometimes= 0.5

No = 0

That is four questions! Exactly the number of PSIkickers, what a coincidence! Totally not planned at all!

Ranking begins:

4. Reita Toritsuka (1.75/4)

Sorry tori. I need a reference for his hair pretty much everytime I draw him, which to be fair is so far like 4 times in total. Honestly I have a love-hate relationship with his headband because on the one hand, it's kinda iconic, on the other it's fucking horrendous I'm sorry.

Moving on from the hair, the most fun I have with drawing him would be his uniform (I like the rosary beads and Geta) and his face since he's an expressive character so I get to do a lot of fun stuff with that ( this technically does not count since it's not a part of the design but his points are already kinda low, I felt generous).

Lastly, no, I don't really have many "creative" ideas with him, I had maybe 3 but I never really felt passionate enough to finish them I'm sorry.

2. Mikoto Aiura (2/4)

This feels way too low but I can't really break the rules.

I do need to use references to draw her everytime I do ( which I think is...1 time? That is criminally low what the fuck am I doing) mainly due to her hair, speaking of which, I LOVE HER HAIR I LOVE HER NAILS I LOVE HER EYES I LOVE HER!!!! She is so fun to draw and it's so fucking nice to have a character with some fucking MELANIN OMG HER SKIN I AJDBDJ SHADING TANNED/DARK SKIN IS SO FUN WHY DONT I DO IT MORE OFTEN. This doesn't count since it's supposed to be about their canon design but there are so many outfits you can put her in it's crazy!!! I think it's mainly because she's kinda the only one with an aesthetic idk.

I WANNA DRAW HER ALL THE TIME I JUST DONT FOR SOME REASON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??? Off topic I do not draw any of the female characters that often even though I regularly lose my mind thinking about them what's up with that?

Do I get to be creative with her? Not really but that's not her fault that's on me, she's perf I'm just uncreative that's all.

So sadly this is her rank. ATM anyway I'll draw her so often after this trust.

2. Saiki Kusuo (2/4)

He scored 0.5 on everything... How!??? Last I checked he is not Satoru Hiroshi.

Main reason I need a reference is due to the hair which for the most part is a bunch of zig zags and so I don't need it that often.

He is fun to draw, mainly his eyes they are very pretty. I do want to draw him often, I doodle him a lot. I think it's the limiters and glasses. I don't have to worry about him looking accurate cuz if you throw the limiters and glasses on it immediately looks like saiki so Im not that scared about drawing him.

Fun fact a lot of times when I'm drawing him he ends up looking like Kuboyasu. Until I put limiters on. Then all of a sudden it's saiki! Amazing! Chouno Uryoku who?

I guess I'm somewhat creative with him? I have a few ideas laying around, one or two animatics, maybe a fic and a couple crossover fanart ideas. Dunno if I'll ever get around to doing it though.

1. Akechi Touma (3/4)

I SO BADLY WANNA GIVE HIM A 4/4 MAN.

No I do not need a reference I drew him once and then his hair and face were ingrained into my long term memory for eternity in fact i remember it so well I subconsciously gave it to an OC.

Is he fun to draw? FUCK YEAH HE IS. Hair was the problem for all the other characters but not this one, no sir! because THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE HAIR THAT GIVES ME GENDER EUPHORIA. It was my first 'boy' hair cut and I love how androgynous it made me look so looking at him gives me pure joy. And his eyes GOD I LOVE HIS BIG PURPLE EYES SJDIEBD.

I used to want to draw him all the time but I've drawn him too frequently so I need to take a small (miniscule really) break so I can continue liking it. Maybe that'll give me time to draw more Aiura. Anyways I gave him 0.75 on that part but that's entirely my fault for over drawing him. He did no wrong I take the blame.

Can I be creative with him? No not really since just drawing him covered in blood and/or eating sweets does not count as creative in this criteria. But I do have many ideas of just putting him in other universes and meeting my other favs and then the two of them ramble about an interest of choice and are just get to talk talk talk and talk I love them I love their yapping onjdhdiehd and I have a couple of animatic ideas I may never finish. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE HAS A 4/4 IN MY HEART.

Oh god it's 1:22 am I should finish this homework.

#needing references is bad in this context because i dont always have acess to ine when drawing them #Writing this made me realise i dont really draw the ideas i have that often whoch i should do #specially the akechi meets my other blorbos one thatd give me so much serotonin id be filled with pure love and joy for every creature big #and small after i draw akechi in the same room as No 1 from artemis fowl who i should also draw more often #i might change my opinions on this come the morning but who cares #okay homework time alright buh bye #saiki k

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Bastiaan at the Brothel pt 2

this bit is longer and smutty, directly featuring Lennart's speedrun from virgin to BDSM enjoyer.

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It had been nearly two years earlier that Madam Louisa informed Bastiaan over breakfast that someone had already paid for his entire night. Bastiaan was not in especially high demand at the brothel, though he wasn't in low demand, either, as one of the only men working in any of the brothels in town. There was steady but not quite frequent demand for his specialty services. He usually spent a decent amount of his time watching the common room and glaring at customers who got out of line.

So he was a little surprised that someone would have bought out his entire night. "Are you sure?" Bastiaan asked.

Madam Louisa pulled a sizable purse out of her cleavage and shook it. The coins within sounded like silver, and were obviously numerous. "He paid up front," Madam Louisa said. "So yes. Didn't know your name, but gave a clear enough description, even though he could have stopped at 'male'."

Bastiaan frowned. He didn't remember doing anything out of the ordinary in the past few days, or going anywhere special. But he supposed if someone described him and threw around that kind of coin, they were pretty sure what they wanted.

When they opened for the night, Bastiaan's customer was the first to arrive. He was a tall man, with long black hair tied back with a white ribbon, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He looked deathly serious, which was not really a typical look for a customer coming into the brothel. He wasn't particularly handsome, with a long face and a beaky nose, but Bastiaan couldn't deny he found the intense look of the man attractive.

Bastiaan had set up his room ahead of opening, since he knew he wasn't wasting his time or candles, so he led the intense man right back.

When he first started working at the brothel, Bastiaan tried to imitate his colleagues' manner, being friendly and seductive. It had felt awkward and unnatural, and eventually Madam Louisa told him to knock it off.

"You barely have any competition," she told him. "You can afford to be yourself. If customers don't like it, well." She shrugged. "They don't have that many options anyway." That seemed kind of rude to Bastiaan, but once he stopped trying to imitate the other workers, he actually had more customers, and those customers seemed happier. So Bastiaan accepted that part of his appeal was his matter of fact and not at all seductive affect. It was certainly more comfortable than forcing himself to be friendly.

When the tall, intense customer was in his room, Bastiaan asked him, "What did you have in mind for this evening?"

That seemed to startle the man. "I don't know," he said. His voice was deep, and somewhat flat, in contrast to his evident startlement. "What do you usually do?"

Bastiaan frowned. "Did you really book my entire night without having an idea what you wanted?"

"I want you," the man said immediately.

Bastiaan rolled his eyes. "Good, at least you got that much," he said. "Do you have any preferences?" he asked. "Something you've been wanting to try? Any particular reason I caught your eye?"

The man shook his head. "You," he said. He frowned, hopefully having heard himself and realized what an inadequate answer that was. He said, "I saw you in the market, arguing with someone. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I asked who you were, and found out you work here."

Bastiaan frowned again. "You do know this is a brothel, right?"

"It would be difficult not to," the man said, which Bastiaan supposed was fair. Bastiaan's outfit was more-or-less appropriate to wear on the street, but most of the other workers' weren't, and they had passed plenty of Bastiaan's scantily-clad colleagues on the way to his room.

"Just making sure," Bastiaan said. "Since you didn't mention anything about sex."

"I have no sexual experience and do not think I've ever found someone attractive before you," the man said.

"Oh," Bastiaan said. He was a virgin. A loaded, impulsive virgin, perhaps, but Bastiaan had a few different strategies for virgins. It was rare for an older man--that was, a man who didn't look like he'd just started needing to shave the week before--to admit to having no experience at all; usually they at least implied they'd been with a woman. But if this man didn't often find people attractive, that made sense enough. "Then why don't we sit down and talk a little, first," Bastiaan said, gesturing to the bed.

The man sat down on the edge of Bastiaan's bed, stiff in rather a different way than Bastiaan's customers usually were. Bastiaan sat down next to him, close enough for the outside of their thighs to press together. He asked the man, "What's your name?"

"Lennart," the man said, not looking over at him. That was fine; Bastiaan preferred not to look at people's faces when they could look back at him anyway.

"Lennart," Bastiaan said softly. "Why'd you book the whole night?"

"I had the money," Lennart said. "I seemed less likely to regret spending the money than not having enough time with you."

That was sweet, actually, even if Lennart seemed to mean it in a purely logical way. Bastiaan put his hand on Lennart's knee. Lennart was so tense Bastiaan might have worried for his health, if he hadn't already told Bastiaan he was a virgin with no experience even finding people attractive. Still speaking softly, Bastiaan asked, "When did you realize you were attracted to me?"

"I...suppose it must have been between finding out you worked at a brothel and realizing I could afford to pay for an entire night," Lennart said. "I wasn't really conscious of it until I was handing over the money."

Bastiaan smiled. "Really?" he asked.

"I told you I have no experience in these matters," Lennart said stiffly.

"I'm not making fun of you," Bastiaan said, gently squeezing Lennart's knee. Bastiaan wasn't always good at reading people, even after working in a brothel for several years, but he found Lennart's defensiveness obvious enough. "It's just a lot of money to spend without knowing why."

Lennart relaxed minutely. Bastiaan doubted he would have noticed if he wasn't touching Lennart in multiple places. Lennart said, "Yes."

"You'd already paid when I woke up today," Bastiaan said. "Surely you thought about what you might want from me in the hours between then and now."

"Vaguely," Lennart said. "I'm certain you have a better idea of what's possible than I."

Bastiaan laughed. "Yes," he said, "but without knowing what you're interested in, I have to start with the most general possible suggestions."

Lennart shrugged. "We have all night," he said.

"We do," Bastiaan agreed, smiling. "Is it fair to assume you'd like to see me naked?" he asked.

Lennart's hands twitched where they lay in his lap. "Yes," he said. "Please."

"Do you want to undress me?" Bastiaan asked.

After a pause, Lennart said, "I'm unsure I could figure that out at the moment."

Bastiaan laughed. "Fair enough," he said, and stood up. He wasn't very good at strip teases, either, but most of his customers insisted the way he didn't try to force it worked better for them. Lennart seemed to enjoy it, if how wide his eyes got and how tightly he clenched his hands together in his lap were any indication.

While Bastiaan set aside his clothing, he noticed Lennart's hand make an aborted movement toward him. "You can touch me," Bastiaan said. "You paid enough for it."

"I don't want to interrupt," Lennart said, although he did reach over and run his fingers delicately over Bastiaan's ass.

Something Bastiaan had learned in the years he had been working at a brothel was that certain kinds of customers were more interested in attempting to get Bastiaan off than they were in getting themselves off. Something Bastiaan had learned about himself in those years was that when those customers were earnest, and not trying to show off how good they were at sex, it was hotter to him than basically anything else. He could already tell Lennart was going to make a strong attempt at showing Bastiaan a good time, even though he admitted he had no idea what he was doing, and Bastiaan suspected he was going to enjoy it very much no matter how little skill Lennart displayed.

Bastiaan tossed his last article of clothing vaguely in the direction of his wardrobe and trunk, not watching to see if it landed where he aimed, before he climbed onto Lennart's lap, straddling him. Lennart was a bit taller than Bastiaan, but his place in Lennart's lap still put Bastiaan's head above Lennart's. Lennart tentatively brought his hands up to Bastiaan's chest. First, he only rested his hands on Bastiaan's pecs, then he got up the courage to squeeze.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Bastiaan asked, not having to fake the breathy quality of his voice.

"I believe I would," Lennart said. He moved his hands up to Bastiaan's shoulders and pulled him down into kissing range.

Unsurprisingly, Lennart was not a great kisser. He took direction well, though. When Bastiaan told him to use less teeth, or not press so hard, he listened and adjusted his approach. His kissing improved rapidly. He was an excellently enjoyable blend of very attracted to Bastiaan and eager to please Bastiaan.

After long enough making out that they were both hard, Bastiaan pulled back and said, "I think we ought to take your clothes off as well."

"Ah," Lennart said. "Yes." He brought his hands up to his high collar and started undoing the fastenings.

Bastiaan had never noticed in himself a marked preference for men or women. He tended to find himself inclined more toward the gender of whoever he was with at the moment. As Lennart pulled off his tunic, Bastiaan found himself experiencing one of those shifts again, thinking how attractive men were to him, and what a wonderful example of manhood Lennart was. Unlike Bastiaan, Lennart was tall and lean. He had only a smattering of hair on his chest. His shoulders were broad, though, and his torso tapered down to a narrower waist and hips than Bastiaan's.

Lennart stood to push down his trousers without any apparent hesitation or shyness, which would have been understandable from a virgin. His cock was already quite hard. Like the rest of him, his cock was longer and thinner than Bastiaan's. Bastiaan wondered if Lennart had given any thought to anal sex. Most of Bastiaan's customers wanted him to top, but he had been fucked in the ass enough to know what he liked, and he thought Lennart's cock would be quite pleasant inside him.

Not that he wouldn't enjoy topping for Lennart, if that was what Lennart wanted. Bastiaan always enjoyed customers who were actually attracted to him, not only settling for him because he was the nearest to what they wanted. He got a lot of his business from people who just didn't have many options for male whores, but it wasn't as fun for him.

Bastiaan kicked Lennart's clothes out of the way and stepped in close to him. He put his hands on Lennart's hips. He stopped short of standing close enough for Lennart's cock to brush against him, but only just. "That's better," he said.

Lennart bent down and kissed him again.

Bastiaan pushed him onto the bed and climbed back into his lap. In this position, with both of them naked, it would have required effort to keep their dicks from coming into contact with each other, and Bastiaan didn't bother. Lennart groaned into his mouth, then brought his hands up to clutch at Bastiaan's hips, pulling him more snugly against his body.

Lennart, Bastiaan could tell, would easily be able to come like this. Bastiaan would probably be able to as well. He ran his hands along Lennart's toned arms and considered what his stamina was probably like. Lennart was a virgin, which meant he'd probably finish quickly but be able to get back to it quickly as well. He was athletic, which usually meant good bodily control, and almost certainly meant he wouldn't be easily worn out by a single round. And he was fixated enough on Bastiaan to immediately pay for an entire night up front, so he would presumably want to keep going.

Bastiaan wrapped his legs around Lennart, locking his ankles together behind him so he had the leverage to grind their dicks together. Lennart moaned into his mouth again. Bastiaan rolled his hips, deliberate and slow. Lennart twitched beneath him. Bastiaan did it again, and again, barely picking up speed. Lennart dug his fingers into Bastiaan's hips, but he didn't have the leverage to fight Bastiaan's pace. He could have, if he'd thought to shift his hands to Bastiaan's ass, but he didn't. Bastiaan kissed him and ground their cocks together until Lennart's was leaking and his breathing was hard and fast. Bastiaan pulled back from the kiss just enough to murmur against Lennart's lips, "Are you going to come for me?" Lennart groaned, and only a moment later he did.

He came hard enough to get semen on their chests, even though there was little room between their bodies. And he kept coming, longer than Bastiaan anticipated, as though he'd never done so before. It was hot and slick and, to be frank, probably would have been kind of disgusting if Bastiaan hadn't spent years fucking people for money. Bastiaan leaned back, grabbed one of Lennart's hands, and pulled it into the sticky mess between them. He only had to wrap Lennart's fingers around his cock before Lennart realized what he was doing.

Lennart made a desperate noise and lurched forward to kiss Bastiaan again, even as he tightened his grip on Bastiaan's cock. Considering it was covered in his come, Lennart's firm grip slid up Bastiaan's cock in an extremely pleasant way. Bastiaan twitched, which seemed to please Lennart. Yes, he was definitely the kind of customer who enjoyed getting Bastiaan off.

It didn't take long, with such enthusiasm, for Bastiaan to come and add his own more modest contribution to the mess between their bodies.

After a moment, Lennart pulled away from Bastiaan's mouth to catch his breath. After a few more moments, he said, "I hope that doesn't mean my time is up."

"You paid for the whole night," Bastiaan said. "If you don't want to be done, you don't have to be done." He traced a finger down Lennart's neck. "I assumed you'd want to try a few more things, at least."

"Yes," Lennart agreed, somewhat hoarsely. His cock was already showing signs of life again, twitching against Bastiaan's balls.

"Do you have any ideas now?" Bastiaan asked. He traced his fingers along the sweaty hair at the nape of Lennart's neck. "Or could I offer a selfish suggestion?"

"Be as selfish as you want," Lennart said.

Again, sweet, but ignorant enough Bastiaan would ignore it. Still, it meant Bastiaan skipped over a few suggestions he'd usually offer a virgin first, and said, "I'd really like it if you fucked me in the ass."

Lennart's eyes widened. "Oh," he said.

"You don't have to," Bastiaan said. "But if I didn't at least ask, I'd be kicking myself for weeks."

"Really?" Lennart asked.

Bastiaan smiled at him. "One of the things about having sex for money is, you learn what you like," he said. "And your dick looks like a size and shape I would very much like inside me."

"Oh," Lennart said again. It came out hoarse and broken again. He cleared his throat before going on, "Show me what to do."

Again, Lennart proved a capable student, good at taking direction and desperate to please Bastiaan. He fingered Bastiaan slick and open like it was the greatest gift he'd ever been given, the most important task he'd ever undertake, and barely seemed aware his own cock was once again fully erect and steadily leaking.

If Bastiaan was being truly selfish, he would have asked Lennart to take him from behind, which he tended to enjoy more. But as much as Lennart liked pleasing Bastiaan, they didn't know each other, and Lennart had to take Bastiaan's word for it about what he enjoyed. Riding Lennart, so he could watch Bastiaan enjoy himself and see the only person he'd ever been attracted to bounce on his dick, would undoubtedly be a better experience. If he came back, Bastiaan told himself, he'd ask Lennart to take him from behind.

"Oh, god," Lennart groaned as Bastiaan eased down onto his cock.

It might have been good, actually, that so few of Bastiaan's customers wanted to do this, because Bastiaan really enjoyed it too much to be much use. Luckily, he was by now quite certain Lennart would enjoy the way Bastiaan lost his head. The initial intrusion was always the worst part, in that it pushed every other thought right out of Bastiaan's head, to be replaced with the extremely base thoughts of so good and too much and a little more chasing each other around on a loop. It took real effort not to immediately push himself back up and start riding Lennart as hard as he could. Instead, Bastiaan forced himself to focus on Lennart's face. It took a moment for his eyes to align properly.

Lennart was completely dumbstruck. Bastiaan had seen priests in the middle of visions look less enraptured. Lennart's grip on Bastiaan's hips was tight, his thumbs digging in beneath Bastiaan's hip bones. Still, Lennart gathered the wherewithal to speak before Bastiaan did, and asked, "How is it?"

Bastiaan moaned, "So good, god, you have no idea." Bastiaan typically had trouble obliging people who wanted their whores to be slutty and empty-headed. Like this, however, it was all too easy to start babbling about how good it felt. "Oh, fuck, oh god," he went on when he started moving. "Oh, that's good, that's so good, god!"

"Good," Lennart said breathlessly. He groaned. "This is very nice."

Bastiaan tried to laugh, but he didn't have enough breath to do so. Lennart had started thrusting up into Bastiaan to meet him, driving his cock deeper inside him, and it was just this side of too much. Bastiaan leaned back to brace himself on Lennart's thighs, so Lennart's cock would do more than simply brush his prostate, and felt his cock dribble a bit of pre-come when he got the angle right.

"You are so beautiful," Lennart breathed, which was not a compliment Bastiaan often received. It felt more embarrassing because he could hardly doubt Lennart meant it.

"I'm glad you think so," Bastiaan managed.

That was the end of conversation for the moment; Bastiaan was far too preoccupied to speak. At some point thereafter, one of Lennart's hands left Bastiaan's hip to wrap around his cock, and Bastiaan was quickly trapped between the urge to drive Lennart's cock as deep into him as possible and the urge to fuck into Lennart's hand as hard as possible. After an eternity that wasn't nearly long enough, Bastiaan came. His hands spasmed as he did so, digging his nails into Lennart's thighs. Lennart whimpered, then started coming inside Bastiaan while Bastiaan's body still convulsed around him.

It took a while for Bastiaan to be able to move and think again. Thankfully, Lennart didn't seem to mind the mess, or Bastiaan's dazed collapse onto the bed beside him.

Perhaps as long as half an hour later, Bastiaan roused himself enough to get out a cloth to wipe off all the sweat, semen, and lube. He'd need to change his sheet, but that was why he put away his actual blankets before the brothel opened. He looked at Lennart, who was watching him with the same intense attention as he had been all evening. He silently offered Lennart the soiled cloth.

While Lennart wiped his hands and dick clean, Bastiaan asked him, "So what do you do that you can afford to buy out my whole night but I've never seen you in town before?"

"I'm a mercenary," Lennart said. He unfolded and refolded the cloth so it was relatively clean on the outside, then handed it back to Bastiaan.

"Oh, are you?" Bastiaan asked. He tossed the cloth into the basket he kept next to the bed for that purpose. "I didn't know there were any troupes in town at the moment."

"I work alone," Lennart said.

Bastiaan had traveled with a mercenary troupe, briefly, immediately after the murder of his parents, and was still in contact with the captain of that troupe. Mercenaries might take a job here and there singly, but usually traveled in at least pairs. Bastiaan raised his eyebrows and said, "You must be either very good or very bad, then."

Lennart smiled at that. He said, "Yes," and left it there. He asked, "Have you worked here long?"

"Since I was old enough to," Bastiaan said. He started out running errands during daylight hours, not taking customers until years later.

"Do you like it?" Lennart asked.

Ordinarily when people asked Bastiaan or one of his colleagues if they liked working in the brothel, it was because they had an answer they wanted to hear. Some people wanted to hear their whores say they hated it and wouldn't do it if they had any choice, while some people wanted to hear about how freeing and enjoyable it was. Lennart asked the question like Bastiaan was any other new acquaintance he was getting to know. That was nice enough that Bastiaan told him honestly, "Well enough. Some parts more than others."

Lennart nodded. "That is true for most people, I believe." Bastiaan made an affirmative noise. "What do you usually do?" Lennart asked.

"Well, I'm obviously one of the only options available around here to people who want to hire a man," Bastiaan said. "Other than that, I do a lot of S&M."

"What's that?" Lennart asked, in the exact same politely curious manner.

God, he really didn't know anything, did he? Bastiaan was fairly certain that was the term adults who didn't spend their time in brothels would be likeliest to know. Bastiaan said, "Mostly hurting people who want to be hurt. Only about half of them are in it for sexual gratification, but it's an awkward thing to ask anyone else to do."

Lennart frowned, and asked, "Why would people want to be hurt?"

Bastiaan smiled. "Lots of reasons," he said. "Mostly because it turns them on, but a lot because it can feel nice when you're doing it on purpose. Haven't you ever poked a bruise or wiggled a loose tooth?"

"Oh," Lennart said, and thought for a minute or two. "What kind of...hurting people...do you do most often?"

"Well, a lot of people want some hair-pulling or slapping," Bastiaan said. "Spankings and beatings are pretty common, too. I'm kind of a specialist, though; since I have an affinity for healing magic, we can offer a lot of things other brothels can't."

"Such as?" Lennart asked. It was not lost on Bastiaan that his breathing had sped up again. He supposed it wasn't too surprising that a mercenary would have a strong reaction to violence.

"Things that would be too risky to do without a healer on hand," Bastiaan said. "Choking's a big one, reputable brothels don't allow choking without a healer in the room. Actual bleeding and wound play. I've stabbed and cut open a lot of people, fingered a lot of wounds. I mean, there's still some things I can't heal, but if someone's got an amputation kink they'll probably be a lot happier figuring something out with me than with someone who can't heal them."

"Is that a thing?" Lennart asked. He didn't seem alarmed, which was more than most people when Bastiaan got to talking about it.

"It's an extreme example," Bastiaan said. "But yes. Some people enjoy the pain, and some people enjoy the loss of control. Some people like the fact that their only job is to endure." Bastiaan smiled at Lennart again, because he suspected this last category might be of particular interest to Lennart. "And some people feel like they need to do something to earn the bit they really enjoy, which is when I tell them what a good job they did."

"Mm. This is common enough you do it regularly?" Lennart asked.

"Most brothels offer the safer stuff," Bastiaan said. "I'd have to ask around, but I think about half our customers want it at least sometimes. There aren't as many people who want something dangerous enough to need me--except choking, so many people want choking--but even apart from my regulars, I get some every week."

"Hmm," Lennart said.

"Why?" Bastiaan asked. "Have you thought about it?"

"Not until this conversation," Lennart said. Enough color had risen in his cheeks that Bastiaan knew he didn't find it wholly uninteresting. "I have sometimes been accused of enjoying my work overmuch," he admitted. "Which seems like it was probably hypocritical in at least some cases."

"That makes sense," Bastiaan said. "For how often people ask for it, they're usually fairly ashamed of it." He traced a hand down the center of Lennart's chest, and asked, "Is that something you'd be interested in? Do you want to let me have my way with you, and be my good boy?"

Lennart went very still. Bastiaan didn't know him well enough to tell if that was a good sign or a bad sign, so he waited. Lennart's breathing was a little fast, and his cheeks were still pink, but Bastiaan knew as well as anyone could that arousal and distress sometimes looked disconcertingly similar. Even with his regulars, Bastiaan wasn't always sure. Finally, Lennart said, "I would like to try, at least."

Part of Bastiaan itched to suggest Lennart hurt him, which was not something he had ever actively desired before. He'd done it, of course, and he'd often enjoyed it, but letting a customer take control without supervision was not something they offered without a hell of a down payment, or a long-lasting enough relationship to actually trust said customer. Lord Avis, for instance, was allowed to restrain and beat any of them who did that sort of work, but Brunhild had been essentially his mistress for nearly fifteen years, and Madam Louisa trusted him. It would be unwise in the extreme to let Lennart, a first-time customer who had been a virgin until earlier that night and had never done any sort of S&M, take the lead. Even if Bastiaan found the idea surprisingly appealing.

Bastiaan slid his fingers further down Lennart's body, until Bastiaan reached the edges of his pubic hair and Lennart's breath hitched. Bastiaan asked, "Did you have something in mind?"

"What do you like?" Lennart asked. Bastiaan let his fingers drift further down to stroke the very base of Lennart's cock. Lennart said, "I, ah, liked the idea of you having your way with me."

"Oh?" Bastiaan asked. Of course he did; Lennart really wanted Bastiaan to enjoy himself. "Then how would you feel about taking a beating for me?"

"Good," Lennart said, his voice cracking.

"Oh, really good, hmm?" Bastiaan asked. "I think I'd like to beat you until your entire back is red and tender, how does that sound?" He hardly needed to ask, given how rapidly Lennart's cock was hardening beneath his fingers.

"Also good," Lennart said, face reddening further.

"Good," Bastiaan said. He gave Lennart's cock a teasingly light stroke. "Then when your back is on fire and another strike would break the skin, I'd stop beating you and start fucking you."

Lennart whined, which was delightful. "Please," he said, voice quiet and shaky.

Bastiaan kissed him, immediately nibbling at Lennart's lower lip. Lennart all but melted under him. God, he was sexy. Bastiaan half wished more of his customers were this attractive, and half was glad they weren't. He doubted he could be as good at his job as he was if more of his customers drove him crazy like this.

Bastiaan crawled over Lennart to get out of the bed. Lennart watched him in silence, until Bastiaan pulled open the curtain concealing his dungeon equipment against the wall. Lennart exclaimed, "Oh!"

Bastiaan secured the curtains, then went back to set up the diagonal cross. Most of Bastiaan's dungeon equipment folded flat and had to be pulled out to use, but some of it could stay against the wall during use. The heavier-duty furniture lived in the dedicated dungeon, but enough of Bastiaan's customers came specifically for his ability to break them harder than others could that Madam Louisa had arranged for him to have his own set.

He checked to make sure the cross was secure and would take Lennart's weight, then went over to the wardrobe to get his out his tool chest. It was somewhat annoying to have to do this much prep work, but not scaring off the vanilla customers while still having the flexibility to torture someone was nice. And he knew it was a point in his favor, even for those of his customers who didn't want the more extreme torments, that Bastiaan could plausibly be fucking them in nice, vanilla ways. He had one regular he knew wasn't particularly attracted to men and would have been happier with Mistress Renate, but was too nervous about the idea of someone knowing he liked being whipped to stomach seeing someone who offered nothing at all in the way of vanilla services.

"Come here," Bastiaan said. Lennart leapt to obey. His cock was fully hard again, just from watching Bastiaan set up. Oh, he was cute. "Face the wall. Wrists up here," Bastiaan pointed, "ankles down here. Do you think you can hold this position, or should I tie you up?"

"Tie me up," Lennart said, almost before Bastiaan finished asking.

Bastiaan smiled. Lennart was already leaning against the cross, or Bastiaan would have kissed him again.

The ends of the cross were padded, to make holding on less painful, but there were also metal rings set into the sides to attach things to. Bastiaan strapped Lennart's wrists to the top posts, then bent down to fasten his ankles to the bottoms. "Not too tight?" he asked.

"No," Lennart said.

"Tell me if you start feeling numb or tingly," Bastiaan said.

"Ah, yes," Lennart said.

Bastiaan patted Lennart's shoulder and said, "Good boy." Lennart's next breath was noisy.

Bastiaan wouldn't lie, he did enjoy seeing the expanse of someone's unmarked flesh laid out in front of him. It was satisfying, even when he didn't find someone especially attractive, to know they trusted Bastiaan enough to let themselves be entirely at his mercy. Bastiaan ran his hands along the pale skin of Lennart's back, petting it. "Oh," Bastiaan said, "before we start."

"Mm?"

Perhaps Bastiaan should have mentioned this sooner; Lennart already sounded a little out of it. Some people did find simply being restrained enough to put them under. "This is still supposed to be something you enjoy," Bastiaan said. "I'll stop if you tell me to. But some people like to be able to say 'stop' or 'no' without me actually stopping."

After a moment, Lennart asked, "How does that work?"

"We have a code word," Bastiaan said. He brushed Lennart's tail of hair over his shoulder, so it wouldn't get tangled in the falls of his tools. "Something people are unlikely to say by accident, even when we're pretending they don't want this."

"Ah," Lennart said. "I don't know that that's a concern for me."

No, Lennart didn't seem like the type to want that kind of game. Certainly not the first time, when Bastiaan wouldn't even offer it without being asked. "Still," Bastiaan said. "How about if you say stop or no, I check in with you, but if you say Gustav, I stop immediately. That way if something goes wrong, we'll both know it."

"That seems reasonable," Lennart said.

"Good," Bastiaan said. "So what's the word if you need to stop immediately?"

Lennart huffed, probably impatient. He said, "Gustav."

"That's right," Bastiaan said. He leaned in to press a kiss to the back of Lennart's neck, then murmured, "Good boy."

Bastiaan was not surprised to feel Lennart shiver.

He picked up his lightest flogger. He could start even lighter than that, of course, with the feathers or even his hands, but he suspected Lennart had certain expectations of something Bastiaan had called a beating. He still started slowly, trailing the leather falls across Lennart's upper back. He saw Lennart shiver again. He was interested to see if he could actually beat Lennart right up to the point of bleeding; it wasn't something everyone could actually endure, even if they liked the sound of it.

Lennart made a soft noise after the first real strike. Bastiaan waited to see if he would say something, but he didn't, so Bastiaan hit him again. He let out another grunt, which was similar to the noises he'd made when Bastiaan rode him, but different enough to give Bastiaan pause. Bastiaan asked, "Good?"

"This may sound strange," Lennart said, which made Bastiaan smile, "but do you have anything heavier? This is...sharp."

"Oh," Bastiaan said. "Sure." He stepped in close enough to kiss the back of Lennart's neck once more and said, "Good boy."

Lennart growled.

Bastiaan swapped out his lightest flogger for one of the medium ones. He struck Lennart again, not swinging as hard as he could have, counting on the heavier, thicker falls to make themselves known. Lennart gasped. Bastiaan asked, "Better?"

"Yes," Lennart said. "Thank you."

"Of course," Bastiaan said. "Thank you for letting me know." Lennart took a breath to respond, and Bastiaan hit him again. Lennart gasped.

Lennart was a lot less quiet while being flogged than he had been while Bastiaan rode him. He gasped and groaned like Bastiaan was already fucking him. Every time Bastiaan told him what a good job he was doing, how well he was taking it, how lovely he looked with Bastiaan's marks on him, he thanked Bastiaan in a choked voice.

Eventually, Lennart's skin was so red and tender that Bastiaan had to ease off on the force. The lightest strike was enough to make Lennart shout. He hadn't been that loud even when he was digging his fingers into Bastiaan's hips and coming inside him. Even Bastiaan running his fingers over Lennart's back made him shudder. Heat radiated off of Lennart's abused skin.

"Sadly," Bastiaan said, barely letting his nails make contact with Lennart's back, "I'm not sure how much more of this you could take."

Lennart made a noise Bastiaan interpreted as sad. After a moment, Lennart asked with a rough voice, "Does that mean you're going to fuck me now?"

"If you're still interested," Bastiaan said.

Even before Bastiaan finished speaking, Lennart was saying, "Yes, yes, please."

"You beg so pretty for me," Bastiaan murmured. He kissed the side of Lennart's neck. "How do you feel about staying on the cross while I fuck you?"

Lennart groaned. "Good," he said. "Please."

It was never unpleasant for Bastiaan to do this for someone, but tonight he was almost painfully hard. He dragged over the little platform he kept under the bed and slid it between the legs of the cross, so he would have enough height to reach. Then he got a good handful of lube and slicked himself up. He had to pause and take a deep breath to keep himself under control. That was not a problem he often had anymore, but Lennart had gotten under his skin from the start.

"You have been so very good for me," Bastiaan said, getting into position behind Lennart. "Such a good boy. So I'll offer you a choice." He pressed his slick fingers between Lennart's buttocks, to rub against his asshole. Lennart trembled, clutching the cross with his hands. He hadn't come while Bastiaan was beating him, but Bastiaan would bet it had been a near thing. If Lennart came back, Bastiaan would have to try and make him. Moving his fingers slowly around the puckered skin surrounding Lennart's hole, Bastiaan told him, "I could be gentle and slow, since it's your first time...or I could fuck you hard, and it will probably hurt."

Lennart whimpered. "Hard," he said, with a hoarse voice. "Please. As hard as you want."

Here he was, still saying dangerous things. Well, he had certainly proven he wasn't entirely foolish to do so; he was a genuine masochist who'd endured quite a first beating. And Bastiaan could always heal him right after, if it turned out he didn't enjoy it as much as he predicted.

Bastiaan lined up his cock, and pushed in.

Lennart's body offered shockingly little resistance. Lennart groaned as Bastiaan pushed inexorably in. "God," he croaked.

Bastiaan fucked him hard, never giving all the way in to the temptation to try and destroy Lennart, but certainly harder than he would usually fuck a virginal ass. Again, Lennart was much more vocal on the receiving end than he had been while penetrating Bastiaan. It was maddening.

Halfway through, Lennart started moaning, "Please, please," over and over again.

Bastiaan paused, to ask if he needed to stop, and Lennart cried, "No, don't stop, don't stop!" Which answered that question.

Lennart was practically sobbing by the time Bastiaan came. Bastiaan rested his face on Lennart's shoulder and reached around for his cock. He barely touched it before Lennart convulsed, shooting ropes of come onto the wall. Bastiaan kissed his shoulder, then the back of his neck. "Look at you," he murmured, "waiting to come until I let you. What a good boy."

Lennart gasped, and his cock twitched, but there was only a little dribble of fluid from it.

When Bastiaan had his body back under solid control, he pulled out of Lennart's ass. There was no blood, but Lennart did hiss a breath in through his teeth. Bastiaan said, "I'm going to untie you from the cross now. You think about how much you want me to heal you, okay? It doesn't look like I broke the skin anywhere, but you'll be pretty sore tomorrow if I don't."

"Mm," Lennart said. Bastiaan assumed he would have to repeat that later; Lennart didn't seem like he was completely back in the world yet.

Bastiaan released his ankles first. With only a little prompting, Lennart wiggled them and confirmed they felt fine. Bastiaan stood up to reach for his wrists as well. It took Lennart a little effort to unclench his hands from around the ends of the cross, and he stretched them and rotated his wrists without any prompting.

Bastiaan gently pressed himself flush to Lennart's back and kissed the back of his neck again. "Good boy," he murmured. He slipped his hands around Lennart's waist and eased him back from the cross. Lennart put his arms down, still flexing his hands and wrists, and leaned back against Bastiaan a little too heavily. Bastiaan staggered a bit, because it was unexpected, but he righted them, then led Lennart back to the bed.

"Did you think about how much healing you want?" Bastiaan asked. He'd had to lay down too, so Lennart could cling to him. That was something most of his vanilla customers didn't get, but many of the S&M crowd needed it afterwards. One reason Bastiaan didn't like doing it with vanilla customers was how intimate it felt, and he didn't really think fucking someone was necessarily that intimate, but flogging someone or fucking them until they were crying certainly was.

He attempted to ignore the voice in the back of his head saying he would have let Lennart cuddle him regardless.

After a moment, Lennart said muzzily, "Would it be possible to only heal me at the end of the night? I want to feel you a little longer."

Bastiaan smiled, and kissed Lennart's hair. "Sure," he said.

Unsurprisingly, Lennart fell asleep not long after. Bastiaan carefully slipped out of the bed to put away his dungeon things, then opened up the trunk where he kept his blankets. He rolled them out and pulled them up over Lennart, then went around to snuff the candles out. Then, when it was dark, he slipped back into the bed. Lennart stirred only enough to reattach himself to Bastiaan's side.

#bastiaan at the brothel #s2b2 extras

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Sophie's really bad and also currently incomplete "Summary" of The Sofa Book

@nobody33333333 Here you go

I'm putting this under the cut because Moth said he might want to read it at some point. Everyone else is welcome to my insanity.

Also, fair warning, because I'm really bad at summarizing things so there's going to be a lot of touch and go with how detailed this is

I found this book in a bargain book bin several years ago in a local grocery store and my mother bought it for me because I thought it looked interesting.

I was right.

But it is also so many other things.

And it has an unprecedented number of references to other media, namely The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and A Wrinkle in Time, by my count

So, there's these three kids: River, Freak, and Fiona. River's parents died in a car crash, when he was little, and that also gave him a limp. River arrives at the bus stop one day to find a sofa just. Sitting there. (It is worth noting that the sofa is coloured similarly to Mr. Benedict's green suit. And that there is a possible bloodstain on one of the cushions)

River's friend Freak is sitting on the sofa, and soon their other friend Fiona shows up. Fiona is the only one of the trio to have a phone, but she also refuses to be seen with the boys in public because "girls mature faster than boys and [she] really [needs] to be with people [her] own age" and she tells the boys not to take it personally, it's just that emotionally the boys are both six.

Fiona's a lot of fun.

She also constantly wears very strange outfits with extremely clashing colours. No one mentions this to her.

So, the kids deduce that the couch probably belonged to "old man Underhill" since it's technically outside his driveway. Fiona suggests looking for loose change in-between the cushions. They find a peanut shell, a gum wrapper, a plaid sock, a weird coin that has two different people's heads and words in an unknown alphabet, a green crayon labeled "ZUCCHINI", and a fishhook that River discovers because he jams his hand into the couch and gets stabbed.

They save all of these things "for posterity", which is a good thing because Fiona then finds out that there are collectors out there who will pay a lot of money for it so she sets up an online auction.

Background information that is important: The town they live in (Cheshire) backs up to a coal-seam fire wasteland called Hellsboro, which has been burning for twelve years and was caused by some kind of accident at the Rodmore Chemical plant, the abandoned building at the center of Hellsboro. The three kids are the only people who live in the houses near Hellsboro, and the rest of the city is several miles away.

Also, phones and other technology are sold by the company Disin Tel, and basically every food is made by Agra Nation. And there are huge town-wide flash mobs that happen every so often, which the participants deny ever happening. This is a common argument with the kids as Fiona takes part in the flash mobs and the boys are annoyed she keeps pretending it never happened.

The crayon auction has now jumped to over seven thousand dollars, and the kids are freaking out. The bidding war is between GORLAB and Alecto, but River points out that technically they don't own the crayon, and should check with Mr. Underhill first.

They end up speaking to him through a speaker in the front gate of the Underhill house, at which point we discover that this man is, in fact, not Mr. Underhill. Mr. Underhill died at age 97 in a tobogganing accident. This guy is named Alf.

They mention that they found the crayon in the sofa, to which Alf replies "Oh, that sofa. I was wondering where it had gotten to. I didn't realize if was missing until yesterday even when I tried to sit down. Imagine my surprise."

Alf also references the fact that his pneumatic mail slot apparently ate the mailman's hand, but that's not relevant.

Alf suggests they meet after the kids get out of school to discuss the mattter (Dropping a few very specific details about the kids' lives that he has no way of knowing), and the kids agree.

River gets back to the gate early, and takes a nap on the sofa. He has a very strange dream involving his irritated and pedantic English teacher wearing a suit made out of the sofa upholstery. This is not, in fact, his English teacher, but rather "the sofa's spokesperson".

There is then a very confusing explanation about a place called "Indorsia" that is described as being like a landscape "on the inside surface of a giant, hollow sphere", which is where the sofa's from.

The sofa is a piece of "smart furniture", which means it "keeps itself clean; it digests stains; it can change its color to match the drapes" and also it grows from small, sugar-cube-like objects. This "makes it easier to pack if you're being pursued by storm troopers".

It takes a year for the sofa to grow to full size, and this sofa in particular has nanotech factories in both armrests, which can copy small objects once given a sample. (Such as replicating spare change)

Also, (And here you are, Bods) the sofa is the only entity in either their world or Indorsia to have the ability to tesser

This means it can teleport, with a maximum range of two miles and the need to recharge, but nonetheless quite impressive as it figured out how to do this on its own.

And it powers itself to do all these things by eating dust bunnies

AND WE'RE STOPPING HERE FOR TONIGHT BECAUSE I NEED TO GO EAT. I WILL TRY AND FINISH LATER, IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED :)

#I hope this helps #I overestimated my ability to summarize #And immediately grabbed my book so I could double check and find every tiny detail #But at least now you know why the sofa was at the bustop #Hopefully I can get to the next chapter soon because that's where the lunacy really takes off #what we found in the sofa and how it saved the world

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none-prob · 1 year

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I write about a character per day

Day 20: Viney (Finale)

Healer. Beastkeeper. Anarchist.

How many things I can say about a character who had her fair share of 2 episodes with 4 more in the background. Oh boy let's go.

Alright getting this out of the way, and the only time I do this because it's Viney. As my favourite character of the show and 2nd favourite of all time (behind a water witch), I want to headcanon so many things for Viney. She's aroace, because everyone is aroace until proven otherwise :P. My favourite ship to Viney is Luney, in a platonic way, that I would like it even more if I didn't know about Lumity too early. She's an engineer in both biology and chemistry. She opens a veterinarian clinic for mythical pets, while also studies medicine and other methods of healing.

Okay, I gotta admit I like Luney more because of Viney being too awesome and their first interaction were pretty cool. Viney has healing and beastkeeping, two of the most underrated coven of the show. Healing potential looked quite awesome, as she even used a shield made out of the coven sigil. As a diehard fan of Steven Universe, I loved that moment so much.

(yes this is the only writing post I will put images on, screw me)

Beastkeeping may have destroyed the class and got her in detention, but who cares, Puddles is the coolest friend a veterinarian can have. And it is so nice that she chose Healing with Beastkeeping, specifically to heal all the pets she got.

I'm going on a limb and say this. Viney is the perfect successor of Eda, maybe with less rebellious intent than her last generation. The tunnel she used? Eda used it before. The Troublemakers Wall? Eda is the Queen. Viney looks up to Eda, as the pioneer of anarchism in the school. Baby Anarchist Viney is so incredible and I love it.

Viney's outfit is also torn like Eda, in fact her uniform is actually more unique than any other students. Her shirt pin points out, unlike other students, her shirt was torn in a way no one does that. And of course the hook earring. My baby anarchist is so determined to rebel.

Side note: I can take a whole day just talking about her hook earring.

The hate between Viney and Jerbo really is incredibly funny tbh. She just decided to hate him. And when Jerbo joined the other time, she just saw all hell broke loose, gave him that death stare in the eyes. That's just awesome lol.

The First Day is her debut, and also her best episodes (so much injustice for my baby). The idea of using a griffin as an assistance is cool enough, but property damage and multi-track studying got her into trouble. Oh hey, just like Luz heh. One day in and Luz already was in detention with the troublemakers.

Having to live in the shadow for a while, with not many companies on her side, she developed a lot of skepticism. Which is why she was so mad at Luz when she saw Luz's friend coming, thinking Luz is above the troublemakers, or that interaction with Jerbo. But when Luz was in need for help, she and the students that the school deemed as troublemakers have saved the school, and forced Bump to change the law for multi-track studying. Eda might be the pioneer, but Viney and co are the revolutionists.

Her next appearance is in Hunting Palisman. No comments here, I just want to appreciate this moment. Very mystical manticore for a very mystical girl.

Any Sport in a Storm is the episode with her iconic "Now I'm only scarred emotionally". Despite having more screen time, she still doesn't have that much more lines, she was outshined by Hunter and Willow. She's now a member of Emerald Entrails, she got along well with the team, and her powers got stronger. Good for her, good for her.

And of course the group selfie.

Labyrinth Runners is when we see a bit more of her. And Puddles' second battle. Not as successful as the first, but it's precious enough for me.

The last episode she had a line in was For The Future. Again, very brief moments. Although she got a new drip with the scarf. It's a scarf, alright girl. A moment when my kin (Willow) met my favourite (Viney), it's so incredibly precious.

Her finale design is so cool. She got long hair, cool outfit, but the hook earring must stay. And she was helping in erasing the sigils.

Puddles say bye.

#the owl house #toh #viney #viney toh #toh viney

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Helluva Boss Theory “Fizzarolli And Asmodeus Scandel Theory”

fizzarolli and asmodeus are very underrated duo, ever since the ozzie’s epsiode i’ve been wanting to see more of the two, and i’m very excited that season two will show that, and i’m going to theorize on what the episode will be like

why does it matter if fizzarolli and asmodeus are a couple in the public?

imps in hell are seen as the lowest of them all alongside hellhounds, their just considered poor peasants to the higher ups, and fizz’s identify is hidden from the public, you don’t even recognize him as an imp, and notice how he even covers his mark on his forehead, and is always seen with makeup and a jesters costume, he gave up what he was for money and fame, and the make things ever more insane, asmodeus is not just anyone, he’s not just a prince like stolas, he’s the LITERAL prince of hell, the embodiment of lust, how would it look to the public if they found out that the prince of lust is in love with frizz, who is a imp, bad right?

though to be fair, i think think the public will now about the imp part, in the second trailer of season 2, where blitz and fizz are talking, he seems to be in his jester outfit, so his identity may still be hidden from the public

what could happen if the relationship is public?

alot of bad things can happen if their relationship is outed, lust is asmodeus entire thing, love is thing he often discouragers, and he will be seen as a hypocrite considering how he bashed moxxie for singing a love song to his wife (which was so cute and sweet!!), so he will be seen as a laughing stock,

fizz however, may suffer the most, his entire career can be put on the line, fizz isn’t just like any other famous people in hell, their literal bots of him because it’s that hard to get the real one to come and entertain people, any bad scandal is bad for him, and the fact he was in a secret love relationship with the prince of lust can put him in a bad spot

what will happen in that episode?

i personally think that after fizz and asmodeus are caught in the kitchen acting lovely dovy, as it’s shown in the news papers that they got exposed, i think fizz takes a hard hit in his career, people are mocking him, making kissing noises, mocking him for loving a prince of lust, it’s get’s bad for him, and their’s a possible chance that his identify of an imp may be exposed

i’m not sure excatly why blitz and fizz are talking at what seems like a bar, but most likely i’m thinking blitz was at the bar first, just getting drink after a long day and still probably sour about his whole situation with stolas, and while he was their fizz just happened to come and notice him last minute, their conversation starts to get heavy and pretty heated, (and i think that fizz would bring up stolas, i can totally see that happening) and in the trailer you can hear frizz saying

“glad you can admit it, want a medal?”

and in the next couple shots, you can see blitz yelling at him and fizz suddenly stopping in his tracks, with a sudden frown on his face, when before he had on his usual grin

in my last couple of posts, i made a theory about how fizz betrayed blitz by leaving him behind for his own career, and i think this little bit of encounter just proved it even more, don’t get me wrong, i do think blitz may have hurt him too, but o do truly think that fizz was the one who betrayed and left him behind the most, after all, if he was the innocent one, why would he care enough to frown and stop walking away when blitz was the one yelling at him?

i think fizz’s jester career in season 2 will defiantly meet some sort of halt and be put into a very tight spot, and he will be forced to choose between his career or his love life

#Helluva Boss #fizzarolli and asmodeus #fizzarolli #asmodeus #blitzo #Blitz #Helluva Boss theories #helluvaboss #helluvaboss theory #fizzarolli and asmodeus theory #helluva boss fizz #fizzarolli and blitzo

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More W.I.Ps Yay

Psychopomp

Summary: Travis has psychopomp powers, Connor likely does too but no one knows other than Travis himself. Travis decides to summon Luke for some reason.

Notes to myself:

[the no good bad evil oneshot about Luke and Travis]

[Travis summons Luke]

[Make sure there has to be a lifeline that keeps Travis alive during the ritual.]

[Have his lifeline accidentally be Katie]

[Have Katie show up near the end]

[He compares the whispering to Katie talking so much, and that causes things to spitball and anchor his life]

["Great, just what I needed—Katie's voice in surround sound," he grumbled, a desperate attempt at humour in the face of the spectral onslaught.]

[Diaktoros- Guide, Messenger]

[Athanatos Diaktoros- Immortal guide]

["What are you doing?" Luke said

Travis rips the blanket off himself and throws it on the ground, suddenly disgusted by its existence.

"Don't throw my blanket".]

[Have Travis have a panic attack when Katie arrives because he's so scared of what she thinks]

[Have Travis refer to him and Katie as a demented demigod Persephone and Hades]

Small extract:

"Hey..."

"Mmm...five more minutes," I mumbled, trying to get at least a few more moments of sleep. The last few nights have been sleepless and filled with tossing and turning, nightmares and a bunch of other stuff I don't wanna talk about; sleep was something I really needed right now.

"Hey, Trav."

I shoved a pillow over my head. "Go away". I don't care if it was Cecil, Chris, or Connor—wow, there are alot of C names in this cabin. What is Hermes' deal with names that start with a C?

"Travis Thomas Stoll. Wake. Up. Now."

That wasn't even close to my middle name. I don't even think I have a middle name. But before I could even point that fact out, a small fist decided to acquaint itself with my stomach.

So it was Connor.

That little shithead.

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2. Who is the monster? the children?

Summary: Magnus Chase/Norse myth oneshot of Loki's 'monster' children being brought to Odin. From the third person view of Hel.

Notes to myself:

[F you Odin]

[Think of a nickname for Jormungandr because I ain't calling him by his full name for the entire shot.]

[Forgot Hel was the youngest midway through this, so let's pretend Hel is freakishly (horrible phrasing) strong]

[Technically, a monster isn't a bad thing to be. It just has bad associations]

[Fun fact: Monster derives from the Latin monstrum, itself derived ultimately from the verb moneo—to remind, warn, instruct, or foretell

[höggspjót—chopping spear. It takes its name from Old Norse högg, stroke, blow, slaughter, beheading and spjót, "spear]

[They are so gonna use that on the snake :(]

Small extract:

She assumes they must be young because they are only as big as Fenrir. Not as big as her mom or other Jotun.

Jormungandr hissed in her arms. She was playing with him when the warriors came with their pointy weapons and red faces, so he refused to let go of her. Even when the warriors pointed their höggspjót at him and

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3. Wine Child: chapter two draft 4? Fuck what number are we on?

Summary: Percy's pov of the de aged Mr D fanfic. Hebe shows up, dumps 8yr old Dio at camp. Ruins Percy's date. Dives into Dio's demigod trauma.

Notes to myself:

[Work on chapter title]

[Dio has a sword, where does he get the sword? fuck knows. Hebe gave the 8yr old a sword for funsies]

[He's wearing a girls outfit and has wild curly hair]

[make him punch Percy in the balls]—has been changed to Will now.

Small extract:

Did I mention that she's holding a very alive-looking, violently squirming gym bag?

"Well, it's a funny story, really." She said, which meant in god language: It was very much not funny, but you better laugh or I vaporize you.

She twirled the gym bag in her hand as she talked, pulling it up by the straps and tipping it upside down like a very angry yoyo.

Whatever was in the bag really didn't like that, which to be fair, I'd be pretty cranky if some goddess shoved me in a gym bag and then started playing with the bag like a yoyo.

"What I didn't account for was how whiney he was. So then I thought, hmm, where was the best place where he could learn to appreciate youth? Nowhere else but summer camp!"

#Wolffox's writing #pjo #wolffox speaks #percy jackson #percy jackson heroes of olympus #heros of olympus #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #fic writing #Only 3 w.i.ps cus i have lots of them but have been only working on these three for the past week

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Fun Observations from the Weekend:

Older Brother is a total handful. Backstory: For most of his placement 2 years ago he was with another foster mom, but he spent 10 days living with me while she was out of town. I also had the other kids at the same time then and I was overwhelmed. I felt I was often frustrated and short tempered with him. Sometimes I’d just make him sit on the couch and not speak or touch anything because otherwise I’d just want to scream as he bounces off the wall and talks all the time, oh and just makes random noise if he is talking. On top of the fact that he was removed from his mom’s house and placed into foster care for months back then. So he would be fairly justified if he remembered his time at my house as being negative. But no, the two older kids have lots of great memories of being at my place. He was asking if they could stay longer and he kept saying things like “Remember how we used to do Best and Worst at dinner, let’s do that again.” And he asked how my parents were doing and insisted on calling them. And he still remembers my door code password. He was asking how often the Twins come over. I told him they come every weekend and he sadly expressed that wasn’t fair. I reminded him they only come here because their family is having some problems and he also used to live here because Mom was having problems and said it’s better he live at home when Mom is doing well, and he happily agreed. But he’d definitely like to visit more often.

When we were at the park, there was a big kid playing. All the kids had taken off their flip flops, and the big boy put one of their pair on. My kids told him to take them off but he ignored so they let him be. Then later he did it again so I walked over to ask him to stop but realised he was likely autistic based on how he wasn’t engaging with my communication, and then he grabbed my arm and tugged and honestly he was strong, it was a little scary because he clearly hurt one of the little kids without meaning to. But all my kids sort of instinctually gave him some space and everyone played nicely. He eventually took off the flip flops. And one of the Cutie Siblings came over and quietly asked me if he had autism. I said, “yeah, I think so.” And they went back to playing. Was a plus point that the Cutie Siblings have been raised to be chill.

My oldest daughter wanted very little to do with the chaos of the kids, but she let the Older Sister sleep in her room. I let the 2 of them stay up later than the rest of us and the next day I heard Older Sister bragging to her brother that she stayed up for “girl talk” with Oldest Daughter. Very cute.

Younger Sister was talking with such good diction and poise. She seems advanced, which is surprising considering she’s the youngest of 4 and not getting much attention. Doesn’t hurt that she’s got gorgeous curly long hair and a perfect kid face. Adorbs.

Younger brother still takes everything very personal, guess it’s just his personality. Overreacts when a sibling accidentally hurts him. Happily tattletales on everyone. He got poop on my bed and lied about it when gentle confronted (but that’s to be expected of course). But get this kid in the pool and he was so happy to be finally learning how to swim. He made huge progress and he’s so proud. And of course in the perfect Spider-Man adoration phase, which I’m a total sucker for.

Took them all shopping and they went home with a new outfit and pack of underwear each.

Well, that’s it. Might not have enough energy to invite them back until another 12 months have gone by. I’m exhausted and I’ve got the Twins for the rest of the year, plus their little sister will join for 1 month of it. Need to save up energy!

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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Again 3 Hatters

Fem! Reader, he has had beef with, is no longer in a relationship and he teases her about it. Goes as far as to say "Maybe he just bored with you." She immediately stands up but instead of punching him she leaves the room.

He has to go get her and finds her trying, and failing, to stop crying and he feels pretty guilty. When trying to talk she tells him to go away. He managed to appease her and when asked why she takes it so hard she says.

Reader: I broke it off because he cheated.

Jervis : Why did he do that?

Reader : Maybe he just get bored with me.

Which Jervis would visit ex to teach him about loyalty?

"Bored of you" x femme reader

Sometimes we just need our f/o's to take care of people who have hurt us.

Tw: hypnosis, drugs, murder

Btas:

- There's very few people he tends to genuinely dislike. But for some reason you just rubbed him the wrong way.

- So of course when he found out you were now single, it was certainly no tragedy to him. Yet as you continually whined about why your boyfriend would leave you- the worst thought came to mind.

- Normally, he wouldn't be quite so mean-spirited. It just sort of came out, "Maybe he was just bored of you." He winces and regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth.

- He's expecting a physical punishment that never comes. Seeing you cry... oh, it breaks his heart. He's falling over himself to say he didn't mean it- that he doesn't even know why he said it!

- It's then that he's sitting next to you, hands on his curled up knees, on the ground to listen to everything. Even as you tell him to leave, he assures you hes trying to be supportive. Then he hears about the ex. He cheated?! What a horrible-

- You're going to hear a miniature ramble on why you don't deserve that and you're better than that! It's a quick turnaround of him not being very fond of you to him stating all your positive traits.

- Now, I don't think he'd quite jump to murder or maiming since you're not an item or particularly that close at this point. I do think however he would terrorize the ex. Just a little. As a treat! Scaring him is fair game.

Gotham:

- He's definitely the more spiteful when he's hurt which is most likely why he doesn't like you. Even if it was a slight you didn't even think of as one! So he's quick to roll his eyes when you're upset.

- It's genuinely a catty side comment he's making when he says your ex got bored of you. Nothing he really thinks you're going to take seriously. When you stand up he realizes that was the step too far.

- He prepares himself for a punch or some kind of verbal abuse before you're storming out. Its likely another rogue was in the room and gave him The Look. He sighs and goes to follow you, feeling like an ass.

- This feeling only gets worse when he finds you crying. He stands in front of you, sincerely apologizing. It stings to have you tell him to go. He's quick to ask, "Why are you taking this so hard? You're a smart, attractive woman. Surely you can find someone else-"

- It's perhaps cold but he truly doesn't get it. Not until you tell him about the cheating. And his own words flung back at him.

- "Ah. I see. I'll see you later." In order to make up for his rudeness, Jervis is going to pay a little visit to the ex. A little hypnosis... Some humiliating outfits.

- The next time you see him, he's standing next to your ex and having him usher a flurry of apologies and any kind of humiliating acts Jervis can think for him to do. He'll either kill him on your order or let the ex live in utter confusion of what's happened.

- He nods after he's done. It's his way of hoping the two of you are on better terms.

Arkhamverse:

- The difference between Arkhamverse and the other two is if he said something like that- it's intentionally manipulative or without any malice at all.

- He doesn't particularly like you for whatever odd reason. After a rogues meeting you mention the fact that you're single. How sad you are- you seem to be making conversation and seeking comfort and he's completely oblivious to that.

- "Maybe he was just bored!" He shrugs. People can be so boring... they want him to be boring, too. He doesn't even see you stand or think he's actually going to be hit.

- But he swears he could hear you sniffle as you left the room. That was what got his attention. Quietly, he slinks behind you and finds you crying. "Oh." He stands there for an awkward moment, unsure of how to respond.

- He almost leaves when you shout at him to go. That he's crazy. But he stands still.

- "Oh please, no. 'I am not crazy! My reality is just different than yours.'" He quotes, then another, "'How fine you look when dressed in rage.'" Even through quotations of that book, you could tell he was trying to be some semblance of comforting.

- You end up telling him everything from the cheating ex and your fear that it really could have been because he was bored. This Jervis outright calls ex a cad. A cowardly fake of a partner!

- Another difference between this Jervis and the others... you don't hear about the ex disappearing. He just does. Better not for you to find out and get upset. Ex gets used as an experiment for new tonics and mind control drugs. Some go better than others.

- Oh well. Sometimes the Rat dies horribly. Not like this one deserved much better! Not even good enough to be used for his work.

#gotham mad hatter #btas mad hatter #arkham mad hatter #mad hatter #foxwriting #tw drugs #tw hypnosis #x reader

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bleujae · 1 year

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・♡・𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦・♡・

♡ Summary: Saying the words "I love you" can definitely be nerve wrecking

♡ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff

♡ Word count: 2.6K

♡ Warnings: mentions of cursing, *let me know if there's anything else I should add ^^*

"Guess I'm saying I don't not love you"

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“Where are we going tomorrow?” Sona whined over the phone, seeing her boyfriend on the other side with his cheeky smile.

“I told you it’s a secret.” Jungwon answered in a sing-song voice, making Sona whine even more.

“Why won’t you tell me?” She gave him her best puppy eyes, trying to convince him.

“Because it’s a secret. And it’s not fair that you’re using your puppy eyes on him. You know that’s basically a weapon to me.” Jungwon warned his girlfriend, trying to resist her cuteness.

“But you won’t tell me where we’re going.” Sona exclaimed while Jungwon almost facepalmed at her argument.

“That’s why I said it was a secret, love~” Jungwon told her. “Just dress pretty like you do every day and I’ll surprise you.”

Sona blushed at his statement. They’ve been dating for a year now but all the nicknames and compliments that Jungwon threw at her still made her heart do somersaults every time.

“Alright.” She mumbled as she slightly covered her red cheeks with her hands. Jungwon cooed at how adorable his girlfriend was.

“I’ll pick you up from class at 3 tomorrow.” Jungwon informed her, making her nod.

“See you tomorrow, Wonie.” Sona waved to him, blowing him a small flying kiss.

Jungwon chuckled as he pretended to catch it. “See you tomorrow, love.”

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Sona swayed side to side, making her light long white skirt slightly go out, moving graciously around her ankles. She smoothed her light blue cardigan that was buttoned down all the way as her hands went back into her cardigan’s sweater paws. She made sure the two small butterfly shaped claw clips on either side of her hair that was used to pin back her bangs were even. She checked her outfit one last time in the full length hung in her school bathroom before walking out to where Jungwon was waiting for her.

“Ready to go?” Jungwon asked, extending his hand which Sona gladly held onto. They started walking to the exit and out of the school.

“Did I tell you that you look really pretty today?” He complimented her, making Sona’s cheeks go flaming red. She coughed out slightly, not being able to say anything which, once again, made Jungwon coo at her shyness when it came to compliments.

“You’re too much.” Sona mumbled, feeling shy at her boyfriend’s gaze. Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, finding her absolutely adorable at the moment.

Jungwon and Sona soon reached the bus station and saw that the bus was already approaching the station. The couple climbed onto the bus and paid for their fee before going to find a seat.

Jungwon had his hand hovering Sona’s back as he led her to a seat, allowing her to take the window seat as he took the seat near the aisle.

Jungwon took his earbuds, putting one side in Sona’s ear before sticking the other one in his ear as well. She sighed in contentment as she put her cheek on Jungwon’s shoulders, hearing a calming melody flow from the earbuds into her own ears. Her eyebrows wrinkled as each song passed, not recognizing the playlist. And Sona would know as she had listened to every single playlist Jungwon created on his spotify account at least a hundred times each.

“Which playlist is this?” Sona sat up, facing him.

“I made one last night. It’s all of the songs we either like or songs that remind me of you.” Jungwon replied, Sona’s heart warmed up just by his response.

Sona never thought she could find a boy so perfect for her. She haven’t dated many guys but has been in enough relationships and situationships to realize how much of a daydream Jungwon was to her.

It was the small things that he noticed about her. Sona loved music; everything reminded her of a song. She loved singing wherever she went and the fact that Jungwon was using music to express his feelings at the moment made her melt internally.

“It’s a beautiful playlist.” Sona whispered as she rested her cheek back on his shoulder, naturally taking his hands into her small ones.

And for the rest of the bus ride, the smile on Sona’s lips didn’t falter for a second.

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“Can’t you at least give me a hint on where we’re going?” Sona asked for the hundredth time, making Jungwon chuckle at her impatience.

“You’ve said that every minute. Just be patient.”

“But I’m so curious!” Sona exclaimed.

Jungwon patted her head. “I know, love. But we’re almost there.”

Sona just nodded and continued walking next to Jungwon, swinging their intertwined hands. The statement, ‘can you please give me a hint’ was itching on her tongue but she held it in, knowing Jungwon wouldn’t answer her. She pouted her lips, wondering where he could be taking her. She looked around, having a vague memory of being here, but not really being sure if she’s just seen this in her dreams.

“Don’t pout, Sona.” Jungwon giggled. “We’re here!”

Sona gasped as she saw where they were. It was the place that they had, not their first date, but their second date. Of course, everyone remembers their first date the most; It’s the first. However with Sona and Jungwon, their second date was something that they could never forget about.

This is the place where Jungwon had officially asked Sona to be his girlfriend. The wallpaper of Sona’s lock screen was still one of the many pictures they had taken that day. It was a silhouette picture of them in the park, Jungwon holding the girl up with Sona’s leg bent upwards.

“Wonie…” Sona trailed off, looking around while all the memories of their second date were flooding back to her.

“Come on.” Jungwon softly said, leading her deeper into the park with trees on either side of their pathways. The leaves that have turned from the summer green to the warm tones of autumn were surrounding them and Sona couldn’t help but stare up in awe of how beautiful they were.

“Tada~” Jungwon spread out his arms to reveal a small picnic blanket with different snacks that they both liked on the grass.

Sona gasped and let out a small squeal. “How did you set this up?”

“I may or may not have asked Jay hyung to set this up for me…” Jungwon confessed, rubbing his neck. “With the help of Sunghoon hyung and Heeseung hyung.”

“Of course Jay oppa would do this for you.” Sona giggled, making Jungwon pout.

“Hey! I helped him with setting up a surprise with his girlfriend so it was only fair for him to say yes.” He explained.

“Ok ok.” She chuckled as Jungwon led her to the blanket, both sitting down on the soft blanket. He pulled out the different snacks in the basket as Sona clapped her hands in delight.

Sona wasn’t a huge food person. She was never someone to love food like others. But seeing all of her favorite snacks and drinks laid out in front of her made her excited.

She picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries, taking a bite as she looked around at the scenery a bit more closely this time since she was sitting down.

“Ah…I remember when we came here last year.” Jungwon suddenly spoke up. “It was fall that time too.”

“But instead, last time we couldn’t see all the pretty leaves since it was night time.” Sona pointed out.

Let’s just say, their second date was more of a last minute date. They had meant to go on their second date later however with Jungwon feeling the need to see her that night and Sona’s overwhelming feeling of happiness of just being with him had brought them together that night. Jungwon had spontaneously showed up to her house, calling her to come down. They had randomly ended up at this park after getting on a random bus and getting off at a random station. They didn’t care where they ended up, they simply just enjoyed each other’s company.

Even though they were just in their comfortable clothes consisting of sweatpants, hoodies and sneakers, it was still a magical night for them. And Sona wouldn’t change any details of her lockscreen wallpaper.

“But the stars were really pretty that night though.” Jungwon remarked, making Sona hum in agreement.

…

“Look Jungwon! You can see the stars so clearly from here!” Sona exclaimed, throwing her head back to see the beautiful, clear night sky.

The little white dots that lit up the dark navy sky was a gorgeous view from where Sona and Jungwon were standing. The trees that stood tall around and almost framed the stars, making them stare in awe.

“Isn’t the sky so pretty tonight?” Sona asked, still not taking her eyes off the sky. “And the stars. They’re so sparkly… Like… Cinderella’s ball gown”

Jungwon chuckled at the girl’s unusual comparison. He tore his eyes away from the sky and unto the girl in front of him. He took out his phone and secretly snapped a picture. “Yeah… really pretty.”

Sona unconsciously started taking random steps, her sole focus on the stars. And that was until she felt her foot step on someone else’s and her body collide with another’s. She quickly looked down from the sky and her breath hitched when she realized she ran right into Jungwon. Her eyes widened to see Jungwon so close to her face for the first time.

And of course, Sona being Sona, in her nervousness, started to ramble and looked down to avoid the boy’s eyes “You know my favorite Disney princess used to be Cinderella? Because that ballroom scene was so pretty and I always dreamed of it as a little kid. The way you have your hand on my waist kind of reminds me of that scene with her blue dress. Oh wait, I heard a lot of people saying it was silver instead of blue but like the live action definitely made it bl-”

Her words got cut off when she heard soft music playing into the dark night. She looked back up to see Jungwon smiling. He held out his arm which Sona hesitantly took into her own hands and he wrapped his hand around her waist.

“We can make that dream come true now.” He whispered as he guided her body to move with the flow of the song he played. He occasionally hummed to the melody of the song which made Sona just melt internally.

Sona was thankful that it was night time or Jungwon would’ve seen her red cheeks. In contrast to the chilly autumn night, her cheeks were burning to the point where anyone else could’ve mistaken her for having a fever.

She was so content with the moment she was in, with Jungwon, she hoped it would never end. As the small set of songs that Jungwon chose came to an end, so did their impromptu dance under the gorgeous night sky.

“You are so fucking adorable.” Jungwon whispered as he lightly picked her up and squeezed her, making her giggle.

…

“That dancing thing was so random though.” Sona said, chuckling at the memory.

“Hey but at least I thought of it. Or else you wouldn’t have gotten that pic.” Jungwon argued, pointing at her phone. He doubled tapped her screen to see the pic again, making Sona smile.

“I still can’t believe you got that entire moment on video. You had time to play a song and set your phone on the bench before getting my attention.” Sona recalled.

Jungwon shrugged. “I just really wanted to capture that moment. You really did look cute that night.”

Sona blushed again, feeling the blood rushing towards her cheeks again. “My cheeks are gonna burn off one day because of you.”

“See.” Jungwon exclaimed, giggling. “You are so fucking adorable.”

…

Sona blushed hearing those words come out of his mouth. She buried her face into his neck as she was still up in the air in his arms. She was internally screaming at his sentence, suddenly feeling shy in his presence.

Jungwon laughed at her reaction, feeling the warmth of her face on his neck. He gently placed her down, making her lift her head up from the crook of his neck. She saw how close to Jungwon she was, but this time she didn’t look away or ramble.

Her breath slightly hitched when Jungwon leaned in a bit closer, making sure she was comfortable enough with what he was about to do.

He smiled slightly when Sona leaned in a bit closer, just enough for their lips to brush up against each other but not quite touch. He took the last step and leaned in fully, capturing her lips into his.

Everything about the kiss was perfect: to the way their hearts skipped a beat, the way their lips moved in sync, and the way the beautiful stars were the only witnesses to their first kiss.

Jungwon was the first one to pull back, slightly breathless with tinted cheeks, just like Sona.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

…

“And then you asked me to be your girlfriend.” Sona said, dreamily. She couldn’t have expected a better way to be confessed to.

“Best decision of my life.” Jungwon grinned as he stood up.

Sona looked up at him confused, only to see Jungwon quietly offering his hand. She placed her hand into his and let out a soft squeak when he pulled her up to her feet.

The force of his pull resulted in her colliding into his chest. His arms naturally wrapped around her waist as she steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest. She giggled as he gave a small peck on her forehead. And then one on her nose. And lastly a small kiss on her lips.

“Happy one year.” Jungwon softly murmured as his lips left Sona’s.

She giggled before responding to him. “Happy one year.”

He opened his mouth again to say something but closed it back again, making Sona tilt her head.

“You know we’ve been dating for a year… Been together with all four seasons…” Jungwon started off.

Sona looked at him slightly weird. “Of course. That’s why we just said, happy one year, to each other.”

“And in those four seasons, I was thinking about something.” Jungwon continued, feeling the hands around his girlfriend’s starting to get a bit clammy.

“About…?”

“I think…uhm…I kinda.” Jungwon trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed that he was having such a hard time saying what he wanted.

Come on, it's only three words.

“You kinda…?” Sona tilted her head to the other side, suddenly feeling a bit nervous with her boyfriend’s weird behavior.

“I think I kinda… you know.”

Sona furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Wonie, I can’t read your mind.”

“I think…I mean I guess I want to say that…I don’t not love you…?”

Sona’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at what he just said.

Jungwon loves me…?

Jungwon’s eyes widened as well, cringing on the inside.

Did I just really say it like that?

Many thoughts were running through his mind when Sona wasn’t saying anything. He was starting to feel disappointed in himself. He had rehearsed this scenario in his mind a thousand times. He even practiced with his friends just to calm his nerves. He wasn’t someone to ask for favors but this time was an exception. Anything for the girl he loved.

“I mean, if you don’t feel the same, I obviously understand. I definitely won’t pressure you into saying anything that you don’t want t-”

His rambling was cut off by Sona’ s lips on his. He was first shocked but quickly kissed her back.

“I guess they were right when they say that two people start to become like each other when they love each other.” She giggled.

Jungwon's eyes became slightly bigger at her statement. “Does that mean….”

“Yep.” Sona answered him.

“Yang Jungwon. I guess I’m saying I don’t not love you too.”

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#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen jungwon #jungwon fic #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon fanfic #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon

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eyeless-jeff666 · 2 months

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Like A Lovesong

I did it you all! Shinya and Tsu join their friends for karaoke and are very in love while serenading each other. Fluff, some more fluff, happiness, the war is over and everyone is fine

„Tsu, hurry up, we’re going to be late!”

Shinya complained, and Tsunagu smiled as he saw his husband behind him in the mirror; his hair was down, falling around his shoulders beautifully. He wore a casual red sweater and black jeans with black boots, and Tsunagu couldn’t help but smile at how gorgeous he was:

“Fashionably late, my little fiber. I just need to get my hair done. Do you think my outfit is okay?”

“Tsu /you/ did not just seriously ask /me/ that question!”

The shorter man huffed in playful offense, then took his hand, eyeing him up and down anyway; his gaze wandering over his husband’s outfit. Beige slacks that ran wider at the bottom, heeled brown shoes, and a long caramel-colored coat worn over a cream-colored top. Stylish as always, albeit without the denim. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his denim, it was more that sometimes it could get a bit uncomfortable and boring to wear only his kind of fabric all day every day.

“Are we wearing our bracelets today?”

He asked, taking a look at Shinya’s wrist which was decorated by a band of Jeans, giving him the wanted answer. He reached into the small bowl that sat next to the faucet, taking out a slightly modified worm-on-a-string to clip around his own wrist. These bracelets were something they often wore instead of their wedding rings, much more subtle and personal.

With one last hand motion, he made sure his hair was absolutely perfect before turning to the other man again, kissing him through the mask he was wearing:

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just stay home and order food to watch a movie?”

Shinya chuckled and shook his head, his hair moving mesmerizingly at the motion:

“No, you promised Keigo!”

That was true. He had promised Keigo. Many people believed that he disliked the young hero for his more playful personality, for taking things a lot more lightly and that he merely tolerated him on the job. This, however, was not true; Tsunagu admired his carefree attitude and with the bird hero’s past, could relate to his motivations and goals. He admired him for how much he had achieved despite everything, much more for becoming a hero even if becoming a villain would have been quite understandable. But more than that, he also liked him as a friend. And if his friend begged for months for him to join the group for Karaoke, then it had been inevitable to give in eventually.

“I know I know. I’m a bit nervous though.”

“Oh come on you know that goes away fast! After a drink or two at the latest! And you can’t be much worse than Enji. It’s been so long since you joined, I don’t even think you ever heard him sing?”

Shinya laughed, hugging the taller man to smile up at him:

“Do you know what you’re going to sing yet~?”

The blonde smirked, running a hand through the other’s hair; they’d been married for three years now, and he just continued to fall more in love with Shinya. Things had become a lot more relaxed now, with the biggest threats gone, and it was nice to only worry about embarrassing himself in front of his colleagues and friends.

“I do, in fact. But I won’t say.”

His husband gave a disappointed grunt and crossed his arms:

“Well, then I won’t say either.”

“Fair enough.”

Tsunagu chuckled, offering his arm for Shinya to hold:

“Are you ready to go my dear?”

Keigo, Rumi, Shinji, and Yu were already waiting, with Rumi impatiently stomping her foot. She was clearly not pleased with the couple arriving late and Shinya made a big deal out of calling out to and waving at the four:

“Hey, we’re here!”

Keigo gave a smile and waved back, clearly having been much more patient. After exchanging some quick greetings and small talk, the group headed inside. Like always, it felt like entering a fully new world; bright colorful lights and the sweet smell of cocktails engulfed them along with a warm feeling of safety and relaxation. Tsunagu was already thinking about what drink to order, as Shinya swung their interlocked hands back and forth in adorable excitement. In the end, the whole group ended up with their usual cocktail. They may not have been there in a while, Tsunagu even longer than the rest, but the barkeeper recognized them nonetheless. She gave them a smile, briefly asking if she was correct in assuming they wanted their regular drinks, and quickly went to work as the group got settled at the move private room they had booked.

He was happy that he could avoid the awkwardness of ordering his ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ as it always felt awkward to say. The others had told him multiple times he’d be understood by just calling it a ‘Prada’, but somehow that seemed even more awkward.

“You know, ‘Shy Angel’ is the perfect name for a cocktail /you/ enjoy.”

He said, laughing as he saw a blush spread on his husband's face. Of course, in their pasts, this shyness had been a lot more predominant than it was now, but his preferred way of covering up like he usually did, just put reason to the blonde’s words. Shinya nudged him with his elbow but achieved nothing but a loving kiss on the top of his head.

“You’re like teenagers!”

Keigo exclaimed, from the very end of the table where he slouched, feet up on the table. Not that Tsunagu particularly encouraged or liked this specific detail, but out of everyone, the young bird hero was the one who deserved to do this most. After all, he had been through all his life, Tsu simply couldn’t bring himself to annoy him about this. Shinya chuckled, the sound melting the taller man’s heart:

“After all that happened that’s fine, I think.”

At first, the group simply sat there for a while, drinking and talking and re-ordering, until Yu took the initiative and started out with the first song. It was a beautiful one, very obviously directed at Shinji. Not in a romantic way but in a way only those knowing about his dark past would understand. It was unexpected from her, but as she sat back down to kiss her man, Hawks took the moment to lighten up the moment with something more upbeat. Something English this time, and the alcohol for sure brought out his accent that he usually wasn’t half-bad at hiding.

Tsunagu didn’t even have to look to his side to see Shinya nervously fidgeting, smiling softly. His mask was off by now, and all his emotions lay blank. He’d been the one to insist on coming and now he was nervous. It was cute, and frankly, the most Shinya thing to do. So the blonde got up, much to the other’s surprise, and walked to the front.

“Wow Tsu, usually it takes you like three drinks to take your turn.”

“Well Shinji, at least I sing~”

He teased, and the other raised his glass in a gesture that meant ‘fair enough’. Tsunagu grabbed the Microphone, looking for the song he had already chosen before even leaving the house. As the music started, the blonde softly rocked with the rhythm, waiting for the moment to start singing. He carefully observed Shinya’s face, seeing the soft blush on his cheeks, clearly very aware of what song it was. One they would listen to a lot, one that they associated so much with their past. Tsunagu’s parents not approving of him dating a boy from such poor conditions, something that never stopped their love for each other.

“We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts”

And start they did. Memories about just another day at school, completely ordinary, boring even, when Shinya had first caught his eye; an unkempt boy who clearly couldn’t care less about his appearance and who, how he learned later, never bothered due to lacking hope of ever reaching Tsunagu’s standards. Both of them fully oblivious to the pure undiluted love that would start from this.

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns”

UA didn’t have prms, but that hadn’t stopped them and a few other graduates from having one anyway. They’d gotten dressed in their fanciest clothes and had a party. Of course, Shinya had only been the plus one but that red dress he’d worn made him outshine everyone else in the room. Tsunagu remembered vividly the inability to stop himself from kissing Shinya at that very moment.

“Marry me, Juliet you’ll never have to be alone.”

He really did love him, it was all he ever knew and all that would ever be important between them. And he’d go through all the struggle all over again; learn to love him again and exchange rings, happy smiles, and a kiss unlike any other. And so, in the end, despite the hardships they’d gone through together, their love story was going better than they ever could have dreamed.

The room was silent when he finished, with the group being a mix of stunned, enchanted, and Shinya, who simply sat there in silent adoration. The red on his cheeks suited him well, and as Tsunagu passed him to sit back down, he couldn’t help but run a hand through his hair:

“I hope you liked it, my thread.”

The younger man stuck out his tongue, in the most adorable way, and got up the second the other had sat down again:

“Yes, but I’m gonna top that!”

He said, ignoring Hawk’s comment about that being the only thing he tops, as he prepared to sing. And as he began, Tsunagu’s heart immediately melted once more; fully focused on his husband’s smile and the gentle tone of his voice, and the pure love in his eyes. He meant the words he was singing, just as much as the blonde had, and he showed it in every little movement and every ever so subtle change in his expression.

“′Cause I've never been so high, follow me through the dark”

High from a love so addictive that neither of them could imagine living without it anymore. It had become a part of them, in such a natural way, and the rush just stayed the same with every kiss and soft touch they shared. With every spoken “I love you”, they just became more dependent on each other’s adoration. And even before the day of their wedding, they’d sworn to follow each other into any kind of darkness their life and job would throw at them.

And there it was; a different kind of smile, and a wink, both signs of Shinya knowing just how deeply the blonde was stuck in a mix of beautiful memories and utter devotion for him. It made Tsunagu blush even more, hiding his face in his hands as he squealed quietly. Nobody but his husband could have that effect on him, and while it was embarrassing, it was also the nicest feeling he could ever feel.

“Tss look how much he’s simping over you already, Shinya! You were fast with it this time!”

Rumi called out, smirking at the man’s enamored behavior:

“I feel like you forget you’re not 17 anymore, Tsu.”

She wasn’t wrong; it was a feeling more common in teenage love, the redness on his face and the absolute struggle to maintain his composure not helping his case. Maybe he should have just worn a high-neck sweater or mask to hide it, as it wasn’t an uncommon phenomenon.

“I’ll let you set the pace ‘cause I’m not thinkin’ straight”

‘Well if you were thinking straight, we wouldn’t be married’. Tsunagu joked in his mind, the softness of the other’s voice at this part of the song making his heart flutter even more. Setting the pace? It was true that in private, oftentimes times he was the one taking charge or planning things, mostly with the desire to make everything absolutely perfect. He loved doing this, and Shinya never seemed to mind. But outside of their domestic life, in their jobs, Jeanist just had to appreciate Edgeshot’s sharp thinking and quick judgment and decision making. It wasn’t that he was incapable of it in private, it just felt more like he wanted Tsunagu to take over that, and he would always go the extra mile to make his husband as comfortable and content as possible. And if organizing dates or preparing a hot bath for the two of them to enjoy worked toward that, then he was more than happy to make it happen.

As the song slowly came to an end, Tsu smiled like the enamored fool he was, gesturing for the younger man to come back to him and give him a kiss after serenading each other like this. When he returned, Shinya cupped his cheeks, nuzzling their noses together before speaking:

“You look like a puppy waiting for pats.”

“Well, I would prefer a kiss.”

His wish was granted, a quick kiss exchanged under lots of groaning by the others. Keigo even emphasized this with a playful gagging sound:

“You promised not to do this tonight!”

The blonde stole another quick kiss before allowing his husband to sit down again, and fixed his hair with a subtle smile:

“Yes yes, we already stopped. How could I resist such a pretty face though?”

“Self-control!”

Shinji chimed in, though everyone knew that the second Yu wanted a kiss, he would not hesitate to give her one. Or, if she so demanded, many. He would be embarrassed, yes, but that would not stop him.

“Ah don’t be homophobic now.”

Shinya laughed and Rumi almost knocked over her drink as she slammed her head down on the table while laughing just as much. And Tsunagu couldn’t help but smile at the situation; it was wonderful to see his loved ones joking and having a good time, with the only worry being how much affection was being shown by the couples. It was amazing and almost surreal to him to share a moment like this again after how many hours they’d sat together with no reason to laugh or joke whatsoever. Scenarios too terrible to even remember properly. With a content sigh, he took another sip from his drink, taking his husband’s hand, and simply waited in happy patience as Rumi made her way to the front.

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