#I’m not that shy I just don’t enjoy scaring people LOL

[earthtooz]

x : CHANGE YOUR MIND ! :*+ﾟ

in which: it's 2 am and itoshi sae is outside your door, hoping for a second chance.

warnings: 1.2k words, angst to fluff with hurt/comfort, happy ending, exes to lovers, not at all realistic but it's itoshi sae ok and we're delusional, ooc!sae

a/n: second second chance romance fic for sae LOL he's just too easy to write for when it comes to exes to lovers. idk why the banner is so low quality but enjoy!

you wonder where itoshi sae finds the nerve. after breaking up with you six months ago ‘for the sake of his career’, you never thought sae would have the gall to show up at your apartment, let alone at 2am, rudely disrupting your sleep.

yet, here he is. a soccer prodigy and superstar in the flesh, standing under the harsh lighting of your apartment hallway that always casts an ugly glow on everyone except sae.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, gripping the door handle a little tighter.

“i just got off the plane,” he answers, evading your question. 

“i know. i can see your suitcases.”

he doesn’t say anything more after that. before the breakup, you were able to read the untouchable itoshi sae, translating his stiff silences into words he could never say but wholeheartedly mean, breaking through his ego to then understand the messages of his heart. he only hopes that you can interpret the one he’s brought to you right now.

“can i come in?” asks the athlete, his question shy and lacking the usual demand that sits in his tone.

still, you furrow your eyebrows and stand your ground. “why on earth would i let you in?”

softness is a weapon that itoshi sae owns. he knows that with his typical hardened exterior the best way he can get through people sometimes is with pliability. even you have fallen for it.

he frowns, “because i’m tired and i want to sleep.”

“don’t you have your own five star hotel that your manager booked for you?” 

“can i just come in?”

the nerve. “itoshi, please leave.”

“i will, i will, but will you hear me out first?”

“what could you possibly have to say that you didn’t befo-”

“-i love you.”

the world stills.

the air around you becomes delicate and you’re too scared to breathe in fear of disrupting the silence, but it feels like the floor beneath you just crumbled and you’re falling through the debris. you’re falling and the only thing you can do is search for sae in the chaos. 

but you don’t hold on to him. no, not this time.

“that’s not fair, that’s not fair at all, sae, you can’t-” a sob tears your words apart, “-you can’t break my heart then come back six months later to tell me that you apparently love me, do you know how hard it was for me to just- ugh!”

in a fit of exasperation, you leave your post at the door and retreat back into your apartment. sae quietly slips through the crack you left open, closing the door with a soft click and you don’t even have the energy to chase him out. he even left his suitcases outside- not that anyone would take them at 4 in the morning. 

“you left me so abruptly and carelessly. we were together for almost a year, sae, yet you threw me aside, called me a burden and moved on with a snap of your fingers! was it easy? moving on like that?” 

instead of flinching at your yelling, sae simply stands at the entrance and accepts it, letting your words prick his skin and sink into him as if would make up for the pain you’ve been bathing in. 

“do you know what that did to me?” your voice is quiet now, turned down a few notches. 

he knows. he knows that you’ve been trying to get over it and not let the breakup impact your life too much, despite what he did. you’ve been going out with friends, treating yourself to everything you deserve, and finding a peace that he’s proud of you for. but sae also knows about the many nights you’ve spent crying and being sensitive to loving again, he hears about all of it from rin who lectured him when he first broke up with you and most likely, will lecture him again when he hears about sae’s unplanned visit.

sae was stupid and naive, but you were the first person he ever loved, and the world is colourless without your splash of influence. 

sae knows he shouldn’t be here existing in your space after everything, however, the instant he stepped off the plane, the first thing his heart wanted was to see one of the few things he loves about japan, you. 

“-so, please, just leave me alone and don’t come back,” you request.

the last thing sae is good at is following instructions, especially ones he doesn’t like.

“but, i love you,” he tries again. you fall to the couch with a defeated sigh, his persistence impaling your heart. 

“stop it.”

somehow, he’s now standing beside you. “do you still love me too?”

“sae-”

“-if you don’t love me anymore i’ll leave.”

with your head in your hands, you lie to him, “i don’t want you to stay either way.”

“another chance, i’ll make it right, i’ll fix it with my life, y/n, just please say you love me too.” 

“you’ll hurt me again.”

“i won’t,” he falls down onto the couch beside you, enveloping you with his frame. “i’ll be good and you can kill me if i’m not.”

you laugh. it’s dry and reserved, but you’re laughing and he begins rocking you side to side. “i don’t want to kill you.”

“rin will, then.”

you take your face out of your hands, looking at him properly for the first time since he arrived. “i-i don’t know, sae. you’ll leave again when you decide that you don’t want me.”

he doesn’t know how to tell you that whilst abroad, all he could think about was you. that during the mundane chores, the tedious trips to and from training, and all the times that he had won a match, he was thinking about you. 

he thought about you in the music he played whilst cleaning, he thought about taking you to a restaurant he saw whilst on the way, and his thoughts about you are loudest when he has a medal around his neck yet all he wants to know is whether or not you’re watching.

but you’re not beside him singing along whilst he was mopping his floors, you weren’t there in his car pointing out every fun detail you saw, and he didn’t even know if you wanted anything to do with soccer after what him. 

everytime, the yearning for you would grow, to the point that it lead him here when he should have gone to the hotel to wash up and sleep off the tiring trip instead.

but sitting here now and looking at your tear-stained face, he knows he’ll always prefer you- he’ll always find and choose you, so long as you let him. 

“give me another chance,” and i’ll show you that i’ll never leave again.

“fine,” you surrender after a moment of silence and sae feels like he could jump to the moon. “but we take things slow-”

“-i love you,” he repeats, grabbing your face and pushing you down on the couch, peppering an endless stream of kisses on your skin. sae’s outburst of affection and happiness is uncharacteristic but contagious. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

between each declaration is sae kissing a new part of your face, showering your cheeks, forehead, nose- everywhere with unbridled adoration that he has been keeping locked up for too long. you’re real between his hands, you’re real in his hold, you’re real beneath him, and he doesn’t want this dream to end. his kisses feel like healing promises and you melt right into them. 

“i get it!” you giggle out, hands on his shoulders as to wrestle him off. “you don’t need to keep telling me, and promise me that we’re going to take it slow-”

a cold tear slides down your cheek, silencing your giggles. it’s not you who’s crying though, so you hug sae a little tighter.

something tells you that this second chance won’t backfire.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

#sae x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #sae fluff #itoshi sae fluff #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock

[jyoongim]

Can I request an Alastor x reader where she is a newer sinner. Really nerdy, obsessed with history, fun facts, animal facts, and shy at first. Just says things randomly, like “did you know that if a cow has twins more often than not she abandons ones just rearranging things when bored, someone will come down to lobby in the middle of the night and there she is moving the couches at like 3am. Doesn’t think when she speaks when she sees Alastor in his overlord form just says something like “smash” before walking off. Kind of a this gives me conflicted feelings and made me learn something about myself I don’t think I should know. It can be smut or fluff I don’t mind! My friends just say I have adhd, never been tested, don’t wanna be lol, I just ramble when I get excited and talk too much or too loud when excited too. It’d be nice to see a reader like me :) thank you love! I’m trying not to ramble so I’m sorry if this all over the place!

Hehehe could be possible adhd but I’m also certain everyone has a touch of tism as well so you’re not alone hehehe.

(I too have undiagnosed adhd)

Typing this from my phone cause I’m scared to do it on my work computer😭 should have brought my iPad to work

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You had always been…different.

When you were alive you spent most of your time doing your hobbies or reading. You weren’t much of a social butterfly but did make the effort every once in a while. But people always treated you like you were an annoyance.

You were strange. Even by demon standards.

But you made a lovely addition to the Princess of Hell’s hotel.

You enjoyed being about to sprout random facts and have people actually be interested.

Animals, history, science you name it you randomly knew it.

You rambled during bonding excersies until you caught yourself yapping and instantly apologized.

You talked to yourself (having been caught in the act more than once)

Husk called you a loose screw but Angel found it charming. Charlie thought you were just the cutest.

And Alastor….

Well you definitely piqued his interest.

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You and Angel were having a “self care” day. Well Angel was. You were just happy to play in his fluff. Angel was telling you about the latest shoot he had to do and then the subject jumped to saying lives. “Oooh cmon toots don’t tell me no one’s were had the hots for that brain of yours” you pin curled his hair, “hmmmm not that I know of. Besides most people think I’m strange, wouldn’t want to scare the masses”

Angel rolled his eyes “well what about here at the hotel? Anyone catch yer fancy?”

You think about it but your mind comes to a blank. Nope you couldn’t in point who you would be the SLIGHTEST but interested in.

The sound of shoes met your ears and you turned to see Alastor entering the lobby. Your ear perked up and your eyes immediately locked in.

You would say you and Alastor were friends. The two of you had great conversations, he listened to your rambles and always told you facts of the time period when he was alive.

He wasn’t in his usual pristine attire. Instead of the polish look, he was dressed more casual. A white button up, rolled at his elbows, wearing dress pants and suspenders, he even didn’t have his gloves on.

He paid no mind to the two of you in the lobby, seemingly in his own world.

“Smash” you said tilting your head, causing Angel to burst out laughing and you blush when you realized you said that out loud.

Alastor turned around, eyebrows quirked “something amusing was said?”

You quickly shook your head while Angel chuckled “Our fact machine here thinks you’re hot*

Alastor blinked, his eyes settling on you.

You wanted to hide in the couch from embarrassment, but Alastor just took a sip of his coffee and began to walk from where he came. He got to the hallway door because pausing briefly, turning to look at you over his shoulder

“I suppose I would ‘smash’ you too dear”

Your cheeks burned and Angel choked as Alastor disappeared.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fluff

[agendabymooner]

sweet little similarities ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: the little kimuel vettel is becoming more like his dad sebastian as the days go on. AND the vettels go on family trips with the schumachers while everyone dote on the little man.

content warning: dad!seb and mom!ofc, seb is at his beekeeping/country living phase (not age), tooth rotting fluff, gina and ofc (barbie) being besties, brief mention of ofc (barbie) x mick schumacher relationship, the parents being matchmakers, the vettels are just amazing lol, uncle lewis in the comments, baby!vettel is sebastian coded and i love them ur honour

note: i’m back in town, now i have to pack my stuff before moving in two weeks :) enjoy xx

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liked by lance_stroll, lewishamilton, ginaschumacher

user1 POUTY BABIES 😭😭

user2 i’m scared of the day kimi becomes a driver— god knows what can happen when a vettel steps into the room

user3 a lot of kindness and feral energy for sure 🥹

barblanco no wonder why i’ve seen kimi’s pout before! it’s from seb! 🤣 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel you’ve seen it way too many times in the past eight years 😂

mickschumacher he definitely is seb 2.0 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel no doubt!

lewishamilton he might be shy but he is so much like seb because of how tight his hugs could get 😂 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he learned from the best! ❤️

scuderiaferrari who did it better?

belongvettel definitely kimi 😂

scuderiaferrari we agree 😩

barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged ginaschumacher, mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by pierregasly, arthurleclerc, logansargeant

ginaschumacher omg best friend we looked so cute in that first pic 😭 liked by barblanco

barblanco i agree best friend !!!

mickschumacher ginaschumacher 😒😒😒

user1 i live to see gina and mick fighting over barbie like yes bby i love me some sibling rivalries

user2 mother bel 🥰

user3 kimi kimi kimi a man after midnight liked by barblanco

logansargeant jealous of your trip not gonna lie 😅 liked by barblanco

barblanco from one person from a hot weather area to another, i’d never recommend going to a cold weather place without any preparation 😂 me and kimi were practically wrapped around the thickest jackets ever and i thought i had to waddle around with them

alex_albon i’m not the type to be all protective but YOU gotta be careful lad 😳

user4 that’s alex warning logan about mick schumacher in case y’all looking for a context

arthurleclerc is that you teaching kimi how to snowboard?!

charles_leclerc is that you trying to “make conversations”?!

user5 i’m being promptly fed with bel, kimi and seb contents 😍✨

belongvettel some much needed vacation with you girls!! ❤️ liked by barblanco

ginaschumacher next time we’ll take kimi and leave the other two behind 🤩

barblanco ginaschumacher but that would mean that we’d have another seb in the trip 🤨

ginaschumacher no headaches though 😍 just spoiling bby kimi

tagged barblanco, ginaschumacher, mickschumacher

liked by lewishamilton, oscarpiastri, landonorris

oscarpiastri mick you’re getting TOO lucky mate

landonorris why am i seeing too much barbie and mick?? 😭

user1 bro don’t complain about it 😭 they might get scared

user2 where??? which one are the mick and barbie content?

user1 photos 6 and 8!!!

lewishamilton look at seb and kimi!!! he must be the most energetic person out of all of you 😂 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel kimi or seb? because either way they are always extremely energetic whenever they’re together 😂😂

user4 if kimi’s a mini sebastian then you must have the sweetest people loving the shit out of you 😭 i like the thought of that sm liked by belongvettel

belongvettel barbie is just as sweet too so i’m pretty much spoiled! 🥰😍

user5 barbie is the original sebastian jr. confirmed?!?!

user6 i’d say she’s half bel and half seb. she acts more like bel though!

user7 st. belinda of quezon, patron of the angels (sebastian and kimi)

bonus !!!

fun fact: kimi calls gina ‘gee’ and mick ‘kie’ (from mackie)

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[bonemarrowbestfriend]

alright no one asked but here are my final opinions on the kids. obviously spoilers for the quarry ahead

jacob: super mixed feelings. idiot who ruins everything, but most realistically 18-20yo in his behavior. makes stupid mistakes because he thinks with his dick, but also openly cries and shows fear often which i appreciate. didn’t like how he tried to force emma into a relationship at all, but the “i wish i could tell you i’m sorry; i don’t know what to do” lines were deeply satisfying for me. he was also actually funny to me in a couple scenes which is more than i can say for some of the others. “hhhngng skill”

emma: liked her, then didn’t like her, then was mostly distracted by her awful dialogue and strange mouth animation, not that that’s her fault. i think i understand her to an extent from her conversations with abi—she believes her talent and therefore her value lies in being entertaining, so everything she does has to be some kind of spectacle. unfortunately, it just wasn’t the kind of spectacle i found fun to watch, i.e. flirting with someone despite not reciprocating their feelings, creating drama where it wasn’t necessary, etc

kaitlyn: easily one of my favorite characters. i don’t find her funny at all, but just as it was with emma, that’s more the writers’ fault than anything. regardless, once the lighthearted tone of the night finally dropped and shit hit the fan, i liked her character infinitely more. she’s so clever!! and i love how handy she is. honestly many of the hacketteers wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for her taking the reigns when necessary. what a total badass—and i’d say a semi realistic one, who still exhibits fear and panic

ryan: love this kid. everyone in-game seems to think he’s mysterious and brooding but he’s actually mostly just awkward and shy—at least that’s how i read him. and even though i saw other people getting annoyed with him for pushing back against laura at first, i really admired his loyalty and his sticking to his personal morals until he couldn’t anymore. he helped her in the end anyway, isn’t that telling enough that he ultimately does what needs to be done? also love the headcanon that he’s autistic, i definitely see it.

dylan: right up my alley. slightly annoying smartass? check. actually quite genuine and kind? check. secret genius? fuckin check babe. hard for me to pick a favorite scene of his; i enjoyed watching him interact with the others regardless of who he was with. maybe that’s because i think his dialogue sounds the most naturally human? at least in the playthroughs i observed. i’m also a bit embarrassed to admit i actually found him pretty funny, but let me know if that’s just favoritism lol

abi: sweetheart, but pretty one-note to me. i admired her kindness towards the other characters but i spent most of her screentime feeling bad for her. i think she’s very cute and would’ve been open to seeing more from her, though i suppose i understand why she fell to the wayside a little bit. not everyone needs to be a fearless badass, i can appreciate her role of needing more protection than the others. she felt the most like a typical 18-20yo girl to me.

nick: i guess he seemed like a sweet kid before shit went south for him. obviously i enjoyed watching his behavior change from “baby deer” to “cause for concern” over the course of his transformation. his… let’s call it “food aggression” over abi was incredibly uncomfortable and delightfully creepy to me. i was glad when she pushed him away of course, i just appreciated seeing the progression. besides that i didn’t particularly care for him one way or the other.

max: not gonna lie i love this dude. i unironically find him funny, i appreciate that he wasn’t overly skeptical of laura when she was scared in the woods, and even when he snapped at her he apologized right away calmed himself down. i also liked that he was primarily the one who needed saving. his takes never missed he was always right, they should’ve just gone to the motel and leaving a voicemail is absolutely not the same as calling ahead. love u puppy boy

laura: took me a hot min but i did in fact warm up to her a bit. obviously the mess she got them into was largely avoidable, but seeing as this is a horror game, i won’t fault her for that. i can even admire her stubbornness for the sake of character depth. i also liked her intelligence and resourcefulness, and sort of enjoyed watching her grow more ruthless towards the hacketts in order to save max. corruption in the name of love is what horror is all about baby

#i am open to discuss this further also if anyone wants to defend their besties or call me lame for my faves #(crunching) #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #long post #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #laura kearney #nick furcillo #abi blyg #jacob custos #ryan ezrahler

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Half-Life | Chapter Two

He didn’t know what to make of you.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Angst, Body Horror

Notes: Here's chapter two! This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you guys like the banter and interactions as much as I enjoyed writing them lol. I think our little monster Leon is so cute in this. Please leave a comment if you can! would love to know your thoughts!

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“Wow… that’s… good?” you told him, lying through your teeth, thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament.

Leon had ushered you down the winding path of the village outskirts, the two of you trying to maneuver around a pervasive awkward silence after your initial meeting.

When Leon wasn’t actively trying to intimidate you, he was reserved. Almost… shy?

To break the tension, you had asked if he invited all of his visitors home.

His reply?

“Just the pretty ones.”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes, and he rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle before growing more serious.

“This is the first time in a decade I’ve actually talked to someone. Most people… run away before they start asking questions.” His eyes shifted over to you as he added, “As they should. You’re a special case, apparently.”

You scoffed. “You scare them away, though. On purpose. Not my fault I saw through it.”

“Well, it’s for their own good. And my peace of mind. You really managed to catch me off guard.” 

“It’s a skill few possess,” you replied with a teasing grin.

He clicked his tongue in response before leading you up to a house with large front double doors. “Home sweet home.”

You released your hold on his arm, watching as he opened them and swept his hand forward, offering to let you walk in first. 

What a gentlemonster, you joked to yourself.

You nodded and made your way inside, sliding your backpack off your shoulders and setting it down against the wall before taking in the decently sized space. It was pretty nice, though bare of decorations and a bit worn. Must be great not having to pay rent.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he told you, closing the doors.

Shutting out the day, you came to realize just how dark the place was. Even the windows did little to aid your sight, as the sun was beginning to set. 

“Uh, Leon?”

“Yeah?”

Those glowing red eyes were trained on you, even more pronounced in the shaded room. “Is there a light in this place? Or do you just… live like this?”

“Shit,” he hissed, breezing past you to a cabinet and pulling out an array of white candles and a box of matches, setting them on the dining table in front of you. “Yeah, I can kinda… see in the dark.”

He opened the small box and tried to carefully pluck a match from inside, struggling to gain purchase with his claws on the tiny wooden handle.

“Let me,” you offered, gently tugging out his hand and grabbing a match. “And night vision, huh? That sounds useful.”

He seemed genuinely shocked by the action, eyes widened slightly, before clearing his throat and taking a step back to let you strike the match and light the surrounding candles. “Uh, yeah. Guess so.”

Once the wicks were lit, covering the room in a soft yellow glow, you gave him a smile. “So, you were saying about dinner?”

“Right, I’ll get on that. Sit tight.”

That was an hour ago.

And now you sat with a plate in front of you, just finished with chewing a tentative forkful of the charred hunk of meat placed there.

You watched Leon eat his own in a couple bites, simultaneously uneased by the way his sharp teeth shredded the morsel to bits in mere seconds, and fascinated.

Leon pulled a face as he swallowed, sighing deeply. “No need to lie. That was awful.”

“Sorry. I really tried to like it,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Don’t be. I’m a little rusty in the kitchen. Been a long time since I’ve had company for dinner, you can imagine.” He shrugged. “And if I’m being honest, even as a human, I was never really good at cooking. Much harder with these.”

He held out his large hands, and you stared at the black claws that seemed to extend straight from his fingertips, their edges like daggers. Your gaze remained on them for a few moments before you rose it back to his face.

“I’m guessing you eat your meat raw, then?” 

His eyes flicked away from you and he seemed almost ashamed. “Yeah. I didn’t, at first. Tried to keep up with cooking. But I found it easier—and tastier—to eat it… fresh. I’m not human anymore and it’s not like it can make me sick. Nothing can, actually.”

“Ah. And how does one… find that out?” you knew the answer would unsettle you but asked him anyway. It must have been morbid curiosity that drove you.

He looked uncomfortable at your questioning, and you saw his tail swish almost irritably behind him on the stool he sat upon. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty for your nosiness. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me. But I won’t judge you for it.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “You’d be smarter if you did. You just met me, after all. Who's to say I didn’t lure you here to eat you because I like to toy with my food?” 

“What are you, the big bad wolf?” you taunted, unconvinced. 

He leaned forward across the table, a long tongue sliding against his fangs as he stared you down, replying in a low voice that sent a shiver up your spine, “I could be. Don’t forget you can always start running, little rabbit.”

You swallowed, trying to keep the nerves that twisted in your gut at bay. “I reiterate, no one has gone missing here in ten years. You’re not munching on anybody.”

“No one who’s been reported. You’d be surprised how many drifters are in the world.” His claws were now splayed out on the wooden surface before you, digging into it.

You being you—a fool of the highest degree—you placed your hand over his, hoping he didn’t grab your arm and sink his teeth into it. “You’re not scaring me off, Leon. And we made a deal, remember? You owe me for being willing to keep my mouth shut.”

He appeared dazed as he focused on your palm pressed to his knuckles, letting out a breath as he pulled away.

“You’re stubborn.” There was a faraway look in his eye as he added, “Reminds me of someone I know… Knew.”

“Someone good, I hope?”

He grinned, the already stretched skin of his mouth somehow pulling further. “The best.”

There was a tension between you that you couldn’t name, just looking at each other, when a loud scratching noise from the front door startled you.

“What the hell is that?” you questioned lowly, your vision zeroing in on the concerning sound.

Leon stood, looking unbothered as he strode over to the door, explaining simply, “Just Wolfie.” 

You looked at him as if he lost his mind, standing from your chair and backing towards the corner of the room. “Wolfie?”

Before you could protest, he flung open the door and a flash of white fur came barreling into the house, black feathers flying through the air.

You yelped as it rushed straight to you, closing your eyes and bracing for an impact that never came.

You peeked down through your fingers and saw a large white wolf-dog sitting in front of you, its tail wagging as it offered you the thing in its mouth.

“Good boy, bringing me a crow,” Leon praised in a strangely cute voice coming from… whatever the hell he was. It made something in you flutter. 

He walked over to you, leaning forward to pull the dead bird from the dog’s mouth, holding it by its neck as he inspected it. “Now that’ll be a good midnight snack.”

The dog nuzzled your leg and you bent to pet him, trying to ignore the blood that stained his snout (and now your pants). You noticed the gray hairs that decorated his white fur.

Oh, you’re an old little man, you thought, ruffling the dog’s thick coat.   

Disregarding the implications of your observation, you decided to poke fun at Leon’s naming skills instead, saying, “Wolfie, huh? How original.”

Leon hung the bird on a rope by its feet in the kitchen, turning to face you with a roll of his crimson eyes. “Don’t start.”

You giggled and he seemed to smile at the sound before glancing at the table and grimacing.

“Sorry about dinner, by the way. That was the last of my meat, unless you want to eat the crow. I might let you cook it, though.”

“It’s okay, I brought plenty of food in my bag.”

“Still, I really suck at this whole host thing.”

“Not threatening to eat the guests would be a great start to fixing that,” you teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied sarcastically. 

Leon took your plate and placed it on the floor, letting “Wolfie” scarf down your uneaten meal. He stroked the dog on the head lovingly, and despite how odd it was to witness the arachnid-like creature interact with a household pet in such a way, it was somehow sweet.

“Livestock,” he said after a moment, still crouched before his canine friend.

“What?”

“How I found out I liked raw meat.”

“I see.” 

He glanced up at you, then, continuing, “The villagers had livestock. Cows, pigs, chickens. Most of them were killed when the town dogs were turned by the Plagas. After I cleared out the parasites, I planned on keeping a few of the farm animals around, for eggs and milk, you know?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried. But then I went a few days without eating, the wildlife in the area having fled during the chaos stirred up by the cult. There was nothing to hunt. Even the fish seemed to be hiding. I… I blacked out. Woke back up digging my claws into a half-eaten pig, surrounded by the bodies of the other dead livestock. I guess I—I guess I went into a hunger frenzy and slaughtered them all. Thank god I hadn’t found Wolfie at that point. I worry what would have happened if he were there.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, visibly stiffening up in horror.

He noticed your shift in demeanor and seemed to deflate, sighing miserably. “It hasn’t happened since. As long as I have something to eat every couple of days, I’m not a threat to you.”

Having witnessed him devour a chunk of venison just minutes prior, you relaxed marginally. “Still, a shame you wasted all that meat.”

He scrunched his nose before responding, “Actually… I didn’t waste it.”

“Wow, got quite the appetite, I take it?”

“Yes, but not that much.”

His evasive answers confused you. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I didn’t want to lose myself again after that, so what bodies were left, I skinned and chopped up, putting them in the icebox. But then I ran out of fuel and couldn’t use the generator to power the electricity anymore. The meat went rancid. I was going to throw it out, obviously, but I was getting hungry again and I just… ate it anyway.”

You made a disgusted face. “Yum. I guess if you can’t get sick, you wouldn’t have to worry about food poisoning. Bet it didn’t taste great, though.”

“It didn’t, but meat is meat. I could stomach it and it kept me from going feral again. Small price to pay.” He sniffed as he stood up. “You have every reason to be afraid of me. Disgusted. I know I am.”

He looked away from you, then, his tail and appendages drooping in obvious distress.

You took a shaky exhale and stepped toward him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you again, the confusion at your willingness to be closer to him after that conversation clear in his red irises. 

“I’ll be honest, you make me nervous,” you admitted. “But you’re obviously trying your best to hang on to the more human side of you. And I’ve never met a living cryptid before, so I think I just need time to adjust. That’s all.”

“Could I even be considered a cryptid anymore if you know who and what I am now?” he questioned with a light chuckle.

“I guess not to me, personally. But to the rest of the world? Still a cryptid, I’m afraid.”

“I’d rather not be anything to the world. Except maybe a long-forgotten ghost. Would make my life easier that way.”

“Well, luck’s on your side, cos with how popular my paranormal blog is becoming, I might be able to convince people this place is a bust and they’ll hopefully lose interest in El Escorpion altogether,” you offered.

“You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“For the right price, of course,” you told him, a sly smile on your face.

He snorted. “Of course.”

Things seemed to ease after that, the two of you chatting well into the night once you chowed down on some of the food you packed yourself.

He divulged very little about his life before the transformation, opting to tell you funny stories of his antics in the wilderness instead. He asked you about your work and even after you warned him that once you started rambling it was hard for you to stop, he encouraged you to anyway, seeming to listen intently.

You managed to circle back to why you ended up there with him in the first place, asking him about his run-ins with the occasional visitor. After describing his side of the various encounters, you both got a kick at how dramatically the others told their version of events, and how his cryptid name came to pass.

“The Scorpion, huh?” he asked in amusement, glancing at his own tail and appendages. “Guess they’re not far off.”

Eventually, the candles started burning down and a yawn bubbled up in your throat as you explained controversies in the cryptozoology community, like how some scholars speculated that certain cryptids are actually just very old B.O.W.s.

“As interesting as this has been,” Leon started after you let out another aggressive yawn, “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“And I think I have to agree,” you said with a smile. “Where’re you putting me?” 

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” 

With that, he led you up the stairs, Wolfie hot on your heels. He took you to the door of the only bedroom in the building, opening it up to reveal a massive and very comfortable-looking canopy bed. 

You turned to Leon, confused. “There’s only one bed.”

He chuckled, plopping down on a blanket folded up on the floor next to his furry companion. “You take it. I’m good here.”

“You… sure?” you questioned tentatively.

“Positive.”

You nodded, smiling at him, and kicked off your shoes, climbing onto the mattress.

You watched him in shock as he fully retracted his appendages into his back.

He turned to catch you staring, eyebrows raised. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You cringed, feeling ashamed you got caught ogling him and his intriguing, monstrous form. “Sorry, just didn’t… expect that.”

“Never met a cryptid 'til now and you already have expectations?” he joked, leaning on an elbow to look up at you. His already too-short shirt rode up further and you blushed when you noticed his lean, muscular stomach become more exposed, looking away quickly.

“You know what I meant, you jerk,” you chided light-heartedly.

He laughed, the loudest and most genuine one he’d given to you since meeting him. The sound made you feel warm and you weren’t sure why.

“Get some rest, now,” he told you when his laughter subsided.

You stared at him for a moment longer after he turned away from you, curling up around his dog, before you replied, “Goodnight, Leon.” 

And with that, you leaned over to the bedside table and blew out the candle you had brought upstairs, darkness blanketing the room.

You stayed up for a while after that, mind going over the day, everything feeling so surreal from the moment you left the car just that afternoon. 

You could almost laugh to yourself as you drifted off to the sounds of Leon and Wolfie’s deep, even breaths echoing in the room, a soft wind blowing across the window.

Strange fuckin’ day.

+++

Leon was the first to rouse from slumber, unfurling himself from Wolfie and slowly sitting up. 

He was a little stiff from laying in the same position on the hard floor for so long, but otherwise, it had been a good night’s rest.

That was odd, he thought.

He rarely slept at all.

He heard a light snore and turned to find your still-unconscious form wrapped tightly up in his blankets, protecting yourself against the early autumn chill that crept through the room.

Silently, he stood, petting the white dog beside him that snorted in protest at his movements before making his way over to you.

Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, your eyelashes gently kissed your cheeks, and your round face seemed almost cherubic in the morning light that streamed in from the gap of the curtained window. 

Sleeping so peacefully with a monster mere feet from your vulnerable form.

He didn’t know what to make of you.

You had clearly been terrified the moment you saw him, and he could rationalize your initial inability to run as a freeze response, but you had heard a rustle in the foliage and got closer. You had seen glowing eyes and reached out. You had called him a liar when he told you he would eat you.

Did you have any sense of self-preservation?

Apparently not.

And then, despite your discomfort around him, you chatted with him like he was just another stranger passing on the street. And instead of ignoring his… differences… you commented on them. Asked about them as one would ask about the weather.

Well, you were a self-proclaimed paranormal investigator meeting a supposed cryptid, after all. It must have been a strange fascination that was causing you to be so curious instead of off-put.  

But what confused him the most was the fact you had touched him—gently and with ease—like you would a friend and not a literal monster threatening to kill you.

He looked down at his clenched knuckles, recalling the warmth of your palm as it rested upon the back of his hand. He thought about the way you smiled at him, how you bantered with him and teased him.

After so long by himself, he wanted to bask in this human connection he made despite knowing it was temporary. He prayed that after you left, it would tide him over until he was ready to say goodbye to this wretched existence for good.

He knew not to hope you would come back, or that he’d be lucky enough to meet someone else that would be as willing to talk to him instead of running for the hills. 

Besides, as under control as he felt now that he’d had a decade to maneuver in this new body, he wouldn’t want to risk hurting anyone. He had only ever lost control once and it haunted him ever since.

It was his worst fear if he was honest with himself. To lose his mind—his sentience—kept him up at night. Every day, he checked for signs that he might be mentally deteriorating, acting more beast than man. The longer he stayed away from other people, however, the harder it became to recognize what it was to be human in the first place.

All he knew was that he needed to end it before he ever reached that point, going from just threatening to eat trespassers, to ripping them limb from limb the moment he caught them. 

He couldn’t stand the thought of innocent blood on his hands after spending his whole life trying to protect it from being spilled at all.

You let out a sigh in your sleep and his gaze focused on you once more.

Despite how ridiculous you were to him, he was grateful to you for being so kind. Even as a human, he knew that was often hard to come across. And sure, he was technically paying you off to avoid attention, but that didn’t mean you had to be friendly towards him, especially after the ill-advised admittance of his eating habits.

He wondered how he would go about waking you, if he even should. 

Looked like he didn’t have to, though, when your eyes fluttered open and a scream left your lips as soon as you saw him.

He jumped back, holding up his hands in a gesture he hoped would dispel your fear. Wolfie leapt up, staggering with his old joints, before growling and searching for the possible threat in the room, oblivious to the fact it was Leon who frightened you.

It would almost be funny if you didn’t shift across the bed to get away from him. He could hear your heart thrumming behind your ribs like it had when you first met, and his own sank a bit.

He was still a monster, after all.

“It’s just me,” he said in a low, calming voice.

“Jesus, Leon, you scared the shit out of me!” you replied, pressing your hand to your chest. “Were you watching me sleep?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to wake you up. I was trying to avoid scaring you, but that was a wasted effort.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, and he was pleased to hear your pulse rate begin to lower. “Maybe just call my name next time or something.”

He rose a brow at that.

Next time?

No, you must have misspoken.

Clearly unaware of how you vexed him, you moved to the edge of the bed and pulled on your shoes, stretching your arms as you finally stood up. “Well, c’mon, then. I’m starving.”

You pet Wolfie as you passed him by, the dog having calmed down from the excitement moments prior, before opening the door and strolling down the hall. 

Leon just stared after you, his mouth hanging ajar for a moment at your immediate change in demeanor. He still felt guilty that he had frightened you again, though this time completely by accident. It stung a bit, but he reminded himself that you should be afraid of a seven-foot-tall creature standing over you while you slept. 

He shook his head as if to clear it and followed you downstairs.

You had pulled out a cereal bar from your pack, munching away at it as you walked around the bottom floor of the house aimlessly. You turned to him as he made it into the dining room, swallowing a bite before speaking, “Don’t have much décor, I see.”

He shrugged. “There were pictures on the walls when I first settled in, but they were all of the people who died in the village and religious stuff. Felt weird to leave it up, so I put it all in the attic.”

“And you just didn’t bother to add anything else?” you teased.

“The only artwork I might consider using is in the old castle, but I didn’t think the hassle of getting it was worth it.” 

“Wait, there’s a castle and you chose to live here?” you questioned in disbelief.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Too big. Plus, it’s just easier to hunt on this side of the lake.”

“A man of simple pleasures. I can respect it,” you told him, nodding sagely before you approached an empty shelf. “I take it there isn’t much literature around here, either?”

“Not really. Mostly journals and religious texts. Not exactly my cup of tea.”

“Anything from the cult?” There was an intrigued glimmer in your eye and Leon wondered if he would ever get used to it.

“All of it, actually.” 

“Anything… interesting?” you asked, coming closer to him and clasping your hands together, the empty wrapper of your breakfast forgotten on the dining room table. He reminded himself to tell you to clean it up before you left.

“‘Deranged’ is probably more accurate,” he said with a scoff. “But if you’re really that curious, I can go grab one of them for you. Hope you can read Spanish.” 

Your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and he couldn’t help but find it endearing. “Yes, I can read a bit! I tried to learn as much as I could before this trip and I also brought a translation dictionary!”

“Be right back, then.”

He quickly fished Los Illuminados’ text from the attic, returning downstairs to find you brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink. When you traveled back into the dining room, he placed it in your awaiting hands, and you practically squealed as you opened the old, ornate book.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe, flipping through the pages. “And look at these illustrations! You mind if I keep this?”

“Be my guest. I have no need for it,” he replied, enjoying the way you pored over the text with visible excitement. You grabbed your translation dictionary from your pack and were about to get to work when Leon cleared his throat.

“Not to ruin your fun but don’t you have to leave soon?” 

Your expression shifted, then, from one of glee to what he could only guess was disappointment. Almost like you didn’t want to leave. There was a spark of something at that, but he didn’t let it ignite.

“Right. My ride should be here soon,” you told him after checking your phone. Despite your words, you didn’t move, and he wondered what you could possibly be thinking in that pretty head of yours.

When you finally dragged your feet to pack your bag, Leon remembered the items he promised you as payment for your silence concerning his existence. He excused himself before heading into the room beside the one you were standing in, reaching into a drawer and pulling out an old ring and a handful of jewels he had collected over the years.

“You forgot something,” he said to you, unfurling his clawed hand to reveal the precious items in his palm.

You grabbed the ring first, twisting it around as you appraised it. “It seems a little early for a proposal, don’t you think, Leon?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but could feel a faint heat tinge the tip of his now-pointed ears and what remained of his cheeks. “Yeah, you wish.”

You offered an impish smile before taking the gemstones as well and pocketing them. “Well, I do hope these are actually worth something and aren’t just cheap knock-offs.”

“Definitely real, I swear. Those things are antique.”

“They better be, or else I’ll have to come back here and kick your ass.”

He chuckled at the thought. “Easy there, tiger. I’m good on my word.”

You nodded and a quiet fell over the room.

“Well, guess it’s time to go,” you eventually muttered, grabbing your backpack and swinging it onto your shoulders before you headed to the door. You were slow to reach for the handle, seeming almost… reluctant. 

“Why don’t I… How about I walk you? Wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He didn’t know why he offered. If he was honest with himself, it was likely to prolong the last human interaction he’d probably ever have.

And he couldn’t deny he liked your company too.

You beamed at him as if that’s what you wanted him to say all along. “I’d like that, Leon.”

With Wolfie happily trotting behind the two of you, Leon led you into the early afternoon, the bright sun making him wince slightly, as it always did.

“You okay?” you questioned him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by your observation, already proving to him that very little got past you.

“Yeah, just… sensitive to the light, is all,” he replied with a squint of his eyes.

“Really? How come?”

He chuckled. Ever curious, weren’t you? “The Plagas are—were—damaged by light. Or the more exposed ones, I guess."

“Then how are you even handling being outside right now?”

“Not sure. Acclimated, I guess? I couldn’t go out during the day at all when I first turned. Then I just slowly spent more and more time in the sun. It’s… uncomfortable... but it doesn’t feel like I’m burning alive anymore.”

“Jesus,” was all you were apparently able to say, gripping your backpack straps.

You were both quiet for a few minutes, and he was thinking of ways to keep talking, not wanting to end the interaction in awkward silence.

“So I get you have a passion for the supernatural and all, but why come out here on your own? Don’t you have anyone who could come with you?”

You sighed. “My family and friends think I’m wasting my time. I’ve been on investigations with others like me, but I found I preferred to be alone.”

“Not even a boyfriend worried about you, huh?” He knew that was an unnecessary pry, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Not at the moment, no.”

He felt a strange sort of relief but refused to inspect it, instead pushing the conversation forward, “You must be some kind of adrenaline junkie, then, to be running around in the middle of nowhere, looking for monsters.”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged. “You must be, too, considering you were a cop and an agent, right?”

“No, that’s different. I became a cop in order to help people, not that I was much good at it. And I was forced to be an agent to protect someone. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t deny the rush of doing something dangerous, but I never really looked for it. Was just forced to face it. I don’t really understand why you’d risk your life for a hobby.”

“I guess I just want to find the truth about things, no matter what it takes.” He sensed that maybe there was more to it than that as you looked away from him, instead focusing on the path ahead.

“Well, you’re lucky you haven’t gotten hurt yet. You have no idea if you’ll run into a B.O.W. or even just a wild animal that won’t hesitate to tear you to shreds,” he admonished.

“I guess I am lucky,” you agreed, nodding. “Lucky I found a big softie like you instead.” 

He rolled his eyes at that. “I don’t know if you recall, but I told you I would eat you at least twice yesterday.” 

“And yet you didn’t. Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, annoyed that you called him on his bluff. But then you looked up at him, radiant smile teasing and eyes bright.

He was surprised when the two of you were already at the lodge, past the village gate, so focused on you that he was mindless to anything else.

You moved to enter the building but halted when he did, turning to face him in confusion.

“This is as far as I go,” he explained, Wolfie sitting politely at his side. “Don’t want to startle whoever is here to get you.” 

“Right, makes sense.”

The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you seemed just as unwilling to say goodbye as he was.

“Well… guess I better go,” you finally told him, kicking the dirt with the tip of your shoe.

“Probably a good idea.”

“It’s honestly a shame I have to leave already.”

He raised a brow. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve enjoyed getting to know you,” you replied softly.  

Leon was taken aback by that, something warm settling inside of him. To say he felt the same was an understatement. He didn’t voice it. In fact, he didn’t voice anything, at a loss.

To dispel the tension, you quickly and teasingly added, “And I didn’t get to explore this place nearly as much as I wanted to.”

“Well, there will always be other places.” He cringed at his own words and how stupid they were.

“There sure are.” You laughed, the sound melodic, and he was reminded of your singing. How your voice alerted him to your presence just yesterday afternoon. It felt like a lifetime since then, and simultaneously like a blink of an eye.

“It was nice to meet you, Leon.” You held out your hand to him, and he realized after a moment of staring at it you meant for him to shake it. It was a far cry from the day before, certainly. 

“You too,” he said, gingerly touching his palm against your own and shaking your hand carefully, enjoying the warmth of it against his always-cool skin.

You released him—far too soon, he felt—and his arm fell lamely at his side.

You pet Wolfie, scratching his ears affectionately as you said goodbye to the old dog, before focusing back on Leon.

You seemed almost somber as you told him earnestly, “I hope the rest of your life is kind to you.” 

He looked over your form, committing everything to memory. The color of your eyes, your round cheeks, your soft curves, the shape of your lips and how they framed your smile. 

The urge to caress your face was a shockingly difficult one to ignore.

With all his mental strength, he managed to refrain, saying instead, “Same for you.”

You nodded once, offering a final wave, and then you were through the door.

Leon stood there for a long time, hearing your footsteps getting more and more distant.

He stayed in place even as he heard you greet your ride.

He stayed until the car pulled away, the sound of it eventually fading completely.

All was quiet once more.

It felt suffocating.

Wolfie nudged Leon’s leg and finally, he moved, begrudgingly turning on his heels and heading back to the house.

He was lost in thought as he arrived, closing himself into the dark once more.

He grabbed the crow that Wolfie had caught the night before, planning on plucking it clean and sharing it with him, until he noticed a folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

Curious, he stopped in his tracks, picking it up and gently prying it open with his claws. Inside of it was a small, crude drawing of a rabbit, a short note scrawled underneath that read:

Something to remember me by~

Your lil bunny rabbit

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his mouth, echoing in the empty room.

After a moment, he set down the page, sighing deeply—warily.

Leon was alone again.

+++

The rest of your day had passed in a blur, barely able to hold a conversation with the local who picked you up from the village and took you to your hotel room. You paced for a long time once you arrived, eventually ordering takeout to abate your growling stomach but eating it without really tasting it.

Your mind could only focus on Leon.

Maybe you were crazy, but he seemed just as regretful to say goodbye as you had been.

He did say you were the only person he’d spoken to in ten years, so you didn’t want to let yourself hope that perhaps the connection with him you felt you made was genuine. He was just lonely, and you were still a stranger, after all.

You sighed, pulling the golden ring he gave you from your pocket as you sprawled across the bed, holding it up to the light to watch the ruby set into it shimmer. It reminded you of his eyes.

You groaned.

Your flight was tomorrow morning and now you had to make up some lie on your blog that was interesting enough to read without encouraging anyone to seek out the village themselves. 

Tall order.

You tried to focus on what you could potentially say, but all your thoughts led straight back to the strange creature you spent the night with.

He was lonely, yes. But so were you.

You glanced at the time on your phone, knowing you needed to sleep before your flight home.

And then an idea crossed your mind.

This trip was meant exclusively for business, not pleasure, and you realized you hadn’t been on a proper vacation in a long, long time. Your savings were in good shape, your rent was paid for the month, and you worked from home.

You held the ring in your hand, closing your fist around it, the gem decorating it digging into your palm just hard enough to sting.

It was set, you decided.

You were going to stay.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello may I request a matchup for JJK please? I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara!

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I am NOT a confrontational person. I will literally do everything and anything I can to avoid that— whether I’m the one being confronted or doing the confronting. In short, I absolutely hate confrontation 😭 I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥

(Hey hey, I’m sorry that this is kinda short- my brain was not cooperating with me. Other than that I hope ya enjoy this and have a fantastic day!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- It makes him happy when you start to get comfortable enough around him to reveal your more extroverted and funny side.

- He has no problem with speaking up for you. Though he does try and help you with that issue.

- He thinks your nervous and awkward smile is cute and will often tease you about it. Saying stuff like “Whatcha smiling about?” or “What’s so funny?”

- INSISTS on going with you to do your interests/hobbies. It gets so damn chaotic whenever you two play board games together (especially if you play any cards games like Uno...don’t even start with Uno) Sometimes you guys even place bets.

- He likes to look at some of the photos you take (Asks if you can take a picture of him next. Then if you agree to it, he’ll have the goofiest smile on his face)

- Loves your eyes and your comfortable style.

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[suleikashideaway]

All this love for ff8 flying around tumblr right now has got me thinking. 

So many people were so moved by this game that twenty-five years later we’re all banging our fists on the table and crying about it? It leaves me stunned. For so long I thought I was the only one. 

[Huge text post under the cut. As I wrote this I realized just how much soul-baring I was doing. This was emotional to write and just as emotional to share. Thank you to those of you who bravely paved the way with your personal stories so that I would feel strong enough to do the same. Sorry this got stupid-long lol]

My own journey with ff8, as it turns out, is very much tied to my journey in discovering writing. It overwhelms me to think of how my life is so much better thanks to both things. And how my life was potentially saved by both things.

Back in the early aughts I was not privileged enough to have any gaming consoles. My best friend, though, had just gotten a PS1 and the very first game she had was ff8. I would go over to her house every single Sunday afternoon and sit, transfixed, as she played through it. I had never seen anything like it before. We would read the dialogue boxes out loud (I was always Selphie, Zell, and Rinoa, she was always Squall, Irvine, and Quistis) and she was kind enough to save the important cut scenes on separate memory slots so I could see whatever she had played throughout the week. 

I remember adoring the cutesyness of Squall and Rinoa’s dynamic and crying when I saw the ending. But there was something more to it. I felt such an intense desire to have the game for myself, to play it alone and absorb everything in it. We finally got a little money and got a PS1, but my mom would only get games that the whole family could enjoy, so it was Crash and Spyro for a long time until I finally, finally got ff8 for myself. 

The intensity of Squall and Rinoa’s drama and romance was so important to my passionate little teenaged heart. He jumped out into space to save her!! And she brought him back from time compression with just her love!!! It was the story that set the bar for romantic love. 

And Squall…damn, I remember sitting, unblinking, at the scene when he’s curled up in bed…At age sixteen, seventeen, watching Squall voice these things was big:

“I’m fine all by myself now. I have all the skills I need to survive. I’m not a child anymore. That’s a lie. I don’t know anything. I’m confused.”

At the time, I didn’t know why I was so spellbound by that scene, and many of the other scenes of Squall’s inner monologues, but it makes so much sense now. I was a child made to believe I had to be fully competent and capable from way too young an age, parentified and emotionally stunted, and I was about to be kicked out into the world when I didn’t know a single fucking thing about it. 

But my love for ff8 was very private. I read some fanfic to extend that feeling of being in Squall and Rinoa’s world, but other than that, I never outwardly expressed how much this game stuck with me. I was definitely an awkward, shy kid, and luckily I found a group of weirdos in high school who had no fear in sharing their love for things like video games and anime and what-have-you. But still! Even with that! I barely engaged with the few friends who had a love for ff8. It was all very intimate for me. It was my private world. And part of me was scared of taking it too far, even amongst the nerds who took everything too far. I didn’t want to stand out in that way. I had the overwhelming urge to appear normal, and sane. And anyway I didn’t know how to articulate it.

There is a scene from my college years that is so burned in my memory and I think highlights this. I was in a very small major and so I had all the same classes with the same small group of people. In these classes was a very cool girl who I admired. One day someone brought up video games and I remember feeling paralyzed, like, “I can’t bring up my weirdly intense passion for this game! Everyone will think I’m so strange!” so I lied and said I had never played a single video game in my life. And in comes Cool Girl and starts going on and on about how much she loved final fantasy 8 and I could not fathom it. I stayed silent. I was not cool enough to go back on my lie and admit that I was just as into that game, if not more into it, and that I still thought about it regularly.

I kept my love of the game to myself, and played it once or twice when I went home on college breaks. It was enough. I was busy, and burnt out, and turns out, severely depressed on top of it all. 

That first major depressive episode lasted years. I managed to get out of it on my own through a variety of life experiences and found myself in my mid-twenties, looking for love. And what was more, I knew I had to find my Squall. I had to find someone who would constantly be willing to save me from my own flightiness, from my overly-passionate heart that didn’t think things through and constantly caused my own messes, and tell me (with brutal honesty) when to knock my shit off.

And I found him!

What I didn’t know is that I was really Rinoa all along. And Rinoa, my friends, cinnamon roll that she is, has a lot of shit to work out, too. 

It was helpful as I started spiraling into depression again: what if Rinoa and Squall were together and happy, but Rinoa had a major emotional breakdown in her late twenties? I imagined it obsessively. Thinking of their future was the only way I could fall asleep at night. (lol, any of this sound familiar, @angelosearch? <3)

Their story took such a hold on me. I could feel it wanting to scream itself out of my fingertips to the point that I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started secretly typing it up, and every time I sat at the keys, I felt better.

And I stopped disassociating. I started sleeping better. I stopped hiding in the bathroom to cry at all hours of the day. I stopped thinking that I didn’t deserve to be here. I stopped therapy. 

I felt like I had been given a second chance at life. 

About a year ago, I was finally ready to consider posting my ff8 fanfic to share with the world. I had been writing it for over a year, and brewing it in my head for (get this) about eight years before that.

I could tell, though, that I was not a Good Writer. So I put on my bravest face and went searching for a beta. I immediately found one, my amazing @failed221b-chill, who I’ve gushed about before. And my world blossomed. I discovered the true joy that writing brings me, and even just writing this essay is way better than any therapy session I’ve ever had. 

I’m finally coming into my own. I’m finally realizing I had no reason to hide my passionate self. I have to share my inner world - it’s what makes me who I am, and only in that way can I truly connect with those around me. In fact, I literally went and bought an ff8 tank top and wore it in public yesterday and felt like a fucking superhero for doing so. 

So. All that said. I’m so incredibly grateful to be here in this moment, sharing all this love for a game that clearly has affected so many lives for the better. Happy anniversary, Final Fantasy VIII! And to anyone who read this far, I love you.

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[localspiderboy]

Come on, live a little. | Billy Loomis x Scaredy Cat!MaleReader

You’ve always been one to play by the rules. Your friend Billy thinks it’s time to take you out of your comfort zone. 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, sneaking out, shy reader, inexperienced reader, coercion, oral male receiving, face fucking, corruption kink, hair pulling, sub!Reader, dom!Billy

Word Count: 1463

Kinktober Prompt - Corruption

a/n: I'm like 3 days late but I warned y'all. I'm also not doing the prompts in order just whichever ones I'm most excited to write that day. Here's one for Billy, none of the events of the movie would have happened if they just let you kiss your homie rip. Wrote this at 2 am it started out great and then well, you tell me lol. Enjoy!

“Billy?” You whispered head swiveling left and right trying to spot your friend. 

“Billy!” You repeated, harsher this time. This is so stupid you thought. He’s the one that wanted you to sneak out and now he’s late to his meeting. Why’d he wanted to meet at an abandoned house of all places? He’s always been a horror fanatic but that was never really your thing. Despite how many times he and Stu tried to get you to like it, you just couldn’t handle it.

 

Your mouth opened prepared to call out to him again but was interrupted. Thunk. You heard what sounded like something falling come from behind you. Quickly you turned around, using the flashlight in your hand to try to light up the area. It didn’t help much, the house was surrounded by forest your small flashlight did nothing against the inky darkness. “Billy!” You called out straining your neck trying to spot your friend anywhere around. No response. You sighed, you knew Billy was probably around here somewhere.

Another sound coming from the side of the house makes you jump, quickly turning in that direction. “Billy, if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.” Slowly you step carefully towards the direction of the sound, fed up with the game Billy was playing. But then you have the sudden thought that it could be a squatter and not your friend took any bravery you felt left your body. 

 “Seriously this isn’t a funny man! If you don’t come out I’m gonna leave.” Another bang makes you jump, skin raised with goosebumps and hair standing on end you quickly back away. “This is ridiculous.” You mutter under your breath. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into their firm chest. A shrill yell left your lips and you flayed your arms around in an attempt to get away. Not stopping until you heard Billy’s familiar laugh. 

“Hey! Hey it’s me.” He spoke in between laughs, letting go of your arms and allowing you to turn around. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You know I scare easy Billy.” You huff as you look around for the flashlight you dropped in the struggle. You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest.

“I know I’m sorry.” 

You hum non-committal, not completely believing that he was all that apologetic. 

“What are we doing here anyway?” you asked hitting the flashlight with the back of your hand, it flickered on only for a second before dimming out again. Dead. Great.

Billy lifts his polaroid camera, shaking it in his hands with a smile. “We, my friend are here to take photos.” 

“And why are we doing that exactly?” 

“Halloween decorations… and memories.” Billy hands you his camera and gestures for you to follow him. The front door isn’t gonna work he explains but there’s a window around back that’ll do the trick. 

“We can’t just go to the store like normal people?” 

“Nope.” He grunts as he struggles to pull open the old window but after some effort it budges. “Plus we gotta get you out of your comfort zone. After you sir.” 

You simply sigh and crawl through the window.

___

Somehow you lost Billy again because of course you did. You can’t seem to catch a break tonight. You had turned your back for one second to look at the graffiti on the wall and then all of a sudden he was gone again. “Please don’t scare me again Billy.” 

You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest in anticipation. 

“Woah, your hearts beating fast. I didn’t even mean to scare you that time.” His sudden presence makes you take in a sudden breath your eyes shutting quickly. I need to put a bell on this man, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you terrify me multiple times in one night.”  

“Terrified huh?” He places a hand at the curve of your waist, leaning further into you.

“Billy.” You pay no mind to his hand on your waist, you’re just ready to go home, no longer wanting to be teased. 

“You know if you’re this scared we could do something that will really get your mind off things.” 

“Replace that feeling with something good.” He whispers against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. You want to ask him what he means but he answers the question before it could even leave your lips, pressing his erection up against your back. 

“O-oh I uh...I’ve never really done anything like that before.” You are flustered and a little embarrassed to admit that you don’t have much experience. 

“Really?” His voice is husky as he kisses down your neck. It makes your knees weak. 

“You don’t gotta worry I’ll take good care of you.” He lifts his head, turning yours to face him. His eyes are barely visible to you but you can tell they’re looking right into yours. Everything about him is so utterly intoxicating, it’s hard to resist. “Teach you how to do everything. What do you say?”

“O-okay.” You mutter quietly and he smiles. 

He looks down towards your lips but doesn’t kiss you. “Let’s start you off with something easy hm?” You nod and he turns you around to face him, pushing you down on your knees. 

You looked up at him wide-eyed and he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants enough to pull his cock out. 

“Don’t look so scared baby I said I’d walk you through it~” He teased as he pushed his member against your lips. “Open the mouth of yours baby. Yeah stick your tongue out~” You followed his instructions whimpering when he taps his dicks against your tongue. 

He grunts. “You look fucking good like this. I’m just gonna push the tip in okay?” You hum in acknowledgment preparing yourself as best you could for the intrusion. You try to lift your hands to his thighs to brace yourself but he swiftly pushes them off himself.

“Ah ah, keep those hands to yourself, babe.” Billy rests a hand on the back of your head. “Gotta move your head y/n.” He pushes slightly at your head, just to encourage you to find your rhythm. 

Your movements are slow and unsure, the furthest you go is about halfway down. Billy allows this for only a few moments before he gets impatient and takes control. “Lemme show you how to do it.” 

The hand resting on your head suddenly grips your hair and forces you down the rest of his cock, holding you there. You try and fight the urge to gag around him. “Fuck.. you're a natural y/n.” He moans, his head falling back. He curses again holding you for a moment longer before letting you free.

You immediately pull off of him coughing. “What the hell Billy?” You spoke angrily. 

He shrugged at you with a smug smile on his face. “It distracted you didn’t it? Now do you still wanna learn or are you gonna keep complaining?” You looked at him skeptically but nodded, scooching closer to him slowly. You trusted Billy not to hurt you and he was right you did feel way less scared now. Way less.

“Atta boy.” He encourages you and pulls you back around his dick. Moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. “Keep your head still for me, okay?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before his hand is tugging at your hair to keep you steady and thrusting his hips at a steady pace. 

He curses under his breath as he fucks into your mouth. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. You’ve never been used like this before and it’s doing something to you.  He takes notice. “Is this all I needed to do to keep you from getting scared? Use you like some cheap whore?” You moan at his words and it causes his hips to stutter. 

“I’m the first person that’s ever gotten to fuck this mouth huh?” He picks up the pace, his rhythm much more uncoordinated as he approaches his end.  “Gonna be the first to cum down that throat and you’re gonna take it.” 

He slaps your cheek to catch your attention. “Hey, hey look at me.” You make eye contact with him and your utterly fucked out expression is what helps his climax. He holds your head to the base of his cock, forcing you to swallow all of his seed. 

He lets you go and watches as you cough and try to catch your breath. You don’t get too long of a break though because soon he’s gripping your chin and forcing you to look his way. “We’re just getting started baby.” 

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[thefanciestborrower]

Hello,

Cj or fanciest burrower. Sorry lol I’m kinda, shy I’ve heard about you from a close friend I heard you’re pretty chill. I’ve seen your art, before in a server I’ve been I have to admit it’s really good, and I really love the scenarios you put your oc’s or fandom characters in.

Unfortunately, I’m not to familiar with a lot of the fandoms your in I believe they’re cool but I haven’t even heard of newsies, until my friend told me about it about a month ago lol.

Umm yeah I just wanted to kinda make an anon introduction because I’ve been really shy around people a lot lately and I thought it be cool to introduce my self anonymously lol.

Hey anon it’s nice to meet you!! I absolutely understand feeling a little shy when it comes to interacting with folks haha, but I’m happy you liked my work enough to reach out!

And don’t feel bad about not knowing a lot of my fandoms lol, some are pretty niche. I mostly just try and make stuff people can enjoy even if they don’t know the characters since that’s what I like about a lot of creators who inspired me

Anyways welcome I’m glad you’re here! I try and keep my blog a fun space for people to just chill and have fun so fill free to lurk or engage however you like lol, there’s no pressure for any type of interaction here. I do like meeting new people too though so if you ever wanna chat or sent more asks then don’t be scared to!

#I totally thought I posted this already oops #Anyways hi anon it’s awesome to meet you!! #Glad you like it here :) #Ask #anon ask

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart[J.YH] - thirty-seven | gotta let the fans know

You looked at your merch page. You didn’t have much, some stickers, some buttons, a shirt… you wondered if you should get more. The art for them all was kind of old, maybe you should find a new artist and get some updated stuff. You had a bit more money now, so you’d be able to pay for some better stuff at this point. You leaned over to the notepad on your desk and wrote it down. It might take you a bit to find a new artist and decide on something you like, so you could think about it later.

You had to write an update for your channel.

Hey everyone,

I’m really thankful you’ve all been following me and enjoying my videos for this long. 

If that first sentence scared you, don’t worry, I’m not leaving. This isn’t a goodbye letter or anything like that. 

Actually, I’ve been keeping a secret from you for the past few weeks.

My uploads miiiiiight be a little slower since… 

I got a job in the music industry.

For all of you who commented things like “You need to be hired to make actual music!” or “Any company would be lucky to have you!” well… we’ll find out if they are, lol.

Don’t worry, when something gets released that has my name attached to it, I’ll let you know (or I’m sure someone will find it and post about it before I can) so you can tell me what you think. Lord knows you haven’t been shy about that this whole time, lol.

So this isn’t “goodbye” this is just “less 4am mashups” since I do actually need the sleep now, lol.

Let’s all be excited for a bright future!

-Nero

You posted it and saw a few comments pop up immediately of people being excited for you and wishing you well, that sort of thing. 

You went to check your emails and found one from your editor with your newest mashup edit. You had just posted that your productivity would be slowing down a little, so you couldn’t post it yet. You thanked them for their work and made sure they got their payment, and saved the file for a later date.

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[markosbabymama]

hii! was wondering if i could get a ck matchup :))

i’m 5’2, filipina, i have dark brown eyes and pretty long hair that’s thick and dyed a burgundy color. i wear glasses and practically never leave home without putting on winged eyeliner. i think i’d describe my style like downtown girl, but there are times where i just love dressing up like with heels and a mini skirt/dress.

i’m an aries sun, sagittarius rising and virgo moon. i’d say i’m more ambivert. i do love talking to new people, but it just takes me awhile to warm up to them. i love reading romance and dystopian books, and dancing is a big part of my life (mostly hip-hop). i’m literally the biggest scaredy cat ever and really emotional. like i’ll cry when i’m happy, sad, mad, stressed. my love languages are touch and gift giving.

i also have a cat named mochi and she is the love of my life (and emotional support).

uhhh, i think that’s it, i’m not sure if this is enough or not 😭 but tysm! <33 i also don’t mind whether i’m matched with a girl or boy, i love everybody 🫶

you would be so good with robby!!!

also u sound so pretty?!?!?

.

robby is on the short side, so when he towerd over u he wouldn’t stop bragging abt it

“hey shortie” “robby istg-“

definitely calls u his arm rest LMAOO

thinks ur height is adorable tho.

.

LOVES UR HAIRRRR

he’s obsessed with the color he thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world

definitely has hair ties on his wrist for u

practices doing messy buns cuz he loves the way they look on u

LOVES running his hands through ur hair

has ur shampoo and conditioner in his shower🥹

.

loves ur glasses sooo much

like he’s literally obsessed with the way u look with glasses on.

he lowk gets sad if u were contacts.

“hey, what happend to your glasses?” “i traded em’ for my contacts today!” *pouts* “i think u look pretty hot with ur glasses” *blushes* “good to know.”

puts them on from time to time and steals ur phone to take selfies with them on LMAOO

*steals ur glasses* “what do we think?, do i look fabulous?” *whips imaginary hair* “oh definitely.”

.

the amount of times he tried to convince u to let him do ur eyeliner is CRAZYY

obvi u don’t let him cause it’s to important to fuck up.

“pleaseeee” *pouts* “robby, no. if u mess up my eyeliner i won’t have time to do it again. i’ll show up to school looking like a clown.” *crosses arms* “fine.”

one day u give in and he’s the happiest person in the world

he’s surprisingly good ???

like you didn’t take it off, it looked good.

he was very proud of himself.

.

LUVS UR STYLE!!!!

he has a leather jacket that u always use to steal so he gave it to u cause u used it more then him🤭

has a drawer that JUST has stockings and ankle socks for u.

“do you prefer fish nets or just plain black?” “plain black, why?” “cause i bought 6 pairs of both.”

LMAOOO

whatever money he has saved up he’ll take u on mini shopping sprees🥹

and when u decided to change up ur style to the mini skirts and dresses

GOD HE CANT KEEP HIS EYES OFF U

(or his hands lol)

.

when y’all first met he thought it was the cutest cause u were kinda shy

like the way u would look down and play with ur hands would MELT HIS HEART🥲

and when u warmed up to him he was so excited

loved hearing u ramble on abt anything

“and then she told me that her boyfriend di- what are you staring at keene?” “i just think you’re really cute.” *blushing n smiling like a mess* “you’re so corny.”

.

buys u all kinds of romance novels.

he will literally go to book stores and sit for hours and will ft u just to know if u would enjoy it or not

and don’t get me STARTED on all the jewelry he buys u

obvi it’s not diamonds and rubys but he gets u whatever he can get his hands on🥹

he got u his initial to put around ur neck.

AHHHHH

genuinely just loves buying u things.

.

HE THINKS ITS SO CUTE CUS UR A SCAREDY CAT !

loves watching horror movies with u cause you’ll hold onto him for dear life

“are you really scared rn?” “yes! are you not?!?” “no not really” “whatever robby, it’s not my fault im afraid.” “i think it’s cute.”

first time he bought u smth u definitely cried happy tears and he thought he did something wrong LMAOOO

“wait why are you crying? is it ugly, did i get it in the wrong color i-“ *lauging* “no robby, im crying happy tears. i promise it’s perfect, i love it.”

.

robby is definitely a pda guy so, he always has his hands on u.

weither his hands are on ur waist, his arm wrapped around ur shoulder, his hand in urs, he’s always touching u.

loves hugs cause he’s got mommy issues

loves touch in general, especially forhead kisses.

GOD he loves those

will literally melt if u kiss his nose or forhead

.

loves ur cat🥹

calls her his daughter 😊

“hi baby!! how’s my girl today?” “oh i’m doing go-“ “i was talking to mochi.” “you’re an ass.”

but u honestly love cause he takes ur cat like a whole ass child

will definitely make her wear halloween costumes and ugly christmas sweaters

AND HE DOES THAT TREND ON TT WITH THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG LMFAOSOKR

loves his girl and his cat🥹🥹

.

A/N: HOPE U ENJOYED THIS!!! this was definitely the cutest one i’ve written so far lol!!🫶🏻🥹

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[i-just-like-goats]

Hello. It is I, the anon who dreamed of Jouno twice. Could I request a female reader who’s like around 12, and she’s Tetchou’s younger sister, and she’s scared of Jouno? Because TETCHOU tells her abt Jouno’s interrogations and sadism and one day she meets Jouno for the first time and is low key scared of him and runs away and hides from him every time lol. And he goes ??? (lol and you can add TETCHOU or Taxhihara comforting the reader) anywayzzzzz have fun! :D

Hellooo Jouno's next victim anon. I had a lot of fun writing this loll. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request!

Hunting Dogs x Female Reader Strictly Platonic

Summary: in the ask

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 0.7k

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You would like to think of yourself as a brave person. After all, with Tetchou as your brother, you knew he would be there to protect you and he may or may not have taught you how to keep yourself safe. But, you will admit that you are absolutely terrified of his colleagues. Tachihara being the exception.

But no one scared you as much as Saigiku Jouno. 

You had never met the man, but Tachihara and Tetchou’s descriptions of him painted him to be a sadist that the world was lucky to have on the side of the Hunting Dogs. Had Jouno been part of a criminal organisation, everyone was sure that he would make everyone’s lives harder.

So with that impression of him, your reaction to him coming to your house with Tetchou was understandable. You screamed and slammed the door in their faces, narrowly missing Jouno’s fingers.

“That was very loud,” Jouno remarked.

Tetchou sighed and opened the door with his key. If he had known you’d react this way, he would have given you a heads up rather than surprising you like this.

When Jouno stepped inside, you dropped the frying pan you were shakily pointing at the door and ran up to your room. Tetchou’s mouth widened. You really were scared of Jouno. Was it because of how he described Jouno? He didn’t think Jouno sounded that bad.

“How old is your sister?”

“Twelve,”

“Well I can come back another time to get my uniform,”

“No, it’s fine. It’s my fault for accidentally taking your uniform instead of my own. I’ll go fetch it,”

The doorbell rang.

“Would you mind getting that for me?”

Tetchou ran up to his room to grab Jouno’s uniform, while Jouno unlocked the door.

“Jouno?”

“Good evening Tachihara,”

“Have you finally killed Tetchou?”

“Unfortunately no. What gave you that impression?”

“Tetchou didn’t answer the door and neither did his sister, you did and well, you two aren’t exactly best friends,”

“I see. So, you come here often?”

“I’m quite good friends with Y/N, so I do try visit as often as I can,”

Tachihara stepped inside as Jouno shut the door.

“Is Tetchou’s sister always like this when she first meets people?”

“Always like what?”

“She appears to be running from me in fear. I haven’t seen her reacting to any of the other Hunting Dogs so I assume that she is merely scared of the Hunting Dogs,”

“Or just you,” Tetchou teased.

He entered the hallway with Jouno’s uniform draped over his arm. Jouno’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well when I first met Y/N, she was shy at first, but she wasn’t scared,” Tachihara replied.

“She’s also met Teruko and those two got on very well,” Tetchou added.

Jouno frowned. Was he doing something wrong? Perhaps his facial expression was stern? Why were people so hard to understand? Jouno sighed heavily.

“This is a mystery I don’t care to solve, so I’ll be leaving now,”

“What mystery? We all know she’s scared of you,” Tetchou said.

“The mystery is why,”

With that, Jouno waved and exited the home to go return to his own. Once the door shut, Tetchou and Tachihara exchanged glances.

“She’s really scared of Jouno?”

“Yeah. I think it’s best that you talk to her. You rarely said a bad thing about Jouno. If I try I’ll look like a liar,”

“Sure,”

Tachihara walked up to your bedroom door and knocked.

“Hey Y/N? Can you let me in?”

Tachihara heard sounds of shuffling behind the door until it swung open to reveal you with a pale face.

“Is he gone?”

“Jouno’s gone, you don’t need to be afraid,”

You sat down on the edge of your bed with Tachihara joining you. He patted your back.

“Even If Jouno was still here, you wouldn’t need to be afraid, because-”

“Because you and Tetchou will keep me safe. I know,”

“Well yes, but also, Jouno isn’t a bad guy. Sure he seems scary and does scary things to people, but he only does that to bad people. And you’re a good person aren’t you?”

“Yeah,”

With a small smile, you let your head rest on Tachihara’s shoulder.

“Besides, if Jouno were to deem you a bad person, I’m always by your side; and so are your brother and Teruko. Against the rest of us, Jouno doesn’t stand a chance,”

“You promise?”

“I promise,”

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[dotster001]

Congrats on the 1k followers! I loved your matchup you did for me not too terribly long ago and thought I’d really love to participate in this event too, I hope you don’t mind

This is in request of twisted wonderland fandom.

1. The one who I took the hand off first was Malleus. I favored him in the beginning because I freaking love dragons, and those horns! 😂 yeah, sadly I’m a dork. Anywho, he was tall, dark and mysterious. Who isn’t immediately drawn to that type of enigma? Then to learn that he was never invited to meetings and what nots, I felt bad for him. Poor thing 😭

2. I enjoyed Malleus only short lived though, Rook Hunt’s flirting is what freaking drew me in. Lord have mercy! No character makes you feel quite loved and appreciate like he freaking does! He’s heavy on the flirting and praise… kind of hard to not like that (especially when you are a social outcast and overall black sheep). So, Rook Hunt has been my Home Screen and obsession for literally longer than any other character in any Otome or game or anime that I’ve ever freaking obsessed over. lol! I get excited whenever he pops up in events and stories! I’m obsessed over him like he is with Leona and Neige! 😭😭😭 it’s so sad!

3. Rook Hunt-he seems to be the kindest and least judgmental character. His smile and laugh are freaking infectious! His flirting! His voice actor does him major justice, that voice makes me melt every time! As a person who is extremely socially awkward (outside of internet, apparently😂😂) it is nice to know that there is a character who can actually understand exactly what you are thinking or needing without you having to actually voice it (however it also makes you feel vulnerable too!)

4. I think Malleus and I would get along as friends and that would be it. I don’t feel like I need to miss him as I still quite like his character and I enjoy the conversations him and Yuu have. However, my heart quite literally belongs to another…though his love and devotion to Vil and Neige would totally make me jealous and possessive…so pathetic, I know 😭

5. I’m an Aries and an infp. I’m socially awkward and introverted, shy and quiet. I have ptsd, depression and anxiety from being bullied in school (from kindergarten to junior year), a narcissistic and neglectful mother and an abusive father (so I’m not very trusting of others it takes awhile before I let most people in my life and if I do let you in just know I trust and care for you and am fiercely loyal and devoted and extremely protective). I have long hair that I always dye red as it is the only color that takes and actually looks decent on me. I have freckles and hazel eyes and am 5’5 1/2. I love lord of the rings, Harry Potter, and am now freaking obsessed with Wednesday ( I’m literally a mix between Wednesday and her roommate Enid!)i love swords, storms, rain (cold dreary weather!!!❤️❤️❤️). I enjoy reading and love chamomile tea! I love music and singing (can’t dance but can sing). I love artists like Aurora and Naika, neoni, sia…do not like country or rap. I prefer night time, not a fan of sun or heat. I’m a solitude and quiet individual who prefers to observe and not interact.

6. I honestly would prefer to be with Rook. I’d like something romantic. I like yandere, but let’s face it, if it were yandere, I’d sadly be the yandere. I’m too freaking obsessive. Possessive, jealous and downright territorial! However, luckily I’m not the person to act on it. My moral compass is decent for one, I’m also too shy and timid! I have a tendency to also not believe that someone could really really like me (sadly that was beat into me). I’m more fantasy driven rather than action oriented. Good lord I hope I haven’t scared ya away!

Anyway, thank you so much for doing these stories for us, again I really loved your matchup and appreciate your story telling ❤️❤️❤️ so sorry this was so freaking long!😂

(no worries about the length lmao, I'm glad you enjoyed your matchup back in the day of a couple months ago 😂 btw, my dad got me a sign for my dorm that says "no entrance except on party business" thought you'd appreciate)

Im Which we See a Snapshot of how Rook Woos his Lover

Rook had first spotted you when he was hunting observing the Rois de Dragons. The two of you were sipping tea on the Ramshackle porch, and having a riveting conversation about gargoyles (Rook could perfectly read lips). The way your eyes were shining in the evening light, it was love at first sight. And Rook handled it as any normal person would.

"Bonjour, mon petit lapin! J'taime! May I join your conversation?" He said, jumping out of the bushes, and  sweeping his hat off his head as he bowed before you. 

Luckily for him, you didn't speak French, at least not fluently. While both of you were startled by the man from the bushes, you figured with Malleus you would be safe. So you allowed him to join you both.

Four months later, you'd fallen for him just as hard as he'd fallen for you. He'd slowly lured you in with the biweekly hair touch ups and his tongue of gold.

Now that you were together, the hair touch ups might be a little too much for your heart.

One thing you could say about Rook, was that he didn't cheap out on hair dye. Honestly, you probably didn't even need to touch it up so often, but it had become a pattern that when the roots started to show, you would hang out in Rook's room after class as he did your hair.

He would apply hair dye while whispering compliments directly into your ear.

"Your eyes are glittering today with the stars that have bound us together. Tres magnifique!"

He would also hum, as he applied the dye, then washed it out, usually giving you an extra scalp massage as he did so. (You still couldn't decide whether teaching him "The Edge of Night" was good or bad).

He would blow dry your hair, and as he maneuvered the dryer, and your hair, he would gently caress the skin he touched.

By this point, his compliments would be slowly devolving into completely French.

"Ma Cherie, you are truly le plus bel être à avoir jamais vécu."

Then he'd press a kiss behind your ear, and whisper something like,

"Were I a meilleur poète, je pourrais te dire à quel point tu as volé mon cœur."

Then he'd slip himself into your lap, and tap your nose playfully while whispering into your neck,

"tu éclaires le monde et dissipe toute l'obscurité et l'ombre dans mon coeur."

He would continue working his fingers through your hair, as he waited for you to get more and more flustered under his touch. He wanted to kiss you. Badly. But a good hunter makes his prey come to him. 

And you always did, as he whispered in French to you, and nuzzled deeper into your neck, pressing soft kisses wherever his mouth landed.

"Rook."

You would always softly whisper his name. He would pull away and look into your eyes with a truly innocent expression.

"Mon lapin?"

Then you would give him an epic pout, and mutter something like, "I know what you're doing. Just kiss me already, you sadist."

He would gasp in mock surprise, and run his thumb along your pouting lips.

"Je suis desole! I have been so focused on your hair that I have neglected you! Ah! I am truly a heartless lover."

You would scowl at him, and be about to remind him that he was teasing you the entire time, but he would always cut you off with a kiss. Which would turn into two kisses. Which would become a cuddle pile of kisses that would last until the door would open, and you'd hear a proper melodic voice call….

"Oh for seven's sake. There's no need to do this every other Tuesday."

Ah, Vil. Ruiner of all the good times.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #1k followers #twst rook #rook x reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

[pansear-doodles]

Hi pan

This is from someone who’s still too shy to send in something while not being anonymous (more specifically the person with the bullyable long necked Saint lol)

Uh I just wanted to say I’m sorry, you mentioned me as a friend once and because of that (if we are friends, I can never tell when I befriend people) I’m sorry for kinda never talking to you. I only don’t because of my gross amount of social anxiety and me being scared of bothering you or making you uncomfortable

Also im sorry if this seems odd, I just wanted to apologize for not speaking

You don’t have to answer this btw, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry

Hey no need to apologize friend

I also have trouble talking to my own friends consistently too

Idk i think its the introvert side of me. It drains my energy when I'm hanging out with other people, but at the same time I want to hang out with those people. I get the feeling.

But its ok to take breaks. Everyone has their own lives. Their own things to worry about and their own things to do.

I struggle to keep this in my head- that i have to do something, that I fear that my friends dont like me and theyre not telling me if im doing something wrong. Theyre stupid thoughts that are too critical on me. We are always critical of ourselves.

But i think that whatever happens, i think your friends, and myself, would like it best if you keep at your own pace, try to relax and enjoy what you are doing.

I am happy to have met you and the folks at sc and the rw fandom, even with my own blistering anxiety, lowkey amnesia due to trauma and abandonment issues.

#ask

[1tarot1with1k1o]

hi! here for ur game :) i choose kim namjoon

i feel you’d get along with with momo from twice, sunny from girls generation, and seulgi from red velvet

Helloo~ and welcome to the game!

Ooh, interesting choices! I’ve never thought about being friends with those idols, but I’d definitely be curious to see how it would go. They’re all nice and very charming people, so thank you for choosing them for me! Mark is SUCH a sweet guy, and he has the softest hands haha, so I’m happy to remind you of him. I’ve never been that called to get to know Wendy in depth, but she seems chill, so I appreciate it! Taemin…what an honor lol!! He’s THE kpop idol™️, so it’s such a compliment for me to remind you of him!

I think that namjoon would find you…interesting? You might be someone who is very different from the people he is used to meeting or hanging around with, and I feel like his smart self will really want to get to know you in order to sort of “study” you? Not in a weird way, but he simply would like to know more because he finds you very “layered”. He would love to listen to you talk about your hobbies and views. He would like to know how you form your thoughts, and the kind of experiences you faced during your life. The things you say might even inspire him to write songs, or to look at certain things in a different way. You two would be like those people who look extremely different but that actually get along well, and that deep inside are more similar than one may think. I see that your friendship would stay superficial (as in, I don’t see you becoming very close friends. Just people who occasionally meet in the same place, and have a talk), but you’ll definitely have a positive effect on each other even just by being acquainted! You could learn many things from each other <3

Jungkook would also find you an interesting person to hang out with. I saw him smiling at you while you’re talking with a group of people. He may find your mannerism and your mind peculiar. Not necessarily because you act strangely, but like for Joon, you may have a personality that he’s not used to. I heard language barrier, so he may be too shy to actually talk to you. Probably because you would have to communicate in English, and as good as he is, he will feel too intimidated to actually talk a lot in a foreign language. He may even be worried about accidentally saying something wrong during the conversation. Ironically, I saw him talking more if Namjoon is around, since he would be less scared about making mistakes. Joon may not even have to ever correct him or to interfere in the conversation, but it still would make Jungkook feel more comfortable to have him nearby in case he needs some extra support. You would laugh and enjoy your time together! He would find it fun to be around you. You might end up having friends in common, although I don’t see you two actually interacting more than just a few times. You’d mostly be the kind of person you greet and then move away from, in order to meet your friends. I don’t wanna say a professional relationship but that’s the kind of vibe I get tbh. In a positive way of course! It’s not like he would have to force himself to talk to you. Not at all! You two may just have different walks of life that wouldn’t give you much to talk about with one another.

Overall, you would have positive interactions with both of them, but they would likely not lead to developing a close friendship with neither. You might interact more with Namjoon than with Jungkook. Mostly because the conversation would flow more easily between you two. Not just for the language, but even for the fact that your personalities or personal views may be a better match.

Thank you for participating! I hope you enjoyed the readings ^~^

#klo #tarotcoconut #tarot community #free readings #spirituality #intuitive game #closed game #kpop readings

[outofthiisworld]

🚩🚩 go wild lol

thank you for lettin’ me be a lil hater. i will think of u fondly when they come for me.

send me a 🚩 and i'll share my unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes.

🚩. [GRABS THE MIC AND STANDS UP ON A SOGGY SOAPBOX] I THINK. ROMANTIC SHIPPING GETS A REALLY BAD REP AND WE SHOULD STOP BEING SO SCARED AND MEAN TOWARDS IT.

^^ those are some BIG words coming from my hypocritical booty, who is unfortunately naturally ship shy. But damn. I think the reason why is cause it’s been beaten senseless in my noggin that romantic shipping of any kind is lesser and something to be embarrassed about.

Comedic anger aside: I know why. There are pushy people out there. And also, there are people who DONT want to write romance and like? That’s so fair and should be respected. There are so many wonderfully juicy dynamics to enjoy.

It’s important to both have and keep your boundaries. Will I romantically ship with a new mutual right out the gate? Nooooo. Take me out to dinner first.

But god. God I’m tired of pretending I don’t want Ophelia to kiss someone alright? YEAH AND she’s my female muse alright— let me live my silly little life.

🚩. READ. PEOPLE’S. RULES? — this shouldn’t be a hot take, it should be the coldest and most bland take ever BUT? I can’t tell you how many of my lovey mutuals I talked to who told me people just… don’t?

And I’m not talking about forgetting a rule or something, listen we’re human end of the day, we’re gonna make an oopsie and feel real bad about it but like. To just, follow someone and not even read through their rules? You telling me you wipe your ass back to front too???? Wild.

#👽 … ooc #🎤 … asks #mechahero #//if you do wipe back to front hey. it’s alright. no hate. [gives you a smooch] just now you know aight #//hygiene is not a skill everyone is lucky to be taught and I mean that in the most genuine way I’m not kidding