#but now i'll try to be more present! stay tuned | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

zee-143 · 4 months

Text

~𝙵𝚊𝚗!𝚂𝚔𝚣 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

♡A/N: This is what won the polls so this is what I'll write. Also ty to everyone who likes my content. I have other fics coming up so stay tuned and hope you enjoy this one❤❤ Skz aren't idols in this btw. Just you :) I did reread this but if u do find mistakes I apologize 😭

SKZ x Fem! Reader

♡Genre: Fluff

♡Warnings: Noneee

Chan

He first heard about your music through a friend.

He was instantly hooked

He practically loved every single song you wrote and released

Chan was definitely a committed fan too

He'd follow all your social media just to stay updated on everything you were doing

Nothing creepy. Only to stay informed of course

If you had a fan meeting? He would totally be there. Even if it meant dragging a friend along with

A concert? He will be there just to support you

Chan simply loves anything you do. Whether it be the way you eat or talk. Everything just seems so... Perfect

Now, as a fan, Chan knows he shouldn't get too attached but its been difficult to say the least

Ever since that one encounter with you, Chan couldn't help but get a little excited at the thought of you

It was your 5th fan meeting. You were happily greeting fans, receiving their gifts or compliments like a complete professional. Chan stood in line, excitedly tapping his feet. He held a paper bag(that was your favorite color) with loads of gifts in them.

The line moved quite slowly but Chan didn't mind. If it was to see you, he'd wait a century. The closer he moved though, the more excited and nervous he became.

Finally, it was his turn to meet you

You happily greet him and he greets back. You spark up a little conversation by complimenting his outfit. Chan compliments back, saying how he admired your outfit too.

Chan revealed all the presents he bought for you. You were extremely surprised by how many things they were. Your staff can along, taking the gifts and placing them with the others

"You didn't have to buy all that stuff you know" You laughed. Your smile caused a light pink to spread across Chan's face. "I don't mind. You really inspire me and make me very joyful. It's the least I can do" Chan grins confidently. You nod, signing the poster and album he brought along

"Well, thank you so much. It's really amazing that I get to make fans like you so happy. It makes me happy. Don't stop smiling for me, alright? " He never forget those words. He never forgot his promise to her. He smiled, whenever a smile needed to be present.

Chan sometimes wonders if you remember him. It is unlikely. You do have millions of fans everywhere all around the world. Meeting you was enough for him though. It was just enough.

Minho

He was just scrolling through YouTube one day when he came across on of your music videos. With 93 million views?

He felt that was a little much but who knows maybe it wasn't bad.

Minho was wrong though. It wasn't just bad. Your music was 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He felt like he just found a drug and you were the dealer.

He tried not admitting how much he actually liked your music but failed

The posters on the walls aren't there for nothing obviously

He loved your dance style. It was so clean yet fun. He'd spend hours in his room just watching performance videos and trying to master your dances

Minho was intrigued by your stage presence more than anything. You captivated the crowd with just one look. You definitely had a way with face expressions and emotions

His room was filled with different types of merchandise. From posters to photo cards to albums to hoodies and even more

With all the merch though, it was hard to keep his little obsession a secret. And not because he was embarrassed. He just didn't want people getting all nosy with this one little interest. It was his and his alone.

One moment he won't forget was that one live he watched

Minho wasn't particularly feeling well that day but luckily you were on the rescue. You decided to go live and just ramble about whatever has been happening. Nothing special, which Minho didn't mind. He just loved your voice.

Minho was slightly bored. He deciding on commenting something. It's not like he was hoping for you to see it. He typed out something sweet but simple: 𝘐𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. He read through the comment before sending it through

You, on the other hand, we're reading through the comments until one caused you to raise your eyebrows and smile. "I'm feeling really bad today but your voice makes everything a little brighter" You read.

Minho practically panicked, noticing you read his comment. That was 𝙝𝙞𝙨 comment. He slapped his cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And sure enough he wasn't.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling bad but it'll get better. Life sucks but don't let that stop you. I'm glad I'm helping just a bit. To which ever fan who commented that and everyone else, I love you so much and don't ever forget that" You raised a thumbs up before staring back down at your phone, looking for more comments to read

Minho felt his heart skip a beat. Skip multiple beats in fact. Though the last few words weren't only directed towards him it felt that way. And that's all that matters.

Changbin

Changbin had always been a fan of you. Ever since debut he was rooting for you to succeed

And boy did you do just that

You had millions of fans from all over the globe now and he felt proud of you for that. He loved that you got where you wanted to be.

He enjoyed more of your older songs as that's what he's used to but the newer songs are amazing too.

What really stood out to him about you though was your laugh. You had such a pretty and contagious laugh. Every video he watches, he just hopes you'll laugh. It makes him smile.

He also relates to you food wise. Changbin is someone who loves food and for you to love food as much as he does. Well, that's nice to hear

It was funny how stupidly similar you both were but who knows.. Maybe he's just being delusional

He sometimes thinks about what it would be like to befriend you. He was positive that it wouldn't be a boring experience that's for sure.

He basically stalks your Instagram account and other social media too.

If you post something, he's most likely already seen it or read it. Everything you post is something different, so he always makes sure to stay updated

He also noticed how you both practically have the same sense of humor. Any joke you say seems to crack him up more than anything else

Changbin was watching a recent vlog you recorded and couldn't help but notice a funny detail. After the video he hopped onto Twitter and shared his observation

'𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 (𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 2 𝘵𝘰 3 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥'

A few hours, Changbin returned to Twitter noticing the attention his post got. Many were agreeing and others were just pointing out other details. But one comment left him shocked

He couldn't believe it. He even clicked on the profile and did everything. And surely enough, that comment was from you

'𝘓𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 😭"

You liked his little joke. YOU ACTUALLY LIKED IT. He tried not to scream as he was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends. He must have been dreaming, or dead maybe.

Either way, he was glad you got to laugh at his silly comment. Who knows. Maybe they'll be more silly comments you'll see and laugh at even more

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves you. And when I say love, I mean he 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 you.

He listens to your music every single day. Maybe while painting or doodling, he played one his favorite songs

I mean, all your songs were his favorite song, but he had a few that he held close to his heart.

When with friends, he always has an urge to bring you up in literally anything conversation

"Did you see (name) at Paris Fashion Week "

"Did you know (name) can do that too"

"Woah, that reminds me of (name). She's a great idol and her music is fantastic! "

Just a few examples of his undying love to you

Hyunjin really believes that you both are soul mates. Now, that is quite delusional but it makes sense! (To him anyway)

You once described, in an interview, what your type is and he ticked all the boxes. But maybe that's just his ego talking. Just a hopeless romantic in love

He celebrated your birthday like it was his own.

His gallery was filled with more pictures of you than his own family

It was all very concerning but Hyunjin didn't care. He was happy. He was happy knowing you.

Hyunjin did do other things too. He occasionally posted his art which gained lots of attraction. It was good after all. At some point, you mentioned how you didn't know what cover to use for your upcoming album.

Hyunjin took it upon himself to make a fan made album cover. It was soo good, people actually thought it was official. You soon saw the cover and was so impressed. You needed to use it. It was perfect

Hyunjin woke up to something unexpected the next day. Other than the thousands of notifications, he got a DM. From you. He almost dropped his phone from pure surprise

'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵? '

'𝘠𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 😖"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 :)"

"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳!!"

And with that, Hyunjin's artwork was the official album cover

He was over the roof. Seeing his art piece on the YOUR official album with YOUR songs. Okay, saying he was over the roof is an understatement

You later had an interview about the album and basically praised Hyunjin for his work for around 2 minutes. He watched that interview more than he could count. Needless to say, he didn't want to forget this moment.

Jisung

Jisung wasn't an artist but he liked music. Music was like a child to him. To some extent anyway

It did make sense though

His father was the owner of a huge kpop company. The company you were under in fact

Jisung wasn't interested in your music at first. Until, he followed his father in the recording studio you were working in. It was just a check up on your latest song. After one listen, he couldn't get the song out of his head.

He did some research about you and realized you were quite a popular idol in the community. That's where his fan obsession began

He liked watching all your interviews. Your personality was something he couldn't get over. You were always so nice and thoughtful towards anyone around. He was very intrigued by everything.

Though you were in the same company his father owned, you both never interacted. Mainly because he avoided you as much as possible. Embarrassment was not an option.

As a fan, Jisung listened to your music. He had a special playlist just for your songs and songs you liked.Songs he thought 𝙮𝙤𝙪 would like too.

He basically carried a photocard of you everywhere. Jisung believes it brings him good luck. Which was a cute gesture but it did sound a bit silly

He didn't care at all. Even if it was silly, it kept him at ease. He liked it that way

You had to write a song for a special performance. It was to be the company's 50th birthday but you had no ideas. That's when Jisung came in

"I heard you were having trouble with song writing. I brought my son to help you. He is quite the song writer" Your boss smiled. You eyed Jisung curiously. This was all to sudden but time was running out. You allowed it.

Jisung on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He couldn't even focus without getting scared. You noticed this and decided to give him some space.

When you returned, the song was finished. You excitedly examined the lyrics. You were impressed to say the least. The lyrics naturally connected to you, as if they were your own

"Oh my- this is perfect Jisung. You really are a great song writer"

"Really? It's not dumb or anything...? "

"Not at all. It's so professional and well done. Good job"

You gave the male a quick but thoughtful hug. He hugged back. You were his favorite idol and he couldn't believe he got to be this close to you. It was a dream come true.

The song did extremely well. At the show, Jisung got a whole shoutout with his face on the big screen. He was embarrassed but glad. Glad he could help you out.

Felix

Felix found you through Tiktok. How? Well your MAMA performance was trending and it was practically every where. It was impossible for anyone not to see at least one edit.

Felix did watch MAMA and he knew about you. He has known for a while. But wasn't a fan. He just knew you were a popular idol. What he didn't know though, was how obsessed he would become.

Like Minho, Felix was mesmerized by how you dance. He imagined you were the best dancer he had ever watched. Felix would often practice your dances, simply for fun

Everything was for fun

Did he read the fan fictions? Well... No but yes. He did read them but only sometimes. And he only read the cute stuff. He was delusional at the thought of you. Just a cute fanboy

Felix absolutely loved your smile. He often called you a sunshine or something like that. He believes you bring sunlight and everything bright. Anyone could go blind even looking at you or that's what he thought.

Your voice. He was one of the fans who could listen to your voice for ages on end.

He was passionate about you. Talking about you just came naturally or even accidentally though he did feel embarrassed after rambling. He didn't want to seem annoying in front of his friends. It was hard to control.

Felix watched all the edits he could find. Any edit. Any meme. Any video. He would watch it. He enjoyed all the content fans made of you.

Like most, Felix had merchandise. All neatly organized and placed in his room. He didn't like misplacing any of it. Not because it was expensive. He just didn't need to loose anything. It was all important to him

Felix opened Tiktok one day. You posted a challenge. A challenge for a song that he was in love with. There wasn't one day he didn't think of this song. It didn't have any choreography ... Until now

So a challenge? He had to try it out!

After a few hours of practice and life regret, Felix memorized the dance. He joined on the challenge posting his version on Tiktok.

Felix knew the video was going to blow up but he didn't expect it to get him a deal with you

Now, the male was patiently sitting in your studio. A few staff members with him. You hurriedly entered the studio.

"Hello! So glad you could make it Felix"

"Uhm... It wasn't a problem but... Why am I here? "

"I need a dance partner. I saw your video giving a go at my challenge. You're perfect"

Felix tilts his head. He was curious about why she chose him but decided to learn that later on. Hey, he was given a deal to dance with someone he admired. Why not take it.

He worked really hard to learn all the dance steps and everything. With you of course. You were extremely helpful. Your smile had to be the best part of everything though. It was as bright as he thought.

The concert day has to have been the best though. The performance went really well. Felix became quite popular with your fans. Everyone was so supportive rather than jealous. It was the best day of his life. That day never left his mind. It definitely was something he'd never forget.

Seungmin

Seungmin isn't your biggest fan.

He does like your music. Your personality. Etc. He is definitely not a BIG fan of you

You were just an idol he was fond of

Seungmin had few amounts of merchandise. Again, he's just fond of you

Seungmin was captivated by your singing voice. That's what he first noticed. Nothing healed his heart more than your singing.

It was a melody he simply wouldn't get over. Seungmin, personally, sang himself. He actually was a trainee under your company too.

He'd often bump into you but it wasn't a huge deal. He saw you as any other idol in the company. Just a human with a big platform

You both often had a brief and quick interaction before moving on. Getting on with your own lives.

He was more normal about you than the others, obviously

The thing that changed though, was how much of a fan he was towards you

The company gave him a challenge to learn then sing a cover from the list that was provided

Alright, seems easy. He chose the hardest song. One of yours. Did he want to show off? Yes. Was it because he wanted to impress you? To an extent, definitely

The highnotes in the song are what he was ready for. He practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more.

Seungmin, like his other trainee peers, we're given the same challenge. One by one, they all perform their covers in front of the judges. The judges were honest. Really honest from what he heard. A girl ran back crying. Seungmins breath quickened and he lightly tapped his foot on the ground

He was anxious

His turn arrived. He stared at the judges, noticing you were there. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 up, he thought. The greetings and introductions ended. Now it was time for Seungmin to impress everyone (cough cough you)

The song reached its end. The room was quiet. The judges glanced at each other, with stunned expressions.

They all gave their feedback. The feedback was honest but decent. Your opinion was something that stuck with him forever though

"Well, that was my song and I haven't heard anyone sing it better than me. I'm actually so impressed Seungmin. I'm jealous. You have an angelic voice which I need on one of my songs. "

Everyone agreed and nod their heads

"When you debut, I'd love you to feature on some of my future music"

Seungmin left the company that day in a cheery mood. He couldn't believe one day you'd want to work on a song with him. Oh he was definitely going to learn as many of your songs as possible now.

Jeongin

Jeongin is definitely someone who keeps his love for you a personal thing

Only close friends knew about it

He liked it that way

Your fashion sense is something he is obsessed with. Jeongin is someone who takes time when it comes to dressing up. As soon as you mentioned, in an interview, that most of your stage outfits or general outfits are what you pick yourself. He could definitely relate

You dress like someone who cares about what you look like. Just like him.

You are an ambassador for a fashion brand after all. His seen plenty of ads in the mall or on the internet of you. He liked pointing them out in front of his friends

Jeongin thought you were sweet. Sweet like honey

He had no specific reason on why he wanted to know so much about you. Maybe it was his personal connection with you.

Or maybe he just wanted something to be attached to

Either way he was a big fan. Jeongin was simple about this whole thing. He felt happy when watching your content

He definitely was over protective about you though. He knows he shouldn't. It just sucks when someone comments a negative opinion. Of course, criticizing an idol is necessary for improvement. Though some take it too far. That's what pisses him off

Other than that, Jeongin is relaxed. Most of the time, especially in winter, he wears the same exact beanie. When asked about it, he doesn't really know how to answer but it is quite a story.

He attended a concert of yours. He was close to the stage which was just perfect. Of course, he brought friends with him. Friends that are fans as all.

Jeongin practically sang his heart out to every song. One of your more intense songs with a lot of energetic dances played. While dancing your beanie accidentally flew into the crowd. Luckily, Jeongin caught it.

The performance ended. You joked about the beanie flying off and asking if anyone caught it. Jeongins friends screamed in his direction bringing all the attention towards him.

A bright red paints on his face. The concert venue was dim. You hopefully couldn't see it. You laughed lightly noticing the shock in his face

"You know what. You can keep it"

Jeongin frantically shook his head insisting on you taking it back.

"Really, take it. You spent a whole ton of money just to see me sing and dance. It's the least I could do for such a cute fan"

Jeongin felt like passing out. One of his friends roughly shook him while the crowd screamed

He smiled at the thought, anytime he saw the piece of clothing. It was a wonderful experience. An experience he had to relive again.

◦•●◉✿♡✿◉●•◦

A/N: This has to have been the longest ass thing I've written so far. But I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Thanks soooo much for reading ♡♡

121 notes · View notes

loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

Text

The Babysitter (13)

Let's Go Home

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

The Babysitter Master list | General Master List

Chapter 13- W/c 3.4k

Tag list- @Natssluttt @cerberus-spectre @dorabledewdroop @bibliophilicbi @hopelesslyfallenninlove (Comment if you want to be added)

Let's Go Home

Sleep was cruelly torn away from you at the sound of a phone alarm blaring, the incessant noise not abating with its ridiculously joyful tune. Who could be that happy this early in the morning?

You groaned, burying your face into the soft, pillow-like object in front you, desperate to ignore the chiming phone and let sleep take over once more. A chuckle was all that you received in response, the body in front of you shaking at your moody state before moving their arm to slide the alarm off, granting your wish of stopping it.

"Good morning, Detka," came the soft whisper from Wanda, breaking the silence that replaced the annoying alarm. A reluctant and displeased groan was all she got in return, a smile playing on her lips as she gathered you were clearly not a morning person.

Snaking your arms around her, you continue to snuggle into what you discovered was her chest, letting out a pleased sigh at the warmth and comfort you found there. A mutter of, "Good morning," was muffled against her shirt, her arms wrapping around your shoulders to try and keep you close while enjoying the moment a little more.

"Come on Detka, we have to get up," she murmured lovingly into your hair, pressing a faint kiss there in encouragement. Another begrudging groan left your lips, tightening your arms around her waist while the tangle of legs became more present as you slotted a leg between hers to keep her there.

"Five more minutes," hot breath tickled her neck as you tilted your head up, eyes still tightly shut due to her comforting embrace lulling you back to sleep.

"We just had five more minutes, sweetheart," she sighed out with a smile, unable to stop her heart melting at the small pout that formed on your face. "If you get up now, I'll give you an extra kiss before you go to college," eyes immediately fluttered open at her words, a drowsy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "How does that sound, hm?" soft was the only way to describe her tone, her lips pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead, the warmth of her lips lingering.

"Make it an extra two," you mumble, an adorable giggle escaping her at your demand, your heart leaping in your chest as you wish to hear that noise again.

"Ok Detka, Ok," her lips press against your forehead once more before she starts to untangle herself from you, poking your sides to get you to move. "Come on or you'll get no kisses at all," you shoot her a pointed look, her daring you to try and challenge her. When she tilts her head at you, all disobedient thoughts fly out of your mind, immediately doing as she asks with a shy smile.

Around an hour later, you're both dressed and ready for the day, Wanda about to take the twins to school while you go to your dreaded college classes. You were to wait behind though, only until the twins were gone before you could leave as you both did not want them to know you stayed over last night.

"What time are your classes finished, Detka?" Wanda asks, checking she's gotten everything while you sit on the edge of her bed, messaging Natasha saying you'd be on your way to college soon.

"About 1:30?" your tone not too confident as you think off the top of your head, the older woman nodding before walking in between your legs, a charming, toothy grin on her face.

"Well, if you're free, you're welcome to come back here and keep me company," there's a playful and hopeful hint to her voice, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth as she awaits a response.

"Hmm, I'll have to think about it," you tease, both of you knowing that you planned to return here and help (distract) her while she works.

"Oh, do you?" biting your own lip to prevent the smile that wants to stretch across your face, you nod to her frivolous tone. "Would this help convince you?" her mouth lowers to yours, claiming your lips in such a soft and affectionate manner you can't comprehend the amount of care she's pouring into the kiss until it turns passionate. Hungrier.

Her hand cups your jaw, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before her teeth claim it, biting down gently and pulling it back, eventually releasing it so her lips can reclaim yours. She pulls back sooner than you would have wanted, your eyes that have gotten considerably darker, fluttering open to gaze into the pools of green that overflow with tenderness, flickering down to her smirk.

"Convinced?" she breathes out sultrily against your lips, the back of her fingers moving to brush over your cheeks as you're stuck in a daze, the last few seconds on repeat in your mind.

"Yeah," your voice barely above a whisper as you dumbfoundedly nod your head, offering a smile while her hands cradle your face.

"Oh, and feel free to sneak into my office," she adds, heat rushing to your cheeks at her suggestive tone.

Her lips peck yours once more, keeping her promise of two extra kisses, before she leaves the room, pausing at the door frame and waving you goodbye, calling for the boys to get in the car ready for school.

***

"And where were you last night?" is the first thing Natasha asks you, her eyebrow raising in her signature fashion as she leans against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. A smug and teasing smirk is engraved onto her face, already knowing the answer but she wants you to tell her.

"Nowhere," feigning innocence in your voice, you simply mirror her raised eyebrow and move to stand next to her, bumping her shoulder. "Where were you last night?"

"In my bed," you don't miss the way she emphasises the fact it was her bed, smiling to yourself as you remember falling asleep with Wanda in her bed.

"Alone?" you ask in riposte, her staying suspiciously quiet making your jaw drop.

"Shut up," she grumbles playfully, pushing her body off the wall and starting to walk to her class, you on her tail with a shit eating grin plastered on your face, an array of teasing comments filtering through your mind.

The rest of the day passed by in a breeze, you and Natasha taking turns teasing one another. You almost spat out your water in the cafeteria when she asked if you called Wanda mommy too, the entire scenario causing the redhead to burst out laughing, almost cackling when she saw the blush on your face.

Before you knew it, you were back on the doorstep of the Maximoff residence, knocking on the door and waiting to be let in. The door quickly opened, Wanda on the phone while offering an apologetic smile, letting you in before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and motioning she was going to go back to her office. You nod in understanding, moving through to the kitchen to find yourself a quick drink.

Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, you noticed a few dishes left in the sink and quickly washed them, wanting to help Wanda out, even if it was only a small action, before grabbing your freshly made tea and backpack, climbing up the stairs to reach her office.

Knocking quietly on the door, you poked your head through the small gap, seeing Wanda scribbling something down on a notepad and deciding to scare her. Concentration was key as you ever so gently placed down your mug on the side, opting to keep your backpack on as that would be too loud to take off while you cautiously stalked towards her. You waited until she had finished writing, the small sigh turning into a scream as you wrapped your arms around her suddenly, semi-shouting 'boo' to scare her.

"Shit," she relaxed immediately when she realised it was you, tilting her head back and glaring up at you, the action only fuelling your laughter. "That was mean," she mutters, burying your face at her neck to muffle your laughter.

"I'm sorry," you chuckle out, not really feeling that sorry as it was so funny. She continues to mutter something in Sokovian, you just laughing as you can assume she was swearing at you based on her tone.

"You can sit over there now," she points over to the chair at the other side of the room, as if you were a naughty child in need of punishment. Your eyes widen in shock and offence, her trying not to smile at your reaction. "No cuddles till I'm finished, sweetheart," her tone teasing as she has already finished, only wanting to play around you.

"What?" you say as you sit in the chair, Wanda taking note of how obedient you were, always aiming to please. "You're being mean today," you mutter, remembering how she also threatened no kisses this morning if you didn't get up. Taking pity on you, she laughed and beckoned you back over to her, a smile returning to your face.

"Well you're lucky I'm finished Detka," she whispers before pulling you into her arms, giving you a hug you so desperately craved. Melting into her embrace, you savoured her comfort for a few minutes before deciding to do some of your school work, Wanda starting a new work task while you studied.

It turns out, trying to do anything while Wanda was close by was near impossible, your eyes subconsciously always flickering up to gaze at her, sometimes even staring at her in admiration. Even though she knew you were watching her, Wanda made no effort to comment about it, secretly finding it adorable how you seem to get lost in thought while looking at her.

Eventually, you gave up trying to do Mr Stark's work, propping your head in your hands and blatantly staring at her, smiling when you realise she knows you're watching her work.

"Enjoying the show, sweetheart?" she murmurs while typing an email up, turning her head to face you when she's finished. You hum in response, tilting your head and offering her a beaming smile.

"You make adult life look so fun," you joke, earning a small chuckle as she sends another email, Wanda checking the time to see how long she has until she needs to pick the boys up from school.

After a few more minutes of silence you speak up, not too sure how Wanda will take what you're going to say. "I was thinking of going back home today," her head instantly snaps over to you, making you quickly finish your sentence, "Just to take a few more of my things out."

"Detka..." she trails off, hesitance and apprehension written all over her face. Gradually, she rises from her chair and walks over to you, thinking of the right words to say. "Is that a good idea?" your hands reach out for hers, interlocking your fingers in an attempt to ease her worries. "I just... I don't like the way she treats you sweetheart. I don't want you to get hurt," she brushes her thumbs over the back of your hand, pressing a brief kiss there as well before angling her head back up to meet your gaze.

"She should be at work right now," you inform, Wanda still uneasy about the whole ordeal. Since she met your mother last night, she would go as far as saying she despised the woman. Your mother had clearly said things to provoke you, to hurt you on purpose, making Wanda see red at the timid and pained expression on your face at your mother's words. She wanted to talk to you about what had happened last night but decided it wasn't the right time to discuss the relationship between you and your mother. "I'll be alright," your tone reassuring but the gut feeling inside of Wanda said otherwise.

"Can I come with you? I can drive us there," her tone pleading as she wanted to make sure you were alright, having plenty of time until she needed to pick the boys up and the perks of being the boss and deciding when she wanted to work.

"Yeah," part of you is grateful that she offered to join you, not really wanting to go alone.

***

"Are you sure about this Detka?" Wanda murmurs against the back of your hand after raising it to her lips, pressing a delicate and soothing kiss there to try and ease the tension building inside you, nerves and anxiety clear on your face as you look at the building you once called home. "We can come back another day if you want," she continues to whisper, keeping her eyes transfixed on the way your eyes roam around outside the car window.

"Yes," you whisper so quietly that Wanda has trouble hearing you, despite the close proximity. "I.. There's a few things I want to get," the volume of your voice only marginally increases but it's enough for the older woman to now hear.

The whole reason you were here was to retrieve a few old shirts from your cupboard, the whole idea sparked by the oversized shirt Wanda wore to bed last night. The loose black tee reminded you of the shirts your father gave to you when he no longer wanted them, always wearing them to bed when you were younger, giggling as they went past your knees until you sort of grew into them. They helped you feel closer to him after his passing and with the way your mother was currently treating you and the way she mentioned him yesterday, you couldn't help but desperately want to get them all of a sudden.

"What do you want to get, sweetheart?" the angelic voice next to you softly spoke, her fingers interlocked with yours as you finally tore your gaze away from the apartment building.

"Some old shirts that were my dad's," you mutter, a look of understanding washing over her face, not that you would notice due to your eyes being on the hand holding yours.

"Do you want me to help you get them?" she hesitantly asks, not sure if you just wanted this moment to yourself.

"No it's ok, I can get them myself," you say after thinking about her words, lifting your head to finally look at her. The amount of care and love present on her face almost overwhelms you, leaning forwards to gently claim her lips before pulling back and leaning your forehead against hers. "Thank you," the words leave your lips in a gentle whisper, lips pressing a brief kiss to her forehead before you climb out of her car, looking over your shoulder and sending her a smile while you walk into the building.

Anxiously playing with the key between your fingers, you hover by the door for a second once you reach it, contemplating whether this was actually a good idea. Your mind was made for you though when your neighbour's door opened, quickly letting yourself in before they saw you and decided to tell your mother you stopped by, not wanting her to know you were here.

Disgust was evident on your face when you looked around the apartment: empty alcohol bottles littered about the place, old takeaway bags and boxes piled up on the kitchen counters while the bins were overflowing, the smell creating a nauseous feeling to bubble inside of you. Due to the repulsive odour, you swiftly ventured around the apartment to your room, searching through your drawers to find the desired items.

Just as you were leaving your old room with a filled plastic bag of the shirts and other various items you decided you wanted, the front door opened leaving you frozen on the spot. Your eyes snapped over to the figure that entered the room, fear coursing through you at the angry expression on her face once she saw you.

"So it is that whore I saw yesterday waiting outside in a car," she gritted out, anger immediately replacing the dread at the horrid way she talked about Wanda. "Finally decided to come home?"

"Don't you dare call her that," you spat at the woman, your voice laced with venom. Your mother recoiled a little in shock at the tone of your voice, both of you surprised at the way you spoke to her as you never normally stood up for yourself.

"Don't you ever dare take that fucking tone with me again," she matched the hostility of your voice, smacking her fist on the side near her. When you flinched at the action she paused for a moment, looking at how you had a bag of clothes stuffed in a bag, assuming you were going back to Wanda's. "It won't last, you know?" she chuckled out, as if the whole thing humoured her, the big, massive joke of your life.

"What?"

"You and... her," She says, emphasising her dislike and disappointment in you with the mention of Wanda, her words hurting you like she intended. "Oh come on Y/n," she laughs when she sees the pained expression that flickered across your face, "You really thought it would last?"

Tearing your gaze to the floor, you don't see how she walks closer, letting her words echo around in your head when you know they shouldn't. One of her hands cup your cheek in a motherly way, tears brewing as you look into the eyes that once loved and cared deeply for you.

"Oh Y/n," she almost coos and you're stupid for thinking, even for a brief moment, that she was being genuine. "How could someone ever love you?"

"Please don't," you whisper, letting her fingers press into your face as her grip tightens, not caring if the tears were from her words or the pain caused by her hand.

"Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?" she mutters, your hands reaching up to try and pry her fingers off of your face. "What you did to this family?"

"It wasn't my fault," your tone shows the lack of confidence in your words, hands contrasting the weakness of your voice and throwing her arms off, pushing past her to prevent her from saying anymore.

"Where are you going?" her hand reaches out for you once more, grabbing your wrist and trying to turn you around. You let her turn you around and when you see her you just...snap.

"Just leave me the fuck alone!" you shout, taking her by surprise. "I get it, I'm a fuck up, I'm the worst daughter possible and you hate me," the words you've bottled up for so long spill from your lips. "I didn't kill him, the drunk driver did, so stop blaming me for that because it wasn't my fault!" Her mouth opens to interrupt you, most likely blame you once again but you cut her off, "If you hate me that fucking much then just leave me alone! Please...Just leave me alone," your voice cracks a little at the end with the amount of raw emotion you spoke with, wiping your eyes to rid the tears you can feel before grabbing the bag and leaving, your mother remaining frozen on the spot at your outburst.

Ignoring the sound of your name, you leave the building, Wanda immediately getting out of the car when she sees how upset and angry you look, pausing in her tracks when she sees the red mark on your face.

"Detka," she whispers, voice wavering as her fingers gently brush against the red skin, her eyes flickering between sadness and rage at your state. Your lip trembles as you look up at her, Wanda pressing a brief kiss to your forehead before pulling back and asking, "What room number?" You grab her hand and pull her closer, shaking your head at her determination to have her own word with your mother. "Sweetheart, what room is she in?"

"Don't go," you whisper out, vulnerability swirling in your eyes making hers soften, the vexation still coursing through her veins, "Please stay. Please don't leave me."

"I will Detka, I'll stay," she whispers, letting you snake your arms around her middle and bury your face at the crook of her neck, your favourite place of comfort and safety. "I'll never leave you, Detka," she coos and you just hold her that little bit tighter before she guides you to the car, "Come on sweetheart, let's go home."

Home.

192 notes · View notes

psychelis-new · 7 months

Text

pick a pile: "Your true colors - (6/7) Indigo"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read a message for you from the color indigo, the sixth of the 7 rainbow's colors. in this serie of readings about the rainbow's colors, I will try to channel about your true colors, so to help you look inside and see your most beautiful self, appreciate yourself more and hopefully provide some type of guidance if necessary. as cindy lauper would say: "your true colors are beautiful like a rainbow", so let's look at them and hear what they have to say to you and how they (you) can help you look at things in a more positive way.

indigo is the color of wisdom, intuition, spirituality, inner awareness, planning, fairness, power, vision, insight, dreams, perception (third eye chakra)... in this reading, I'll try to analyze this side of your character.

you can find the other colors' readings in the pacs list in my pinned post

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

- ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ -

1 2 3 - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ -

pile 1

You have a target, or you are moving towards a specific point in your life. You're not someone who gives up easily and honestly I think you're totally climbing up towards a higher knowledge, or your dreams, or an higher/more stable connection with your spirituality/above. I think it has mostly to do with your intuition not always being on point (or you feel/fear so). You may feel this path you're going through is filled with ups and downs but it's all part of the process, so try to stay balanced and accept all this. Accept that it won't always be smooth and there can be times in which you'll feel like you made no progress ever, even if you did. And there may be times in which your intuition may not be 100% and that's okay too. Understand that our energy may fluctuate for the most various reasons, and that's fine. Take a break and get back at it once you feel in touch with yourself again. Honestly, you have all the power you need to make your reality, you can get where you want, you can have a better connection with above too (for some of you, you may struggle getting in touch directly with your Guides or you want to get in touch with someone now in the 5d: you can. You can also ask for suggestions to readers if you need). Take time to look inside of you first. I do feel you can do it, even if you may have some doubts here and there or insecurities about what you're doing and even more if you can make it or it's possible for real. Honestly yes, it is possible for real. Practice more and also try more ways to connect with your inner self, so to be able to have better and clearer downloads in your life. Find ways to connect with the 5d/your Guides by experimenting: tarot/oracle cards (you can make your own decks at home with paper+pen), pendants (you can use one you own as a pendulum), one word notes you can pick through intuition, ask for angel numbers or specific signs/comfirmations (just don't overdo: learn to trust yourself too even if you fear your intuition being wrong... if it comes from within and you have no control over it, it's for a reason; it may carry another type of message, maybe even a message about healing a certain side of you so to be able to be more in tune with yourself and your inner guidance, but also with the guidance from above). Let go of the control (it just biases/blocks your intuition) and don't be afraid. Maybe you're trying to move fast somewhere, to reach an "ending point" or a result, as said in the beginning, but right now it's time to stand still and get better at listening (your Guides may be talking with you a lot, try to listen to them; you may get messages through words or music too, not just hear words in your mind). When we learn something (whatever it is), when we realize we can do something "easily", we try to rush it all to the end to owning that something asap, but that's not always the way to do things properly, the way to learn well. We need to stop here and there on our path and get better at something specific, we need to go slower and to really take time to understand even a little insignificant topic (you never know what is its importance in the future). Not stopping when it's time, not taking time to learn something (even if it takes us longer cause it's a tougher topic or subject, or it takes patience cause we feel like we're losing time on something "useless" like testing your intuition daily or something) may mean our result won't be as perfect as we'd like to. While at times, if you stop and enjoy the present, if you stop and focus on that little thing, you can even get a greater result. Do not rush things, go at your pace, respect yourself. You'll get where you want. Your intuition is part of you and you can get in touch with it anytime, just give yourself time to make it. You're pretty gifted, but gifts/talents at times also need to get polished through a bit of effort and patience.

song: freeze tag | terrace martin, robert glasper, 9th wonder, kamasi washintong, dinner party, phoelix; moonchild | rm

- ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ -

pile 2

Some of may be very aware of the spiritual world and all that's hidden, even of your spirituality in general. But I think there may be something you're not analysing (or learning) on purpose or you're getting away from it: not sure if it "scares" you (maybe also cause of some type of trauma) or you feel like you don't need that or just need a break. You're just putting a wall here anyway. Honestly for some, you may be even entirely blocking your spirituality: maybe you got told that you need to follow a certain dogma and you fear abandoning it or that you cannot leave it or mix it with other practices; or you fear certain subjects (e.g. "witchy" stuff -it's okay to fear what we don't know, but you can know more of it if you want... unless it triggers certain sides of you. If so, take care of you and heal those triggers if you can, even ask for help); or maybe you find it hard to believe, which is okay (it could be that you tried once but you felt like you got let down or something, and now trusting again has gotten tougher; it could be a religious trauma tbh). Still, you know you have a very good intuition, and it's like... it's telling you to move in a certain direction, to still live and move around spirituality (in fact you're also here reading, hi). Maybe you want to learn more, to trust, to dig more, but something is blocking you, like your mind, your past, your fears... Try healing this emotional wound you have. Try to talk about why you felt let down or why you feel like you cannot surpass this point you reached in your spirituality (I think whatever is your situation atm you can get further and you may feel it too). You can talk with others into spirituality or you can find online all the knowledge you need. Try to be more open about the chances, about different reasons of why something happened or not (it wasn't because of you), about what can go well despite all that has been. Spirituality is a very personal endeavour and ofc I cannot tell you exactly what to do. It needs to be natural, it needs to come from within you. But if you feel even a little push from inside that is willing to move you further into it, to discover something new, even just for pure knowledge/fun, listen to it. You never know what you can find. And it won't be something scary nor something you will regret. Time used for personal development (and learning about anything you want) is always time well used, even if you won't find an answer or what you're searching for. It may come to you another time anyway, when you're ready for it. For those who are already into spirituality but are needing to get away, get a pause: if you feel used and abused because of your abilities, learn to build boundaries. Sure, you are here to share your abilities but you need to take care of yourself too also in order to be able to give properly. You need to receive too, and give from the abundance you got. You're not needy for wanting to receive.

Close away from all the noise inside and outside. Find yourself again, focus on you. If someone is annoying you or draining you, tell them off: and if they get angry, it's their trauma speaking. It's not you. If it's a belief blocking you, try to understand why and maybe move away from it if you need or try to look at it in a different way. Find your peace, find your balance, find yourself again and listen to yourself and your intuition. You need to be more fair with yourself, regain and reassert your power. Find some peace of mind, stay in a silent/dark environment if you need and for as long as you need (I do feel you need as you may be stressed by too many words and emotions around, by what others expect you to do or you fear they want you to do -but your life is yours, and especially your inner world is only yours, you get to decide its rules), and focus on your breathing. It's okay. Sometimes we may get carried away, but it's important to be aware of that, take a break and regain control. You don't have to go (back) to spirituality/religion asap, it will always be there, no matter how many pauses you'll need to take. You get to decide everything here, you can, you have that power.

(if you are called also by pile 3, feel free to take a look)

song: go! | santigold ft. karen o; nights like this | kehlani ft. ty dolla $ign

- ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ - ’ -

pile 3

Pile 3, I think you may be able to get (and be more or less aware of this) important downloads from the 5d through your dreams. I think you may see stuff, get guidance, occasionally even get prophetic dreams (that you may consciously forget but live anyway irl -similar sensation of deja vus). I think you may be pretty connected with the spiritual world anyway. You probably can use clairs and are very intuitive especially at your best. I keep hearing "grounded" and I am not sure if you are already or you need to ground more, especially when it comes to your intuitive side. Maybe you lack some trust? (Reminds me me the Blue color reading tbh). Or maybe you fear something. Do these downloads kinda make you uncomfortable cause you feel like you cannot control them or are losing control onto something? It's okay, when you go through some spiritual awakening and it's sudden, it does get uncomfortable and scary. Take your time to grow acquainted with all this, and ask for suggestions to those who you think have been there already and can guide you through. I do think you can envision a lot, especially during meditation. And ofc maybe not all of you can really meditate for long or at all, but it may be worth to try and slowly get to it. You don't have to meditate for 10-20 mins from the start, you can start for 3 minutes and try daily, and once it gets easier you can move onto 5 mins and so on. It can be a slow process, we don't have to always rush things as we're taught since when we're born (honestly it's so toxic). But I do believe it could help you a lot in envisioning and planning better also your life and manifestations. And it could help you ground too, if you need. If you feel overwhelmed by infos/downloads and need some time off. Or if some of them aren't so clear at first. At times you may forget about the light you carry within or you would want to dim it out of fear, but you have it and it's a gift. Ofc I'm not here to tell you what to do: it's your life and if you feel like it's not something you can afford now (or at all), take your time/get away from it (if you'll ever want to get back, it will be there still). But one thing I can surely tell you is: do not be scared of it. It won't hurt you ever. Meditating could also help you find your inner light anytime you lose contact with it, and learn to use it to deal better and more boldly with all the darkness inside and what you cannot see (which at times may kinda block you and your intuition/connection to the spiritual world too -for those who actually would want to get more in touch but may feel kinda lost. But if not, use it for yourself at least, to help yourself dealing with your problems and fears). Meditating, could also mean doing some yoga exercises for example. If it's hard for you to stand still and envision stuff for a while without having your mind wandering around, you can start by focusing on slow movements of your body: it may help you focus on you again and be more aware or your inner side (inner awareness), and it may help you calm down and reconnect with your intuition too. Bring more love to you, also for all you've endured so far. There are many meditations and yoga series online, you can search for some (just go slow and let yourself guide you through which movements can be good for you and which not).

If you feel stuck in a rut, despite your soul is calling for you to move somewhere else, again meditating or finding any other way to ground yourself could totally help you re-balance any excess of emotions that may cloud your visions and also your downloads (or your understanding of those downloads: at times we may not fully grab them cause of our fears not letting us get the real meaning of what we're hearing or seeing, or not listening to any message to start with). You're powerful and strong btw, never forget it. Not even when things seem to be too crazy.

(if you're called also by pile 2, feel free to take a look)

song: my body is a cage | peter gabriel; amygdala | agust d

#pac #pick a photo #pick a pile #pick a card reading #pick a card #pick a card tarot #pick a picture #divination #clairs readings #psychic readings #colors readings #free tarot reading #tarot readings #tarot reading #intuitive readings #tarotcommunity #tarotblr

173 notes · View notes

gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

Note

Can you please please make a part 2 of the one of the first with kento 🥺 I NEED them to make up my heart can’t take angst. :(

So, I went ahead and combined these two asks because I assume they're talking about the same fic.

and while normally I'm not super big on part twos, we couldn't leave our lovers in such turmoil, now could we?

find pt.1 here!

Now Presenting...

Starring an absolutely desperate Kento Nanami

You felt dirty sitting on Satoru’s couch, but in the aftermath you had no idea where else to go. After you and Nanami broke up in that stupid fucking fight, you felt lost, but you knew you needed a place to stay. It felt wrong, partly because you knew Gojo had feelings for you, but mostly because you weren’t home. You couldn’t go home. Home told you to leave.

“Have you tried getting a hold of him yet?” Gojo asked, sitting next to you on the couch with two cups of tea, one the perfect way you liked it. You’d been staying with him for two weeks now, and in that time he managed to fall into tune with you as best as he could. Though it didn’t feel nearly as natural as it did with Kento, you appreciated his efforts.

“No.” You shook your head, looking down at your phone. He had been trying desperately to get ahold of you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to answer his calls. “I just…I can’t talk to him yet. He hurt me, I-”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” Gojo assured you. “I’m not here to tell you how to handle your break up. But, I will say..” He paused, trying to find the most empathetic way to put this. “He’s hurting too. I think he’s ready to try and make up.” You let out a defeated chuckle. Gojo really was an amazing friend. Despite his feelings for you, he never tried to make a move, and had in fact even been advocating for you guys to make up.

But, this wasn’t just a regular fight. Nanami broke up with you. How do you come back from that? “He’s the one that broke up with me.” You reminded your friend.

“Yea, and then he found his mind again, realized the total ass he made of himself, and wants to try and undo it.” You laughed a little at Gojos phrasing, but it hurt. Your smile felt like an open wound these days, begging for salt.

“Well then that sucks for him.”

“Ok, well then, when do you want to go and get your stuff from his apartment?” Gojo finally asked. “If you’re sure this relationship is dead, you might as well take it off life support, right?” you sighed. Gojo was right. If you weren’t going to take the initiative to try and get back together, might as well tie up the loose ends.

“Tomorrow.” You said with a harsh nod, as if that was what made it final. “Kento should be in the states now. I'll just leave my key on the bar.” You muttered. Gojo nodded and took a drink of his tea.

“Alright then. I can give you a ride tomorrow.”

💛💛💛

The air was thick as blood as you made your way to Nanami's house. You didn’t have any tears left in you to shed, so the sky wept for you. You and Gojo respected enough to keep the drive quiet. This was it. This was final. Once you remove yourself from his apartment…You’ll have no connection to Nanami left. That burden was more than an anchor on your soul, it was a fucking canon ball. Tearing you apart as it tore through you.

“Is that his Fucking car?!” You yelped as Nanami's apartment came into view and, yes, his car. “Isn’t he supposed to be in the states?!”

“He probably got a ride to the airport Y/n.” Gojo reminded you. Oh. Yea. that was actually really logical, who leaves their car at the airport for a month?

“Oh, right.” You muttered, embarrassment lacing your voice. Gojo parked next to Nanami's car.

“Want me to go in with you?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I just…I need some time to..say goodbye, I guess?” you muttered. Gojo nodded and patted your back softly.

“Let me know if you need me.” He muttered to you as you left the car, making your way up the stairs to say goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known. You slid your kid into the door and hesitated. This was it. This was the last time you’d ever do this. You took a deep, jagged breath, and opened the door.

Only to be met with the face of your ex, sitting at his bar, nursing a coke and whiskey at 9 am, looking like a deer in headlights as he stared at his opening door. You didn’t imagine you looked any better. You both sat there, staring at each other in a very loud silence. Both of you daring the other to break the tension somehow. It felt like someone had pressed pause on the movie of your life at the worst possible time, so, you decided to press play.

“I thought you were supposed to be in the states..” You muttered, stepping in and closing the door.

“I told them to give the job to someone else..” He felt so childish and stupid saying it. It really had been easy that whole time, and it was killing him. He’d thrown away his relationship over fucking nothing, like a fool. Like a fucking petulant child. “You were right..” He admitted.

The ease at which he was able to get out of the business trip sent another wave of red hot rage through you. You scoffed.

“Well, I’m just here to get my stuff, then I’ll go.” you huffed. Suddenly, Nanami was on his feet, reaching out to you in almost fear.

“No, don’t go.” He begged. “I-I never wanted you to go-”

“Then why did you tell me to leave?” You cut him off, more heat to your voice than you ever intended.

“Because I was frustrated, refusing to see your side and when I saw my side falter, I lashed out in the most childish way possible.” Of course, leave it to Kento Nanami to over analyze any interaction to cut down to the heart of it and articulate the problem with the confidence of a therapist.

“Yea, well…your words still hurt me!” You said, not having the articulation Nanami did when it came to emotions.

“I know, and I’m so, so sorry. I never should have let my feelings hurt yours.” Nanami said, slowly approaching you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, to kiss you like he’d never kissed before, to remind you just how much he loved you. But, he didn’t want to scare you away even more. You stood in his living room, crossing your arms and trying not to let him in. Why were you trying so hard not to let him in?

“I’m not going to apologize.” You muttered.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Nanami said, finally close enough to touch you. He gently placed his hands on your hips. “You just wanted me to be home..”

“I still want you to be home…” You muttered softly, letting him pull you closer.

“I want to be home…” He assured you, “And I want you to be home too…” he purred as he pulled you into his chest. For the first time in two weeks you felt warm and truly safe. Your heart burst out with rays of sunshine, and your soul called out to him in overwhelming ways. You gave into the undeniable pull that was Nanami, falling into a full hug and burying your face into his chest. You felt hot tears spring to your eyes as emotions overwhelmed you.

“Ken..” You muttered, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

“I missed you so much Y/n,” Nanami promised, showing he was thinking exactly what you were, as he pulled you into a kiss. Nothing had ever felt more right. Like the universe had finally corrected itself and righted its course. The world made sense again. Gravity held you down, earth revolved around the sun, and you loved Kento Nanami.

He pulled you closer, his warmth overwhelming you. He tasted like cinnamon whiskey, which was fitting because you swore you were getting drunk on his presence. Your body called out to Nanami, and he answered, his hands starting to wander down your body. The kiss was shifting from gentle to desperate quicker that you could fully keep up with. Your arms moved from around his waist to tangle into his hair.

“I love you Y/n” Nanami panted as he pulled away from the kiss, “I need you.”

“I need you too.” You confirmed. That was all Nanami needed to hear. He picked you up desperately, wasting no time in getting you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and immediately started to kiss you again. He needed to kiss you more than he needed to breathe. You kissed him back like it was the last thing keeping you grounded to this earth. You clung to him desperately, silently begging him to never let you go again.

His hands fumbled with the button of your jeans, ripping them and your underwear off you as quickly as possible. He needed you now. You quickly undid his belt and unzipped his slacks, needing him just as bad as he needed you. His hands slipped in between your legs, his fingers slipping in between your folds. The two of you hadn’t fallen out of sync. He massaged expert circles into your clit, earning him a sweet moan from you. God, he had heard nothing more beautiful in his life.

Two of his fingers managed to slip into your weeping pussy, and he actually chuckled a bit. “Did you miss me darling?” He teased, noticing how warm of a welcome your cunt gave him. You just moaned in response, focused on how the pleasure built up inside of you. You death gripped his shirt as the ecstasy began to grow overwhelming.

“Fuck Ken, please..” You moaned out as Nanami curled his fingers into you, massaging your overly sensitive g-spot. “I need you so bad..” Say no more. He finished what you had started, pushing his pants down enough to free his cock.

You moaned out his name as he pushed inside of you, a heat already building up inside of your stomach to let you know you weren’t going to last long. “Fuck, I missed you so much..” Nanami whimpered as he bottomed out into your warmth, your pussy drawing him in, welcoming him home. He spent more than a few nights these past two weeks fantasizing about this cunt, but there was no way in the world his fist could ever come close to the real deal.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered out, struggling at the brutal pace Nanami set. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to fuck you into a coma. You wouldn’t be all that mad if he did. Your body sang in elation to be rejoined with him, every nerve ending you had exploding in euphoria.

Nanami's lips connected with your neck, sucking a harsh mark there, followed by a rough kiss. “You’re mine, ok?” He growled in an uncharacteristically possessive way, one that sent butterflies straight to your cunt. “You’re mine.”

“Ok,” You moaned breathlessly, the heat building into an overwhelming crescendo.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“What?” your brain was not functioning at the level he currently demanded.

“Say. It.” He growled, punctuating every word with a particularly hard thrust to your cervix. You whined out in pleasure and pain.

“I’m yours!” You yelled, “I’m yours Kento, all yours and only yours!” You whined out.

“Atta girl,” Nanami purred, one of his hands slipping down to massage your clit, setting every inch of you on fire. You were running to the edge faster than the speed of light, and stopping at this point was impossible.

“K-Ken, I’m-!” Which is as far as you got before you flew over the edge, squirting all over your lover, his cock buried deep inside of you. Nanami fucked your fluttering pussy, losing himself in everything you. He wasn't far behind you, cumming into your cervix just as you were coming down from your own high, a string of curses and praise falling from his lips.

Nanami narrowly avoided collapsing on you, pulling out managing to fall next to you instead. He wasted no time in pulling you into his arms though. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

“I love you…” he whispered softly.

“I love you too…” you whispered back. A knock on the door startled you both, you letting out a yelp while Nanami pulled you into a protective grip.

“So are you guys back together now, or what?” Gojo asked from the other side of the door.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x reader smut #pussy drunk nanami #nanami angst #nanami x reader angst #fluff if ya squint #nanami kento smut

548 notes · View notes

chiscribbs · 9 months

Text

Here's some more concept art for that turtle knights AU I mentioned a few weeks ago. The AU itself doesn't have an official name yet (working on it), but the plot is going to be basically like...something between Princess Tutu and Shrek?? Kinda??? I'll give more details in an upcoming post, lol. At the moment, just enjoy the designs.

About the images: I did not know much about medieval plate armor going into this, so I had to do quite a bit of research to get a better idea of how I wanted them to look (and also to prevent their designs from being too similar to one another). One of the things I was most conscious of when making these was the characters' shape language. The shape language in Rise is - *chef's kiss* - SO good, I've always loved how each of the turtles has a primary shape that's clearly present in multiple elements of their design (i.e. triangles for Leo, squares for Raph, circles for Mikey, and rectangles/cylinders for Donnie). I tried to carry that over into the helmet and armor designs so that they'd be recognizable even in full body armor, hopefully it was successful.

Second image is me trying to work out what I want their helmets to look like, as well as figuring out how they might emote while wearing them. Because obviously, real helmets don't reveal the wearer's facial expressions, but that looks incredibly boring and static, and I want people to be able to tell what the characters are thinking lol. Raph's gave me the hardest time, I'm still not totally sold on his, but the other 3 I'm pretty happy with!

I also updated their weapons of choice: Raph now has a mace/morning star, Mikey has a sling, Donnie is using a war scythe, and Leo's carrying the classic arming sword that medieval knights are often depicted with.

More to come soon - stay tuned!

279 notes · View notes

arcanekai · 4 months

Text

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Aether X gn! Reader

---------------

cn | friends to lovers; reader has a brother; reader and Aether are a bit dense

Word count | 2.5k

an | Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you are spending this season with loved ones! And have a Happy New Year!

---------------

The city of Monstadt was bustling with life as you walked down the street, humming a popular Christmas tune. You had just finished buying your brother's Christmas gift and were now doing a bit of window shopping. The decorations adoring every store reminded you of just what needed to be done before the fated family gathering happening on Christmas day. You still had to decorate the tree, make cookies, and buy an ugly sweater for the day. Not to mention, you need to prepare yourself for the onslaught of questions your relatives have for you and your love life. With a sign, you turn away from the store window and continue your journey down the street. As you turn the corner, you bump into something very sturdy. The impact made you stumble back a bit causing your foot to slip on the curb. Now falling backwards toward the pavement, you flail your arms to try and balance yourself only for someone's hand to grab your wrist and pull you to safety.

“Are you okay?”

You look up to see golden orbs gazing at you with worry.

“Aether? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Sumeru on vacation with Lumine?”

“Ha, I'll answer your question later. You still haven't answered mine.” Aether said with a small smile.

“Oh right, I'm fine,” you say as you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment, “my ankle hurts a little from the initial fall, but nothing life threatening.”

“That's good to hear, but maybe we should go to the hospital just in case. I can carry you on my back if you'd like?”

“There's no need for that! It's just a small sprain and I can walk just fine!” You shake your head and wave your hands in front of your face as a way to distract him from seeing the growing blush on your cheeks. “Besides, you still haven't answered my questions!”

“Alright, fine.” Aether replies a little defeated. “Lumine got snowed in at university and is still stuck there. We canceled our plans and decided to celebrate Christmas separately. As for why I am here currently, I'm buying presents.” He holds up the bag slightly with a sympathetic smile.

“You're spending Christmas by yourself? How about you spend Christmas with me and my family? I'm sure they wouldn't mind having you around, I mean you’re practically family at this point.”

Aether's eyes sadden at your last statement. Although he is happy you see him as family, he wished for something more. Something less familial and more romantic. Did you really not notice the huge crush he harbors for you? All those times in high school when he brought you somewhere secluded, just the two of you, only to be interrupted by one of your friends calling you. Or during college when he was the only one taking care of you when you were sick. His friends, as well as yours, caught on to his feelings for you and gave him multiple opportunities to confess to you, however, he was a coward. So, here he is, on the sidewalk of a busy street, talking to his best friend. Only his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

“I mean if that's okay with you and your family. I don't want to intrude on your family time.” Aether said shyly.

“Nonsense! Besides, having you there means I get to avoid my nosy relatives who are only interested in my non-existent love life.” You say excitedly while nudging Aether's arm with your elbow. “*gasp* We can have matching sweaters! Come on, we have to get them now!”

You grab Aether by the arm and pull him toward the clothing stores, talking his ear off about everything you guys can do together before the day. Perhaps staying as friends has its benefits.

---------------

Standing in the living room was Aether and a very decorated Christmas tree. As you emerge from your kitchen with a tray of hot chocolate, you see Aether tilt his head to the side before placing another ornament on the tree.

His hair was in his signature braid and he was wearing the white scarf you had gifted him on his birthday years ago. It was nice knowing he cherished the gift so much, but it was also concerning with how much he wore it. Which is why your Christmas present for Aether is a new scarf, white with gold accents, along with some other things and a long overdue love letter. There were multiple times in high school where you were going to put it in his locker, but the amount of love letters he got from others was disheartening. During college you had gathered enough courage to ask him out on a date only for it to turn into a group hangout instead. Just a couple of days earlier, you were planning to leave it in his mailbox while he was on vacation, but that didn't happen. However, today is different. Today is the day that you are going to confess. You steeled yourself the day prior because you were determined to get your feelings across on matter what. Your brother had hyped you up and supported you all these years, so now was your chance to show the rest of your relatives why you waited so long to get a boyfriend. Aether was the only one for you and you know that once they met him, they will finally understand.

As you were giving yourself a pep talk in your head, Aether hears something ringing. At first he checks his phone, but soon finds the cause of the noise. Sitting on the couch cushion was your phone, playing your signature ringtone. Aether could help but smile at the fact that you haven't changed it since high school, but curiosity took over as he looked at the screen.

William. Who the heck is William?! Alright, calm down Aether, this is probably a misunderstanding. Didn't they say that they have a “non-existent love life”? It's probably not their significant other unlike all those scenarios in movies. Besides, it's not like it's the end of the world if they have other friends they hang out with.

As Aether was about to tell you your phone was ringing, you quickly put down the tray and rushed to pick it up. A little too eager for Aether's liking.

“Hello? Hey, I haven't heard from you in awhile, what's up? Oh, okay that's fine with me. Feel free to drop by anytime. I should be home. Alright, okay see you later, bye!”

As Aether stood awkwardly in your living room, trying to pretend he didn't hear anything, it was hard not to imagine this “William” as someone very important to you if you were just letting him come over whenever. It irked Aether that you weren't saying anything about it either, like it was totally normal to invite someone over without asking your other guest if it was alright. So, instead of pushing you for information, Aether decided that it would be best to just leave you alone with this “William”. Seeing that the tree was basically finished, Aether turned to you and gave you a forced smile.

“Hey, I'm going to head out now if that's alright. Lumine has been messaging me nonstop and probably wants me to call her.”

Without hearing your response, Aether grabs his coat off the couch, strides to your front door, puts on his boots and leaves.

“Okay, bye.” You say softly as the door closes, looking down at the two mugs of untouched hot chocolate.

You place the tray on the coffee table and sit on the couch, elbows resting on your knees while your hands hold up your head. You let out a somber sigh before leaning back and covering your face with your hands, letting out a groan.

What happened?

---------------

A couple of hours later, you opened the door for William. However, instead of being met with your usual smiling face, he sees you frowning. Coming inside the house and taking off his coat and boots, William looks at you expectantly.

“Hey, what's wrong? Where's Aether?”

Unable to speak, your bottom lip trembles, and tears start pouring out of your eyes. Your brother embraces you as you cry into his shirt, thoroughly soaking it.

“I know you're sad right now, but I need you to tell me what's wrong so I can help you.”

He plants you onto the couch before heading to the TV stand, grabbing the tissue box, and sitting next to you.

You sniffle your way into telling him the events that lead up to this point and you expect him to be angry. Instead, you are met with a loud stomach laugh.

“I know it's wrong for me to be laughing, but you're an idiot sometimes you know that?”

You let out an offended gasp at his comment before he starts to speak again.

“The reason why Aether left in such a rush wasn't because of Lumine. It's because he was jealous and heartbroken. Your action leading up to the phone call is probably what tipped him off at first, making him jealous, while your vague responses to me asking to drop off presents made it seem like you were inviting a significant other over. The only person you have to blame is your own stupidity for not telling him that it was just me, your brother, coming over for a short period of time.”

You grab one of the pillows sitting on the couch and bury your face in it, letting out a muffled scream. Your brother just pats you back as you wallow in your ignorance.

“You know that it's not too late to continue with your plan. All you have to do is tell him the truth.”

You finally lift your head off from the pillow and look at your phone, sitting on the coffee table. Determination evident in your eyes as you pick up your phone and call Aether, waiting for him to pick up.

Only for it to go to voicemail.

You quickly hang up and call again, knowing full well that Aether isn't busy.

You tried calling him seven times before giving up and throwing your phone down on the couch in frustration.

Your brother is still present to witness your little outburst of mixed emotions before suggesting a different tactic.

You put on your winter coat and shove your boots on before grabbing your keys. You rush out the door yelling thank you to your brother, almost slipping on ice as you sprint down the street toward Aether’s apartment.

---------------

Aether feels like an idiot and an asshole after hearing you explain everything. How William is actually your brother that he has known as Liam for the same amount of years he has known you. How his overthinking led him to make the wrong decision. How he thought lying to you would make things seem like nothing was wrong. He felt terrible. He ignored your calls because he was sad and yet here you are, in his apartment, out of breath with slightly puffy eyes.

He made you cry. Now he felt even worse.

“I'm sorry for bailing on you. It wasn't right for me to lie to your face like that because of my mixed emotions at the time.”

“So are we still friends?” You say hopefully.

“Yeah,” He replies with a nod and a smile, “but that's not the complete truth either.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“I want to be more than friends…. I like you.”

Your eyes widen at this new information.

He likes me? All this time, I was fretting over being rejected when Aether was probably going through the same thing.

Realizing that you still haven't replied to him, you quickly blurt out,

“I like you too!”

A sigh of relief escapes Aether's lips.

“How about we change our movie night into a date instead. We could go ice skating, but only if you're interested.”

“I'd love to.” smiling widely as you reply.

“Oh, one last thing. You can say no if you're uncomfortable with it, but can I kiss you?”.

He was using his puppy dog eyes at you. How could you possibly refuse?

You give him a nod and he slowly leans his body toward you. Reaching his hand out to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth of his palm against it as your blush grows. He starts to inch his face closer to yours until his nose is almost touching yours. You feel his breath on your skin and can tell he is nervous with how his lips tremble slightly. Finally, Aether tilts his head, and closes the gap between the two of you.

His lips are soft against your own and meld perfectly with yours. You don't separate until you are out of breath, slightly gasping for air, only for you to reconnect your lips with his again. You feel his other hand travel down to your waist to pull you closer.

When you two finally separate, Aether gets up from his couch and holds out hand. You gladly put your hand in his and he pulls you up into his chest, using his other hand on your hip to keep you in place. He then peppers your cheek with quick kisses in which you giggle at his sudden affection, but don't stop him.

After getting his fill, he takes you to the door and helps you into your coat and boots like a gentleman.

He links your hands with his once more and you both head out the door not as friends, but lovers.

---------------

Bonus

You were currently cuddled up to Aether on your shared couch while watching some Christmas movies. Your head was resting on Aether's chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, arms around his waist with a fleece blanket draped over both of your legs. As you were enjoying Aether's warm embrace, you can't help but remember a fond memory and let out a small chuckle.

“What are you thinking about that's so funny?” Aether asked with a small smile while poking your forehead.

“Just thinking about the time when we had that flour fight and how your whole face was covered. Your expression made you look like you had a pie thrown at you.”

“Haha, very funny. But let's not forget the fact that you had an egg yolk running down your head.”

“And whose fault is that, hm?”

“You were the one who initiated the fight. I was just finishing it.” He said with a smug smile. You give him an unamused look and his face softens, “Time sure does fly, huh.”

“That's because I get to spend everyday with you.” you say while looking up at Aether's face with a loving gaze.

“That's so cheesy,” He says with a laugh while rolling his eyes, “but I wouldn't have put it any better myself.”

Planting a kiss on your forehead, his arm around your waist pulls you closer to him and he intertwines his hand with yours, feeling the ring on your finger.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---------------

an | Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed your stay here!

#genshin impact #aether #genshin impact x you #aether x reader #aether x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #aether x y/n #modern au #christmas #genshin oneshots

57 notes · View notes

hethuisxdashausxhouseofxanubis · 13 days

Text

4 Years HHAtranslated

It's 15 April 2024, which means HHAtranslated turns 4 years old today 🫶🏼🥹

When I thought of starting this account pre-covid, I never expected it would turn into this. During lockdown, I had so much time and the nostalgia and my love for Anubis helped me through so much over the years.

So many accounts on Instagram, Tumblr and Twitter talk about this universe and it makes me so happy!

As there are four series and this is the fourth anniversary, I'd like to express my gratitude for each show.

Het Huis Anubis:

* HHA raised me as a kid and helped me through my struggles as a teen and now in my twenties

* Seeing the cast IRL in December was a dream come true and I still can't believe it happened 🥹

* I can't wait to see the EMDV vodcast of Anjali and Iris! They're teasing the date of the first episode online atm. I can't wait to unravel new truths 🤩

The Five of the Magical Sword:

* Such an overhated and underrated show in Belgium and the Netherlands, that I was scared to sub it. I'm glad I did, because international fans took Sterre, Pim, Marcel, Raphael and Anastacia into their hearts and didn't let them go 🫶🏼

* I also learned to appreciate the show a lot more

* I hope they've a reunion too

House of Anubis:

* HHA and HOA fans often butt heads and it's not necessary at all!

* Both shows are absolutely amazing

* HOA took the key elements of HHA and made it their own and I adore what they did with it. Some characters might have a different arc, but it makes them their own person and I love discovering the differences

* I need to rewatch the masterpiece that's season 3!

Das Haus Anubis:

* For some reason, DHA makes me hella nostalgic while I only discovered it in 2019

* The same sets and scripts make for fun comparisons and while DHA is a lower budget show, it's so much fun

* I love to watch DHA episode/day wise and I've rewatched it like that already often

* The cast is so involved still and it makes me very happy!

The future of HHAtranslated:

* Once I find an editing programme again, I'd love to sub the S100 Singalong Anubis concert, BTS of HHA/The Five and the discography

* I'd love to sub Das Haus Anubis someday🫶🏼

Now:

My main project for 2024 is the 9 Het Huis Anubis novels, based on the TV series and the movies.

The books are in third person, but follow Nienke's pov, throughout her stay at Anubis House. Some scenes are way more graphic than in the series, like Nienke and Noa's kidnapping.

The romance is also more present and we get new scenes which make Nienke's decisions more logical, like how she ended up in Anubis house with the grail mid-season 2.

I'm starting of with book 1: The Secret Club of the Old Willow

I'll try to upload frequently. I've less time as I work fulltime and live with my boyfriend, compared to university and living at my parents' years ago. A new blogpost will be created on my website, with links to the chapters, published in a Google Drive doc.

English isn't my first language so there will be mistakes. However, I hope to do the books justice like I hope I did the show.

Teasers to the books and chapter 1 will be posted soon. Stay tuned ❤️

#het huis anubis #das haus anubis #house of anubis #de vijf van het magische zwaard

28 notes · View notes

dreamingcloudie · 1 year

Note

Helloooo for the 100+ follower special could you write 8 13 and 15 for Dottore please? Thank you <3

✨️Amidst The Snow, A Flower Bloomed✨️

✎ ❛❛ Why would I ask for something else when I can have you? ❜❜

Prompts:

#8 - "I already have you, my greatest present."

#13 - "I don't need any gifts."

#15 - "I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you."

Pairings(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None!

wc: ~1.6k

Notes: omg I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting 😭 It's already WAY past Christmas :')

I honestly have no idea if it I made the right choice to try something new for this fic while my mind was hazy 💀 I was hesitant to post this but I didn't want to discard something I worked hours on either. It felt like it gradually becomes a mess, my apologies. I'm still learning :')

P.s: If you want to, please feel free to send in another ask, I'll make it up to you with hopefully a better one 🥲

How do you grow a flower?

For a seed to grow into a stem, it needs to be coated in nutritious soil; for a stem to grow supple leaves, it needs to be watered daily; for sepals to release the caged delicate petals, it needs to bask in the warmth of the sun.

But how can one bloom all of the way, when it was buried deep amidst the baneful snow?

He, a man of enigma who scorned the skies, pledged to the Tsaritsa was his words to topple the heavens. A cruel harbinger who was known for his immoral ideology to create a mortal greater than the gods, naturally, none would dare to approach him.

But then you appeared.

You, so captivating, so vibrant, so full of colors and bright. Day by day, you’d unknowingly smitten him with your boisterous self. The way you’d laugh when he spilled coffee all over him; the way your brows would furrow in concentration as you worked on the task he gave you; the way your face would lit up when he brought up a topic you liked.

Just like a flower craved for the sun. He craved for you.

He was frustrated, his mind was constantly thinking of you. Only you.

Just what have you done to him? Did you plant a parasite in his brain without him knowing? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out what this anomaly was that plagued his mind.

In the sea full of Fatui staff who attended the annual banquet in celebration of Christmas, he couldn’t help but the sight of you laughing and talking with one of the other harbingers—Pantalone, left a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand that was gripping a glass of wine subconsciously tightened when the ninth landed a kiss on the back of your hand.

He was eventually broken out of his trance when his heart skipped a beat as a voice he knew all too well spoke.

“Hey, you okay?”

You were just talking to Lord Pantalone about how he was going to go bankrupt if your boss kept on asking him for more funds when out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dottore was stiff, his hand shaking ever so slightly. So, as his loyal assistant, you decided to go check on him and excuse yourself from Pantalone.

Now you stood before his very eyes, they automatically moved up and down to take in your form. Oh how enthralling you looked, your Fatui uniform didn’t do you any justice. Thankfully, he had his mask on so you couldn’t see what he was doing.

After a few seconds of him staying silent, he managed to compose himself and gave you his infamous smirk.

“Why of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, Doctor. You just seem… tense today,” you told him.

Ah, he didn’t think you’d notice. Then again, you were the only assistant who could keep up with him.

“Well, I suppose I’m not used to being in a venue filled with so many people,” he said, twirling the wine glass.

You were skeptical, but given that he was your superior, you didn’t question him.

"Let's move to the balcony then," you suggested.

And he nodded, giving you his approval.

As the two of you navigated through the doors that lead to a balcony, the muffled sound of music coming from the ball room turned into a softer tune.

Looking back at Dottore, you extended your hand to him and asked, "Shall we?"

You? Asking him to dance with you?

His breath hitched at your invitation.

Why were you making him feel like this?

He was taking too long to reply and you were eager to have this dance with him, so you put yourselves into a waltz position, without waiting for him.

"My, what a bold move. Since when were you the one to make decisions?" He said, trying to distract himself from how warm his face has gotten at the close proximity shared between you two. Even with his mask on, he was almost certain you could see it too.

"Well, Doctor, you've been working a lot lately and your shoulders are still tense. So I thought a little dance would help you lose up a little." You replied, putting one of your hands on his shoulder.

"Still, it was my call to make." Despite saying that, he didn't move his hand that was placed around your waist.

There the both of you swayed gently to the music. As you started at each other, it felt as if you were in a fairytale. With only the moon as your audiance and spolight, the charming prince and an elegant royalty danced to their heart's content.

He didn't even care about the pain that sent through his foot when you accidentally stepped on it, muttering an apology and smiling at him.

That smile... that darn smile that his mind wouldn't stop thinking of. How would it feel to wake up to that sight every morning?

Oh, what a foreign feeling it was.

He hated it. He hated that he loved it. He hated that he loved you.

Love...

So that's what it was.

Of all the feelings he could've felt, it had to be the one he had the least knowledge of. But it made him feel so warm. A warmth that he was addicted to.

As the two of you danced, you'd notice how his smirk turned into a content smile.

What was he thinking? You wondered.

"You're someone who's not fond of holidays, but here you are enjoying yourself," you teased.

"You're absolutely correct." He chuckled.

"I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you." He blurted out without thinking.

Upon hearing what he just said, the both of you froze.

Did… did he…?

He coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I…pardon, I—"

"Dottore, do you really mean what you said?"

Were you mad at him? He wouldn't doubt it if you were, who would want to love someone who was insane like him?

But his worries slowly melted away when you placed your hand on his cheek. Not once did you rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to say something. Anything.

And finally, he spoke.

"Of course."

It was now or never.

He took both of your hands with his and brought it to his chest. You could feel just how fast his heart was beating.

"Of course I mean it, (Y/n), you make me feel… indescribable feelings. As much as I hate to admit it, I am unable to deduce as to why I feel this way. However, one thing I do know is that your existence simply entranced me and that I… I love you," he confessed, bringing your hands up to meet his lips.

"So, how would you like to do a little experiment with me? To explore these new feelings with me? Together?"

You were baffled, never in your wildest dreams would you ever thought he'd feel this way.

That he'd feel the same.

You were worried that your feelings for him would be unrequited. But here he was, a man you thought devoid of love, was standing right before you. Asking you to be his.

His stomach was starting to twist and turn at your lack of response, but it all ceased when you lifted his mask up enough to lean in and connect your lips with his.

His lips were softer than it looked, you thought. As you pulled away, you could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks and a silly grin made its way to your face.

"I will take that you accepted my proposal then."

Before you was also a smiling Doctor, showing off his pointy teeth that you oh so adored as you giggled.

"Oh right! I almost forgot," you exclaimed, rummaging through your pocket.

To your horror, you weren't able to find what you were looking for.

"Oh, no, no no." You were starting to panic now. Where was it?!

Facing Dottore once more, he could see you furrowed your eyebrows, your lips turned upside down. He was confused, however, as to why you were down.

“What's the matter, dear?”

“Since it was Christmas, I’ve prepared a present for you. But it looks like I’ve forgotten to bring it due to how busy I've been lately,” you explained. And you were looking forward to see his reaction too...

A present? Why would he want some objects that held no value to him when you finally became his? And what more could he ask for when you’ve already given him so much?

He was once buried beneath the snow, but then you emerged from the horizons. With tenderness as your shovel, you dug your way through layers and layers of snow. And him, was the forlorn seed you found.

You, the radiant sun that shined the brightest in his sky. You, the inferno that melted the snow around him. You, the shield that protected him from harsh winds.

Haven't you done so much for him already?

Placing both of his hands on your cheeks.

“I don’t need any gifts.” He said, softly stroking your face.

“Do you know why?” Taking his mask off, he leaned his forehead against yours as you lost yourself in his mesmerizing crimson irises.

“I already have you, my greatest present.”

With your tender care, up until this moment, a seed that everyone thought was fated to wilt in the snow.

Now, was a flower that finally bloomed.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui harbinger #fatui #fatui harbinger x reader #✨️-[100Specials]-✨️

179 notes · View notes

icee133 · 8 days

Text

Hello! This is part nine of the Marionette series! Wanted to let you guys know I won't be able to post next week due to some testing I have to do, but I'll try to make up for it the following week! Hope you guys like this part. Sorry for any writing errors.

If you would like to be added to taglist let me know!

The Marionette

Masterlist, Part Nine 🤍

Word count for this part: 1752. Enjoy!👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made.

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Nette and Lucifer had ended the night on a rather high note despite the thing with the now fallen winner. They had bid each other goodnight after a bit more teasing and laughing about their new nicknames for each other. Nette had gone to bed smiling, forgetting a bit about the huge issue that was the first man.

Nette woke up and immediately felt a tension in the air. She quickly shot up out of bed and got dressed. Trying to hurry out of her room and down the stairs she forgot her ability to quite literally open portals. She had thrown her hair up in a ponytail and was trying to tie her bow tie on her way down the stairs. She glanced in the mirror that was at the top of the stairs, straightening herself out to be presentable when she heard the very loud voices coming from the main room. When she reached the final step she heard glass shatter in the main room, then one of her boys voices. Slightly picking up her pace she entered the room to see Adam standing in front of her 3 sons seemingly picking a fight with them. While poor Charlie tried to stand between them repeatedly telling Adam he was still injured and to not make any stupid decisions. Nette knew she had to get involved quickly before this escalated more. She quickly did a scan of the room to see who all was there. Only seeing her 3 boys, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, and Lucifer. “What in the literal hell are the 4 of you doing?” Her 3 boys whipped their heads towards her and the room fell silent. “Charlie. What part of this needs to remain on the ‘down low’ did you not understand? And you-“ Nette turned to look at her boys “you 3 need to sit the fuck down and be quiet. I know the hard feelings you have but you need to understand what is at stake right now. We don’t need all of hell knowing the asshole is here or shit will get ugly. So shut up and sit down” Nette’s voice had dropped back to the tone she had used the first day she had arrived at the hotel, and Lucifer found himself thinking it was rather interesting how easily her voice did. Then thinking how she never used that tone with him.

Nette turned to Charlie again hoping she would explain herself about the matter when Adam suddenly interrupted. “Who the fuck are you bitch, and what makes you think you can come in here like this and interrupt me?” ‘You can call me Marionette, or Nette whichever doesn’t matter right now. I’m an overlord of hell and the mother of those 3. Now if you wouldn’t mind shutting up so the whole fucking pride ring doesn’t hear your unnecessary yapping that would be fan-fucking-tastic” she said while smiling. Adam’s face turned red almost with a new found rage at the fact this women who was absolutely tiny just spoke to him as though he was nothing. He got right up in her face and started yelling at the overlord. “Do you know who I am? I’m Adam the first fucking man, I started everything on earth, who are you to speak to me li-“ Nette snapped her fingers and Adam suddenly stopped talking. Charlie had tried to shove herself between the 2 of them to prevent any casualties or further injuries to the first man (Despite how much he pissed her off at the very fact he was still being a complete dickwad complete;y ignoring his position at this point in time) when she realized he had stopped talking. She quickly turned to look at him realizing there was a stitch pattern across his mouth with a blue colored string. “Nette what the hell you can’t just do that!” She yelled at the overlord. “I gave him a chance Charlie, but you need to understand he isn’t one who is going to listen to anything, especially not reason. Trusting him be quiet and not run his mouth every fucking chance he gets is a mistake.” Nette said to her.

She looked back at the first man before saying “When you earn it you can speak for now all you need to do is listen. Yes we know who you are Adam and that’s the problem. See you were an Angel until- well to be honest we don’t know exactly when you ended up like this but oh well. Anyways you are a sinner now. You are no longer an Angel and that is a big problem. All things considered this is the worst thing that could possibly have happened at this point in time. You being here proves only one thing. That human souls in heaven can fall and become sinners. The exact opposite of what we needed to prove. You being here also puts a large target on the hotel if it gets out. A lot of people down here will want you dead. Like fully dead. The way the exorcists did to many souls down here, and they won’t be gentle or nice about it either. Unfortunately this means you are going to have to stay hidden in the hotel. No leaving, no texting, and no yelling out your name like you did before. Your existence here puts everything in jeopardy. Not only the hotel but your life and ours.” Nette had changed her tone to a less condescending one while speaking to the male. He seemed to understand the importance of the situation, and wanted to say something about it but with the string still stitched across his face he simply couldn’t.

Charlie was looking at the overlord in front of her as she spoke. She had come to realize the fact that she was very good with words. Always finding ways to say things so they could be understood well. Especially important things. “Can you take the string off so he can talk?” She asked the overlord. Nette looked at her then turned her gaze to her father who was sitting looking directly back at her. She nodded before snapping her fingers again allowing the string to dissipate. Adam spoke “How did this happen? How long has it been since the extermination? Why am I even here?” Charlie saw the sad look in his eyes. A stark contrast to the arrogance that was dripping from his voice earlier. She hesitantly said “we don’t know. Me and Vaggie were trying to figure that out while we were caring for your wounds last night, but didn’t find anything of importance. It’s been months since the extermination, and we only found you yesterday. Where did you go? Where have you been? And how did we find you now with the injuries you sustained back then? None of this makes any sense.” Lucifer spoke for the first time since Nette had been there “I’m not sure what happened, but we know for sure you were killed with an angelic blade. So you shouldn’t have been able to come back. This information is unarguably the one that confuses me the most. But this and Everything else can be dealt with in due time. For now we have preparations to work on for the talk with heaven.” He had addressed Nette when he spoke about the preparations for heaven. Hoping she would get the point that he was excusing himself from this, but had wanted to talk to her when she was finished. Nette caught on quickly before saying “yes we will work on that. Give me a minute and I’ll meet you in your office.” Lucifer nodded before excusing himself from the room. Nette turned back towards her boys “you 3 need to behave. I understand your distaste for the situation, but unfortunately there’s nothing we can do. You are to listen to what the princess of hell says, and this was her decision. I’m sure you want to kill him for what happened, but I don’t even know what that would do considering it didn’t quite work when nifty did it. For now just… BE CIVIL” all 3 of the boys grumbled under their breaths about it but had been present for the duration of the prior conversation. So while they didn’t like it, they knew it had to be dealt with.

“Charlie… we need to figure out where he went and what happened after the extermination. Try to see if you can’t figure anything out. Perhaps talking to a few of the sins or even the goetia may provide some answers? For now I’m going to work with your father about speaking to heaven. Hopefully all goes well.” Charlie lit up “Of course! Me and Vaggie will look in the library at the castle and see if there is any more information there, and if not we will probably speak to Asmodeus or Belphegor to see if they have any ideas on the matter. Of course, we won’t say too much. Just enough to get what we need if they have it.” She pulled Vaggie into her side before leaving quickly to get started. “Angel, Husk, Cherri, you can come into the room. I know you 3 were listening in.” Nette said pointedly at the entrance to the kitchen. Angel slowly peeled out from behind the wall looking at Nette carefully. “Listen, I need you guys to watch him.” She gestured to the first man. “The 6 of you should be able to handle that while we get the information we need. Just make sure he doesn’t leave- not that he will, but still- and try to be nice. Don’t blow up the hotel or you’ll be answering to 2 very pissed off fallen Angels and the princess of hell. Understand?” A chorus of “yes” rang out in the room. Nette looked at Adam before taking a few steps towards him before summoning a blue string. She grabbed his hand lifting it up before placing it around his wrist tying it in a bow. The string seemed to disappear from sight, but he could still feel it. “Think of this as a form of communication. If you need me for anything pull it off and I’ll be able to talk to you through it. It’s weird but it works.” Adam nodded at her watching as she turned and began walking towards the stairs to meet up with Lucifer in his office.

Taglist:

@popamolly @preciousbabypeter @amberforest08

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin alastor #hazbin husker #hazbin lucifer #huskerdust #lucifer morningstar #marionette

15 notes · View notes

bapydemonprincess · 16 days

Note

Seb patching up Bard’s hand after the chef was careless and burned it while cooking?

Welp, I hope you enjoy this, friend, because besides the fun of trying to continue this already established ship in this verse along with this scenario you presented me with.. I got an extra idea to add to the recipe, as it were. 😈

The butler heard a familiar yell coming from the kitchen, and yet it was much more pained than usual.

The demon felt it was necessary in this moment to.. cheat a little, bringing his form instantly to the kitchen, from upstairs where he'd been dusting bookshelves, to arrive before any kind of disaster could strike.

...Not as if he'd been keeping his hearing specifically tuned into that section of the manor recently while he was too far away..

Not as if he could sense the danger before he heard it as his own mind filled with pain, panic, and surprise and embarrassment.

Sebastian still made sure he was outside the kitchen door so he could swing it open in his honest haste and panic and rush in to see what was going on.

"Bardroy, what happened-"

"Ohhh, fuck off."

Sebastian froze at that sharp response, eyes wide, the words themselves slapping him more than being interrupted.

The embarrassment was raising. It was through the roof. The demon felt himself like he wanted to run and hide as if it were his own.

"M'hand fucking slipped okay, I'm workin' on cleanin' it, I got it, you can very well piss off and-"

"No, let me see your hand,"

The butler marched in further, quickly assessing what had happened and what the chef had just told him in those few seconds.

He was picking up a big stew pot off the floor and a wooden stirring spoon, there was hot stew of some kind- likely meat and potatoes -all over the floor.

His sharp gaze even found a now soggy cigarette among the stew, and before the chef stood up, he'd seen the man's red skin on his already calloused palm.

Perhaps the fool had likely been trying to idly smoke while cooking this stew, and the cigarette fell at one point from his mouth into the flames of the stove.

"Let me see it," he demanded again, charging closer still to grab the other man's hand just after he'd put the pot back down properly.

"Oi, what the hell-"

Sebastian was holding his hand firmly in both of his, a thumb idly running over the burns, and noting when the chef hissed in response.

And then..

Sebastian sighed, and quietly murmured, more to himself.

"Thank goodness, only a minor burn."

And then he was turning and tugging the same hand with him to follow.

"You'll only need a quick bandaging.. And perhaps.. to stay away from hot surfaces for a while.. if you can manage."

"Awright, THASSIT."

Bard angrily tore his hand away and took a step back, though the pain in his hand was his prize for such a reaction, he seemed beyond caring about that.

"What the 'ell 'as been with you, man! You've been in here almost twice as much as usual, not even t'cook or clean or tell me t'do somethin', but t'just bloody check up on me as if it's me first day all over again! Now you suddenly think a small burn is gonna kill me??"

And then for some reason the butler was staying turned away, having whirled away in seconds after Bard's tangent, a scowl and perhaps.. blush ..appearing on his face.

"The reason I've become more diligent should be clear as day, Bardroy. I've.. had to since you've clearly recently seen fit to spacing off more than usual lately! This cannot continue, even if it means I have to treat you like this, as if I have to keep watch on you like a mother does her child to make sure they don't hurt themselves."

"Yeah, or nag me more than usual like a bloody wife does a husband??"

Sebastian was grabbing his hand again, uncaring it was the burnt one he was yanking and pulling on.

"Come, I'll treat the burn at once,"

Bard grimaced, but decided to stop struggling in arguing, in favor of growing more curious than angry- baffled even -over the butler's new found need to set him straight in this manner.

Soon they were at the closet with the necessary ointment and bandages and the butler finally released his hand in favor of snatching them up.

the chef meanwhile still eyed him.

Despite this change, the other man was still very brisk and straight forward, as if he too wanted to just get this over with.

"I don't think I even need t'get this patched up, y'know. I've had worse.. and you very well know that."

"A burn is still a burn, non the less, Bard," the man ahead of him simply countered.

And now they were back to the kitchen.

The butler didn't even need to get the chef to sit, he was already doing so, and even freely putting his burned hand out on top of the table.

The butler was right away getting water on a damp towel now, then sitting beside him, and getting to work dabbing at the burns.

Bard had finally chosen to just let this happen.

He supposed if.. it made Sebastian feel better or.. whatever... he'd let him do this.

And in fact, just realizing such a thing himself had him eyeing the butler..

Who truly was focused on smearing that ointment all over his burns, ruining his glove in the process, and then taking the bandages to wrap his hand up.

...

In truth the demon was trying his damnedest not to think of this blasted human watching him, starting to see the truth under his façade of formality. Sensing through this blasted .. THING.. his confusion turning to curiosity and then to amusement!

"Oi," Bard had hunched in close.

"Y'mind give'n it a kiss as well, t'help the pain?"

His voice a high lilt of blatant mockery.

The butler had just finished his final wrapping, and while those dark glinting eyes had shifted from his work to the chef's face, he'd suddenly let his lips part...

Mouth opening wide enough to show off sharp front canines.

That snapped off the rest of the remaining gauze in one bite.

The chef jolted at just that... but only a tiny bit...

He knew damn well this particular butler had fangs.. He'd seen them enough times when the man was yelling at him, after all.

But he had no idea how he had them. At least not yet...

"I wouldn't want to exacerbate your wound after all of this, now, would I?"

Bard's eyes narrowed and.. he took too long to answer.

Sebastian was still watching him as he lifted the bandaged hand and..

...Proceeded to lower his fangs very very lightly over his palm.

He didn't press in. Just lightly gnawed a little.

"It means to make something worse, Bard,"

Sebastian said this while still having Bard's hand slightly in his mouth.

...

Curiously there was nothing, no feel for the man's emotional response during this moment. As if in this second the new bond was broken all on account of Bard's mind currently too broken to express anything.

And then his entire face lit up like a flame as he nearly jumped up from his seat.

"I KNEW THAT!! OI, GET YOUR WEIRD BEASTIE TEETH OUTTA ME HAND!!"

Sebastian obeyed, but not without letting out an open chuckle, fangs still on display as he pulled back and straightened up.

"Very well, we're all done here, I think. Now maybe you will refrain from trying to cook things without my supervision, hm? Especially if you don't want these kinds of situations to transpire."

He had gotten up and casually pulled off his sullied left glove, turning to throw it out so he could replace it.

"Yeah, well, like I said, it was unnecessary t'begi-"

Bard froze, eyes locked on the butler's bare left hand.

And the mark he'd seen, clear as day, on the back of his left hand.

Confusion. Fear. Confusion. Fear. Curiosity. But more confusion. More fear.

Sebastian whirled about, eyes wide with alarm suddenly, questioning and concern on his features openly.

"Bard, what's wrong??"

"Y-You- You... Er... I..."

He stood up abruptly. So violently, in fact, the chair toppled.

His eyes stared at Sebastian differently this time.

And he was suddenly drenched in sweat.

"..Bard??" Sebastian asked again, naturally taking another step closer to the other again, and lifting his hand to reach out.

The man flinched.

And then started running.

And he'd left the kitchen.

Not answering the butler's call.

Not explaining himself at all.

And even when the butler could no longer hear the trampling of his boots as he ran away down the hall.

...The demon could still feel his pure terror and confusion.

....Through this blasted new mating bond they'd some how happened to form during this peculiar time of new experiences.

"...Hm."

Sebastian had by now noticed his left hand he'd been reaching out towards Bard- the one he'd taken his glove off of that had gotten sullied with the ointment used for caring for this man -openly displaying his mark of his contract.

Of his demonic seal.

"What.. perfect timing."

The demon muttered bitterly, glaring at that familiar symbol that would not be going away any time soon.

...

Just like this bond wasn't, either.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #bardroy #bard #sebard #my writing #eeeeee I think adding this to it helped heighten my own joy in this ship >w<#UH OH GUESS WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER NOW~ 🤷

11 notes · View notes

nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

Text

you've been chopped

the eddie munson brainrot is strong today. i randomly thought of this and wasn't sure how to end it so sorry if it lowkey sucks🫶🏽 credit to gif owner! <3

Eddie Munson was a man of many things. He was a sick guitar player, a badass dungeon lord, and he was your pretty boy, but there was one thing for sure. Eddie Munson was not a hairdresser.

It was a late friday night for you as you painted your nails humming the familiar tune of We belong together by Ritchie Valens. You smiled softly thinking of eddie while ritchie sang softly in the background. you jumped and let out a whine when you saw you got polish on your finger due to the phone ringing.

“whoever this is you better have a good reason for calling me at,” you glanced at the clock. “12:30 am!”

“y/n! you need to come over!”

you furrowed your brows. “eddie? what are you doing up-”

“THERE’S NO TIME JUST COME OVER.” then the line went dead. you let out a mouthful of curse words and you changed into more suitable clothes and snuck out your window. before you closed it you glanced at your bed and blew it a kiss.

“soon my love, we will be united. this, i promise.”

you gently knocked on the door of the familiar trailer and gasped when you saw eddie.

“eddie…”

“please don't say anything.”

“eddie why..?”

eddie let out a sigh and crossed his arms stepping aside to let you in. you stepped into the trailer not taking your eyes off him.

“my bangs were getting long…”

“so you hacked them off with a chainsaw?!”

eddie shushed you and put his hands over your mouth while jerking his head towards his sleeping uncle. he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the restroom closing the door behind him.

“please just help me fix it.”

you sighed and grabbed his face tilting his head in all directions to see the damage. “i don't know eddie…i'll try my best but i'm not making any promises.”

eddie isn't sure if it's cause of the lack of sleep he's been getting or if he just genuinely hates what he's done, but he swears he's going to cry.

“are you gonna break up with me now that i really look like a freak?” he questioned quietly.

you looked at him in shock, refusing to believe those words just came out of his mouth. “eddie what?!” you didn't mean to sound so angry, but you couldn't help the fact that you were.

“why would you even say that? why would you even think that?”

eddie sat on the toilet seat and shrugged his shoulders.

“when you saw me you just looked scared.”

you let out a sigh and straddled him while running your hands through his choppy hair.

“eddie i wasn't scared, you just caught me off guard! i'm going to stay with you no matter what.”

eddie finally locked eyes with you and smiled softly.

“even if i was bald?”

“eddie you could turn into a vampire and have wings and you'd still be the prettiest boy in all of hawkins.”

his smile widened as he pulled you in by the guitar pick necklace he gave you as a present.

“you're too good to me.” he mumbled before pressing his lips to yours.

kissing eddie was something you'd never get tired of. the way his arms snaked around you trying to bring you even closer to him made your whole body tingle. his fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled away trying to catch your breath. He let out a whine and quickly chased your lips closing the gap once again.

“I could kiss you forever.” he mumbled against your lips. his kisses started trailing down further until you grabbed his hair gently pulling him back.

“and just what do you think you're doing munson?”

he smiled at you. “i was going to get some food.”

“food?”

“yeah, you said you'd love me if i was a vampire so,” he trailed off wiggling his eyebrows.

you giggled and shook your head at him. “first things first,” you grabbed the pair of scissors that were resting on the sink and fixed his hair. “let's fix this hair up, choppy.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson

266 notes · View notes

filmografo · 7 months

Text

series intro - BIRTHPLACE

genre: space opera, sci-fi, litfic (a bit)

status: drafting / “outlining” book 2/3.

pov: third person limited, present tense.

tropes / themes: the unbearable weight of mortality, the terrifying realization of Want, space lesbians, growing up / apart / back, lgbtq+, exes to rivals to whatever it is austrakit are currently, found family, finding oneself, (space) war era, ambiguity, subjectivity, capital p Pining (+ more tba)

summary: After finding out her ex-girlfriend is training a ten men crew for what is essentially a suicide mission to map a planet Earth that’s been left behind, Kit Nikon desperately tries to give her life a new meaning.

tags (more TBA): #: birthplace #[we] have the sun in common

Space station gardens, neon green & blue, roots taking place, the smell of damp earth, bright unflickering lights, starfighters, healing bruises, hands against cold metal, sea water, warm sunshine, home in the valley of someone else’s ribs.

characters:

nalkita “kit” nikon (23 - she/her?) | 🌱

emigrate, novo amor

de selby (part 1), hozier

glossover, afternoon bike ride / lowswimmer

strangers, ethel cain

austra andante (23 - she/her) | 🌊

repeat until death, novo amor

i wouldn’t ask you, clairo

the end of love, florence + the machine

there’s nothing left for you, mitski

excerpt:

To know something is to be in constant battle with it: the plaguing of a garden, trying to disinfect a never-healing wound. Being near Austra, hands dripping with blood that never belonged to either of their bodies, means Nalkita has to fight against her own humanity, fight against desire. Close up her throat so the words I wish you would, Lieutenant don’t come out, raw and real. Kit understands so little about herself and knows Austra so much — the feeling of her expressive eyebrows against a fingertip, the weight of every responsibility she carries. Who is she to add another sandbag to Austra’s already aching shoulders but a soldier, a sinning one, at that? Refusing to give up on something that was never hers to begin with.

rambles / more about the series under the cut! :D

this was born from a fanfic/short story i wrote 2 years ago when i wasn’t ready to face what came after the events of what is now book 1 of the birthplace series. i took inspiration from novo amor’s birthplace album, which re-enlightened me about the meaning of “home”. i still hold it extremely close to my heart and will forever.

for book 1 of this, “astro-garden”, the journey kit goes on is extremely personal, quite lonely, quite difficult. titles never meant something to her until austra got one. there’s not much i can say except kit is a firecracker of a person and she’s going to need a lot of luck (she’s strong, she’ll manage)!

book 2 “roots in infertile soil” is as chaotic as i can possibly make a book. there’s more pining (for reasons...), more action, more drama... the characters are all a joy to write and flesh out, and the mercury ii crew are the type of found family that i’ve always loved to read about <3 i’ll introduce each and every one of them with tags in the near future so stay tuned for that!!! :)

book 3 is still in its early earlyyy development stages but hopefully i’ll have something cool to say about it sooner rather than later !

feel free to ask me about anything birthplace-related seeing as this is the only project i am currently (actively) working on!!! i would love love loooove to chat more about secondary characters, locations (the spaceships are Alive), discuss the plot / themes more in depth, etc!

i will be making a taglist with everyone who wants to get updates from this (i'll post more abt that later!) so send me an ask if you’d like to join it :D !

thank you for reading this (kinda long?) intro post for my silly little still unwritten novels hehe! i hope to hear more from u soon

17 notes · View notes

motionlessxgirl · 2 years

Note

UHM HI YES ME HELLO I WOULD LIKE GARETH SMUT PLEASE AND THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ❤️

YES!! YOU WERE MY FIRST REQUEST!❤️ I HOPE THIS DOES NOT DISAPPOINT YOU, this was my first time hehe, but I present Gareth smut!

Ice Cream Man🍦

Gareth helps you beat the heat with a sweet treat

Ice Cream Man by Van Halen

It was a scorching hot day in Hawkins. Probably one of the hottest we had in a long time. Gareth and you both agreed to stay in the air conditioned house and lounge while watching TV. Since it was so hot, you were both stripped down to our underwear, thank god your parents were away on vacation.

"Gareth, this pop isn't working. I'm burning up here!" You moaned feeling like you were melting even further into the couch.

"I'll get you some more ice, here." Gareth took your glass and got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the familiar tune of the ice cream truck make it's way onto your street.

"Gareth! Hurry!" He ran in, trying not spill ice water all over your mother's white carpet. "What?"

"Will you please get me a popsicle, anything cold really?" You pointed towards the door. Gareth smirked handing you the ice water and grabbed his jeans, throwing them on real quick. "Cherry flavored, right?"

"Yes please and thank you."

He waved you off and went out into the blistering heat. About five minutes later, Gareth walked in, sweat dripping down his neck and chest. He had two popsicles, one orange and one red. "Cherry for you," Gareth said handing you the frozen treat. "Orange for me." You peeled off the wrapper and instantly wrapped your lips around the frozen stick, sliding it in and out of your mouth.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Gareth watching intensely. You turned your head and looked over at him. "What?" You asked removing the popsicle from your mouth. "You make something so innocent look so bad." He laughed continuing to eat his popsicle.

An idea popped into your head, so you crawled into Gareth's lap and pulled the orange popsicle from his mouth and slowly slid it into your mouth, running your tongue all over, never breaking eye contact with him. "Like that?" You sweetly asked, placing it back to Gareth's lips, who instantly opened his mouth. "Is someone turned on?" You giggled feeling the slight bulge in his jeans.

"So much." He took the popsicle from his mouth and placed it back in the wrapper. He placed his hands on the back of your head and lowered you down for a kiss. "Gare-Gareth!" You giggled pulling away. "What, sugar?"

"Our popsicles are gonna melt." You informed him as you looked down to see red dye dripping down your hand and onto your bare thighs. "Looks like I'm gonna have to clean you up, babe." He took the popsicle out of your hand and took both of your treats to the kitchen. You could hear Gareth tossing them into the freezer and closing the door.

"Now, where was I?" He smirked walking back in, rubbing his hands together. "I think I was on my way to here?" Gareth lightly pushed you onto your couch. He ran his tongue over your sugar coated thighs, inching his face closer to where you needed him the most. You instantly latched your hand onto his locks and lightly tugged at his curls, earning a small whimper from him. "Please, Gareth?" You begged, opening your leg for him to have a better view.

"Well since you asked so nicely." He sat back and pulled your soaked panties off. You hissed as your burning skin made contact with the cold air in the house. Gareth ran a finger along your center, coating his finger with your slick as he slowly pushed it in. "Come on, don't tease." You whined.

"So needy." Gareth said before placing a gentle kiss right against your clit. Your gasps turned to moans as your hands gripped harder onto Gareth's fluffly locks. He harshly sucked at your clit as he added another finger in, slowly pumping them in and out. "G-Gare, ple-please, can I-I?" You stuttered.

"You're gonna cum, huh?" He challenged, now stroking his fingers at a quicker pace. "Go ahead, such a good girl. Cum all over my fingers."

You came with high pitched squeal as white light flooded your vision. You came down from your high and stared at Gareth, who had nothing but pure dark lust in his eyes now. You sat up and pushed him back, fumbling to pop the button and zipper on his jeans. Gareth chuckled and gave you some help, sitting up a bit to slide his jeans and boxers down and off his legs. His erection sprung free, the tip had small beads of pre cum leaking already. You sunk down to your knees and placed him into your mouth, staring at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

"Shit, babe." Gareth groaned as he latched his hand into your hair. "God, you take me so we- fuuuuck." He choked on his own words as you began to deep throat him. You came back up and released him with a loud pop.

You smirked at him and ran your tongue along his length, coating it in spit as you put him back into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty pre cum that oozed from Gareth's manhood.

"Ugh, babe, you keep do-doing that, I-I won't last much lon-longer." You climbed into Garth's lap and sunk down onto his length, both of you moaning out at the sensation. Gareth placed his hands on your hips to help you, bouncing you on his lap. "Shit, just like that. You're so pretty riding my cock." You moaned at Gareth's filthy words. You cried out when he reached down to rub fast circles against your clit. "Gareth! Gare!" You moaned as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

"Gonna cum again, hmm? Cum for me baby." He cooed in your ear as your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You collapsed against his chest as Gareth positioned you down on the couch, hooking your legs around his waist. "Shiit, you feel so good around me." Gareth moaned into your neck as he slipped inside you again. "Take me so well." He groaned as he began to pound you into the couch. He let out a loud groan when you clenched around him. "Fuuuck." Gareth looked down at you, grabbing a hold of your chin. "Open your mouth." You obeyed, sticking your tongue out as he spit right into your mouth. You could taste the remains of his orange popsicle from earlier.

"Such a good girl." He leaned down and kissed you hard, a small string of saliva coming from both your lips. Gareth continued to slam into you, nothing but the sounds of skin against skin and your moaning could be heard through out the house.

"Gare, m'gonna cum again." "Me too, shit." His thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, cumming." Gareth repeated as he brought you to your third orgasm, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He laid on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and breathing heavy. You ran your fingers through Gareth's sweat soaked curls as you placed a gentle kiss to his wet forehead. Gareth lifted his head and smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a sweet peck.

"Think we need to start stocking up on popsicles." He chuckled.

#gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson smut

152 notes · View notes