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I loved the post

And what if the reader was also a vampire just as powerful as alucard ?

Genre: Hellsing Au, Fluff, Angst

TW: Blood drinking, violence, guns, fighting, Alucard being a total dick (but since when is that new?)

Anything you can do better, I can do anything better than you~

It’s a- metaphorical- dick fighting competition, no question about it (im sorry not really but i couldn’t resist making an abridged reference)

Anyway-

You two will always be competing on who is better. Which one of you is stronger? Who’s the fastest? Who can endure the most pain? Who is going to win the fight when you two go head to head?

The answer? Neither. Neither of you are ever going to win in a fight against each other.

So instead of fighting each other you have learned how to have fun fighting to see who can do assignments better.

But it wasn’t always like that, it was actually quite the opposite for the first four months of you being part of the Hellsing Organization. Your very existence vexed Alucard because after six centuries of being the greatest vampire of all time he refused to accept being anything less than. All he wanted to do is annihilate you, which you didn’t understand because you were nothing but civil, friendly even. Well that was until you weren’t.

Within a week you accepted the fact that he hated you without any explanation. But for the sake of keeping the peace you suggested the idea of coexisting, and his response made it clear that the offer was off the table when he shot you in the face. So after that day you made it your unlife goal to drive him absolutely insane with the fact that he is no longer the most powerful.

Though you went about it in a passive aggressive way, from then on you tormented him by refusing to ever acknowledge his existence. For those four months you pretend that you never noticed when Alucard shot a hole through your heart, or blew off your head. You would just regenerate and continue on with whatever you were doing like it never happened.

Alucard absolutely hated that. How dare you act as if the most powerful vampire there is doesn’t exist?!

But that’s what you did, until it eventually became too exhausting. The constant fighting had you questioning why this person who knows nothing about you is so angry at you and why is it to the point that he’s always trying to kill you.

You fought and fought and fought your anger, oblivious to the fact that you were at your wits end. You had enough of all the bullying you were being subjected to, without realizing it. All that you were doing was waking up every night just to be Alucard’s punching bag and he was getting no repercussions for his actions. You thought you were fine.

Then you just snapped, all at once, without any warning. One night you saw Alucard and before he even had a chance to notice you entered the room, you. lost. it. and all of Hell almost broke loose.

You never knew your strength until the moment a couch was thrown without you even thinking about laying a finger on it. Your hands never had the chance to touch it and yet, you somehow made the huge piece of furniture fly through the air towards him.

Anything and everything in the living room was about to get destroyed if it wasn’t for Integra being right there to command Alucard to his cellar. Walter instantly restrained you with his thread to keep you from chasing after Alucard because he knew if you two weren’t separated right away the mansion was going to crash to the ground.

Alucard loved that he was able to finally get under your skin enough to break you, but bitter that Integra didn’t let you fight him. He had been dreaming of the day you finally let your rage loose and he wasn’t even allowed to see it.

Once you were calmed you were set free and Integra ordered you to your room as well, without knowing that was a big mistake because now you aren’t leaving it. You shut down because there was no more acting like Alucard hadn’t emotionally damaged you.

Which is exactly what Alucard wanted, he wanted to damage you because now that you couldn’t hold yourself to a high standard. Thus making him the greatest again.

Integra didn’t care much for your emotions until it started affecting your work ethic, you for the past week you never showed up when called upon. That’s when she forced Alucard to go ‘fix’ you, which he didn’t want to do but had no choice. The only thing he could think of how to get you to show up was by forcing you.

The whole ordeal played out like this:

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You’re lying face down on your pillow, your body completely still as you just keep letting the loneliness and isolation feel like it’s burning a hole in your chest. All you wanted was a friend because what is the point of being immortal if it means being alone.

Alucard enters your room through the wall and looks at your limp body, if you were a mortal he’d assume you were dead. But since you aren’t he can tell that you’re only like this because of him and knowing that fills him with pride. He put you in your place and made sure he was the greatest once more.

If he thought you wouldn’t notice him because he came into your room through the wall he was wrong but it’s not like you cared anyway. Let him be in here, let him try to kill you because he’s not like he can do it anyway.

“Integra is holding a meeting,” Alucard says plainly as if you cared to listen. He somehow thinks that now you’ve broken down you’d be more inclined to listen to him. “So get up and let’s go.”

As soon as you got sent to your room you laid down with your face in your pillow and hadn’t moved from that spot since. That is until now, you stay lying down and the only thing that changes is that you lean your head back then let out a laugh. You find it absolutely hilarious that Alucard thinks you’re going to listen to him. You have a good bit of respect for Integra and didn’t even listen to her when she called upon you for the meeting. So what in the Hell makes him think that you’ll let him order you around?

Alucard is quick to get aggressive, walking over to you and reaches for your head. You don’t fight back as he tightly grabs the hair at the top of your scalp and harshly pulls back so you’re standing on your knees. You tilt your head back so he can see the calm and tranquil look on your face as he threatens you by putting his gun against your chin.

“Do it-” you’re giving Alucard permission, not that it matters because he’ll shoot you if he wants to regardless, “blow my brains out as many times as you need in order to make yourself feel better. Shoot me however many times it takes until you finally accept me, even if it takes another 2106 times.”

That takes Alucard by surprise, he lowers his gun and lets go of your hair then takes a step back. He just stares at you because he doesn’t know how to respond to the fact that you’ve been keeping count of every time he’s tried to kill you over the past four months. After a moment he finally realizes what’s been going on, “that’s why you’ve been silent this whole time?”

You lower your head and sigh, feeling like you should just have kept your mouth shut but you can’t take it back now. You don’t turn your head to look at him as you give your explanation, “not at first… but after awhile, yeah. But I knew there wasn’t a use in saying anything because you wouldn’t stop and I figured I could take it… I guess I was wrong about that.”

Alucard stays silent, thinking about how much of an asshole he’s been, he should have been looking at you as an ally and not an enemy. Now that Alucard realizes that he hopes you can forgive him, he offers his hand for you to take and sincerely says, “I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”

You look into his eyes for any hint of malevolence but don’t see it and decide to trust him. You take his hand and let him help you up, letting go of it once your feet hit the ground. You give him a soft smile and say, “we should get going, don’t want to leave Integra waiting.”

Alucard nods and you two go to the meeting.

===

Which brings you to today; three and a half years after Alucard accepted you as an equal, you two have been best friends and damn near inseparable since. If someone finds one of you two it’s safe to assume that the other is not far behind. You two are so far shoved up one another’s ass that Integra will send both of you on a mission when there is only need for one.

===

You and Alucard make eye contact with one another when Integra calls you to her office, without a word both of you bolt for the door. He gets out first but you quickly get in front by grabbing onto his shoulders and leap over his head to get into the lead. Though that doesn’t last for long because grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him. It’s a whole fight along the way to Integra’s office.

Integra sighs as she can hear you both running through the mansion because it sounds like a herd of elephants. Meanwhile the two of you are laughing your asses off along the way, and she isn’t surprised when both of her office doors are flung open. You and Alucard nearly crash to the floor as you trample each other to get to Integra first.

“I won!” You shout triumphantly, you only think your first because your feet are stabilized on the ground before his are. You burst out laughing because of the sour look on Alucard’s face.

Before Alucard has a chance to say anything, Integra speaks, “I’ve come to accept the fact that you two act like children when you’re around each other but instead of nearly breaking my doors why don’t you two use your powers to go through them?”

“We play fair,” Alucard states. You two act human around each other sometimes without even realizing it, well, as human as you two can get. Then there are times when you two use your powers without realizing it either. It all depends on the day and the situation, like when it comes to racing. When you two are going through a door to get somewhere you don’t think about going through walls after that.

Integra sighs, knowing that she’s going to regret this, “there is a mission.”

You and Alucard look at each other from the corner of your eyes with cocky smirks, time for another competition to begin. After Integra gives you and Alucard all the information needed to set you two loose, you both bolt out of her office at full speed.

Integra can’t help but find it the tiniest bit of amusing because she’s never seen Alucard so lively and it makes her happy for him to have a friend. Especially a friend who can keep up with him.

You and Alucard use powers to get to your target since that’s always the safest- and fastest- option when it comes to missions.

When Integra gets to the scene she sees how it’s an absolute blood bath, that’s how she knew Alucard won the ‘race’ that you two were having. Alucard is always messy with his killings, whereas you are not. You’re a clean killer who makes sure that you leave as much blood to drink as possible.

“You leave nothing for me, asshole!” You shout in annoyance, Alucard always hogs every meal whenever you two go on missions.

Integra sighs upon hearing the squabbling, this is another reason why she hates sending you two on missions together. It’s like when kids get mad at each other for eating the last cookie out of the jar, though it’s mainly you always starting the arguments.

“Be faster next time,” Alucard playfully and wipes a stray bit of blood from his lip with his thumb. He taunts you, saying with a smirk, “there is still some blood on the pavement that you’re free to lick up.”

You go to punch Alucard’s arm but he steps away before you can and when you try again, he steps away again. You go to chase after him but Integra yells for you two.

“Enough!” Integra shouts, making you both stop and walk to her. But you elbow Alucard and he elbows you back, then next thing you know you’re hitting each other. Integra sighs and pulls out her gun, shooting into the sky, “the time for games is over!”

You and Alucard stop for real this time, walking back to Integra without any shenanigans. As you both are standing in front of Integra, she begins scolding the two of you, “this is why I don’t send you two on missions! All you do is play games!”

“We did get the job done, did we not?” Alucard asks, he has a point. You two always get your jobs done and that’s what matters.

Integra growls, she knows there is no point in arguing and she didn’t have the patience for it either. She takes a blood bag out from inside her coat pocket and tosses it to you, “now you can stop acting like a fool.”

You waste no time opening the bag and taking a big sip out of it, this will make your bloodlust subside for a bit but you’re still mad Alucard didn’t share with you. After you gulp down the whole bag you look at Integra and smile wide, “thank you Sir.”

Integra just looks at you in disgust, you might be a good addition to the organization but that still doesn’t keep Integra from seeing you as a grotesque beast like Alucard. You are still a vampire that has consumed many souls like him in order to get as strong as you are, and Integra doesn’t excuse that, “you’re vile.”

You instantly stop smiling, remembering that Integra doesn’t accept you like Alucard does, no one accepts you like Alucard for that matter. You put your head down, “sorry Sir.”

“Get back to the mansion,” Integra demands, she’s dismissing both of you because she has had enough of the two of you and your antics for the night.

Alucard can feel a difference in you so he decides to just walk back to the mansion, with you right by his side. Once you two are out of earshot Alucard asks you, “what’s wrong?”

“Just hate it when I’m reminded that my diet isn’t socially acceptable,” you say in a playful tone. Though it does hurt a bit when you’re looked at like a freak, but not enough to ruin your mood. It’s something that you’ve become used to and let roll off your back whenever it happens.

Alucard says exactly what comes to his mind, “our entire existence isn’t socially acceptable.”

“Yeah, I know but thanks for the reminder,” you roll your eyes. Sometimes Alucard absolutely sucks at comforting you but at least you can always count on him to be honest about a situation. You let out a defeated sigh, “we’re never going to be accepted are we?”

“Most likely not,” Alucard shakes his head. He has already accepted that fact long ago, and is surprised you haven’t as well. “It’s because mortals fear what they know is more powerful than them. If we were of the same strength as them they still wouldn’t accept us, they’d try to kill us regardless.”

“This really isn’t making me feel better, Alucard-” you chuckle because you know everything he said is true, “-I appreciate you trying though.”

Alucard sighs, he wasn’t exactly good with words when it comes to situations like this, “at least I understand you.”

“Yeah,” you look at the ground to hide your blushing face and sweet smile. You’d be lost without Alucard because he’s made being immortal bearable and less lonely. He makes you feel like a kid again, filling your heart with pure joy and you always feel like you’re on cloud nine whenever you’re with him. Though your playful nature tends to hold you back from sharing such things but- for some odd reason- tonight is different. Maybe it’s the full moon or maybe it’s because you’re still coming down from the adrenaline high you got from the mission. You don’t know. But whatever it is, it makes tonight the night you’re finally ready to voice what you’ve been holding back for years, “hey Alucard?”

“Hm?” Alucard got lost in his own thoughts as well during the silence. You aren’t the only one who’s been holding back a confession that could make or break everything you have with each other.

You don’t stop walking, you don’t even look at him because with how nervous you currently are, doing that will make the situation too intimate for you liking. You would rather not see his face if you’re going to get rejected and the idea of ruining everything almost makes you chicken out. But you just take a deep breath and say, “I think that I’ve fallen in love with you over these past few years.”

Alucard nearly faceplants into the dirt path you two were walking because of how abruptly he stops after you confess your feelings for him. Especially because your feelings are as strong as his own, three years really gives someone time to have a spark ignite and evolve into a flame. And you just made the flame explode into a bomb fire that becomes too much for Alucard to handle all at once. All he manages to say is “well then.”

Just like that your heart crumbles into pieces and you want to crawl into a hole. But you can’t so you try to run away from your problems, quite literally. You go to dart at full vampiric speed to the mansion.

Alucard notices the way your feet change stance and realizes what you’re about to do, so before you even get a chance to take a step forward he gets in front of you. He looks down at you, a worried look paints his face and he anxiously asks, “where are you going?”

“Home,” you growl, using anger to mask your overwhelming sadness that’s starting to ache in your chest.

“Why?” Alucard asks, not realizing what he did wrong. It’s been a long time since he was last in love, so the feeling might as well have been brand new to him. Plus he was surprised by your sudden boldness that it caught him off guard and ‘well then’ was the first thing that came to his mind.

“Oh I don’t know! Maybe it’s because I confess that I love you and all you have to say is ‘well then’!” You bitterly shout. At this moment you are too blinded by your broken heart that you forget Alucard isn’t good in situations like this. If you did you would have remembered that Alucard is a bit of a dumbass when it comes to emotions other than violence.

Luckily Alucard understands that your violence is exactly what he’s going to experience if he doesn’t get out of your way. He knows he has to find a way to fix this and fast, “please wait, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

“Well you did!” You state, wanting nothing more than to punch Alucard in his handsome face and beat his wonderful body into a bloody pulp. “Now move!”

“No, let me explain please,” Alucard pleads as you try to push past him and he grabs your wrist when you manage to. He grows frustrated because you won’t listen and roughly pulls you towards him so you’ll face him, angrily saying “will you listen dammit! I’m trying to tell you I feel the same way!”

“Oh-” your attitude immediately changes, your features softening and you stop trying to run away from him. Alucard glares at you as he lets go of your wrist now that you stopped resisting, he’s still a bit irritated with your unreasonable behavior just because you didn’t get the response you wanted.

“Well… you didn’t have to be so mean about it,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest and childishly pouting.

Alucard rolls his eyes in annoyance but stops being as frustrated with you, now that you’re no longer being irrationally angry with him. “Well you weren’t listening to me when I was trying to be civil but I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?!” You glare at him, acting as if you don’t know exactly what he means.

“Because you never listen,” Alucard rolls his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you jump to conclusions way too fast and it tends to be a source of a lot of fights you two have had over the course of your friendship.

“Well put yourself in my shoes, I confessed my feelings and got a ‘well then’ in response. That kind of thing hurts,” you admit.

“The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you,” Alucard says softly, holding out his hand for you to hold and smiles when you take it. He always has an overwhelming guilt from how he treated you at first even though you forgave him and since then he only ever wants to make you happy. Alucard loves to see your smile and your laughter is like music to his ears.

“I know,” you give him a small nod, Alucard isn’t the only one who is hopelessly in love. He’s the first thing you think about when you wake up and the last thing you think about before you fall asleep. “But you sure love to annoy me.”

Alucard scoffs, “that’s rich coming from you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m a perfect angel!” You giggle and there is a slight moment of silence after.

“Yes, you are,” Alucard finally says, admiring the way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight. You don’t understand how true that statement really is to him, you are his angel. He loves nearly every little thing about you and he hates whenever you two fight. He hates whenever you two have to spend prolonged periods of time apart when you're sent out on separate missions.

You blush really hard, not knowing how to respond but you don’t have to give him one because Alucard passionately kisses you. Both of his rest on your hips while you already have your fingers entangled in his hair, it all happens so quickly and naturally that you don’t even notice.

All you can focus on is his soft lips against your own, that send goosebumps across your skin and your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest. This is more than you could have ever imagined.

When your lips do finally part from his, you can’t help but get a bit bashful, which is an emotion you rarely feel. All you can do is look into his eyes and wish that you two could stay in this moment forever. But you start seeing the sky slowly getting lighter as the sun comes closer to rising from behind him. You softly say to him, “we should get back.”

“Indeed,” Alucard nods, letting go of your hips and taking a step back, he knows Integra is probably pissed at both of your absences right now, “and soon.”

You smirk, it’s time for another competition, “race ya!”

“Oh you’re on!” Alucard says with a huge grin.

You both take off at full speed back to the mansion, planning to beat each other to the front door but stopping when you see Sir Integra waiting outside of them. You two are in trouble, which is nothing new when it comes to Integra because you two don’t know how to stay out of trouble when you’re around each other.

Sir Integra can tell by the slight bow of both of your heads that you’re side eyeing each other with smirks on your face. She has honestly given up on trying to tame you so she can get Alucard back under control again because it’ll never work. You’re too much of a free spirit and Alucard can help but try to keep up with you because of the need to still prove he’s better than you even if it’s in an innocent way.

“What took you two so long to get back here?!” Integra angrily asks, knowing that she will only get part of the story because you two love to keep your secrets between each other.

“We were taking a walk and got distracted!” You quickly say before Alucard answers like you always do because he usually sucks at lying to Sir Integra.

Integra looks to Alucard and he gives her a nod, saving both your asses from having to confess every little detail of what actually happened. Integra would ask what you two got distracted by but she currently doesn’t care enough, as long as you two weren’t causing any chaos then she’ll let it go.

Besides, the sun was coming up soon, so with an annoyed sigh Integra waves her hand and says, “just go.”

You and Alucard both chuckle and go to the basement, doing what you usually do, which is hanging out in your room for a few hours before he leaves to go to bed. The reason your cellar is the designated room to hangout in is because you have furniture and appliances in it. Took you a while to convince Integra to let you have your semi-big cellar set up like a single room apartment but you were persistent and she finally gave in.

So you have your bed, dresser, nightstand, lamp, and a desk with a chair on one side of your room. Then you have a loveseat, with an end table that has a lamp on top of it on one side, then a mini fridge with a microwave on top of it on the other side. There is a coffee table sitting in front of the couch with a 48”in (121”cm) tv on top of it with a movie player sitting on the shelf below it. The reason you need to have a movie player is because you don’t get a signal when you’re in a basement, you’re lucky that you at least have outlets and electricity.

“Want to watch a movie?” You ask him while walking over to your dresser that has the movies sitting on top of it because you already know the answer. You two tend to watch a movie to unwind after a mission but sometimes end up talking through the whole thing because you’ve both watched them enough times to quote them word for word.

“Of course!” Alucard says with a smile and sits down on the loveseat, sitting how he always does- sprawled out. He sits very unprofessionally when he’s with you because well… you’re you and he knows he can sit comfortably when he’s with you. He sits with his body sunk into the corner of the loveseat with his legs spread apart and one arm laying across the back of it while the other is hanging off the armrest.

You grab his favorite movie along with a bag of microwave popcorn and go over to the couch, throwing the bag of popcorn in the microwave then putting in the movie. While you wait for the popcorn you grab your pjs and change right in front of him, like you have done a hundred times before now and before you two had feelings for each other.

Alucard was surprised the first time you ever changed in front of him and you told him it was no different from seeing someone in a bikini. So he doesn’t care anymore and is completely unaffected by it, though he has and always will be respectful and never look at you when you’re changing. Even if you’re always covered by a bra and panties.

By the time you’re done changing the popcorn is ready, so you grab it and sit how you always sit when you’re with him. Your body sunk into the other corner of the loveseat and with your legs draping over Alucard’s since his lanky ass self takes up so much goddamn room.

“Y’know,” you start to say after the end credits of the movie start to play and continue talking when Alucard looks over at you. With a playful smirk you say, “as my lover you should give me a foot massage.”

Alucard rolls his eyes but obliges and starts rubbing your feet, shaking his head in disbelief while doing it. He never would have thought he’d do such a thing especially for you. When he looks at the triumphant grin you have on your face he sarcastically says, “you’re spoiled.”

Your grin just gets wider, the idea of getting spoiled by anyone was never in your mind’s orbit. But now you’re being spoiled by the king of vampires, which is something you’re going to take great pride in. And of course you’re also going to reciprocate the gestures whenever you can, but for now you’re just going to bask in the glory of having such an amazing lover. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alucard says sarcastically and continues to rub your feet, “just don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late, it already has,” you playfully say and move your feet away from him because you were only joking anyway. Then you sit up and give him a kiss on the cheek, “now I know I got you wrapped around my finger.”

“You know, I can leave right now if you want to keep this up,” Alucard states and stands up, clearly not being serious by the smile he has on his face. You are right about the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. He has been for awhile now, anywhere you go he’ll follow if he’s able, he’d be lost without you.

“Nooo!” You hold onto his arm and pull him back down onto the couch, “I don’t want you to go!”

Alucard laughs and kisses your cheek, “fine, fine, I won’t leave yet.”

“How spoiled would it be if I asked you to stay the day?” You shyly ask with no intentions of doing anything sexual, you just wanted to cuddle up in bed with him and fall asleep in his arms. There were a few times that you’ve accidentally fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of a movie with your legs still propped up on his. Which doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but it is because you need absolute silence in order to sleep. A water droplet could fall from the faucet from your bathroom sink and you’re up on high alert.

So it means something if you’re able to sleep through a movie filled with explosions only when he’s around and wake up as soon as he leaves the room. You might be as powerful as Alucard, but- even with how crazy it sounds- you feel safest when you’re with him.

Alucard smiles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and softly says, “of course I’ll spend the day with you.”

You smile and get off the couch, holding his hand as you walk over to the bed. Alucard undresses while he waits for you to get situated, but only down to his shirt and pants because he doesn’t want to possibly make you uncomfortable.

Alucard takes your hand when you hold it out to him and gets in bed, letting you lay on top of him with your face buried in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and the both of you drift to sleep within minutes.

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A/N: AH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

On a side note there might be an NSFW add on to this and y’all shouldn’t be surprised by that bc I’m a degenerate for this mansss

Also I was mainly focused on chapter three of Red Ink so I haven’t touched the other asks I got. But I promise Imma get to them🥲

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asiadoesstuff · 1 year

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Ok then.

Calling all my Fandroid Theory Enthusiasts!!: @splat1987 @1dklikesthings @bluartist @pawsometoons @bugsinspace @killer-arcade @roseverdict @therealdragongirl12 @crossover-fraternity !!

So, the Recent Livestreams…

I’m gonna theorise the heck outta these.

25/3/23

So, the 1st Live…

Before the Live started, there was a poll. It was titled “Lore?” With two options: Yes and No. The Poll’s results ended with Yes having 96% of votes, whilst No had 3% of the votes.

The Live starts. Fandroid and Melody appear to be playing an Obby Game. Everything seems normal; everybody in the chat is asking if there’s any Lore, and debating if they’ve been tricked.

At some point, a message from Chat is read out, about Target. Then Fandroid goes onto talking about a trip he took to Target; he hit himself on something, saying he “hurt his leg-bone.”

Robots don’t have bones. In fact, Fandroid pointed that out himself in the chat.

The Chat starts discussing. A popular theory that was made in these 5 minutes was the Fandroid on the Live is an “impostor.” (I swear if anyone says anything remotely related to Among Us…)

The Stream carries on. After a bit, Fandroid posts another message in Chat.

Business Bot has been missing for a week, apparently. Chat eats this up like a fine meal.

The Stream goes on, Fandroid saying some things which aren’t specifically Note-Worthy, but you know…

After a while, Fandroid & Melody leave the Obby game they were playing and join ‘Shovelware’s Brain Game’. Around halfway-through the round, Fandroid sends this into the Chat. And it sounds good! (At first…)

…Oh.

That doesn’t seem too good.

So Business Bot is gone, and Fandroid found one of his wheels. Either Business Bot accidentally smashed his wheels off, or something must’ve done this. Most probably the second one, since from what I know, Business Bot doesn’t leave his station, and there’s not really anything that could cause this type of damage near it.

…And it seems Business Bot’s disappearance isn’t the only one.

So something’s kidnapping the robots; It couldn’t be humans, because Fandroid already established all the humans are dead. Who could it be?

Cue a couple more silly (/pos) comments from Fandroid, which I will not attach here because there is a limit to how many images you can attach.

Stream goes a while without any Comments from Fandroid.

Then Fandroid sends something to the chat. It isn’t anything important, it’s just… surprising.

?????

Huh???

Anyways…

After 3 minutes of silence from the Fandroid Account, it sends something again.

That’s good! And hey; we know Frogbot’s still here!

Anyways…

Whatever’s taken Business Bot either: Dismantled him, or didn’t need his wheels. For what reason? I don’t know…

Info about the Holodeck!

There’s one thing that’s putting me off, though…

Why is Fandroid talking in 3rd Person?

Anyways: Stream carries on, and there’s nothing Note-worthy from Fandroid for the next 32 minutes.

But I just wanted to say…

…Language Fandroid. 😡 (/lh)

Anyways…

After a while, the Stream comes to an end. It was fun! And Loreful! Everyone is saying goodbye!…

…But it doesn’t end.

Fandroid & Melody start speaking about something, that they assumed was Private. But, we heard everything…

Here’s the Clip of Fandroid and Melody’s ‘Private’ Conversation…

So, the reason why this is a Double-Stream Post was because Tumblr refused letting me post videos, and by the time I tried all the ways for it to work, it was already Friday… so I’m just gonna have to send a link from someone else’s video—

youtube

This is alot to take in.

So, there’s a New Robot named 404.

Named after an Error Message.

Frogbot apparently saw 404 and drew a picture of it.

Theories for this Live…

Listen, I know this might sound insane, but…

What if 404 is like an Ennard-Type Situation?

All these Robots have disappeared out-of-the-blue, so it could make sense.

Maybe that’s why Business Bot’s wheels were found, but not Business Bot. 404 maybe didn’t need wheels so it just dropped them somewhere random.

But if 404 made itself a body, then what is it internally? You know what I mean?

There’s not enough evidence to completely prove my theory, but hey; what’s theorising without a risk you’re completely wrong?

That’s all from me. We’ll have to see what happens Next Stream…

1/4/23

What just happened?…

What.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

I think my ‘404 being an Ennard-Type Situation’ Theory is True.

Let’s just see the Clip…

Let's list some facts...

So.

Something tried to hack into ADHOC's System; presumably 404.

Fandroid starts panicking, and Melody is trying to calm him down.

BEEP-0 is the one making announcements.

Fandroid and Melody start to try and make this situation less serious.

Fandroid and Melody eventually end the Stream early.

Now onto some Theories...

So I think 404 might actually be an Ennard-type situation. From what we heard from BEEP-0's announcement roll-call, Business Bot and Frogbot's statuses are unknown. We already know Business Bot is missing, (possibly dismantled), so I'd assume Frogbot has suffered the same fate... I mean, they did draw down a picture on what 404 looked like, so maybe 404 took Frogbot out because of that? Or maybe because 404 needs extra parts for it's new body.

Fandroid at one point questions why BEEP-0 "always is saying that negative things are happening when positive things are going on, but the second the scary things happens he says everything is ok"... I think that might just be BEEP-0, but I'll note this down just in-case something happens with BEEP-0 in the future.

And that's about as much as I can remember...

There's defintetly more Theories in my brain, it's just I'm too tired to remember them... (It's Midnight when I'm posting this...)

But that's as much as I can remember at the moment!

Also, another thing... You know how BEEP-0 said that the thing that was trying to hack the ADHOC Systems was an "amateur" and that how they were "The G.O.A.T"? Well...

I think it managed to hack into something.

#Fandroid #Melody #Fandroid the Musical Robot #Theory #Theories!!#:O #:D

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It’s taken me a long time to finally post something. So here goes. A little background about me. I am a 42 year old male who is happily married, father to a teenage daughter, and has a great career as a EMS provider. I wouldn’t classify myself not so much as a little but more of a diaper lover as I’ve been in an out of diapers since I was 14, either by choice or for medical reasons.

When I was 14 I randomly started setting the bed and would take baby diapers and pull-ups from my younger siblings to prevent cleanup and hide if from my parents. That was until my siblings all grew out of diapers. I was classified as lazy and disgusting once I was caught wetting the bed. I was sent to numerous doctors who all said the same. Oh he will grow out of it. The only problem is, I didn’t. My previous wife (my daughter’s mother) had a bed wetting issue. So I introduced her to diapers for sanitary reasons. Initially it was great and we had a lot of fun with it but the glamour wore off and she refused to wear and chastised me for wanting to wear them. Again I was labeled gross and weird.

I never really had daytime issues and was mostly dry at night until about 4 years ago. I was working a 24 hour shift on an ambulance and while asleep I wet the bed. I was horrified. I now had to clean the bed that is shared with 2 other shifts and hide my wet clothes. (I always had a spare uniform with me on shift. You never know what kind of bodily fluids you can get on your clothes during a medical emergency.) My current wife was made aware of my issues early in our relationship and was accepting. We even had diapers at home in case I found the need to wear or have been drinking. After that incident it work the very next night I wet the bed at home. So I started wear diapers again at night. Mattresses aren’t very cheap.

I made an appointment with my primary care and was referred to a urologist. The urologist did all these different tests and couldn’t find out why I was leaking. She ended up prescribing me with an OAB med to try and limit urine production at night. As for work I immediately put in for a position in the office setting and was awarded a 911 dispatch shift at nights.

So for the past year I’ve been diapered at night where ever I sleep. It wasn’t so bad until about 6 months ago when while doing CPR on a patient I completely wet myself in the ER. Everyone was so apologetic but meanwhile I was completely embarrassed. To make matters worse I was brought a pair of paper pants and a pull-up to wear by the ER staff, “Just in case.” When I got home from my shift I went to take my pull-up off and noticed it was quite wet and didn’t recall actually using it. I wrote it off as maybe I forgot and just peed it. So I changed out of my uniform and into regular clothes. While sitting on the couch watching tv my wife came in and told said, “Uh honey, You’re wet.” I reached down and sure enough I was soaked along with the couch. I went to the bathroom to change and was provided a diaper and sweatpants by my wife. I love this woman. She is so accepting of me and wouldn’t know what to do without her.

Anyways. I fought for months to keep from wearing during the day and would have frequent accidents. She wouldn’t say anything but I could tell she was getting frustrated. I didn’t want to wear a diaper all day at 42 years old. Then one night when working I completely wet myself while in dispatch. Being that our dispatch center is recorded I had to break down and tell my director about my accident. She was also very supportive and offered any help she could.

Another call to another urologist ended in a different test. This time a biofeedback was completed and during the test I started leaking at approx 68.2mls. This is way lower than the typical capacity of an adult of 2-400mls. As he couldn’t see any reason why I was still leaking. He thinks it was a birth defect and my bladder has atrophied so much that I’ve outgrown it. During an IV dye test and MRI he also noticed my sphincters don’t operate properly. I was given a diagnosis of Urinary Incontinence secondary to Bladder Atrophy and Intrinsic Sphincter Deficiency.

I am having a hard time accepting this especially with my career as I still work on ambulance from time to time and am a active volunteer firefighter for my community. Just know that each and everyone that I follow helps me accept this a little more. It makes me happy that at least there are people out there who enjoy diapers and help try to normalize something that is so taboo. Thank you each and everyone of you.

#incontinence #boys in diapers #incontinent #bed wetting #pants wetting #adult diaper #diaper wetting #ab dl #wetting accident #diaper pee #diaper bulge #diaperchange

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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Mikan (pt. 16)

Hey guys. What's up? Long time no post.

Last time, we began one of the most exciting arcs in the manga, the Hanahime Den Arc (aka the New Year's Arc, aka the Discovering Natsume Arc, aka the Flower Garden Association Party Arc, aka That One Arc With Aoi In It, aka the Natsume/Ruka Backstory Arc... Really whatever you wanna call it). Today we'll continue exploring that arc, particularly one incredibly important theme that means the world to me regarding Mikan's very sweet feelings for Natsume.

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Chapter Fifty-Six

The kids dress up. Hotaru and Mikan are wearing very feminine kimonos for the event. Ruka is relieved that his and Natsume’s kimonos aren’t furisode, but they are both still self-conscious. (I wish I could comment more on this in a specific way, but I’m not versed in Japanese traditional wear to the point where I can say what looks more masculine and feminine. I am very western in this way. Serbian folk costume is more or less: dress=feminine, pants=masculine. I’m learning more and more but for now, whenever I see these chapters, I just think, “Wow, these clothes are so pretty!!” and that’s about it. Anyway I loVE folk costume. I’m obsessed with all cultures’ folk costumes.)

In any case, Mikan is quick to comment on how good they look, specifically commenting that Natsume doesn’t look as much like a drag queen as she’d expected (ahh… 2000s humor. RIP). This is "supposed to be a compliment," but he doesn’t take it as one. Mikan gets angry that she got him angry and swears that she’ll let his hand go as soon as they get to the party. That page alone has some intriguing panels. There’s one of angry Natsume, one of angry Mikan, and one of them snuggling! Bizarre! I like to think that this means Mikan is still thinking about it. She may be angry, but she’s still fixated on that moment, perhaps still concerned about his cryptic words. How sweet.

But she won't let go of his hand now, of course. Just later.

Narumi escorts them to the party, warning them not to do anything rude because the MSP is capricious. Even the smallest slight could offend her. This is as much a warning to us as it is to the kids. We will see MSP’s capriciousness soon for ourselves. In fact, the next page features the MSP mourning the fact that boys will be allowed in her palace against her wishes, only for her flower princesses to offer to create a fun diversion for her. Mikan isn’t present for that scene, but it’s important because we can see that the MSP is indeed so capricious that Mikan was destined to be bullied and mistreated before she’d even arrived in time to do anything offensive.

They arrive at the palace and it truly is a palace, much bigger than the middle school building and dorms combined. Mikan is awestruck by everything she sees, by Yamanouchi Shizune’s impressive appearance, the huge building, the party full of incredible decorations--she’s definitely the most visibly impressed.

I think it’s important that Mikan is not just the most childish character in the manga, but a “tactless hick” as well. Mikan grew up in the country, lived in a tiny village and went to a small school. There were no huge buildings or extravagant parties, nothing impressive for the culture fests. Mikan is easily impressed, not just by the fantastical alice elements of this new world (like we are too), but by everything new. It’s not just the alice world that’s new to her; everything is. Furthermore, she refuses to be quiet about her amazement. Whenever she likes something, she says it out loud and proud. No, she’s not the most polite girl, but she is so positive and upbeat. Mikan is not just our Alice in Wonderland, a character through whom the reader discovers a new world. She’s a character in her own right.

The group has to pass the middle school girls’ party on the ground floor before ascending to the Hanahime Party upstairs. As they move, they overhear a lot of gossip. All of them get a little annoyed having to listen to it, but the gossip thrown at Mikan is perhaps the worst, and a precursor to the way she’ll be treated by the flower princesses upstairs: she’s just an ordinary girl, plain and boring and unimpressive--so how on earth did she get invited??

They ALL get somehow targeted by these whisperings... so rude. Though I doubt Hotaru is very offended by a reputation of being "beautiful but strange."

I like Mikan being unimpressive on the outside because it’s honestly exhausting to see every single female protagonist in media being gorgeous and brilliant in every way, an independent and beautiful trailblazer! GA already has characters like that, who are beautiful or smart or both. Mikan doesn’t have to be smart or pretty to be important. The boys who like her are interested in her because of her kindness and excitable nature, not because of her beauty or intelligence. So this occasional outside commentary on Mikan being ordinary makes me happy. They assume that because she’s not gorgeous or academically impressive like Hotaru that there’s no reason why she should stand out. And yes, it’s true that Mikan was not invited because the MSP was impressed by her. No, she was invited because Natsume is impressed by her, because her invitation was a way to lure him in. She is important, even if it’s not in a way that’s instantly valued by the gossipy middle school girls at the party.

The gossip almost gets to her, but seeing Nobara in the crowd cheers her up. Mikan has met Nobara only three times so far. They spent a few hours together at the Christmas Prep, I assume, and that sort of time can get people close, but it’s still impressive that they have such a close bond after so few meetings. And even though Nobara seems obsessed with Mikan, it’s important to note that Mikan always seems just as excited to see her. She loves giving and receiving affection, so even though Nobara's obsession might seem bizarre to anyone else, Mikan welcomes the attention and never judges her for it. But Natsume yanks her back before they can rush to each other.

Nobara is horrified that Natsume is there, demanding to know why Natsume is here at all and then telling Mikan that he shouldn’t be here, that she should stop him. The whole hand-holding thing has been weird to Mikan from the start, but she just assumed he was up to some stupid sadistic trick. His weird comment about the ruse ending soon was a red flag that something else might be going on, but because Natsume never explains anything, she couldn’t really come to any new conclusions. Nobara’s warning here is just another alarm that something about Natsume’s behavior isn’t just annoying--it’s concerning. Nobara is genuinely frightened for Natsume and that comes across in her warning to Mikan, even if Mikan can’t linger to chat about it.

Mikan dragged Natsume around earlier without him complaining so I guess it's only fair he'd drag her around now.

Thus Mikan will keep Nobara’s warning in mind. No matter how quickly she seems to recover from serious or concerning topics, Mikan always remembers them. Nobara’s warning is important in another way too, because Misaki overheard her and made sure to relay the information to Tsubasa.

They finally arrive at the exclusive party to meet the Hanahime girls. Himemiya is beautiful. Mikan is always overwhelmed when around beautiful people, but she doesn’t forget Narumi’s warning, and her awe is staved off a bit by Himemiya’s bizarre behavior around Hotaru. She can be serious too! She doesn’t always get carried away. (Relatively…)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Conveniently (or inconveniently, if you asked Himemiya), the Ruka mochi gang instantly separate upon entering the party. Perhaps the “ruse” of Natsume’s has reached its end, because he rips his hand away. Mikan rejoices at her freedom, but it’s short-lived.

Because she is singled out pretty instantly.

All of the flower princesses have pretty flower names. Hotaru is given one straight-away on account of being a candidate to become one of them. But the rest of the group get names too--Natsume and Ruka seem to be easily adopted by the flower princesses. It’s just Mikan and Youichi who are left out.

I talked about the reasons why with Natsume’s essay but I’ll recap here. Himemiya is angry to have disgusting boys in her palace (she’s one of those... gross :P), and the flower princesses are trying to comfort her by entertaining her. This entertainment comes in the form of vicious bullying, something Himemiya doesn’t only tolerate--she encourages. (Himemiya is not "one of the good guys" in the way the HSP could be categorized as, even though she isn't necessarily "one of the bad guys" like the ESP.) There’s four candidates for bullying. Hotaru is obviously out of the question because she’s a potential flower princess herself, a beautiful and intelligent girl worthy of Himemiya’s attention and chosen as a candidate authentically, not because of outside pressures. That leaves the others, unfortunate cargo in Persona’s plan. I don’t think the flower princesses are privy to all the details in the plan, but the boys have obviously been permitted to come for a reason. Besides, they’re both very handsome, so the princesses don’t feel the desire to be cruel to them. Then there’s plain and ordinary Mikan, who didn’t deserve the invitation in the first place. What has she done to earn Himemiya’s attention? Nothing, really. She’s neither pretty nor intelligent, so the princesses write her off. She will be the one bullied by the princesses to entertain Himemiya.

Youichi is collateral, but definitely not singled out the way Mikan is.

No, I'm not really a big fan of Himemiya. I don't really get how letting teenagers bully a little girl is "entertainment." Maybe that's just me.

They proceed to the banquet, where a feast awaits them. Mikan mentions that she hadn’t had any breakfast because she expected to eat a lot at the party. But she doesn’t really get to eat anything here either, because the princesses move all the food to the other guests, conveniently leaving Mikan with nothing to eat. The bullying isn’t actually subtle, though the princesses put on airs about it. They move the food in order to serve the others, which alarms Mikan, but it’s strange to think that the others didn’t pick up on it.

When Mikan’s starvation is pointed out, it’s not because the princesses have noticed they’d made a mistake, it’s only to further bully her. If she’s not eating, it must be because her stomach hurts, so she should have some disgusting medicine.

The thing is that Mikan is still heeding Narumi’s advice. She’s trying to be on her best behavior, like he told her to be. We know that Mikan isn’t the type to let herself be bullied. She stands up for herself. She fights back. But fighting back here wouldn’t be in good form. She might just get further bullied. Additionally, she’s obviously not a princess candidate, but Hotaru is. If she acts out, it might reflect poorly on her best friend, potentially even robbing her of an opportunity she certainly deserves. So if you were wondering why Mikan doesn’t fight back or argue with these girls (when she's been bullied by far more threatening figures and never tolerated it), it’s because of that.

She’s pressured into drinking the medicine, meaning she won’t be able to eat for a while. She’s already hungry, now destined to get even hungrier, and she’s just consumed a foul “medicine.” If Nadeshiko’s comment is to be taken seriously, then the concoction is made of some truly sickening things, like frogs’ eyeballs and centipede legs. The medicine doesn’t cure sickness, it creates it. It also smells awful, so her friends don’t want to be around her, not even Youichi, who is also being left out a little (though not at all to the same extent).

Next, they start playing some games, where the loser has to pay some penalty for losing. The thing is, Mikan stinks so she has to play further away and thus never stood a chance of winning. In no time at all, Mikan is defeated. She’s on her very best behavior but is being bullied anyway. Her face has been doodled on, she’s been made a fool of, she’s hungry and sick and smelly. Nobody is standing up for her. Everyone else seems to be having a much better time than her.

It sure would be nice if someone were to... I don't know... actually call out the flower princesses for their behavior. Whatever.

Hotaru comes by with a wet towel, sure, but she’s decked out with an insulting gas mask and doesn’t stick around long. It’s obvious that her friends can see that she’s being mistreated, but they don’t do much to stand up for her. When the flower princesses brush aside the idea of inviting Mikan to play the next game, only Natsume stands up to leave. The others are obviously put off by it, but they don’t do much (that Mikan can see).

Hotaru gets back at Nadeshiko (the main bully) through a prototype of a game, but the thing is that this tactic focuses more on humiliating Nadeshiko than helping Mikan. Nadeshiko is 1. touched that Hotaru chose her to play with, even if it makes a fool out of her, and 2. just toyed with a little. Meanwhile, Mikan watches from a distance and only sees everyone having fun without her. Teasing Nadeshiko doesn’t really help Mikan at all, and it certainly doesn’t stop Nadeshiko or the other flower princesses from bullying her even more. I'm pointing this out because this is Mikan's essay, so only her POV is relevant to me.

Mikan watches sadly, hungry and sick. She feels lonely, miles away from her friends, the only one who’s having a bad time. She misses her other friends, her senpais and her classmates. She wants to go home. Even though she’d been so excited to come here, it’s actually a terrible experience.

And then somebody puts a mandarin shaped chestnut kinton on her head. Natsume tells her to eat up. The orange shape is perfect for someone like her. Natsume is the only person who actually comforts and helps Mikan with her bullying. He sits beside her. He may downplay why he’s there, but he’s obviously here because he was concerned about her. He came to feed her because her stomach was growling. She reminds him that she smells, that everyone’s avoiding her. But Natsume tells her he’d rather be around her than smell the stupid perfumes of the Hanahime girls.

He chooses her. (And she will choose him.)

Hotaru’s tactic of getting back at Nadeshiko didn’t actually help Mikan feel better. But Natsume is making the choice to isolate himself with Mikan. They’re aligned now. Mikan and Natsume are outside of the system of fancy perfumes and shallow performances. She may have been excluded by force, but he makes it clear that he’d rather be left out with her than included with them. She’s more important than they are. Sure, they might bicker a little, but both Natsume and Mikan actually enjoy that and find it comforting, normal.

And we’ve finally reached my favorite aspect of the NatsuMikan relationship. Yes, it’s been said a thousand times that Mikan is Natsume’s sunshine, that she brings light to his dark life, that she saved him and continues to save him. This is all true, but the more underappreciated side of it is that Natsume is Mikan’s sunshine too.

Natsume is capable of making her sad and angry, yes. But he also has the tendency to make her forget all her problems. He makes her feel normal again, sparkly on the inside. She even says something to that extent here, commenting on how talking with Natsume always cheers her up. He “sees through” all her problems and then blows them away instantly. “He blew away my cloudy sky. Weird guy.”

He is her sunshine! My favorite part of their relationship!

Mikan is Natsume’s sun. Natsume is Mikan’s sun. They comfort each other, bring each other joy and solace, more than anybody else.

It’s really awesome that Mikan makes Natsume happy. He has such a miserable life that he needs someone who can bring him joy. But there’s so much focus on his feelings that Mikan’s get overlooked. Despite how hard he tries to be unlikeable and to keep his distance, Mikan still cares about him. He still manages to make her happy, to cheer her up even when she’s being terribly bullied and excluded.

He leaves to go to the bathroom, but she tells him to hurry back so they can eat together.

Mikan has known Natsume for a few months now. She’s been very curious about him all along and has wanted to be his friend for a while. But he’s always so unpleasant and rude. Their relationship got to this point at a gradual pace. This is perhaps the first time that Mikan wants to hang out with him, alone, for as long as possible. Before, she felt uncomfortable even talking to him. She wanted to escape or find somebody else to talk to. Even just a few days ago, during the Christmas Ball, Natsume was the guy she settled for when she couldn’t find her other friends.

I really genuinely can't see how any other ship compares. In GA or otherwise. They will be always be number one to me. I just wish they'd gotten to eat together and chat a lil.

But now, she wants to hang out with Natsume.

And Natsume specifically, because you already know how important that concept is to me. She's not settling this time, just because he's the only one willing to be around her right now. Instead, she's realized that being around him makes her happy, so why not eat together and hang out? They could be left out of the party together.

He brushes her off and insists she eat without him.

Himemiya warns him though. If he wanders where he shouldn’t, he’ll be on his own to deal with the consequences.

The fourth red flag regarding Natsume’s presence here at the palace. Mikan is thoroughly worried about him now. She still doesn’t know why he even came here, but Nobara’s and Himemiya’s warnings as well as the cryptic way Natsume talked about the ruse all plant seeds of worry in her mind.

She’s distracted a little by the flower princesses’ phony apology. They pretend to feel bad and invite her to the kitchen to bring out the desserts, but there are no desserts. Mikan and Youichi are trapped in a dark room by themselves, locked up with nowhere to go.

Mikan is unworthy of her invitation. She should never have come here, as ordinary and unimpressive as she is. She is locked up now so she can think hard about how lowly she is compared to the others.

This is not Mikan’s first time being bullied, but there’s no way to get used to this sort of treatment. Mikan doesn’t actually think very highly of herself, and the frequent bullying she faces doesn’t really help. She doesn’t fully value her own alice, her appearance, her creativity, her great big heart or unwavering optimism.

Mikan is alone with a toddler in a dark room. The only person who made her feel normal and happy all day is gone.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

The flower princesses accuse Mikan of cheating her way into getting invited. She demands to be released, but they leave her and Youichi on their own. She pleads for someone to figure it out.

She eventually runs out of energy. She feels especially guilty because Youichi was only locked in with her incidentally. Mikan is the one who is hated. Youichi just got punished because of bad luck. She apologizes to him, which seems to move him somehow. He offers to share some candy with her. It’s very sweet how their relationship has progressed. When she first met him, he refused to share his howalon with her, but now he’s offering his candy unprompted.

But Mikan never gets to eat her candy because a mouse steals it. It’s for the best, though, because the candy was actually a Gulliver candy, and Youichi consequently aged ten years!

They’re eventually found by their friends, but only after Youchi kicks the door open for them.

The flower princesses who bullied Mikan are to face punishment for their actions, potentially even being kicked out of the group. But Mikan tells them to forgive the girls, even despite the awful things she just went through. She said just a few minutes ago that she hated them, but I think that now that she’s out, she can see the situation more clearly.

Before, they couldn't see what could make Mikan special because she was neither gorgeous nor particularly intelligent. But now they love her because of how kind she is (though it might not be entirely kindness that motivates her here).

Natsume never sees the hype in this sort of thing. He thought this party was stupid and shallow, something they were both above. And then Youichi showed his kindness by offering his candy, even if it was Gulliver candy. The party that she’d wanted to go to so badly doesn’t really matter anymore. She doesn’t want to be a flower princess anymore. She has people who love her and want to spend time with her even if she might be "unworthy." They don't need her to prove herself, so how good could a group that does require a degree of "worthiness" be?

Additionally, Mikan is a kind, compassionate, and forgiving girl. The princesses did all this because they were protective of their group, because they love Himemiya. So she forgives them.

(Though I think just chalking all this behavior up to two girls being spoiled is letting Himemiya off a little easy. She was obviously entertained all along and will continue this arc acting in ways that benefit her own amusement more than any moral stance.)

And it’s only now, when the princesses can see past her average looks and unimpressive smarts to see what makes Mikan so amazing and special: her big heart. Now she is Mikan no Kimi! Yes, she’s only given a flower name after she stops caring about it. For a while now, she's been more interested in eating kinton with Natsume than getting a flower name.

But Shizune points out that even though Mikan surely didn’t cheat to get invited, it is suspicious that she was selected. Becoming Natsume’s partner, somehow, and now this--she must be special somehow. Mikan has been asked this and has wondered it itself since she first enrolled. She’s singled out and can’t tell Shizune why because not even she knows. Nobody tells her anything.

And then Youichi reminds them all that Natsume is still missing. It’s only now that they get any semblance of an explanation for all this. Himemiya may be a freak, but allowing Natsume to attend was Persona’s doing.

Another arc with emphasis on saving Natsume, who prefers to save others.

Persona, for some reason, is allowed free reign in much of Himemiya’s territory, particularly here where her barrier alice is strongest. What is certain is that if Natsume was lured here, then nothing good is waiting for him.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

The flower princesses who bullied Mikan last chapter are now strangely protective of her after she forgave them. They insist that the group shouldn’t go after Natsume, but Mikan insists that they have to. She has a bad feeling that he might get hurt, and we know already from the Reo Arc that Mikan trusts her gut 100%. She didn’t think at all about consequences when going back for him then and she’s not thinking about the consequences of looking for him now. This isn’t optional.

Natsume has been acting strange all day. He wanted to come here, to look for something, and that’s strange because Natsume doesn’t ever want to do things. The fact that they’re being warned against going after him only makes her more concerned. Natsume’s already down there, probably in danger, so they have to go after him to make sure he’s safe. Luckily, her friends are all on her side. Hotaru, Ruka, and Youichi all take off with her, rushing to the basement.

I know my analysis here is short but I actually really enjoy this chapter. It's just... not a lot of content for me to analyze.

They’re trapped in the bowels of darkness for a while, descending the stairs into the basement. They’re confronted by Hayate, on the DA class’s discipline squad. He is here to punish Natsume, but because some stragglers have joined, he’s been sent to take them out. The discipline squad is used to working against the effects of the strong barrier down here. The other kids aren’t. Thus, Hayate is at a significant advantage. He probably would win effortlessly, except that he catches sight of Hotaru and falls instantly in love with her.

Chapter Sixty

Hayate loses all interest in fighting them now that he’s seen Hotaru’s face. The others are incredibly confused by his complete 180 in behavior. They decide to just walk away if he’s not attacking anymore. He continues to pursue them, trying to hit on Hotaru, until they run into another discipline squad member, Rui. Rui came here, looking for a “cute guy.” He’s the one to recognize aged-up Youichi.

A fight ensues. Rui’s alice is incredibly dangerous and Youichi’s is the only match for it.

Mikan wants to run, but Youichi tells her not to look.

And that’s not just him talking.

Mikan cares for Youichi, obviously, but it's interesting that so much of that care is related to her care for Natsume.

Mikan remembers all that she’s learned about the DA class from Reo, who described an organization that trains the children to be spies. There’s a darkness in this school and it manifests most powerfully in the DA class. Natsume looks out for Youichi, partly because nobody else does. After all, nobody looks out for him either.

Mikan has already seen little glimpses of what Natsume’s regular life is like within the DA class during the Z Arc, when she watched him fight, be strategic, think like a soldier instead of a kid. Youichi is only three, though, and he seems just as used to fighting. And he’s telling her not to look.

Because all the DA class kids are different from the rest of the school. They live a horrible, dark life, isolated from others because others won’t understand their experiences, because other kids bully them. Even a toddler like Youichi thinks in a way no child should, especially at three, that he needs to protect Mikan even if he gets hurt.

(Because Natsume told him to protect the others. That’s just how DA kids are.)

But Mikan doesn’t like that. Youichi almost gets hit by a surprise attack before Mikan tackles him, protecting him with her alice. Mikan doesn’t want to just sit back and be protected. She wants to do the protecting too, especially since her alice works best protecting others. The problem is that her alice is harder to use with this barrier, so she gets a little cut from Hayate’s alice. Rui recognizes her then as Natsume’s partner and taunts her that coming here was pointless because Natsume will be trapped in the dungeon forever.

Both Mikan and Ruka are horrified to hear that. Mikan remembers the ESP’s ominous warning on Christmas, that she should be careful not to lose anything important to her. It seems that the superstition might have some truth to it, because if Natsume gets locked up forever, then she’ll certainly be losing something important.

She demands to know why Natsume would be locked up, but Rui doesn’t seem to have all the details. He mentions Natsume falling for stupid bait and coming to find his sister.

Wake up, babe! New Natsume lore dropped! (We already knew that, though.)

Ruka is obviously affected by this news, but he knows about Natsume already so that makes sense.

Mikan is surprised by this. She’d been so irritated with him but all of this had been his desperate effort to find his sister. Of course, he never told her that because he never tells her anything, so it makes sense that she’d be irritated with him. In any case, she’s entirely concerned now. Natsume is being punished, being called a criminal. He was lured here with rumors about his sister, who shouldn’t be locked up anyway.

The point is that Natsume is here for a noble cause and he’s going to be punished, which is simply unfair. Mikan cares about him and doesn’t want to lose him because he matters to her. She was able to use an impressive amount of alice to keep Natsume at school with her, up to bat against the stealing alice threatening to take him away from her. She won’t let Persona take him either.

But Rui ramps up to punish them and move on, but he’s interrupted by Tsubasa arriving just in time.

Sixty-One

The group fills Tsubasa in on the situation. The priority is to save Natsume before he can get locked up. Turns out Rui is infatuated with Tsubasa. It’s interesting how these fights are complicated by the question of attraction. Hayate for Hotaru, Rui for Tsubasa. The DA kids are so weird. I don’t have a point about that. It’s just an interesting trend.

Something something the Reo Arc focused on Mikan showing Natsume that he has something to live for and this arc shows him how many people are willing to fight for him. Whatever.

Turns out Tsubasa’s curse mark was created as a punishment by Rui, who can inflict pain on him whenever he wants. Where Hayate’s crush on Hotaru made him pretty harmless, Rui is the opposite. He is sadistic in some ways, and won't hold back just because he likes Tsubasa. But Hotaru has had enough dilly-dallying. They need to save Natsume, not waste time on these idiots.

(And it’s so interesting that she looks at Ruka and assures him to his face that they will save Natsume. I'll save that for another essay, I suppose.)

Ruka surprises them all by summoning rats to attack Hayate and Rui. Mikan is shocked, and so is the reader (ideally) because Ruka has never used his alice violently before. It turns out his alice has some substantial potential to cause epic damage, but that’s not the kind of person Ruka is. He loves animals. Whereas Yuri hates her own alice, and Narumi and Reo view their pheromones as weapons or tools for manipulation, Ruka’s alice has always been an accessory to his love for animals. He uses his alice to aid communication, to tame animals through love and gentleness. He hates the idea of hurting animals, or manipulating them, so he would never use his alice like this normally.

But he loves Natsume too, and that’s how desperate he is to save his best friend: he’d even risk hurting these rats for him.

That’s as good a warning as any that this situation is serious and dangerous, on par with the Z Arc. Hayate and Rui might be funny characters, but this is not a comedic arc.

Ruka says that Natsume had started to lose hope in life before meeting Mikan (and the others, but… we know the truth), but that he’s different now. He loudly defends Natsume, insisting that he won’t allow Natsume to be called a criminal anymore, and he certainly won’t allow him to be locked up. Ruka announces that he’ll stay with Tsubasa and Yoichi while Mikan and Hotaru go ahead to save Natsume.

Saving Natsume without Ruka? That's not even possible! (Which is why Ruka would NEVER have left Natsume's side before his death, not for all the burns in the world, not for any of Natsume's pleading or Tsubasa trying to grab him, nothing. I will always be bitter.)

Mikan can’t hear his tragic internal monologue about this decision, but she doesn’t have to. Ruka not being there to save Natsume is ridiculous. Ruka has to save Natsume, because nobody loves him the way Ruka does. And of course she thinks this way, because Natsume’s biggest defender from the start was Ruka. Her very first day at the academy, she’d heard nothing but bad rumors about Natsume, but Ruka was the only person to shut those rumors down. He’s always by Natsume’s side, always standing up for him, always insisting that there’s more to Natsume than there might appear. Ruka has been saving Natsume time and time again, doing his best to protect his reputation and stand up for him, staying by his side, all in little ways. They might be small actions, but Mikan noticed.

Mikan wouldn’t feel what she feels now about Natsume if it wasn’t for Ruka.

So how could Ruka not be the one to save Natsume?

(Note: these paragraphs are really hard for me to write because I'm crying and the tears are fogging up my glasses. Natsume and Ruka’s friendship simply hits different for me.)

Tsubasa and Youichi join in, pushing Ruka away. They’ll take the fight from here. Ruka and the girls should chase after Natsume and save him. They head off together, and Mikan remembers what Narumi had told her in Chapter Ten, that she should make lots of friends at the academy because they will become precious treasures to her.

She’s always believed in him, but that feels more true now than ever. Her friends are precious to her, so she won’t let Natsume be locked up. And it’s true for them too--Ruka has a precious friend he would do anything for.

As they walk, Ruka tells Hotaru and Mikan that he should finally tell them the truth about Natsume.

About damn time that Mikan finally gets some answers. Not that she isn't already in love with him, but she's waited long enough!

Dear God, we’ve been waiting for this one for a long fucking time. More than sixty chapters to finally “discover” Natsume. Mikan has been looking so closely at him for so long to figure him out. She ended up seeing a lot that she liked, to the point where she’s gained a pretty sizable crush on him (even if she is unaware of it), but he remains a mystery. So much of what he does is inexplicable and bizarre.

Natsume would never tell Mikan this story. He never talks about himself like this. It only makes sense that Ruka would be the one to share, because he’s always the one to share. Natsume wants to protect people from his dark life, but Ruka wants to protect him, and the best way to do that now is by telling the girls everything, the entire story of how they came to the academy.

Conclusion

Natsume is Mikan's sunshine and she's willing to fight for him, no matter what! Today has already taught her so much, and yet the day hasn't even come close to ending! Tomorrow I'll post again! I'm not sure how many more parts this arc will have. Maybe two? We'll see. The analysis coming up is long and detailed! I'll be discussing lots of things!

I'm officially back! I got a new job (for real this time) which is Monday to Friday from 8 am to 4 pm for the next four months. So I won't be posting on weekdays from now on (maybe on Fridays depending on how tired I am). I'll try to write in the meantime because I have a lot of analysis to do to maintain a good gap! I wanna be ahead of y'all.

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blackkatmagic · 2 years

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Ahhh okay thank you for letting me know it didn’t go through haha! Here’s the idea again— mainly just wondering what your thoughts are about it, but feel free to take whatever inspires you from it and run with it, if anything does XD I doubt I’ll ever write it but I still like to chat about the idea.

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Fives refuses to leave Echo behind at the Citadel and finds him heavily injured but alive. After all is said and done, Echo is missing his right arm and leg, and is deaf in his right ear due to a fully ruptured ear drum. He is going to be sent back to Kamino to be “reassigned”… or at least that’s what the Kaminoans tell the Jedi. In reality, there’s a 99% chance he’s actually just going to be decommissioned.

Echo is depressed and resigned to his fate, but Fives and Rex refuse to give up so easily. They go to Anakin and tell him the truth of what will happen if Echo is sent back to Kamino, and beg him to stop it. They convince Anakin to help them and he pulls some strings with the Chancellor to get Echo reassigned to the Coruscant Guard instead, as it’s supposed to be an “easy” post.

Spoiler alert: it’s not.

The Corrie Guard are a tight knit group and try to keep their more vulnerable members (which right now, Echo is, as much as he hates it) away from the abusive Senators and citizens as much as they can, but they are not always successful. It’s one such day when Echo and Padmé meet.

Echo has been given the ridiculous task of getting caf for one of the senators, but because of his junky hearing aid, he heard their order wrong. The Senator throws the scalding hot caf at Echo and it short-circuits his prosthetic arm. The Senator is hurling verbal abuse at him the entire time, and that’s what Padmé walks in on.

To say she is furious is an understatement.

She swiftly puts herself between Echo and the Senator, dressing him down with vicious remarks as she barely restrains herself from punching the man’s lights out. After she has left the Senator cowering, she turns back to Echo and helps him out of the senators office.

Once they’re in the hallway, she insists she escort Echo to the hospital, but Echo politely refuses. So Padmé settles for him coming to her office so she can check him over, and she won’t take no for an answer, so Echo relents.

When they get to her office, as she is checking Echo over, she talks about how she will have the Senator expelled from the senate for this. Echo tells her that he appreciates her care, but that will never happen. Padmé is confused, because surely if word spread of the senator’s assault on an innocent guard, the people will rally to have him removed from office?

This is when Echo opens her eyes to the truth of things. No one sees the clones as people. According to the law, they aren’t. They’re property of the Kaminoan government, that’s all.

Padmé is horrified to realize this, and in her mind, a plan begins to form. Externally though, she just tells Echo that she is sorry, and that if he ever needs anything, he can come to her.

From here Padmé starts to offer assistance to the entirety of the Corrie Gaurd, whether that be just her office couch to catch a few minutes of sleep on, or a place to hide from the worse senators. Ultimately, after they begin to trust her, she’d work with them on fighting for clone rights— and Echo will be the face of the campaign. They bond while working together and slowly begin to fall for each other, but feel held back by their duties and roles from confessing to one another.

Not sure what the whole Padmé/Anakin situation would be. Probably Padmé leaving him, but before or after she realizes her feelings for Echo? I don’t know.

Anyway, that’s my idea 😂 would love to hear your thoughts as a fellow rarepair shipper!

I think it's a really fun setup and a fantastic ship! The prompt hits a little too close to home for me, though, I think - I'm disabled in that I can't use one of my arms, and the idea of having a prosthetic and then having it sabotaged like that is kind of triggering to me personally. No shade, though! I could see it being very well-done, and I love the idea of Padme throwing herself into getting full rights for the clones, and especially her and Echo growing into each other that way. ^^

#kat answers

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Okay, so I’m catching up on your podcast - fucking LOVE btw - but I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ALICE’S BIRTHDAY SHOULD BE!!! Like what is this girls sign/energy??

this is the greatest question you could have ever possibly asked me I just need you to know I am absolutely delighted right now

not god nor the devil nor smeyer can take air sign alice away from me 🔪😠

if I’m not mistaken smeyer once said somewhere in the guide (or maybe it was an interview) that alice was born earlier in the year than edward. edward’s birthday is june 20th which would imply that alice was born in 1901 prior to june. but I reject this fully. I have a love/hate relationship with the damn official guide anyways because it’s full of contradictions and I hate rectons about my favs so goddamn much (anyone else remember back in the day when jasper used to be 20? and then over the years he somehow became 19? because I fucking do)

anyways. that would mean that alice is probably an aquarius. now, I refuse to believe that alice is anything other than an air sign for reasons that should be obvious but if they aren’t: here you go. now, I don’t hate the idea of aquarius alice. like yeah she sure is an eccentric artistic little weirdo (affectionate) so it does check out but I’m so halfhearted with that assignment.

if we ignore the guide I would say that alice is absolutely a libra. an october libra though, not a september one. I don’t see her getting too deep into october although she (and I admit this so begrudgingly) does seem like she could be more of a scorpio cusp than a virgo one, so really you could put that girl pretty deep into october if you so desired. I simply Do Not.

and honestly I don't think alice has much water in her at all so making her a libra with a scorpio cusp is as much as I'm fucking willing to budge here. that girl's chart is probably dry as a desert or nearly there—jasper is the one that brings all the water to that damn relationship (and you can't tell me that edward isn't a cancer moon/mars, but enough about that bitch)—so she probably has a hefty mix of earth/wind and then fire for ✨flair✨

in fic I usually place her birthday on october 1st because that’s just the random one I selected back in the day but I think any october date on the libra side is chefs kiss perfect

anyways TO WRAP THIS UP, like I said before:

I see her as having mostly earth and air in her chart with a fire placement or three. alice is—and I don't want anyone to argue with me on this one so if you're reading this and feel inclined: save yourself the trouble— absolutely not an emotion-driven character, nor does her characterization really allow for it. she's a conniving little manipulative realist who is so grounded in the world around her because she has to be. she does things for the aesthetic, she does what she has to do to get her way, she's fiercely determined to maintain the status quo (and she also decides what the status quo gets so be), and if she throws some dramatics in here and there than thats! just! her! right! 💅

heres a fun post from 2019 where I bitch more about each characters sign and make my declarations known. I could probably budge on a few of these old placements but overall it still holds up pretty well for me lmfao. also thank you for this message i am now in love with you

#alice cullen

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If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 12 🕺🏼

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

I’m gonna sound insane but I do want kids but I don’t want a partner.

Like… sure, someone to get steamy with occasionally would be nice, but when I picture myself as a mom I want no one else involved (except for friends and family helping out ofc). I wanna raise my child my way. I’m too bossy to have someone co-parent.

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You sound like my adoptive mother but in a good way.

When I think about it you don’t really sound like my adoptive mother because she’s just repulsed by other people’s existence, and I think that’s why she raised me alone. No family or friends helping out. She also refused to let me close to anyone else as she wanted to have full control over me. But she also shut me off and didn’t want me to know stuff in her life, and then demanded to be involved in mine??

Sorry this turned into a rant. Didn’t mean to. Anyway you are NOTHING like her and I am sure you’re gonna be a great single mother one day.

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I’ve gotten asks if I’ve ever thought about putting my art up in an exhibition ☺️ Yes! That would be a lot of fun! My art style is often more cartoony, but I have been thinking of doing more paintings on canvases. Maybe one day I’ll become a professional artist, maybe they’ll put up my paintings in a museum! 🤭

Ok, I’m dreaming big 😉 I’m just happy if one person likes my sketches I make in my notebook 🩷

I hope everyone has a wonderful day! Remember to be yourself! 🌈

🧢 everythingscominguponmaxi Follow

I just wanna say that I see so much unhinged and crazy stuff scrolling through my dashboard, and then comes you with your sweet posts. Filled with calmness and love.

I hope you become a big artist one day and I’ll brag to everyone that I knew you when you were just a little blog on Tumblr

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People are discussing if Regina George is a lesbian or not.

I think she is just high. She cares about no one because she is very high. Kissing people doesn’t feel like much because in her mind they’re probably dancing fruits.

Haha. Maybe Regina has a weird worldview like Cady had. But instead of everyone like animals it’s everyone as fruits or maybe ants. Or furniture. Talking furniture…

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Were you high when you wrote this

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Yes.

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It is so funny to randomly mention to people that I’m a lawyer student.

Anyway, today we’re making carbonara on my youtube channel! Uploading in 2 hours!

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Sometimes I think about my childhood and realize… there were some CLEAR signs.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Yeah…

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Yeah…

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I’m so confused, what is this about?

#Are you three even talking about the same thing??

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Do you guys think I would be a good mom? 😘

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Yes!! Omg

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Yes but you would probably be one of those moms who start a family youtube channel and record everything your kids do, until one day it gets out of hand you get cancelled and your children sue you.

But that is only if you start a family youtube channel😁 Otherwise I’d think you do a splendid job

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Yam’s brutal honesty scares me.

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🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Is she high or just like this? A new song I wrote the other day and thinking of performing later. It’s based on real events.

😎 rapmiro Follow

Idk man Luna can be a little quirky but I don’t like to think she is ever high on anything

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Who says this song is about Luna?

😎 rapmiro Follow

I thought every song you wrote is about Luna?? I thought that was your thing or whatever

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🤣🤣

😎 rapmiro Follow

Why are you reblogging with laughter emojis? Aren’t you offended this song is not about you?

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😂😂

😎 rapmiro Follow

Maybe you are high.

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I went to that site where you can listen to music around the world from different decides and anyway, NO ONE put in A rodar mi vida for Argentina in the 90s smh

I could add it there myself but apparently you need to PAY to get an account there…

#i guess the rest of the world will never know the argentinean bangers of the 90s #also I listened to other countries #why does Iceland in the 70s have such bangers #Finland in the 70s too

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People who think I’m nothing… just you wait… one day the whole world will know the name of Ramiro Balsano

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Balsano…

😎 rapmiro Follow

Ponce*

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

My dude how do you forget your own surname and write someone else we know’s surname

😎 rapmiro Follow

It was a typo

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Are you trying to take my identity, rapper boy? 😉

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No it was a typo

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You’d think I would be more cultured due to living in so many different countries growing up, but all it got me was like. Kids shows that maybe were good but were dubbed in languages I did not speak and if they aired in other countries they might not have the same names, so no one knows what I am talking about.

Anyway the trouble with this is that I sometimes don't know if anything aired globally or if it was a show exclusively shown in that very country and it's so annoying. I’m going around with vague memories of some french dubbed anime except I don’t even know if it was an anime or if I just saw Totally Spies in french, or if it was none of that at all. Maybe it was not even animated in the first place and I’m just gaslighting myself that it was. Maybe it wasn’t even french but actually german.

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When I was small I saw a show where a girl got poured water over her by two mean kids, and her immediate response was to bring out her lasso she carried with her, capture one of the kid’s hands and attempt to drag him down from the balcony.

I remember I became so inspired by this I tried to do it myself by asking my childhood rival to stand on the balcony while I tried to catch her hand with a rope.

We had to stop abruptly because her mother thought I was trying to hit her with it like a whip and forced me to go home.

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I don’t even remember this, but it makes sense. My mom banned Pippi Longstocking in our house because she thought I was gonna learn to ??? throw kids up in trees with super strenght I guess ??

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That is something I also wanted to do and I used to throw my sisters up in trees.

But the lasso girl was another girl, she was blonde and had a pet racoon.

… I guess there’s been a theme with unhinged little girls who perform great revenges on their bullies and question authority and always get in trouble that I’ve always loved and wanted to aspire to.

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Only Camila will say stuff like ”I used to throw my sisters up in trees” and then not elaborate.

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I HATE THIS GAME SO MUCH AAH

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I encourage you letting out your feelings, but I also saw you throwing your nintendo switch across the room almost making a hole in the wall. Please be careful.

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#if dcla characters had tumblr #violetta #soy luna #disney bia #i wanna say if you go to that radio site then it only really works on laptop #on phone you gotta download an app

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shittyblogname · 2 years

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General dating headcanons

Title says it all, probably out of character but idc just enjoy ^^

gonna write for William & Michael rn because I got something to do but a shit ton of headcanons I wanna write

Warnings: William being a pervert, mentions of anorexia/obesity

I’m offended that Tumblr doesn’t have any good FNAF/William gifs and it took forever to find this in the right size

William Afton

if we are talking like manipulative relationship then I’d expect him to cheat on you, a lot

look man you can’t trust him

but y’all simps are here to have fluff or whatever so let’s say he loves you :)

he takes you out to creepy Pizza dates 100%

most likely at his own restaurant because he doesn’t need to pay

bonus if u like the funky lil robots

this man will scare you every chance he gets, when ur cooking, when ur home, even when you just talk to eachother he always says shit like “I need to talk to you about something” and then leaves it at that

doesn’t hesitate to grope you whenever tf he wants

I think we can all unite on the fact that he’s a pervert most likely (not a pedo tho there is a big difference)

I don’t think he’s very empathic, so if you have any sorts of mental illness or other stuff that you struggle with he’s gonna be either evaporated until you feel better or deal with it in a very awkward way

Willy tries tho

mostly just awkward headpats, holding ur hand and listening

doesn’t know what to say man

if you are female, he’s a boob man 100%

if ur working as security guard he would very much appreciate it if you’d leave the top button undone :)

he’s an asshole, so don’t expect him to treat you like royalty but if someone makes fun of you he’ll make sure that they aren’t around to do that anymore ;)

I feel like it can go two ways in a relationship with him, one would be the kind of “love you too blabla” while with the other one he considers you the only person he really wants around himself

totally has lost his virginity with Henry and I refuse to believe something else

takes you to these horror houses all the time

loves it when you squeeze his hand or hide ur face in his shoulder :)

in public he seems like a chill guy tbh, just kinda looms over you with that eerie aura that makes people want to leave you guys alone lol

great if you have social anxiety :D

he’ll talk for you don’t worry

doesn’t really care about your body type unless you are super obese or anorexic, he’ll talk to you about it, trying to figure out a way to get you healthier

goes without saying but he’s rlly mf smart

I mean, it takes some brain to make these robots

so lying to him or something similar won’t get you far

overall he’s a asshole but if you rlly did ur magic on him he’ll be ok :)

Michael Afton

he gives me the biggest trans FTM vibes as a teen and I will die on that hill

just me? Damn

top scars would look so natural on him imo

anyways

totally wears nailpolish

while Michael sounds quite mature in the game series, I picture him as more of a inner child

it’s no secret that William is a terrible father and didn’t give a shit about him, so he never really got to be a kid yk

I especially get this kind of vibe from his little cutscene at the end of SL, wanting to find his father to get revenge I’m assuming

you know these potion making toys? PLEASE bring one home with you and make it a whole evening, he’ll adore it

lets you paint his nails

Post SL I bet he’d be pretty insecure about his looks

doesn’t really talk about it but if you compliment him he’ll just smile to himself about it all week

husband material

he has attachment issues 100%

he’s scared of the dark probably

can’t sleep in the dark either

so you guys have a little nightlight :)

if you do anything around the house, he’ll come up behind you & hug you

respects your boundaries unlike William

he’s pretty Vanilla in the bedroom but I’d say that he’s willing to try some stuff as long as it doesn’t injure you or him

soft dom 100%

can’t bring himself to hurt you ;_;

just, idk. You’re just his little lovebug

he appreciates you sticking around a lot :)

assuming he gets a normal deskjob sometime, I BEG YOU make him those lunchboxes that others would consider cringe or weird

he’ll absolutely love them

I feel like he had snakebites as a teen but took them out to look more like a adult

if you have any kind of mental illness and struggle with it he’s your personal hype man

since he’s never received emotional support when he was younger he doesn’t really know how to reassure you either

but he’ll listen and comfort you

this makes me wanna write a wholesome husband Michael fic

I’m gonna do that now

#Michael Afton x reader #William Afton x reader #Michael Afton #William Afton #Headcanons #imagine #fanfic #writing #FNAF

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ayatosmoles · 2 years

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first date

contains: f!reader, alcohol, one very small suggestive comment, fluff!!

word count: ~1.5k

note: ahh it’s finally here!! this is day one of my event saku-vember, and the prompt is first date!! i’m very excited to post all of these, and i hope you guys like them too. i love kiyoomi very very much, and i decided to portray them in this little series the way i think he really is - an absolute dork. this also occurs when reader and kiyoomi are about 24-25! i hope you guys enjoy!! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated :)

this is a reupload!! i rewrote most of it to transition over to ao3, so if you think you've seen this before then you definitely have :)

the masterlist for saku-vember can be found here!

You have a strange feeling in your stomach. It’s nerves, you know that much, but they're to a degree you aren’t familiar with. A blind date shouldn’t have you so nervous, but it does anyway. You haven’t gone on a date in so long, maybe over two years at this point, and you don’t remember the proper way to prepare emotionally or even physically. What if he doesn’t even like you?

It’s a blind date set up by your friend, Komori. He promised you that you and his friend would be a good match and it would be fun, since neither of you, according to him, have had any action as of late. Admittedly, you’ve been excited up until the hour before you had to leave for the train station. Komori refused to tell you anything about your date other than the fact that he has curly hair and he’s tall - bare minimum identifiers so you aren’t lost trying to find him at the restaurant. You don't know if there's anything that you have in common, your spine shudders at the humiliating small talk you'll be subjected to. You assume he's associated with volleyball, considering his relation to Komori, but you don't know enough about the sport to support a fluid conversation. You feel like a kid being dragged to a play date with a girl you don't even know, the meeting only being an excuse for the moms to gossip, but without the moms.

You stand outside the restaurant, and the anxiety has somehow merged with what you can only call excitement. Sure, the concern over small talk still stands, but you have half a script printed in your mind that involves a slew of different interests that are sure to catch his attention. There's a healthy mix of worry and anticipation. Even if the date crashes and burns, it’ll be a fun story to tell Komori and your friends.

It’s a Sunday night, so the restaurant isn’t as busy as it would’ve been on Friday or Saturday night. Komori said this was on purpose, since the boy you’re set to meet isn’t a fan of crowds. This makes the search for him easy, and you stride over to the lone table you recognize him at in the corner.

“Are you Kiyoomi?”

You stay a considerable distance away from the table as to not frighten or upset him. He looks up from where he was reading the drink menu and he smiles when he processes what you’ve asked. You read it as relieved, like a weight was lifted off of him. You can say the same for yourself, as his smile is welcoming and warm and you think you can get used to seeing him smile like that, as long as it's at you.

“That depends, are you (y/n)?” you laugh and nod, sliding into the seat opposite his. He’s cute, you note. His small smile remains stretched across his pick cheeks. The mop of curls that sits on the top of his head look soft and well taken care of. You can’t exactly tell how tall he is since he’s sitting, and he has a slight hunch over the table, but the way his knees touch yours under the table signifies to you that he's certainly taller.

Before you and him can continue introductions, your waitress comes around to collect your drink orders. You order some kind of margarita, just the first thing you see that looks good, and Kiyoomi orders a martini. You notice the endearing blush get deeper as he stumbles over his words to the waitress, trying not to say the ridiculous name listed on the menu, and he follows it by adding two waters for you and him.

"'Apple-y Ever After', huh?" you ask, lightly teasing his choice of drink.

"The alcohol is light and it just tastes like juice. I don't really like alcohol."

"Why drink, then? You don't have to just because I am," you ask.

"Eh, after a couple it loosens me up a little and I talk more when I'm tipsy. Without that I think this would be the most boring conversation you've ever had," he laughs at his self deprecation.

"I doubt that." The waitress comes back to deliver your drinks, effectively interrupting your conversation, but she leaves just as quick. Sips are taken before you continue talking any more.

“So how do you know Komori?” he asks, propping his chin on his hand.

“We met in college and we go drinking quite a bit together on the weekends,” you smile as you reminisce on the friendship that you have with Komori. “What about you? He just told me you were a friend from high school.”

“He’s my cousin,” he admits with a chuckle at the surprised look on your face.

“He didn’t tell me that! Why wouldn’t he tell me that?”

“It’s embarrassing, but I asked him to tell you that. I thought it would be embarrassing getting my cousin of all people to find me a date. There's no way anyone would agree to dating some guy's cousin.”

“Oh that’s silly, i don’t care. I’m not really one to talk, I've never been able to find a date on my own.”

“That is kind of weird,” your heart, which was high on excitement, dropped slightly, “considering how pretty you are.”

Your heart flutters right back up from its momentary drop.

His smile is so soft, but you recognize a hint of smugness as your heart pumps harder than you ever thought it could.

“You’re such a liar,” you bury your face into the palms of your hands to try and hide the ridiculous grin that is quickly spreading across your face.

“It’s not like me to lie to such a pretty lady, I'd ruin my chances.”

“Would you stop?!” your stomach hurts with how hard you’re laughing, a laugh filled to the brim with shyness and embarrassment. He’s laughing too, and you decide that it’s a laugh you could spend hundreds of years hearing every single day.

You’re able to face him again after taking a minute to collect yourself and your giggles.

“What about you, huh? Why did you need a blind date?”

“Hmm, well people think I’m weird, I guess.” Despite his admission, he still has a beautiful soft smile that connects his red cheeks, “I come off as a dick sometimes, so I don’t exactly attract a lot of people.”

“You’re so pretty, though. Plus, you're not a dick. I'd almost describe you as a perfect gentleman,” you declare. You don’t know where you found the boldness to do so. You’re almost able to anticipate Kiyoomi’s next words, but your brain doesn't work as fast as his mouth.

“Not as pretty as you. And I try really hard as to not be an ass to pretty girls.”

“You have got to stop, you’re going to boost my ego.”

“That can’t be such a bad thing, mine’s pretty big too,” he comically glances his eyes left and right to look for bystanders, “among other things.”

You and kiyoomi have to be making a scene with how hard you’re laughing, and you can’t help but not care.

Your back and forth conversation continues throughout the date. Your laugh gets bolder as you drink more, and Kiyoomi gets giggly. It’s not something you expect, but it’s adorable. The restaurant has to ask you to leave once they're near closing, and Kiyoomi refuses to let you go home alone. It is pretty late, and neither of you want to part ways quite yet. Even when you get to your building, he insists on taking you to your door.

“Thank you for tonight,” he says and faces you when you finally arrive at your front door.

“No, thank you. I’ve had a wonderful time,” you take his hand after a moment of reluctance. He moves to lace your fingers together.

“Me too. Would you… would you maybe—,” he looks down and his hand gets shaky in yours, “do you want to go out again? Sometime soon?”

You’re almost nervous with how fast your head whips up and down in a nod.

“I would love to.”

“Great. Good.”

He smiles down at you from his towering height, which was much taller than you anticipated, and he squeezes your hand. His other hand comes up to rest right on your warm cheek.

“Can I?”

He’s immediately met with permission from you, and he leans down to connect your lips. It’s awkward and nervous from both parties, but wonderful. Kiyoomi is wonderful, and you’re so excited to be able to kiss him on your next date, and the next date, then the date after that, and maybe the one after that.

He pulls away after a few seconds, only to dip down a few more times to kiss you more and more until he’s satisfied and your dizzy.

“Text me when you’re free,” he slides a small slip of paper into the palm of your free hand and he lets go of the one he has grasping.

He leaves you at your door with just one more kiss.

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader hears something surprising from her next door neighbor, and it throws her off. Category: Smut 18+ (masturbation, thigh riding, penetrative sex, oral sex-male and female receiving, semi-rough sex, dom!Spencer) Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Nothing except the smut listed above and strong language. As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in the warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!

PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE

***

There's no way she heard that right.

In fact, she was pretty sure she'd made it up. She was tired, delirious, and she'd only imagined hearing what she heard.

Right?

Just to be sure, Y/N sat up in bed, put her ear against the wall just above the headboard, and listened, concentrating as hard as she could to confirm or deny.

And sure enough, the next thing she heard was, "Fuck, yes!"

It was muffled, definitely not as loud as it could have been, but if things continued the way she thought they would, it was going to get louder. Unless, of course, her neighbor was mindful, knowing that someone could probably hear what was going on. Though, for some reason Y/N doubted that.

Just to be extra sure what was happening, she stayed glued to the wall, listening carefully.

There was some muffled movement, but it could have been just about anything. Nonetheless, her heart was beating so fast, and it beat even faster when she heard what came next.

A loud female moan, unmistakable and utterly pornographic, made Y/N close her eyes immediately, her heart practically jumping out of her chest. Her first thought was Okay, he's watching porn. Everyone does that. Not without headphones, but it's completely normal and I should stop eavesdropping and go about my own life because this is an invasion of privacy.

Her second thought was ...Oh.

Because she was dead wrong.

The next thing that sounded through the walls was, "Yes, Spencer, just like that!"

Y/N's eyes shot open and she almost had a heart attack.

Her next thought was Good for him...

She and her neighbor hadn't really gotten to know each other that well. All she knew was that he had a job that kept him away from home quite a bit, either from travel or just late nights. He was shy and rarely talked to her when they met in the halls or in the parking garage, or even in the laundry room. Which is why it was so surprising to Y/N that he was having sex—and decent sex at that, from what she could hear—right next door.

Not that it would have been impossible for him to get it, of course. He was hot as hell, and it shouldn't have surprised Y/N as much as it did that she was hearing what she was hearing. It had just never happened before.

She was about to let it be, glad that her neighbor seemed to be having some fun, and it truly wasn't any of her business what he decided to do in his spare time. Though, the next thing she heard sent her into a tailspin.

"You like that, baby? You like when I hold you down and fuck you?"

Y/N almost hit her head against the wall. Instinctually her legs crossed, as if it would prevent her from being turned on. Which was stupid, considering every nerve in her body was on fire hearing those words come from Spencer Reid's mouth.

No fucking way, Y/N thought, slowly shifting her position on the bed.

It was a stupid idea. Probably one of the dumbest things she's ever done. But she closed her eyes, and as the woman's moans became louder through the walls, every slap of skin on skin getting louder with them, Y/N's right hand drifted under the waistband of her panties and got to work.

She couldn't help imagining what was going on. And it was rare that she could get off on just imagination alone, but this time she had the helpful addition of sound to aid her. Every time the woman moaned Spencer's name, she moved her fingers faster, alternating between rubbing her clit and completely fingering herself. And sometimes Y/N would make inevitable tiny whimpers of her own, careful not to give herself away.

She was almost to her climax when she heard it. The thing that pushed her over the edge.

"Fuck, you take it so well, pretty girl."

That one sentence, added to the impending orgasm Y/N was experiencing and the fact that she was picturing Spencer's face so clearly in her head, caused her to let out a loud moan and throw her head back against the wall with a loud thud.

So many feelings happened at once. Pain, because fuck, hitting her head on the wall without expecting it hurt like hell. Pleasure immediately after, because despite everything, her fingers stayed working, instinctively nursing herself through her orgasm. And finally embarrassment, because she definitely shouldn't have been eavesdropping on her neighbor's sexual encounters and she's positive they'd heard her intrusion.

All noises ceased for a total of two seconds before Y/N came down from her high and the sex next door resumed like nothing had happened.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, no, Y/N thought as she scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Her head still hurt from hitting it against the wall, but that was the least of her concerns. More than anything she wanted to crawl in a hole and never return. And sure, maybe there was a small chance Spencer and his.. friend hadn't heard you, but it was practically impossible. There was no way they hadn't heard it.

Y/N peed and washed her hands, tapping her foot nervously against the cool tile the whole time. Eventually she calmed her breathing and decided that she'd just have to live with it. I mean, it's not like I'm friends with him anyway, she thought. I barely see him enough as it is, and I can ignore him like there's no tomorrow and nothing will change. Right?

And so she washed her face and got ready for bed, trying desperately not to think about how badly she'd embarrassed herself.

And then as she curled under the covers (with earbuds in just in case) she thought, Maybe I'll make him some muffins tomorrow and say I'm sorry.

The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was Spencer's face.

***

"What's wrong? Can't take it?"

She practically burned with pleasure, every inch of her body overly sensitive and completely fucked out. But she'd let him have whatever he wanted.

She cried. She tried to tell him that yes, she could take it. But tears and strangled moans were all she could manage as he continued to fuck her into the mattress.

"You gonna cum?" He asked, like she could form words.

She cried out again in answer.

He leaned forward, wiping tears from her face, and whispered, "Go ahead, pretty girl."

That was the last thing Y/N heard before she woke up, eyes shooting open and hands clutching the sheets so tightly her fingers ached. She let them go and tried to wiggle them back to life, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"Oh, dear Lord," she muttered, stretching out and realizing that the past 10 hours of her life were going to haunt her for a long time.

I'm gonna have to move, aren't I, she thought sarcastically, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes. Though, right now it sounded like a good idea.

Y/N gathered some clothes and went to the shower, refusing to think about last night or the dream she'd woken up from. Instead she lasered all her attention to thoroughly washing her hair, body, and face. By the time the water was running cold, she stepped out, dried off and got dressed, brushing her teeth and then leaving the bathroom to turn on the coffee pot.

Before she could, there was a knock on the door.

Oh no, was her first thought, because naturally the first thing you do at any minor event after severely embarrassing yourself is panic. What if that's him? He's going to get mad at me for eavesdropping. The first thing I'm going to do when I see him is blush and panic. Fuck.

Y/N thought about ignoring it for a second. For all Spencer knew, she could still be sleeping. She could have fled the country immediately after giving herself away. She could have died from a heart attack, literally embarrassing herself to death. She could ha—

Knock knock knock.

"Shit," Y/N muttered to herself, adjusting her freshly-washed hair and praying she looked okay. If it really was Spencer at her door, she wanted to at least look like she was moving on with her life and not thinking about last night every waking second.

She ran to the door, took a deep breath and opened it, sure enough revealing Spencer Reid in her doorway, wearing a kind smile and holding a small something in his hand.

"Oh... Spencer, hi," Y/N said, pretending to be happy. Not that she wasn't ever happy to see him, but today of all days was most definitely not a good time. She only prayed he wouldn't get mad at her for eavesdropping.

"Hi, Y/N. Sorry for being here so early, but I, uh... thought you might need this."

He handed her what was in his hand, and it rattled, confusing her. She took it and flipped it over in her hands, studying the bottle.

"Advil?"

"Yeah. Seems like you hit your head on the wall pretty hard last night, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her stomach dropped. "No."

"No... You're not okay, or no, you don't need it?"

Heat rushed to Y/N's cheeks and all she could manage was another, "No."

She only sounded slightly terrified.

But before Spencer could say anything else, Y/N looked up at him and almost started to cry. "I'm so so so sorry, Spencer, I didn't mean to hear, it just happened, and I couldn't help it, and I tried to be quiet, I really did, but it just slipped, and I feel really bad, I'm so sorry, I—"

"Whoa, whoa, Y/N, slow down. It's okay, really," he laughed. "I'm not upset or anything, I just... Truthfully I feel kind of bad for not thinking of anyone hearing. I didn't realize the walls were so thin, and had I known I probably would have... Gone about things differently. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Y/N's heart raced, but she was even more shocked by the fact that he was apologizing. "Spencer, don't be sorry. I embarrassed myself, really. I shouldn't have been listening anyway— what you do in your apartment isn't any of my business, and I messed up."

He smiled and shuffled on his feet, trying to avoid looking at you but failing. In the end he shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. "Well, in any case, I really do hope your head doesn't hurt too bad. That was a loud thump."

Y/N laughed nervously, turning the bottle over in her hands while looking at the floor. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Feels better now that I've slept it off... Thank you, though. I... I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

She looked up at him and almost started crying again, still completely embarrassed over the whole ordeal. In an attempt to not cry, she cleared her throat. "Um, I was just going put on some coffee if you... wanted to come in? I can make some eggs or something too, if you're hungry. Y'know, to say I'm sorry?"

Spencer looked like he was about to tell her not to be sorry again, but she gave him a look that said don't you dare, and he settled on nodding instead. "Sure, I'd like that."

***

"Wow. These are great."

Y/N smiled, watching Spencer eat a bite of the eggs she'd made him. "Thank you. It's a family recipe. Nothing too special, but my mom always made them for my brother and I before our first day of school every year."

He smiled. "That's nice. Really, they're great. Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem... Look, again, I really am so—"

"Y/N, stop. It's okay, really. It... happens. You don't have to be sorry."

She nodded before taking a sip of her coffee. Spencer ate some more of his eggs and the two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, before it got completely unbearable.

She didn't want to keep bringing it up, but something forced the words out of her mouth. "So, your... guest... Is she your girlfriend?"

It took Spencer a minute to realize what she said, but eventually he cleared his throat, some color forming on his cheeks. "Oh, uh... no. No, I'm single. She and I had just met at a bar downtown. I don't usually do that. Go to bars, I mean. Though I suppose I don't really have one night stands all that often, either, but my co-workers and I were out last night after a... pretty rough day at work, and... before I left we met at the bar and it just kind of went on from there."

"Oh... Well, I... I'm sorry work was rough. Seems like you... handled it, though. Got over it... I mean, like, you knew how to take your mind off of it, or make it better or whatever."

Y/N froze after she said it. Immediately after, she shook her head. "God, I'm sorry. That was dumb. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, I get what you mean, it's okay, really," Spencer said quickly, seemingly amused. "It, uh... It really did help. You know, sex is a good stress reliever. The endorphins it releases puts you in a better mood and calms you down, and studies show that regular sexual activity can aid in decreasing high blood pressure during stressful situations."

"I... didn't know that. Sounds helpful. Especially with your job, I imagine."

He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "What about you? Is your job stressful?"

Y/N shrugged, kind of glad that the conversation moved away from sexual nature. Though, she supposed the reason it was there in the first place was kind of her fault. In any case, she told Spencer about her job. "It's not as stressful as other jobs can be, but I just got a promotion so all the responsibility is a little daunting, I guess."

"I'm sure you're fine," he complimented, setting his mug down. "Though... If you do ever find yourself beginning to buckle under the stress of your job, sex is a good way to keep your spirits up."

It was a joke. A reference to their conversation, the whole reason they were in this moment in the first place. So why did Y/N respond with, "What, is that your way of offering?"

I'm just full of stupid shit lately, aren't I, she thought, immediately hating herself for saying it. Things were going well, and Spencer didn't seem mad or annoyed after the whole incident, and now she was positive she'd made everything worse.

But nothing could have prepared her for what came out of his mouth next.

"Maybe it is."

She looked up at him and saw that he was completely serious. His eyes bore into her, staring her down like he was trying to compel her to say something, to do something, to put her under his spell. Y/N swallowed, trying to speak, but nothing would come out.

Oh, now you have nothing to say? Good going, Y/N...

Nevertheless, he waited. His eyes remained glued on her, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrows as if to ask her, well?

Eventually, she settled on, "You mean it?"

Spencer nodded slowly, staring at her with an intensity she hadn't experienced in forever. "Only if you want to."

Immediately Y/N thought back to last night. His nasty words replayed in her ears over and over again, repeating themselves like a mantra— You like that, baby? You like when I hold you down and fuck you?

And under his burning gaze, Y/N felt like she was on fire. Her lower stomach bubbled over with desire and she imagined him fucking her like he had in her dream.

It's almost like he knew what she was thinking about. Because right before she could tell him she wanted him, he laughed softly to himself. "What are you thinking about, Y/N?"

Her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine. "W... What?"

"Tell me. You're thinking about having sex with me right now, aren't you?"

She could barely breathe. But she managed to get out a strangled, "Yes."

Spencer smirked and stood up, walking around the table but never taking his eyes off Y/N. She swallowed and stood up too, meeting his eyes and tilting her head up to look at him— really look at him. His pupils were full-blown, his lips formed into an amused smile as he reached out to touch her face. She fluttered her eyes closed and leaned into his touch, a small sigh involuntarily escaping her lips.

"How long have you been thinking about me?" Spencer asked quietly, yet the tone in his voice rather demanded an answer more than asked for one.

Y/N opened her eyes to meet his, and almost crumbled under the weight of their intensity. "S-since last night."

He hummed in response, running his thumb over her chin and up to her lips, just barely touching them. "Have you ever thought about it before then?"

She couldn't lie to him. "A few times."

That got a full smile out of him, but it disappeared rather quickly as he stepped even closer and gripped the side of Y/N's face in his right hand, his fingers barely weaving through the hair behind her ear. She gasped and looked up at him, silently begging for him to kiss her. To push her onto the table, or choke her, or something.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, keeping that even, soft tone. It sent another chill through Y/N's body.

She could hardly breathe. Could hardly form words.

Spencer slipped his hand behind her head and gripped the underside of her damp hair, tugging slightly as she whimpered. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me," Y/N gasped out, completely and utterly entranced by his looming presence.

"Now?" he asked, his own way of really making sure she wanted to go through with this.

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, please, fuck me. Please."

The look he gave her after she said it was purely dirty and unlike any thing she'd ever experienced. She decided then and there that if that was the reaction she'd get from him for begging, she would beg him for anything any time.

Not to mention, the way he kissed her was enough to make any man or woman fly into the sun. Both of his hands found themselves lost in her hair, pulling her head to his and practically massaging her scalp as he glided his lips across hers with a slow burning fever that made Y/N's body completely succumb to him. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, reaching up to twist her fingers through the ends of his hair, admiring how soft and perfect it felt on her skin. Once Spencer's tongue swiped over her bottom lip and softly pushed into her mouth, it was well and truly over. Y/N was done for. He could do anything he wanted and she wouldn't turn him away.

He pulled away for a moment, taking her bottom lip between his teeth before moving back in and angling his head in the other direction, kissing her deeper and causing a groan to slip from her throat.

Y/N desperately clung to his neck, wishing he could do this to her forever, but then he took one of his hands away from her head and brought it to her lower back. He completely pulled her against him, one of his legs slipping between hers and putting the slightest bit of pressure to her crotch.

She whimpered, causing Spencer to push himself against her harder, the two of them completely attached. He brought his knee up just a little, and Y/N instinctively ground against it, desperately wanting to feel any type of friction she could manage. It warmed her whole body to the core, being completely embraced by him, and in a matter of seconds she was more desperate than she'd ever been.

She pulled her face away from his reluctantly, breathing heavily and still grinding against his leg. "Please," was all the could think to say.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Spencer whispered, peppering her neck with wet kisses as he brought his leg up higher, giving her more access. He leaned his butt against the table for support, until eventually he gave in and sat down on it, bringing her down to sit on his thigh.

Y/N hesitated, halting her movements for a second before he gripped her hips and moved them forward. "Go ahead, pretty girl. Ride my thigh."

She groaned at the nickname and obliged happily, grinding down and rocking her hips against him. He continued to kiss her neck, occasionally biting down and sucking at different spots, sure to leave marks.

He hadn't even really touched her yet, and Y/N was absolutely dizzy, high on kisses and his hands burning into her hips. She felt her stomach start to coil as an orgasm came to the surface, her legs clenching tighter around him.

"You close, baby?" Spencer muttered against her neck, right under her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth for just a moment before rocking her hips faster, bringing his leg up just a bit higher to aid her. She shoved her head into his neck and cried out his name, somewhere between a whine and a moan.

Within a matter of seconds Y/N was shaking around him, panting his name over and over while he brought his leg just a tad higher, bringing her over the edge. Her mind raced, coming to terms with what just happened and what was about to happen, and it made her tremble again, sending one more shockwave through her lower body before her hips slowed to a stop.

Spencer slid his hands back up to her head, bringing her face to his once more and kissing her. As if she wasn't already so out of breath. But it didn't matter. She only cared about his mouth and the way it captured hers like it belonged there, like it knew she was his for the taking. And she really believed that was true.

Y/N still straddled his leg, but she wanted to give him the same release he'd given her, so she attempted to climb away and moved one of her hands down to his belt.

Spencer stopped her hand and pulled his face away from hers. For a moment she thought she'd done something wrong, and she was about to apologize, but he pulled her close and stroked her hair with his hand, tilting his head to meet her gaze. "Not yet, pretty girl. I want to taste you first."

And without another second passing by, he moved the hand that grabbed her wrist between them and snuck it into her shorts and panties. Y/N jumped a little, but only because it felt too good for her own good. Her eyes fluttered shut when his middle finger grazed her clit, but his other hand gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. "No. I want you to look at me, okay?"

She nodded, and then whimpered when he slipped a finger inside of her. She lifted herself up just a little so he had more access, and sure enough his finger slipped in and out with ease.

She wanted more, but he took his hand away, and the glimmer in his eye when she pouted, visibly frustrated, sent her into another small fit of tremors.

"So antsy, pretty girl," Spencer laughed, slightly amused. Y/N would have said something, but all words escaped her when he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue poked out to taste-test before he completely took them in, holding eye contact with her the whole time. As he sucked his fingers clean, Y/N felt herself growing desperate again, and she ground against his leg once more.

Spencer laughed and brought his fingers out of his mouth, resting them on her hips. "You're being awfully quiet, Y/N."

"I... I don't... Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily. But you didn't have a problem being loud last night."

It brought color to her cheeks. Her first instinct was to apologize but she knew he'd chastise her for it, so she didn't. Rather, she embraced the opportunity and pulled herself closer to him. "Is that what you want, Spencer? You want me to be loud for you?" Her voice was soft, somewhat contradicting what she was saying, but she looked at him through her eyelashes, biting her lip as if asking for permission.

And now it seemed like it was his turn to groan, though it came out as more of a growl as he pushed her away from him, grabbing her arm and leading her through the apartment. All the rooms were built the same so he knew where to go. He didn't take the time to scan her room, though if he did it was fast. Y/N barely had any time to react before he pulled her to him again and kissed her roughly.

As his fingers weaved through her hair again, Y/N decided to take a chance, snaking her hands down to his belt. This time he didn't stop her, his lips opening and granting her access to his tongue as she unbuckled the belt. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips, but they only got about an inch down before he pulled away from her completely, leaving her empty again.

She whined, and he smirked.

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked. "What do you want?" His tone was almost condescending, like he knew exactly what she wanted.

She didn't like being teased. "I just want you," she stated, whining a bit to prove her point.

He seemed to contemplate his words for a moment before he spoke. "And... you think I should just give you what you want? After I caught you eavesdropping on me last night?"

He was only saying it to see her flushed. To embarrass her and make her shy so he could make it better in the end. She knew that, knew better, and yet it still worked. "I'm sorry," she pleaded, getting down on her knees in front of him and looking up at him with just as much desperation as she could manage. "You know I feel really really bad about it, just please let me make it up to you. Please, Spencer."

When all he did was look down at her, amused and still, Y/N batted her eyelashes and grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear. She waited to pull them down until he did or said something, but all he did was stare. She couldn't tell if he was making her wait or if he was waiting for her, and she was afraid of making the wrong decision. But, deciding that she'd been in enough trouble in the past 10 hours to last a lifetime, Y/N took a chance yet again and pulled Spencer's pants all the way down.

Still unsure of what would happen if she continued, Y/N scooted closer, but kept her eyes locked on his. She batted her eyelashes and ran her hands up his thighs, eventually wrapping around to his ass. She brought them up his lower back and around to feel his stomach before sliding down to the front of his hips. She stopped them there, gliding her thumbs over his skin in small circles as she pleaded once more for good measure.

"Pretty please."

Spencer gave in, bringing his hands to her hair and pulling her close. "It's all yours, baby."

The words sent heat straight to her lower half as she flicked her tongue out to taste the head of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and Y/N took that as her opening. She looked down and marveled at him as she took him completely in her mouth, slowly but surely, getting herself acquainted with his size.

Once she set a steady pace, she looked up at him and found that he was absolutely wonderstruck. His eyes practically sparkled as they fixed on her, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in pure adoration and fascination. Y/N took this as encouragement, bobbing her head faster and slacking her jaw as she let him hit the back of her throat with each thrust forward. She gagged once and pulled herself off, bringing her hand up to jerk him for a few seconds before using her mouth again. This was a cycle that continued until tears were streaming down her cheeks and spit was leaking down her chin, and every time she looked up at him, Spencer would groan and tighten his grip in her hair.

Eventually he stopped her, pulling her off of him and panting. "Come here," he whispered, and Y/N got up off her knees, standing up and wiping some of the spit from her face. It didn't feel all that sexy as she was doing it, though the way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only thing in the entire world that could bring him joy.

He reached forward and wiped some of the tears from her cheek before kissing her, groaning into her mouth as he did so. His still hard cock pressed against her leg, and she groaned, too, before he pulled away.

That dark glimmer returned in his eye when he spoke. "Take your clothes off."

Y/N didn't have to be told twice. Immediately she threw her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the ground as Spencer stepped out of his pants. His eyes travelled down to her breasts and she noticed him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times before he looked back up at her face. Keeping eye contact and softly biting her lip, Y/N hooked her fingers around her shorts and underwear and slid them down her legs until they reached the other clothes on the floor. She kicked them to the side and tilted her head up.

She thought he might kiss her again, but instead he nodded his head towards her bed. "Lay down on your back."

As Y/N had learned pretty early on, she was quick and eager to obey, and so she did as she was told, laying down in the middle of the bed, her head resting on her pillows and the rest of her body laying flat, eagerly awaiting Spencer's next move.

She watched him as he took his shirt off, leaving him completely bare, and before she had time to admire him, he bent down and grabbed something from his pants.

A condom, Y/N realized as he made his way to her.

"You really came over with the intent to fuck me, didn't you?" she mused, unable to stop herself.

He laughed at her words, climbing over her and leaning down to press his lips to her neck in a soft kiss. "Wasn't it obvious?"

No, she thought to herself, but she didn't say anything. Though even if she wanted to, she couldn't have, because Spencer's mouth moved down her neck and to her chest. He licked a small circle over her right nipple before enclosing it entirely in his mouth, and Y/N arched her back off the bed, running her fingers through his hair.

He laughed again, taking her nipple in between his teeth before releasing it and saying, "I love how fucking responsive you are, pretty girl."

Everything about what he was saying and doing to her sent Y/N into a tailspin. Before she had time to respond, he moved his mouth to her other breast and got right to work, repeating the process.

One of his hands trailed down her body, just light enough to leave goosebumps it its wake, until it reached where she really wanted him. As if to prove his last statement, Y/N's hips bucked upwards to feel more of him, and Spencer laughed against her chest, removing his mouth from her and using both of his hands to steady her hips, pushing them into the mattress. "Can you be still for me? Use your words."

Y/N sighs and bites her lip before answering. "Yes. I can be still."

"Louder, Y/N. You promised you'd be loud for me, remember?"

If she wasn't wet before, she definitely was now. And she thought about just repeating her words louder, like she was expected to, but then something in that stupid part of her brain said to push her luck. And so she laughed back at him.

"No, I didn't."

Spencer seemed shocked. This was the first time she'd blatantly disagreed with something he said. "What?"

He seemed a little mad, but Y/N acted innocent. "Well, I asked you if you'd like me to be loud for you, and you just pulled me in here. You didn't answer me, and I didn't promise anything."

She was scared of what he would do or say, but that turned her on even more.

And without warning, Spencer jammed two of his fingers into her mouth, forcing it open and pressing them down on her tongue. "Well, sweetheart, this is me telling you. You're gonna scream my name until the whole city can hear how needy you are for me."

She almost choked on his fingers, but he took them out and slid them down her chin and neck, leaving her completely breathless. He waited a beat before laughing to himself. "Aw, see? Look what I do to you, pretty girl," he mused. "You're so submissive."

Y/N wanted to argue, but she wanted him more, so she whined and tried to move him closer, to which he laughed again and caressed her face. "That's what I thought. Now be a good girl and wait a second while I put this on, okay?"

For fear of disappointing him, Y/N replied with, "Okay," loud and clear.

He smirked, unwrapping the condom and starting to slide it over himself. "Fast learner."

And in an attempt to patch things over even more, she batted her eyes like she knew he liked, acting patient and innocent though she was pretty sure they both knew she was the exact opposite.

It paid off in the end though, because Spencer rewarded her with a sweet kiss as he ran the tip of his cock over her pussy, just barely entering. He teased her like that for about a minute before she started to get antsy, and yet he didn't let up. He raised an eyebrow at her, and catching on she reached up, grabbing the sides of his face and blinking once before talking. "Please, Spencer. Fuck me."

"Atta girl," he praised before moving forward and entering her. Immediately Y/N moaned, her mouth open and eyes just about rolling to the back of her head. Her hands slid up his face and through his hair, weaving her fingers through the soft waves as he set a steady pace, letting themselves get used to the feeling of being wrapped up in each other like this. For a moment it seemed like he forgot his promise to fuck her so hard the whole city would hear her screaming his name, but after a while, he apparently decided that she wasn't being loud enough.

"Come on, Y/N. You can do better than that."

She wanted more than anything to tell him that if he fucked her harder then maybe she would be louder, but infinitely realized that A) that was a surefire way to get chastised, and B) if she was louder, he would fuck her harder. He was going to make her work for it, and in the end she didn't mind that at all.

So she told the truth. "Fuck, Spencer, you feel so goo— ahh!"

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, he quickly adjusted and fucked her faster, and aside from the overstimulation, it was starting to feel reminiscent of the dream she'd had last night. She wasn't crying but she felt like she could, every fiber of her being burning alive with pleasure. She felt her orgasm rising to the surface, but she didn't want this to end yet. Maybe if she was lucky Spencer would keep going after she'd finished, though at this point she was just happy to let him fuck her for any period of time.

That being said, he slowed his movements, making each stroke harder and more deliberate, and Y/N yelled out his name, hoping to get more.

"You close, pretty girl? Hmm? You wanna cum?"

The strain in his voice sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. He was close too, she just knew it.

"Yes," she breathed, before repeating it louder and louder. "Yes, yes, yes!"

She was just about to fall over the edge when Spencer laughed and pulled out of her, leaving her unsatisfied, empty, and confused.

"What?" she breathed, looking up at him.

He slid the condom off and tossed it aside before jerking himself off over her stomach. "Only good girls get to cum. You should have thought of that before you eavesdropped on me."

And then he came all over her stomach and chest. She would have been more angry, but the whole sight in front of her was hot as hell. Who was she to complain? She watched as his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. His hair faintly stuck to his face, and his hips jerked into his hand until eventually he was spent.

Y/N whined at the sight, completely turned on feeling his warm cum coating her skin and also utterly frustrated for not getting off.

Spencer opened his eyes to look at her, and she thought in that moment it looked like he would burst into flames. As his gaze raked over her body, covered in his cum and so obviously desperate for release, he licked his lips and got down, spreading her legs wider and opening her up to him.

"Wha—"

Y/N didn't get to finish her thought, because Spencer was immediately eating her out like a man starved, running his tongue through her pussy, occasionally flicking it over her clit. As expected, the louder she got the more he gave her, and at one point he started fingering her at a relentless pace, curling his fingers up against her g-spot while circling her clit with his tongue.

He brought his head up and looked at her through his eyelashes as best as he could, barely catching a glimpse of her face, completely contorted in pleasure.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl?" he teased, slowing his fingers torturously.

She whined and then threw her head back, pleading. "Spencer, please!"

He only got a little faster and then gently flicked his tongue over her clit again, to which she yelped and fisted the sheets.

In turn he moved faster. And she got louder. Faster and louder, faster and louder, until finally he gave her what she wanted.

"That's it, pretty girl. Cum for me."

Right after he said it, Y/N arched her back off the bed and fisted the sheets even harder, actually screaming his name until it came out as incoherent sobs, eventually dwindling down to whimpering and panting as he aided her down from her high.

Spencer's movements slowed to a stop, pulling his fingers out of her and pressing one final kiss to her clit before removing himself from her completely and coming up to lay down beside her.

She stayed there on her back, arms clutched at her sides, breathing deep and eyes almost heavy like she was about to fall asleep. He brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. She could taste herself on him, and it excited her. When he pulled away, she turned her head to look at him and smiled.

"I'm definitely going to have to invade your privacy more often if this is what the end result is."

Spencer laughed, his hand brushing lightly through her hair. "So that was okay? I'm sorry if I was kind of mean, I—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. If I was really truly mad about anything you did, I would have screamed at you, not for you. Trust me. You're just fine. That was... perfect."

"Good... And you know I was just teasing you about eavesdropping, right? I'm not actually upset about it."

"No, I know. I still feel kinda bad about it though."

"Well, you shouldn't. If anything... something good came out of it, right?"

Y/N laughed, scrunching her nose as he looked at her. "Right."

After a moment, Spencer sat up and looked down at her stomach, a smirk on his face. "I'm gonna go get you a washcloth."

"Good thinking. And while you're at it could you also grab the Advil?"

He was on his way out the bedroom door, slipping on his underwear before stopping in his tracks. "Oh no... I- I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Oh! No, you didn't. I just know that I'm going to be sore, and walking will most definitely be a problem. And I am not getting out of this bed for the rest of the day, so Advil will definitely help. Thank you for that, by the way."

Spencer laughed, leaving Y/N to admire him as he walked away.

#spencer reid smut #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)!

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon.

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d”

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you

ok last thing abt diluc

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off

all in all, life w him is so sweet

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy.

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him

the real, damaged pieces of his soul

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING-

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed)

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr

life with her literally feels like y’all are married

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing-

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all.

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

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kaeyasaki · 3 years

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📹 — :; “face-to-face” GQ interview

-> inspired by the “face-to-face, A$AP rocky answers 18 from rihanna | GQ interview”, except i make the questions a little more personal because i don’t think anyone cares what gojo’s ‘fav curse word is’

-> ft :; gojo satoru

-> interview writing layout heavily inspired by @rintaroll

y/n: hey GQ! i’m here to do face-to-face with my co worker, gojo!

gojo: coworker? is that all i am to you?

y/n: be grateful i even acknowledged you.

gojo: you wound me.

y/n: yet you’re still smiling.

gojo flashes a playful frown to the camera as y/n roll their eyes before pulling out a stack on cards.

y/n: so first question, what’s the hardest part about working with me?

gojo: everything.

y/n: i’m serious.

gojo: and so am i, you make it hard for me to work with you because we never get anything done.

y/n: don’t make it sound like it’s my fault! we never get anything done because you get too distracted and drag me into it!

gojo: maybe you should discipline me more...

he teases and sends you a wink to which you dismiss quickly.

y/n: you’re a grown man, you shouldn’t need me to discipline you.

gojo: what if i want you to?

y/n: would you just answer the question seriously or i’ll really start to think you don’t think we work well together!

gojo: okay, i was kidding... you’re actually a pretty good teammate when we’re sent on missions together, i have fun with you... maybe a little too much fun...

y/n: don’t give them the wrong idea we’re nothing like that!

you cringe at him as he laughs before the camera cuts moving onto the next question

y/n: okay, second question, answer seriously from now on, got it?

gojo: anything for you~

y/n: you disgust me... anyway, how well would you say you take care of yourself?

gojo: you mean like... self care wise?

y/n: yeah, like self care!

gojo: hmm well, i’d say i take care of myself pretty well, after all, pampered men are attractive men right?

y/n: i mean sure, i think it’s attractive when a man takes care of himself but if that mans you... maybe not so much.

gojo: you don’t mean that! you must be somewhat attracted to me.

y/n: can’t say i am no.

gojo: lying is a sin you know.

y/n: you’re totally straying away from my initial question.

you groan and face the camera and gojo tilts his head and laughs.

gojo: sorry, well, i’d say i clearly look after myself very well which should be to your liking.

y/n: you’ll never be to my liking, but it’s nice to hear you take care of yourself well and that you’re not just an annoying man, but rather an annoying but hygienic man.

gojo: you’re so horrible to m-

the camera cuts as you start laughing and gojo starts whining.

y/n: we’re getting through these quickly now let’s keep it that way.

gojo: you know, we’d be half done by now if you stopped insulting me every chance you get.

y/n: i’m the quizzer, you’re the answerer, you answer when spoken to.

gojo turns to face the grinning camera crew behind the cameras on set.

gojo: now do you see what i have to put up with! i’m a victim i’m telling you!

camera man: no no, keep it up, you guys have nice chemistry

y/n: chemistry? not to be rude but you must’ve failed science, the only clear dialogue between us is practically conversation between an adult and child.

the camera crew laugh and gojo feigns offence before you clear your throat and look at the next card.

y/n: anyways, when was the first time you were majorly recognised as ‘famous’?

gojo: ah, a long time ago i need to think, give me a sec.

you pretend to yawn as gojo thinks about his answer before smiling at you.

gojo: my second year i think. that’s when i really started getting noticed for my talent.

y/n: practically a star since birth i see, how do you do it?

gojo laughs at your sarcasm as you grin back, evenly matched banter between the two of you flowing on set.

gojo: i’m handsome and gifted, i was made for this kinda life, it all comes naturally to me.

y/n: you know what doesn’t come naturally to you though?

gojo: hm?

y/n: that dress sense.

gojo: what’s wrong with my outfit?

y/n: bland, basic, and the way you chose itadori’s uniform was just straight up ugly!

gojo: he liked it!

y/n: the poor boy probably didn’t have the heart to express his disgust to your face.

gojo: well, until he does i’m gonna believe he likes it and my dress sense is more than up to standard.

y/n: if that’s what helps you sleep at night i guess...

the camera cuts with the two of you playfully bickering with each other, any previous speculation of hostility now gone as it’s clear for watchers to see just how your dynamic together works.

y/n: question four! what’s the first thing you notice in a person?

gojo: in general or when analysing to an extent?

y/n: in generals fine.

gojo: hm i would say looks, but i don’t wanna look too shallow on camera.

y/n: they would’ve just recorded you saying that. don’t be shocked if you’re trending on twitter later for it.

gojo: it’s fine, as long as i’m trending who cares what it’s about.

y/n: i can see the headlines already... ‘gojo satoru, top sorcerer, favoured teacher at jujutsu high and big narcissist’

you smile smugly at the man as he laughs along with you with the camera crew from behind.

gojo: yeah yeah whatever you say, but if i had to answer honestly, i’d say what energy they give off. i don’t let it bother me too much, but i’d say i’m pretty good at judging what someone’s like based off of what energy they’re giving out.

y/n: i’m shocked, that’s a pretty good answer... for you anyway.

gojo: i try my best for you.

y/n: mhm sure, keep that attitude next time we’re working together and maybe we’ll finish jobs quicker.

gojo snickers and smiles gently at you, his direction is no longer faced towards the camera, but rather solely directed at you as you clear your throat.

y/n: yeah anyway, good answer. that might just get you uncancelled.

gojo: i haven’t even been cancelled yet don’t speak it into existence!

y/n: i’ll ‘try my best for you’

you’re both smiling softly at each other after you mock one of gojo’s previous replies, there’s no speech cut off as a comfortable silence rests for a moment as the scene cuts.

y/n: okay, i want genuine answers only.

gojo: that’s what i’ve been giving you from the start!

you jokingly narrow your eyes at him before looking down at the next card.

y/n: well okay then, so, what was the first thing you noticed about me when we first met?

gojo: unusually bold question from you.

y/n: just shut up and answer, i was recommended to ask this.

gojo: sure, sure.

y/n: would you please just answer so we can get this over with?

gojo sighs dramatically and sits up properly and nods.

gojo: naturally, for anyone else i would say energy but for you, ah, i think it was your pretty face.

y/n: shut up, i said genuine answers only.

gojo: i am being genuine! aren’t i allowed to call you pretty?

y/n: you aren’t allowed to answer falsely, serious answers please.

gojo: you make me sound like i’m down bad, honestly, you’re very attractive to me, your energy was just a bonus, i’m serious, stop doubting yourself so much.

he smiles your way, not playfully nor forced, it’s a soft and genuine smile to calm your nerves, it’s a sign of truthfulness on his end. before you answer he clears his throat, slight hurry in his voice.

gojo: -of course, we were younger back then, since then you’ve gotten wrinkles and is that a few grey hairs i see? you also slouch-

y/n: -okay okay you can stop!

the two of you laugh as you gently kick his chair, the fact you’re being recorded and being watched by a whole camera crew totally forgotten about.

y/n: okay, last question finally!

gojo: admit you had fun with me.

y/n: i see you everyday, today was nothing special.

gojo: you wouldn’t say we’ve bonded more over this interview?

y/n: you’re still as irritating as before this interview so no.

you grin and gojo scoffs before shuffling in his chair a little before a sly smile draws across his face.

gojo: go on then, last question.

y/n: would you sl-

gojo: go on, ask it, we’re waiting.

gojo is leaning on the palm of his hand, teasing smile playing on his lips and y/n stares at the card in disbelief.

y/n: you definitely wrote this! i would never ask this! there’s been a mistake with the cards or something

camera man: ah no, they’re all the questions that were on your form you sent in prior to the interview, these are the questions you apparently wanted to be asked. sorry, you’ll have to make do.

y/n: i’m not asking that.

gojo: come on now, don’t upset your supportive fans.

y/n: i know you wrote this, you’re so infuriating!

you glare at him but not with complete hostility, the situation slightly humorous to you despite your protests.

gojo: i mean well.

gojo shrugs as you sigh and stare at the card before speaking.

y/n: fine then have it your way. would you... would you sleep with me?

gojo: how brave! asking me on camera in the middle of an interview! how could i dare say no!

gojo is laughing along with the camera crew as you fight back a smile, refusing to admit his interference was entertaining.

y/n: at least take me out for dinner first.

gojo: now you’re asking me to take you out? you’re really bold today aren’t you!

y/n: oh shut up! i didn’t mean it like that! this is totally your fault it’s awkward now.

you’re grinning at this point not caring that your flirtatious banter with gojo is being recorded and is soon to be edited and posted for the world to see.

gojo: i mean, i’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you?

y/n: what? no, i- this wasn’t even a serious question shut up!

gojo: i’ll shut up if you let me take you out... and maybe then i’ll sleep with you after if that’s your request.

y/n: i can’t stand you!

gojo: but you do everyday, that must count for something right?

y/n: i hate you.

gojo: quite the contrary, i’m sure i’ll get you to admit that by tomorrow though.

y/n: ...i’ll be waiting on it then.

the two of you are smiling at each other, laughter dying down as you once again softly kick gojo’s chair. he pays no mind to it as a moment of fondness occurs, viewers clearly able to see the evident bond between the two of you.

y/n: okay well... that concludes our face-to-face, GQ interview, thanks for watching and putting up with him!

gojo: maybe we’ll come back to do an interview about our date after i take you out, who knows, maybe i’ll get to ask you to rate me in bed!

y/n: gross. you sound like a fifteen year old boy.

gojo: am i at least a hot one?

y/n: i refuse to catch a case.

gojo cackles as you laugh too, the camera fades out with the scene of the two of you softly smiling at each other as the interview concludes.

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