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yani, 22, she/they

⤷ 18+ blog primarily for long nct fics. masterlist below. no requests.

⤷ revehae is my side blog where i write evil little stories that normal people will find off-putting.

KEEP ON

⤷ JOHNNY SUH, 13.6k

All things love and commitment are feared upon by you. You keep a tight crew and let few people in, cynical of other’s intentions and leaving a trail of broken hearts in your wake. If you break other people’s hearts first, they can’t break yours. And yet, it was all too easy falling for Johnny, digging yourself into a depthless hole of love. But he is no exception to your heartache games.

WAITING GAME

⤷ JOHNNY SUH, 9.1k, 1/4 of the Temptation series.

Your best friend’s dad is a smoking hot dilf seeking vengeance after you’ve spent the past couple of years teasing him, but it seems that you can’t handle a taste of your own medicine.

LITTLE DO YOU KNOW

⤷ LEE TAEYONG, 14.9k

After three years away from Miami, Taeyong is finally ready to return to the city. He left a world behind here, but most importantly, he left you. And being invited on a friendly get-together trip to a beach resort gives him a little too much time to resume unfinished business between you both.

DRESS CODE

⤷ NAKAMOTO YUTA, 7.4k, 3/4 of the Temptation series.

Nakamoto Yuta and his rings have caught your eye. In an effort to seduce your professor, you decide to take your best friend’s advice and change your wardrobe. You’re given an advantage when Yuta’s son asks you to tutor him, and it’s like Satan is handing you opportunities on a silver platter - but at what cost?

VENOMOUS

⤷ NAKAMOTO YUTA, 18.8k

Born into the underworld, crime was all you’d known your entire life and was practically in your blood - murder, drugs, money, power, and everything in between. In spite of your father leading one of the two major gangs that dominated Asia, you managed to keep safe. But all that changes once the rival gang has bad blood to settle with your father, and suddenly a vendetta’s being pursued against you.

WHISPER

⤷ KIM DOYOUNG, 8.9k, 2/4 of the Temptation series.

When you were nineteen, you could only dream of meeting Kim Doyoung in his sheets. Behind his back you watched all the movies he starred in, wanting nothing more than to be the one he touched whenever a sex scene came on. So when the opportunity surfaced four years later after you’re casted together in the same movie, you didn’t hesitate to snag it - even if it meant hiding from his wife, your father, and the public. And even if feelings developed.

DIE IN YOUR ARMS

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 22.4k

Every single night before bed, you play your royal husband, Jaehyun, a song on his grandfather's piano as a distraction from the ominous sounds you hear. To the public, you're all smiles, but discreetly, you're a slave to your suspicions. Though it seems the more you pry, the more secrets you start to unravel.

HONEYMOON AVENUE

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 12.3k

A year ago, wedding bells were ringing and you were screaming, “Yes!” at the top of your lungs. Last Christmas, you were supposed to be wed under a mistletoe. This Christmas, company finds you in the form of your ex-fiancé that broke off your engagement after you’re both inconveniently trapped in an elevator.

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 14.5k

Three years ago, you had a summer fling with Jung Jaehyun, and what was simply sex turned into more after you caught feelings for him. Then, you find out he has a girlfriend, and decide to call it quits. Three years later, he's back in town, trying to come back in your life, and most importantly trying to come back into your heart, but you're a little hesitant to let him.

WISH I NEVER

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 27.2k

Your brother, Johnny, hates Jaehyun and has never told you why. Although you intend on leaving it alone, unforeseen events thrust you into a forbidden love affair with Jaehyun. In between hookups and stolen kisses, you have to bury your feelings for Jaehyun around your overprotective older brother.

CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN?

⤷ MARK LEE, 10.4k, 4/4 of the Temptation series

The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

EX MARKS THE SPOT

⤷ MARK LEE, 19.9k

Two months ago, you and Mark called it quits and haven’t spoken to each other since. As per tradition, your respective friend groups gather each Christmas eve to keep the peace, but this year somebody has a different plan. And the new chick on Mark’s arm isn’t the worst thing to happen.

PRETTY LITTLE WEAPON

⤷ MARK LEE, 25.7k

A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.

CHANGE YOUR MIND YET?

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 4.6k

You’re going to kill him. You swear, You’re going to kill him. how did Liu Yangyang accidentally tell Lee Donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? Now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive).

FOREVER YOURS

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 23k

Thirst for exhilaration and a stupid dare brings you, your boyfriend Haechan, and your friends to the eerie camping grounds of Chimera - the name of a town rumored to be occupied by a number of vengeful, lurking spirits. But nothing is as it seems in this ghost town.

LOVE JONES

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 25.5k

After breaking off your engagement to your fiance, you move to Los Angeles to pursue a modeling career. There in the fairytale land where stars go to shine you meet Haechan, an aspiring photographer with a penchant for mischief and flirtation.

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, PARK JISUNG, 19.8k

upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.

SUPERMODEL

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 23k

Five years ago, you left your hometown and ex to recreate your identity in California. Now, you're a staple of the fashion industry and on the front cover of magazines everywhere. Your hard work has paid off, but when you realize that you might be pregnant, you have to decide whether you want to be a full-time model or a full-time mother.

THE DEVIL’S CUP

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 6.8k

In a world where humans and demons are separated by earth and the unknown, you’re curious about the creatures that most mortal beings are too frightened to investigate. More specifically if they can please you sexually. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

WHO NEEDS CUPID’S BOW?

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 11.1k

Cupid is not on your side, it seems. He’s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-pops—willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.

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moonydustx · 2 months

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Hi!! Your writing is so good. I love it so much!!! Can i request a Five x female reader? Where the reader is smug and direct about her feelings? Thank you!! 🫶🫶🫶

Hi Hi! First, thank you for appreciating my work ❤️❤️

I tried my best to deliver and I apologize in advance if anything deviated from the proposal. I used Five from last season because his personality in these last few episodes is my favorite. Again, thanks for the request and i hope u like!

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What do you feel?

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x F!Reader

Warnings: fluffff, some things are a little out of canon, F!Reader is also someone with powers. She can feel others' feelings and make others feel hers through touch.

You still remembered the first time Five crossed your eyes at Temps Comisson. The neat jacket, the formal shorts and the almost arrogant posture for just a kid. At first, you hated him.

"A new friend for you." the manager introduced you to him and the two of you barely bothered to shake hands.

"Great, a newbie." Five replied, without much patience.

"I already have my suitcase, I don't need this new one." the cynicism in your tone was clear to both of them. When you saw the manager looking at you impatiently, you turned to him. "Let's follow the rules: don't get in my way, don't meddle in my choices and please don't expect me to save you if you're standing in the grave."

"I could say the same." Five replied, extending his hand to you. "Deal."

And a few years later, here you were. Cooped up in the family of what you could call your best friend, attending a wedding taking place under the lights of the end of the world.

"What do you think, huh? Apocalyptic weddings." Five whispered as the bride and groom entered.

"First I need to find someone who can handle it." your answer came out almost automatically and you just watched Five deny it, with a smile on his lips.

The ceremony was quick, totally the opposite of dinner. The two of you chose to sit at a table alone, taking in your surroundings. The happy couples, Ali and Viktor fighting, Ben being disturbed by Klaus.

"Can you feel what they think from here?" Five asked, filling his glass.

"Sex, sex." you pointed to Luther and Diego with their respective spouses. "Guilt and grudge." you pointed at Viktor and then Allison. "And suicide." Finally, you pointed at Ben. "Look, I don't even need to go there and touch them."

"Sometimes I forget." He pointed to your hands covered in gloves. "And you, how do you feel about the world ending?"

"Relief, I guess." You lied, seeing him nod.

You both watched Klaus approach, in silence. Brother Hargreeves tried to convince them to listen to Sir Reginald, but it was in vain. You understood his hope, in trying to somehow rescue his father's good image and no matter how much he denied it, you could feel that Five wanted to be able to have that kind of hope too.

"I still don't believe him." Five said in a low tone, despite having alcohol in his blood, he still needed to remain alert.

"Me either." you imitated him, moving closer to him. The two of your heads were practically glued together as the two of you talked. "It's a shame to see Klaus so… wait a minute."

Sir Reginald's presence was present there, frightening everyone. It wasn't the spiteful version that you heard Five talk about over the years, but there was something that didn't fit there, you could feel it.

The man gave a brief speech, with a huge poem and it was clear from the looks of those around that the situation was stranger than you could imagine. Perhaps with the intention of breaking the ice hovering in the air, as soon as Hargreeves left the microphone, the dance floor was filled with music and colored lights.

"The old man is actually good at it." Five pondered, taking your attention.

"I don't know, something is wrong. He's always alert, he won't let me touch him." you responded immediately, watching him think for a few seconds.

"Any ideas what we can do?"

"I don't know if you got the memo, but we're about to die. " you turned away from Five to grab your glass. In a cynical gesture, you took your glass towards his glass, improvising a toast. "Here's to the old man's minutes of sanity."

"How can you be so frank?" He seemed indignant, drawing a laugh from your lips. "You're worse than me."

"Ah, dear Five. Try to feel what everyone else feels for a day. All the anger, all the fear. Your own feelings become a burden to you." your words silenced him, leaving space for him to just nod and for you to return to contemplating the speeches.

"I'm glad the world is ending." he stood up, extending his hand to you while his other hand held the bottle of champagne you shared. "Screw other people's feelings."

"Yeah, screw it." You accepted and stood up.

Five led you to the dance floor and even though the music was more upbeat and the dance floor was full of his brothers, he still spun you around a few times, in a kind of disconcerted waltz.

Five soon let go of you and climbed up to where the DJ table was, taking the microphone from the strange man. Without speech or prior notice, Five began to sing. The lyrics weren't the happiest of all, much less the melody, but they were familiar to you. You remembered singing it a few times in Five's presence and saying how much it reminded you of your father, who had been away from you for years.

"Would you accompany me?" your eyes moved away from Five's to Klaus, who proposed a dance. You could notice his suspicious look as he led you away.

"You like him, don't you?" Klaus asked and you just nodded, there was no point in hiding it anymore. "Well, you still have some time until the world ends."

"And if it doesn't end, what do I do next?"

"What do you mean it doesn't end?" Klaus asked, stopping turning you around. "Will you accept Dad's plan?"

"No, no, that's not it. I've seen Five end apocalypses before, I think something inside me hopes he can fix this one too. Maybe it's just the grief speaking inside me."

"Yeah, maybe."

Klaus turned you around once again and let you go, leaving you alone for just a few seconds.

"Let's get out of here?" Five's voice materialized behind you. "I need fresh air."

Before you could respond, he held your hand and led you away. It only took a few minutes for the two of you to be alone, watching the orange sky from the building's terrace.

"Can I ask you something?" You sat next to him, keeping little distance. Before you could ask, he held out the bottle of champagne he hadn't put down yet.

"Technically you already asked."

"Stop being an idiot." your shoulders collided with his. "That's it, right? I think we finally don't have the solution."

"I can almost believe you're scared." this time, you didn't deny it, you just looked away. "You know you don't need to talk, right?"

"I know, but it's frustrating. Running after saving the world all this time and not being able to. I'd rather die, I don't know, run over by a car, with an anvil falling on my head. But an apocalypse?" you laughed and watched Five do what you had done many times when you couldn't use your voice to talk. He took one of your hands and took off the glove, allowing himself to touch your skin.

"I can feel you." he replied, in a low tone. "You are afraid."

Five preferred to omit everything else he felt when he touched your skin. Fear, anguish, anxiety, love. The last one weighed on his mind, but he knew you and knew you would come out as soon as he felt comfortable. In a way, he knew that when he touched you, you would also be aware of his feelings.

"The only people who aren't scared are those who aren't paying attention."

"I think we need to drink more, to forget about this." even after just a few minutes of sitting, Five pulled you to your feet. "And this dress suits you, it's a waste to stay here while the party is going on downstairs."

Again, he dragged you downstairs, where the celebration was taking place. Whiskey, vodka, beer, everything that still contains a quantity of alcohol became part of your menu and at the end of the party, you found yourself sitting at the counter, Five standing a few meters away, tasting two different drinks. Maybe that would be the last time the two of you would party.

"Five?" you interrupted him, making him place the two bottles on the floor. "I don't want to die with regrets."

"Elucidate me on that."

"Even though The Handler always made it clear that I was too much for you, I like you." A sob caused by alcohol interrupted your train of thought. "I like it and I know that maybe I'm a little too much for your arrogance. You're also a little too much for me." You laughed, seeing him approach. "I think after these years, it's only fair for me to say that I love you."

"You think?" he laughed, fitting himself between your legs dangling from the metal counter. "You drank too much."

"You too." you responded immediately, starting to take off your gloves. "And alcohol doesn't affect my opinion. Feelings don't lie, do you want to feel?" Before the first glove could leave your hand, Five stopped you.

"I believe in you and I feel the same." he replied and in an unexpected gesture, he hugged you, putting his face in your mouth. "I've loved you for a while, it's a shame it took us so many years to realize."

"We can live that at least now." You gave space for his face to be in front of yours. "Damn, now I wish I could end this apocalypse."

His lips took yours and instead of his hands attaching themselves to your body, Five disheveledly took off your gloves and pulled your hands until they tangled around the back of his neck.

"I love you so much." he murmured between your lips, feeling almost overwhelmed by all the feeling that emanated from your hands. "Tonight, I'm yours and you're mine, fuck this apocalypse."

"Until the world ends?" you asked breathlessly.

"Until the world ends."

Your mouth tasted like alcohol, sweets and fear for the small future, but Five didn't see the problem, after all you could love each other until the world ended.

#fiction #reader insert #no use of y/n #requests open #the umbrella academy s3 #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader

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lksvi · 10 months

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midnight drives

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⊹ ༚ death island!leon kennedy x gn!reader

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎summary — driving on a motorcycle at midnight has to be one of the strangest (and the best) dates you've ever been on

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎content — fluff, pre or post di, kinda messy, not edited

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎word count — 1.2k

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎note — dedicated to my lovely friend @spiderchai !!!! please go check out dolly, their works are amazing!! i hope they enjoy this rushed work hahaha!! also feel like the format might be weird so if it is ignore it please

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⊹ ༚ masterlist

Gentle hum of a radio, moonlight pouring through glass panes. Lavender a phantom smell across your room, stars twinkling against the vast expanse of the midnight sky. Peaceful moments of these are often fleeting, marred by the troubles of life. You don’t let that ruin you tonight, though. Tonight is special.

A few nights ago, a handsome man at a bar caught your eye. Brown locks framed his face, stubble adorning his jaw and above his upper lip. A tight-fitting t-shirt did little to conceal the muscles he had, broad shoulders that had you wondering what he did for a living. What drew you to him were his eyes, though; blue and all-consuming. A cathedral of everlasting faith.

One drink led to another and soon you were being led out by the man, Leon. You swore you saw him shiver when you tested the name on rose-colored lips. He called a taxi for you, waiting with you outside in the chilly air. With an arm around your shoulders, he kept you hugged into his side, a silent apology for not having a jacket to shield you from the cold.

“If you wanna do this again,” He had said, tugging a pen from his jean pocket. Calloused hands gently outstretched your arm, revealing your forearm to him. He kept you steady as he wrote his number on it, outlining the numbers, complete with a sign of his name. “There’s my number.” A final caress of his thumb on your wrist was the last touch he gave you that night.

You can still smell his expensive cologne. Subtle with citrus scents.

When you had gotten home, stumbling inside, you had longed for another encounter with him. Before you passed out on the couch, you had written his number on a piece of paper and tacked it on your fridge. The next morning, when you woke up with a splitting headache, the first thing you had done was text Leon. Over the course of a few hours, you’d planned a date with him.

Oddly enough, it was at midnight. He wanted it to be a surprise, and ever a lover of mystery, you entrusted your night with him.

Now, you’re almost reconsidering. Anxiety nips at your heels as you pace in the living room, nails bitten down to the quick. The radio does little to quell your cynical thoughts. Before you could reach for your phone, make an excuse and cancel the date, you’re distracted by the purring of an engine. You peek out of your blinds to see a motorcycle sat in front of your house, green detailing standing out against the grey.

The motorcycle is parked, a helmet occupying the handle bars, and another coming to rest on the seat. Standing beside it is Leon, a hand running through his hair. He holds something in his other hand, but you don’t see it. You dash away from the window, patting your hair down and smoothing the wrinkles in your clothes out. A knock at your door sounds like the bells of a church.

When you open it, a smile curled on your lips, you’re surprised to see the flowers in Leon’s hand. He outstretches them towards you, a grin mirrioring your own. “For you,” He says. You fail to hide how pleased you are, a twinkle in your gaze as you take them gingerly. You thank him for the flowers, setting them on a cabinet in front of your window. You peer behind him to stare at his motorcycle, gaze drifting back towards sky-light blues. “You ride a motorcycle?” You ask curiously. An eager grin fades into a confident smirk, side stepping so you can come out and shut the door behind you. “Surprised?” He asks, a chuckle leaving him. He guides you to his motorcycle, a hand on the small of your back. He takes the helmet off of the handle bars to hold it up, smaller than the one sitting on the seat. “I hope this fits you,” He says. “Or we might have to find something else to do, hm?” Before you could answer, much less lift your hands to take the helmet from him, he’s gently putting it on your head. He clasps the buckle together, tightening it until it’s firm but not harsh on your head.

“Thank you,” You say, despite your words choked up in your throat. You hope he doesn’t notice how your words crack. He waves you off, tugging his own helmet on, before sitting down. He motions behind him with his head. “Take a seat, sweetheart,” He instructs you, scooting up slightly to give you more room. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.” You do as he says, arms encricling his torso, nerves nipping your skin.

“There you go,” Leon purrs. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Nothin’ to be nervous about, [Name]. I’m right here.” The engine reverberates throughout your body, purring, headlights flickering on. The drive is nice. He doesn’t go fast, like some other men would, instead taking it slow. The streetlights illuminate the road. You lean into Leon, resting against him. You’re able to feel his chuckle.

Stopping at a red light, he kicks the brake, turning back to look at you. “You havin’ fun?” He asks. Surprisingly, you are. You had been incredibly nervous about this date, but you’ve had nothing but a fun time. “I am!” You answer with a grin.

The red light turns green and you’re on the move again. Leon shows off how fast he can go, with your permission first, the engine roaring to life. Laughter is shared between you two, echoing off the streetlights and the trees. For now, it feels like just you and Leon. You two are the only one occupying the space of the road, able to go as fast as you want.

It goes on like that for a while: Laughing and Leon pulling tricks, telling you to hold on whenever he speeds up. It’s a nice contrast to the boring responisibilities of every day life. It feels over all too soon when Leon pulls into a parking lot of an empty park. He parks the bike, undoing his helmet to hang it off the handles. You undo yours in turn, standing up and setting it on the seat.

“That was awesome!” You gush, a grin playing at your lips. Leon chuckles, running a hand through brown locks, taming the frenzy it became beneath the bike helmet. You’re sure your hair is messy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. “So awesome you would do it again?” He asks with a boyish grin, an arch of his brow.

You don’t even need to think about it. You’ve had such a fun time with Leon tonight, shared laughter and corny jokes, that you would be excruciatingly upset if it never happened again. “Only if it’s with you,” You counter, relishing in the slight pink that dusts his cheeks. His eyes widen slightly, but he quickly gains his composure. “Guess there’ll be another date.” “There’ll have to be.” An arch of his brow. “Is that so?” A glance at his lips. “It is.”

“I won’t disappoint you, then,” Leon says.

He takes a step closer. Your gaze meets his. His hand comes up to rest on your face, calloused thumb caressing your cheek. You lean into his hand. Rose-colored lips part in a question. “Can I kiss you?” Anyone else and you would’ve said no. Anyone but Leon. “Please.”

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whiskersz · 3 months

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hi! saw your match ups were open and wanted to send a request if that's ok! im a woman and my pronouns are he/him. i don't have a gender preference or a type. i'd like romantic if that's alright. as far as aesthetic goes, i'm not really sure what to call it. i work as a receptionist so i'm generally just always dressed smart. i'm not really one for dresses, trousers and shirts are my go to. i wear a lot of jewellery though, at least one ring and one bracelet on each hand. i always wear glasses bc i cannot see at all and i've got long reddish hair. as for personality im quite a quiet person. i always help people where i can. i've got a dry sense of humour and have a tendency towards cynicism but at least i'm fun with it. i'm a very organised person. confrontation is not my strong point. i'm not afraid to stand up for myself and others, i've done it before but i will shake the entire time and i wish that was an exaggeration. i know its bad but i love a good gossip, its fun. i've got a few hobbies and interests, i love reading, mainly crime fiction. that ties into my other interest of true crime, i actually have 2 degrees in forensic psychology. i'm a very music oriented person. not only do i listen to it a lot, but i also play piano and sing. i engage in a lot of genres but i've been balls deep in an inescapable musical theatre phase for about a decade. i used to be in a society for it, definitely better at singing and dancing than acting, and i also did a lot of backstage stuff. i was even stage manager in one production (never again). my job and my degrees required me to be quite tech savvy in the sense thay i needed to know how to use a couple data handling softwares which i somehow managed. things i like - books, animals, sunny weather, warm white lights. things i dislike - people that don't have manners, loud overlapping noises, being rained on, insects. i don't have any characters that are a hard no. i hope i've done everything alright, you're such a talented writer and thank you :)

Hello! Yes, you’ve done everything perfectly and provided me a lot of information which I appreciate ;3 also, thank you for calling me a talented writer, I appreciate it a lot :((

Now, prepare to be sssurprised, as I match you with...

Sir Pentious!

Yes, him! Allow me to explain: you said you’re a cynic, a person distrustful of human sincerity. Sir Pentious is the exact demon who would prove you that some people, in this case him, are sincere. He’s a genuine individual, somewhat ingenuous if you will, who likes the simplest of things such as drinking good tea and having friends.

Described as a wussy fighter by Vivziepop herself, he really needs somebody who will stand up for him and you seem to be the right person for this job, as you’re not afraid of doing so. He actually quite admires your courage, as even he can notice that you’re nervous when you stand up for other people, and yet he wonders how you manage to do it either way. He thanks you profusely each time this happens, and promises to look out for you in return.

Your job and degrees requiring you to be a quite tech savvy person makes me think that you’d somehow end up getting asked for help in some of his inventions; he trusts that you’re somewhat of a quick learner and smart, plus he simply loves to include you in his hobbies just as you include him in yours (more on this later!), so having you around him and the Egg Boiz is quite the pleasure every time.

Despite being a little silly, Pentious can very well be a gentleman, too. You dislike people with no manners? He’s more than willing to hiss at them if you ever come across any. You hate loud noises? He’ll make sure to invent something, anything that could help you with that. Don’t like being rained on? He will remove his jacket to hold it over your head if he has to. And rest assured he will remind Niffty about the gross bugs circulating in the Hotel if she doesn’t clean well enough.

Sir Pentious is not the most courageous demon around, we’re all aware of this. But! For you he will make an exception, and watch all those true crime videos and read the crime fiction you seem to be so passionate about. After all, you join him in his hobbies, so him participating in your is the least he can do. He’s also not afraid of gory situations themselves, so that’s something. He unexpectedly finds himself enjoying the time spent with you, especially reading, and he definitely interrupts you at least once each time to prepare a cup of tea for both him and you, if you enjoy it.

I can also see him being mesmerized by your skills each time you sing or play piano, and he would definitely try to learn how to sing/play along! He comes up with all these silly little tunes, it’s quite endearing on your side actually, and he surely wants to hear the most modern music you can play for him.

Pentious doesn’t really care what his lover is wearing at all, he will compliment you no matter if you’re dressed classy, cute, edgy or if you’re just getting ready to go to work. To him, you’re the most gorgeous person around, and while he’d be a little more on the shy side at first with compliments, he’d definitely go all out once you’ve been in a relationship for a while. He quite enjoys your liking for jewellery, and will remind you how pretty it looks on you whenever you’re putting it on.

All in all, I feel like you two would be the cutest representation of ‘opposites attract’!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin matchup #hazbin matchups #matchup #matchups

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Some of Ben's relationships to the group live rent free in my brain so here...

Lee: Ben seems to trust Lee most of all, ask him for guidance and is truthful to Lee. I think Ben sees Lee as the leader and Lee having been a teacher before the apocalypse he views him as reliable and someone to ask for help.

If Lee revealed his past to Ben for me that is pivotal to why Ben told Lee first about the deal he had with the bandits. If Lee threatened to kill him when he told him then Ben shall be fearful and stammer a lot more around him. If Lee asked Ben's side of the story, he refrains from sharing the whole truth about what the bandits had done to him and his classmates but still tells Lee what is necessary.

Kenny: Kenny is the family man of the group and Ben and his father were very close. Ben respects Kenny's love for his family and of course carries the guilt for having caused Duck and Katjaa's death. Seeing Kenny as the family man of the group and the UNBEARABLE guilt of having caused Kenny's actual family's death leads Ben to try to constant impress him and compensate for his mistakes.

After he reveals what happened at the Motor Inn he understands the anger Kenny has towards him but its become too much to handle. Ben is already suicidal as is and feels he is worthless. He still wants to prove himself to Kenny though because they had shared moments when working on the boat and trying to open the door in Crawford but Kenny pushes him and it became detrimental to Ben's ability to cope. Just making a bad situation worse. Ben felt inhuman and had to remind Kenny that he's human too, and lost his family with no telling what could have happened to them. He would have seen Kenny coming to rescue him in the alley as a sign of forgiveness.

Clem: Ben had a little sister older than Clementine, Kirsty (his own sister) for the most part was a typical 13 year old who found her older brother an embarrassment. Still they were close but cynical as two teenage sibling could be but they used to be close. Clem is still at a young age where she sees Ben as a friend no matter his mistakes and Ben cared for her. Though pessimistic about always being treated like a useless kid himself, which caused him to be a terrible watch for Clem and Duck. And he felt terrible for running away when she needed him in Savannah. One of the many mistakes he wanted to rectify after she goes missing.

Omid: Omid seems to generally care about Ben, asking him if he is okay when the group return from Crawford or asking where Ben is if Lee dropped Ben at the belltower. I feel like Ben and Omid were friends. Omid probably telling him stupid jokes and Ben pretending that he didn't find them funny. Omid seemed to be only one who recognized that Ben was just a irresponsible kid.

Christa: She's nice but Ben's acutely aware that Christa's priorities is Omid and so they didn't have a lot in common. She also was quick to voting him off of the boat. Not that Ben held that against her at all.

Lilly: FEARFUL. She was cold and heartless with him. And Ben was always a stammering, nervous wreck around her. He felt as though he didn't deserve to be apart of the group she wanted to lead.

I can talk about these all day & what relationships I think he'd have with characters from later seasons but that's it for now.

#「 you don't like my clothes but you still like my smile . musings 」#long post #tw: sucidal thoughts

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a-crack-in-the-universe · 7 months

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I finished watching season 1 of New Amsterdam a while ago, and I have thoughts. Not all of them are good.

What I liked:

The premise of a doctor trying to change the system to save patients’ lives.

Seeing all the shenanigans the doctors got up to while trying to help their patients.

The blizzard two-part episode was really great and was one episode (aside from the season finale) I found very memorable.

Seeing Max get called out repeatedly by the other doctors when he did stupid things and acted like an asshole. It was great that his friends held him accountable for his actions and didn’t let him off easily because of his cancer.

Max struggling with cancer was a highlight. I loved seeing him deal with his illness and how he could die from it. Him being a doctor made it doubly interesting.

Bloom, Sharpe, Iggy and Kapoor are great characters with great actors and I enjoyed seeing them on screen.

The patient cases and how the doctors managed to handle them were very interesting. Especially the organ transplant chain.

Finally, I love how this series is more optimistic and hopeful in tone and not cynical and grim like House was.

What I didn’t like:

I didn’t outright hate any of the characters, but sometimes some of them got on my nerves, especially in the beginning.

Reynolds. He was probably my least favourite character. He was so entitled, arrogant and prideful, and I didn’t like how he treated Evie in the beginning of their relationship.

I also couldn’t get into Evie and Reynolds’ romance because it felt like he was only dating her because she was black and not because he actually loved her. He literally got into a relationship with her because Bloom introduced them after he told her that he wanted to marry a black woman. Then he spends the next however many episodes not really showing that he loves Evie (even Iggy calls him out on it). So when he finally decided to propose at the end of the season I found myself agreeing with his mother that it wasn’t the right choice for him and I don’t believe his feelings for Evie are that deep and sincere.

Also I hated how the narrative treated Georgia!! Her role for the entire season was basically just being Max’s love interest and emotional support and then she got killed off for manpain. Not cool.

How they retconned the Season 1 finale in Season 2 by having Bloom survive instead of Georgia. The emergency responders literally covered Bloom’s body with a sheet, suggesting that she had died on impact. Then in the season 2 premiere we see that she actually was taken into the hospital and had surgery. Why would the paramedics put a sheet over her if she was going to go into surgery? I think it would’ve been better if Bloom had died in the season 1 finale. It would’ve been a surprising twist that would’ve affected Max and the other doctors more deeply, since they worked with her and were closer to her than they were to Georgia.

#new amsterdam #new Amsterdam season 1 #new Amsterdam spoilers

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shameonmeeguiltypleasure · 2 years

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Just finished “First Comes Scandal” from JQ’s Bridgerton prequel series, and here are some of my thoughts.

Coming from the future to the past is honestly an experience. You can’t help but be drawn to what you know and what you loved.

Penelope and Colin’s book holds a very special place in my heart, but if I’m being honest Eloise and Phillip’s story is my favourite of the lot. Anyway, there’s something about the friends to lovers & slow burn/build trope that calls to me.

I think it might be the discovery of everything you never knew you wanted or needed being beside you all this time. It’s the unbearable rush of desire once you discover the barest hint of attraction for someone already so precious, that suddenly spirals into a frantic need to keep them forever with you in whatever way possible. (Oops, might have slipped into my SMB fanfic writer brain).

What I personally loved about Nicholas and Georgiana is that they are very clearly friends.

They know each other, like each other and honestly support each other and their interests. There’s no explosive drama with that ‘he said – she said’ accusation. They actually talk to each other. Sometimes it works out for the best, but sometimes one of them isn’t ready to listen. But rather than getting mad about it, they take a breath, step away from each other and when the other party is ready to listen, they try again.

For whatever reason, I find that very attractive.

In all honesty, I can be very harsh on female characters, despite sharing their same gender. So, it was not surprising that I absolutely adored Nicholas.

It was the way, Nicholas immediately charmed me with his sarcasm, wit, and disbelief at his father’s audacity in the very first chapter. The way he kept wondering if someone died, thinking nothing else could be as important, only to be told his father expected him to marry. I couldn’t stop smiling during the entire discussion.

Then we get to know Georgie and find she is literally a woman minding her business and some asshole decided to take his chances crashing her lane. I loved reading her conversation with her three cats and her cynical commentary about what happened.

Then the dinner scene and the lake scene with baby Ant & Ben, where Nick and Georgie are written properly interacting with each other. JQ did a brilliant job in proving the friendship aspect of their relationship. They were very obviously comfortable with one another, there was a trust between them, and I loved that.

But…. If I had to give an overall score…. I’d rate it 8.5/10.

I loved Nick and Georgie, they were a lovely read and had me laughing quite a bit. I loved reading how they navigated intimacy together, that was definitely attractive to me.

But I think when it comes to JQ, there’s a certain ‘oomph’ missing for me.

It might be because I prefer my romances with some darker characteristics that are borderline toxic (ahem… hence the existence of Seducing Mr Bridgerton), but this was a very pleasant read to tide me over as I wait for S3 of Bridgerton.

If I had to pick my favourite part from the book, it will definitely be Baby Colin. I admit that reading about Edmund and Violet was rather bittersweet because we know his fate. And I couldn’t help but wonder about the unwritten details of what happened. How did Georgie handle his death? How did Nick? Did Nick and Georgie have kids? I need more Auntie Georgie and Uncle Nick!!

Overall, I’m definitely proud to own a copy of ‘First Comes Scandal’ because I’ll definitely be re-reading it on rainy or lazy days where you just want the comfort of a healthy relationship.

Maybe I’ll write a comparison essay between ‘Romancing Mr Bridgerton’ and ‘First Comes Scandal’, just because their troupes are so alike but different.

Who knows, but I can 100% confirm, that reading this book helped soothe the withdrawal symptoms I’ve been suffering from the lack of Polin content. And it might do the same for you.

#Bridgerton #The Bridgerton Series #The Bridgerton Prequel Series #bridgerton netflix #First comes scandal #book recs 2022 #book rec #Julia Quinn #book review

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namimikan · 1 year

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every time, istg. orange marmalade, days of hana, now she’s hopeless.

there’s just something about this author that always makes me averse to the main ship.

and. like. i could like it? i feel like i’ve gotten into ships where it is founded upon this inevitable heartbreak -- lead falls for the mark, etc. and you’re waiting for the fallout from the beginning.

i just. don’t feel especially sympathetic to the ml, bc he’s written as a hard headed idiot.

and i feel like it’s going to take considerable amount of work for me to really believe he likes gabin beyond he’s paid to be her bodyguard without her knowing for the next two years. (and then the rest of his life as hush money.) like. i just don’t think he’s genuinely invested in her beyond a paycheck. his tenacity for her is literally bc her guardians are paying for his education.

at this point, kind of rooting for the childhood friend with twisted logic atm. not that much, but like. right now it’s better than the ml.

but i like gabin. i like her flaws and cynicism, and how she wants to be the bad guy to protect herself and others too. the way she combats her bullies, and combats her grandmother, and is ostracized for her unpleasantness, bc she can’t stand bootlickers or pity. i think this is the first time the author has written an engaging character that is multifaceted. she’s hopeless, in the sense, she is one without hope. rather than, she’s an idiot, like the ml is.

like i think he tries. in other series? i think ml of OM could have been fascinating, but the stalker levels were so offputting to me, that the complexities of dating what you hate and being bullied by people who also hate vampires is... layered? but both ml and fl are steeped in immaturity, which makes sense, they’re teens, that i’m just. idk. put of by them. but i’m also like... the execution was kinda bad, and it was so hard to see what they liked about each other.

but i feel like i like the ambition presented in OM!ml, tbh? even if it’s... so disastrously handled. it’s good that he has flaws, even if that made me mad at him, at how tackily the story tried to handle it, and explore it and make him change. tho less hamfisted than the kdrama.

DOH was not. good. actually, storywise, it’s pretty good? like again, interesting concept that was always bleak, reaches a bleak conclusion. the problem is, the romance failed. maybe don’t make them essentially siblings growing up/indentured servitude all their life, and be like. they were in love all along?

and maybe i don’t like that SH!ml reminds me of DOH!ml. simpler, designed to be liked, but dense. but i kind of. idk. i don’t like them for that? i can’t root for them that easily? he’s like, maybe better than a lot of people by default in the manhwa, but it’s also like. that doesn’t mean i have to like him instantly? and also i just cannot judge which idiotic main character i like instantly and don’t, it’s always case by case, and in this one, i just. don’t feel sorry for the trap he’s got himself stuck into.

some idiots have charm, i don’t think SH or DOH mls do.

but also, judging by the track record, it’s like. this is going to tank.

#manhwa blogging #currently: she's hopeless #currently: days of hana #currently: orange marmalade

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prcphesieslie · 1 year

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“ he is a weapon, a killer . do not forget it . you can use a spear as a walking stick , but that will not change its nature . ”

~ madeline miller

Look who just woke up- is that MATTHEW DADDARIO? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s QUINTON PAYNE (OC; ares) from PERCY JACKSON. I heard he is 28 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a SIGNATURE TWIN EYE ROLL, YEARS OF PINT UP ANGER MELTING INTO GUILT, FLOORS AND COUNTER TOP COVERED IN EMPTY BOTTLES, BLOODY BANDAGES COVERING BUSTED KNUCKLES, DINTED FLASK ALWAYS TUCKED IN HIS RIGHT BACK POCKET impression. But here, they are working as a STREET FIGHTER/BARTENDER. They’re known to be quite PROTECTIVE & LOYAL, but have a tendency to be CYNICAL & AGGRESSIVE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns ::

cis male ;; he/him

How long have they been in Sydney?

two years

Which suburb do they live in?

king’s cross; owns a very shitty apartment

Personality Description ::

Strangers :: Quinton is an asshole. Such an asshole. Do not walk to close, stare, or god forbid you bump into him. He will ruin any shred of confidence you have just with his words. if he doesn't just bunch you in the face and send you to the hospital. he's been to jail. he's really not afraid of going back.

Friends :: quinton doesn't really have any friends. he has acquaintances. and same rules apply to them as they do strangers, except he's less likely to hit you. the only difference is, if someone messes with one of his acquaintances, he'll beat the shit out of the person messing with them, but he's likely to claim it's just because he hasn't been in a fight for a while.

Family / Close Friends :: Quinton's close friends are his family and he won't put up with anyone saying they aren't. he will do anything for them. absolutely anything. literally... anything. but do be warned, he is still an asshole, but everything is said with love instead all encompassing hatred and spite. if he hugs you, you know he thinks the world of you. but if he says he loves you, you're his entire world.

Memories of their real life ::

Life was never good to Quinton Payne.

Actually, life was a fucking bitch to him. Losing everyone he cared about turned him even more jaded than he’d once been.

But it all started when he was growing up. The son of ares was born a few minutes before his twin sister to an alcoholic mother who couldn’t give less of a shit about her children. Being twins, they attracted more monsters than some, but the twins always found a way to handle it. But that didn’t stop their mother from always finding something to blame the two children for. Quinton didn’t shed a single tear for her the day they found out she’d died. His only thought was protecting and caring for his ‘little sister’.

They ended up on the streets after that, refusing be put into a system that would likely tear them apart in the end. Quinton always did his best to shield Frankie from the true cruelty of the world, but he knew his sister. She was off doing gods know what when he was selling his body, stealing, dealing, and street fighting to earn them anything he could. There were days he wouldn’t eat just to make sure there was enough for Frankie to be somewhat comfortable. But the toll this life took was undeniable even if he was good at hiding it. A satyr came for them when they older than most others, but not before Quinton had already began slipping into a life of alcohol and drug abuse.

Just another trait he could thank his mother for.

But camp? Gods, Quinton fucking hated camp. He hated the gods. He hated everything. But not his sister. Gods, never his sister. Soon enough he added two others to that list as well- Luke Castellan and Cassandra Baron. Cassie was the baby sister he’d never had. She fit in perfectly with him and Frankie, never once scared of their darkness and chaos. If anything she delighted in it even more than he did. She and Frankie were terrifying together, but he loved them more than anything.

But Luke… Luke was- he knew it was never going to end well. Right from the start, but it never stopped him.

Luke was his best friend, something he’d never had before camp. Sure, he had Frankie and she would always mean the world to him, but it was different. Frankie was his sister, they’d gone through everything together growing up. Luke hadn’t been there before the trauma, the drugs, and the alcohol, but he still stuck around anyway and he didn’t have to. He understood Quinton in a way no one else had ever bothered to. And he’d starting realizing all too late that maybe the love he had for the other man was a little more than just platonic.

So when Luke created his army, Quinton didn’t hesitate to join, knowing Frankie would be right behind him and so would Cassie. He’d always been too eager to get in a fight, so a war against the gods he hated? It was… well, a god send. But nothing prepared him for the slow descent into madness, despair, and death he was about to experience. Oh, if only he’d known what his best friend had planned.

Everything was good in the beginning, never far from Luke’s side as they planned how to destroy the gods that had held them down for so long. But the farther the Luke he knew seemed to slip away, the more Quinton fell back into his own ways. Drugs, sex, and alcohol became his favorite pass times, using things harder than he ever had before. Fights became a daily experience. His uncanny ability to piss off anyone just by being near them and his shortening temper made sure of that. Almost always ending in whoever was on the other side of fight being sent to the medics almost completely unrecognizable.

But it all came to a head the day Luke gave his body over to Kronos.

He’d been with him that day same as he almost always was. But what he hadn’t been expecting was the kiss. Luke pulled him down, pressing their lips together as a last goodbye, and not a day went by afterwards that Quinton didn’t wish he’d held his best friend just a little tighter in those moments. Because he knew what it meant… everything as it had been was coming to an end, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Quinton had never cried before. Not even when his own mother had died, but that night he’d sobbed. Clutching his pillow to his face so no one would hear him, he mourned a love he knew he would now never experience. He should have spoken up. But it had never been the time. They had a war to win.

But the days that followed? He became a shell of himself… the drugs turned harder, the liquor more frequent, and the fights… he was beginning to lose. Because winning was no longer the main goal in his mind. He wanted the pain they brought. He wanted to hurt- to feel anything that wasn’t the pit of hopeless, empty despair that had begun to form inside of him.

The day the final battle of Manhattan came, he wanted to believe that victory was their’s, but his original hope in their cause had been replaced by something else. Something dark and all encompassing. In a moment of weakness, he decided to shoot up right before it began. Maybe if he hadn’t things would have been different. Maybe he would have been able to save the ones he cared for the most, but in the moment, he wasn’t thinking about any of that. He just wanted to feel something. It was so stupidly selfish.

When the fighting broke out, it was chaos. He lost sight of Frankie and Cassie, but he stayed by Luke’s side. It was the only place he wanted to be. Until Kronos took over completely with a single thought in mind- kill the one thing still keeping Luke human. The titan taunted the son of ares the entire fight. He was using the body of the man he loved to kill him. Quinton managed to fight him off long enough to escape, but not before the titan struck a devastating blow to his abdomen, sword cutting straight through him.

The rest of the battle was a blur as he tried to stay conscious, but he felt it the moment Luke died. Later, he was told what he felt was himself blacking out from blood loss. But he knew better. The way it felt like his heart broke in his chest. That wasn’t his death, but it might as well have been.

Waking up when the battle was finally over, he would never forgetting the cry that left his throat when he heard the words now permanently seared in his memory. The medic giving him their condolences followed by three names…

Frankie.

Cassie.

Luke.

In seconds, he lost his entire world. Everyone he had ever loved- gone. Just like that. In an instant, he was completely and utterly alone.

His heart might not have stopped beating, but that was the day Quinton Payne died.

Memories of their fake life ::

His parents called him a problem child because to them that’s all he was. They saw the substance abuse and the fighting and wrote it off as pointless calls for attention because why would their son ever be depressed? They kicked him out not long after it all started. He’s been in between bar jobs and street fighting ever since. Doing his best not to get wrapped back up into dealing like he was in his real life. It didn’t end too well for him the first time.

Wanted Connections ::

Other Children of Ares

People Who Knew Growing Up on the Street (oc)

Fake Life Siblings

People He's Sold To

Other Fighters

Coworkers

#( quinton | musings )#( sole survivor | quinton )#drugs tw #death mention tw #thebridge: intro

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lesbianjackies · 2 years

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Forever

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Mentions of Reggie again 😒, mild angst ig but like not really

Summary: You and Five realize you're quite a bit more than best friends.

General Taglist: @caladrius103

Five Hargreeves Taglist: @dragon-master-kai, @justbookworm

Moots: @iheardarumorthings (who gave me the idea for this hehe), @thewritingbabe, @scandalous-chaos, @ddejavvu

Five Hargreeves is not an easy person to win the favor of. He’s pretentious, disagreeable, and overall seems to rather dislike everyone he lays eyes on. Everyone, it seems, but you.

You don’t know how you did it, really. You don’t know what it was about you that so struck Five Hargreeves’ fancy, to such an extent that he took you with him everywhere, even when he traveled to the future. You’re clumsy, and impulsive, and disorganized and inattentive and anxious - all qualities that when you first met Five, seemed quite the type of traits that would make him immediately dislike you. But somehow, things happened the opposite.

Five was not turned off by your chaos, but rather intrigued by it; he found himself wanting desperately to be around your cheerful carelessness, and it confused him as much as it did you. Perhaps it was your similarities to his brother Klaus, and the astonishingly different way you handled your shortcomings, or just how sheerly you contradicted his very being, with your bouncy, bubbly way of living and his surly, cynical, irritable manner. He couldn’t spend a day without you.

And so, that’s why you are where you are now, 58 years old and stuck in your 15-year-old body with the only man you’ve ever loved, trying desperately to stop an apocalypse that your former employers are determined to make happen. Typical best friend shenanigans, right?

“Five?” you say, lying on your back on Five’s bed and blowing a frustratingly stubborn strand of hair away from your face.

“Mhm?” He hums in response, as he so often does when preoccupied with something else. He keeps his eyes on his chalkboard of a wall and continues scribbling furiously, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“How did we end up here?” you ask, sighing out a bit of a sad laugh.

Five lets out a sigh of his own, setting down his piece of chalk - which is beginning to look more like a stub - and leaning his forehead against the faded black porcelain. “I don’t know.” He laughs bitterly. “I suppose it’s because I’m too foolish to see past my own hubris.”

“No, Five.” You walk over to him, gently pulling him away from the board and into your arms. “No, no, Five, no. You were a child, okay? You were curious and stubborn just like all children are. Your father treated you like you were older than you were, so you felt like you could do anything at far too young an age. And when he told you you couldn’t, he acted as if it was a failure on your part rather than a natural part of being a child. Don’t blame his shortcomings on yourself.”

You hear a whimpering sort of gasp, and with a mild sense of alarm, you realize Five is crying, that the wetness gathering on your shoulder is coming from his tears. You push down your shock and run your fingers through his hair, stroking him softly till the whimpering quiets to a quiet, uneven sort of breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I know how much you like this sweater.”

You let out a watery laugh, realizing you’re crying yourself. “It’ll wash out.”

“Lord, (Y/N),” he says, sounding almost in amazement. “I’ve known you since… forever. I genuinely can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

“Well, I feel the same way about you,” you reply. “You’re my best friend.” Somehow, though, that label doesn’t feel quite right.

“No,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your chin in his hand. “We’re much more than best friends.”

And suddenly his lips are on yours, softly moving until neither of you can take it any longer and it becomes desperate, for nothing and everything all at once. Your hands find their way into his hair, and his curl around your waist, and you no longer feel like a person who’s kissing their best friend. You feel like one half of a whole, finally complete in the arms of your soulmate. You kiss until your chest burns from a lack of oxygen, and then when you pull away for air you hold him in your arms, unwilling to let go until you have no other choice.

“I love you,” you tell him, quietly like a secret only he’s allowed to hear. “I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

“We’re idiots, that’s why,” he cracks, a small smile on his face, and you can’t help but laugh in response.

“You aren’t wrong.” You kiss him softly again, savoring the feel of his lips against yours.

“I love you too,” he says softly as you part once again. “Forever.”

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candlecoo · 2 years

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Do you have any Aizawa’s secret love child Izuku aus? Or any other kind of secret love child Izuku aus?

I don't have one yet and because I love Dadzawa and this request reminds me of one of my favorite fic's Gallows humor we're going with Aizawa!!!

- so I'm not sure how exactly Aizawa and Inko would've met, but I will be messing with some characters ages a little bit for this all to make sense.

- so either Inko went to school with Aizawa, Hizashi, Nemuri and Oboro but was in a different course then the two reunited sometime after or they met later on.

- anyway Inko and Aizawa had a brief relationship before they ended up breaking up because Inko couldn't handle the stress of heroics. But little did she know she was carrying Izuku at the time. She didn't contact her ex wishing to not add anymore stress for him and believing she could raise her son on her own.

- everything goes fine for the first three to four years. Her and Izuku are happy and have had the support of her best friend Mitsuki Bakugou. But then the law firm she works at is attacked by a villain which leads to Inko to being one of the few casualties.

- Izuku moves in with the Bakugou's but everything is not as great as it could be. Izuku has lost his mother, has not developed his quirk yet and has lost most of his friends.

- Katsuki and Izuku hasn't been getting along either, Katsuki has been getting aggressive against Izuku until something breaks between them.

- while the two were out there was an accident leading into Izuku getting injured and Izuku's quirk manifested.

- Izuku's quirk is called Negation, it allows him to create a radius in which no quirk can be activated or used as long as he doesn't blink. The radius at first fluctuate depending on how strong his emotions are when creating the negation zone.(this is really close to a quirk I gave to an oc that I repurposed for this au)

- because of the accident Izuku has a scar under his right eye.

- Mitsuki can't justify keeping Izuku with them if it'll only hurt him so with heavy heart puts him into foster care.

- years pass and Izuku becomes a bit more cynical by his past and the foster care system deeming his quirk villainous, but he still clings to his dream and has made a friend (if not gained a brother) in Shinso Hitoshi.

- the two of them make it into UA's gen Ed but they'll make their way into heroics if it kills them!!!

#negation au #dadzawa #bnha au #bnha headcannons #bnha #bnha izuku #midoriya izuku #candle answers #ask the candle

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nightwings-circus · 2 years

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A nice surprise

18+. Minors will be blocked

A/N: this is kinda shitty but I thought it was still cute so enjoy.

CW: smut. Pet names, oral (M! And F!Receiving), finger stuff, kinda getting caught??? (Over comms), hair pulling.

Synapses: you and your best friend Jason spend Valentine’s Day in the bat cave, and boy is this Valentine’s Day different then any other. Smut

Valentine’s Day had always been an awful Holliday.

You’d grown up on the streets of star city, the lonely child of two members of the league of assassins. You had been a secret, but when you found out about another secret child you had been brutally executed.

Your parents had secretly revived you with the pit before dumping you in star city, untraceable and unknown to anyone, so you hadn’t grown up celebrating “Valentine’s day” it was just another day for you.

That was before you had attempted to beat the shit out of a certain redhead named Roy Harper in a fit of bloodlust.

He had brought you back to Ollie, who upon you calming down and explaining your past to him, had quickly called in the justice league to help figure out what the fuck to do with you.

Eventually it was decided that the only one who could handle you was the one and only Bruce Wayne, a billionaire by day and Batman by night with his own clan of orphans. Seemed like an amazing fit, minus the adoption this time.

The league had eyes everywhere, and could easily find forged adoption documents or anything of the sort. You were introduced to the public as a recently deceased family friend’s daughter, and it worked without raising any suspicion.

That was where you had met Jason Todd, a bookworm with a sharp tongue and enough sarcasm to overpower even Gotham’s most cynical of people.

You had always been close, bonding over books and music and movies, and your shared love of tormenting the others.

Valentines days in the manor were spent on patrol, the occasional sounds of barb and Dick “talking” back in the cave when they accidentally unmuted themselves on the coms. You and Jason would yell at them, telling them to fuck some other time, a time when you weren’t kicking the ass of Gotham’s most wanted.

When Jay died, you had been heartbroken. That’s what it took to realize you might have been in love with the one and only Jason Todd. It took four-ish more years of him being revived and fighting with bruce before ultimately returning to the manor to accept that yes, you definitely were in love with him.

It was your first Valentine’s Day with everyone back in the manor, with Dick visiting after a particularly bad breakup with Kori, Jason back on the good guys team, and you, Tim and Damian being there to hold down the Fort as always.

This Valentine’s Day was turning out to be unlike any other. You and Jason were the ones stuck at home after a few recent bloodlust relapses, with Dick, Tim, and Dami on the streets kicking ass.

“If I hear anything similar to what you told me about Dick and Barb I’m ripping my ear piece out and stomping on it,” Damian sneered over the coms, followed by a noise that sounded like a swift backhand to the back of his head and the muffled sound of Dick telling him off.

You looked over at Jay, stifling a laugh as he flushed slightly, or were you imagining it? You didn’t have time to tell before he quickly looked down and started pulling up cam footage around the city.

Two hours went by of basically nothing. It was the first time you and Jason had been in a room together and had barely talked, it was strange. Something felt off. You both sat on the small couch in the bat cave, Jason reading and you watching the security for anything you could tell the others.

“Happy Valentine’s Day by the way,” his voice was soft, but guarded, like those words were dangerous when spoken aloud.

“Never thought you were one to celebrate Jaybird,” you smiled at him and he flushed at the nickname, and this time you were certain you weren’t imagining it.

“Neither are you! Don’t forget that time you made Tim those secret admirer love hearts that said ‘eat an ass’ on them.” He laughed and closed his book and set it on the ground.

He ran his hands through his messy curls and smiled at you. It made your heart flutter.

“Yeah well B’s reaction when he found them was worth it,” you grinned at him as the computer started to beep. You both jumped up and raced to answer.

“What’s up B,” Jay’s voice rang through the echoing cave.

“Just checking in. We need a couple names ran through the system.” Bruce listed them off and you wrote them on a sticky note before writing each assigned patrol person beside it. Without even thinking you hopped onto Jay’s lap so you could sit and see what came up as he reached his arms around you and looked up the list one by one.

“Thanks you two,” Bruce’s voice rang out after Jason rattled off all the information you found, and Bruce thanked you guys, and ended the line between you and him until he needed it again. You were still sat on Jason’s lap and after you realized you stood up and blushed.

“What, didn’t like the seat?” He teased and you felt your face heat up even more. You replied without even thinking,

“Like the view a little better,” he was the one blushing now, looking up at you with a mix of shock and a little bit of excitement. He stood up and slowly moved towards you, bringing you closer to him than you had ever been outside of your wildest dreams. Then, it finally happened.

Jason pressed his lips against yours softly, and you immediately kissed him back. He was gentle, almost like he was holding himself back in case this would end up terribly. But you did not.

You deepened the kiss, biting his lip gently and earning a moan from him as you ran your hand along his abs through his shirt with his hands on your waist holding you close.

You swore you could melt under his touch, the fact that you were kissing him at all was enough to send your head spinning. After what felt like no time at all he pulled away, his lips slightly redder and a bit more swollen then before.

You pulled away from Jason and started kissing down his neck, his pupils blown out from the lust and adrenaline in his body. Your kisses went even lower as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his suit pants and underwear, slowly unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock from its restraints.

Fuck he was huge, way bigger then you thought he would be. You licked along his length, causing a loud moan to erupt from his lips as he tangled his hands into your hair. You wrapped your lips around the swollen head and slowly took as much as you could into your mouth, swirling your tongue as you sucked.

You stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth with your hand, picking up pace as he moaned and growled under your touch. He gripped your hair and moved you faster, almost choking as you adjusted to the new speed.

Soon he was coming undone, his breathing getting more ragged and his long cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck princess I’m gonna cum,” he moaned as he emptied his load into your mouth, the salty taste hitting your tongue as you swallowed it.

You moved your mouth off, his cock exiting your mouth with a soft pop. He pulled you to your feet and quickly pushed you back into the chair, pulling your legs apart and tracing his fingers up your legs.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He was teasing you now, and fuck was it turning you on. In this moment you were almost grateful that you had to wear your costumes (or at least a more “casual” version of it) even in the cave, just in case you had to leave on backup in a hurry. The tight black miniskirt was a blessing in this moment.

He slowly slipped your panties down your legs and pulled up your skirt, leaving you exposed. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as he slowly moved his fingers to tease your entrance.

“Already so wet for me princess, and all you did was suck my cock. You like having me in your mouth that much? Such a good girl.” His voice was like a purr as his fingers entered you, plunging into your heat as he moved to trace circles around your sensitive clit with his tongue.

His fingers hit a spot inside you that made you shake, your entire body filled with pleasure as he licked your swollen bud like it was his last meal. Soon you felt the knot in your stomach start to unravel, and you came all over Jason’s thick fingers and into his mouth.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead he kept eating you out, his fingers still working into your core as you moaned, whimpered, and let out half-coherent sentences of begging and his name.

“Gonna come again for me pretty girl?” He picked up the pace, the pleasure coursing through your veins as once again you lost control of your senses. Your vision blurred and your head became fuzzy as waves of pleasure flowed through you, cumming harder then you had in your life.

“Well this is turning out to be the best Valentine’s Day I think either of us have ever had. I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” Jason grinned as he slowly put your panties back into place and pulled your skirt back down onto your shaking legs. “You taste fucking amazing princess. Such a good girl for me.”

“I think we have some things we need to discuss when we get back,” Dick’s voice rang over the monitor, making both of you jump.

“Dick??? Who else’s line is fucking open.” Jason blushed a dark red as he snapped at his older brother.

“Mine,” Tim’s voice sounded off, the uncomfortable-ness like a blanket smothering his words.

“I’m smashing my ear peace,” Damian snarled.

You buried your head into the crook of Jason’s neck and flushed, wanting the floor to swallow the two of you up.

“You’re just mad the girl I had in the cave actually fucking likes me dickhead,” Jay growled, making you laugh as Dick tried to argue.

“What’s going on?” This time it was Bruce’s voice on the comms.

And like good friends and siblings, the moment you all heard that the only thing you could say was a choir of sharp,

“NOTHING B. Everything’s fine.”

#jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fluff #jason todd smut #red hood smut #red hood fic

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v-hope · 3 years

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omg so maybe the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation? 🌺

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, college au

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i don’t think i had ever written y/n being jealous before, it was always the boys somehow so this was fun! thank you so much for requesting! btw, this takes place on their last year of college.

Jeongguk had eyes for you only.

That was no surprise. You knew that. His friends knew that. Your friends new that. And pretty much everyone with eyes could see that was the case in a heartbeat. It had been that way ever since high school, and now that you had been together for a year and he had you all to himself, it was far from ever changing.

There were certain people, however, who did not know that was the case — strangers mostly, or classmates of his who did just not give a fuck about him having a girlfriend he was madly in love with.

The latter being the case that day.

The two of you had agreed on meeting at the library to get started on a project you had signed up as partners for, as it was pretty much a given by now. And although the library was not your favourite place to go to when it came to get done with college stuff, it was the only place the two of you would truly focus in, which would be much needed this time since you had to turn it in later the next day, yet were just now getting started on, as you had both been too busy with other exams and assignments to even think about this one.

So, he had headed over there as soon as his last class ended, going up to an empty table and taking a seat, wasting no time on leaving his backpack on the chair next to his for no one else to take it as he waited for you. Not like said act of his had been of any help, though, for a girl he recognized from one of his classes —one of the few you were not in with him— had reached his side in a matter of seconds, asking if he could help her out with something from that day’s lecture she had not quite understood, and removing his backpack from the seat he was saving for you; hanging it on the back of the chair as she took a seat next to him before he could even protest.

Biting his tongue as he did not want to sound rude, he decided to just help her out in the meantime you got there. It wouldn’t take that long anyway, would it?

Only it did, for you were taking longer than you should have, and she showed no signs of planning on leaving anytime soon as she didn’t even try to hide her ulterior motives with him — from time to time trying to turn the conversation into a non-academic one, yet having to stick to it as Jeongguk made it clear he was only carrying on with the conversation as long as it was about the class.

“You’re really good at explaining” she smiled brightly, looking up from her textbook and moving her seat closer to him, which only caused him to move his slightly back as he nodded — his awkwardness making an appearance as he did not know what to answer to that. “You think maybe we could go grab some coffee later so we can talk some more about the class?”

“I have a girlfriend” he was quick to go straight to the point, informing her what he knew for a fact she was well aware of, for it was not unusual for you to go wait outside that particular class for him to come out of, since it was right next to yours and you always seemed to be done before him — meeting him with a sweet peck on the lips every single time as everyone else came out of the classroom, her included. “And she’ll be here anytime now, so…”

His classmate had seemed to take a hint as he eyed the chair she was sitting down on, silently asking her to leave. Nevertheless, she did not stand up. “I could really use the help in this class, though…” she pushed it. “Maybe you could give me your number then?”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be needing my boyfriend’s number” your voice had both of their heads snapping up in your direction, right as you set two coffee cups on the other side of the table and eyed both the girl next to him and the taken seat you knew was supposed to be yours. “Especially when it comes to something you can so easily ask your teacher about”.

Your cynical smile as you said those words and sat down in front of them, was all it took for the girl to send a glare your way before standing up, sweetly saying goodbye to a quite stunned Jeongguk and then taking off without even looking your way again.

Scoffing at her audacity, you shook your head, not even bothering to look at your boyfriend before you started taking your laptop out of your bag and placed it on the table.

“What took you so long?” he quietly wondered, feeling like he was tiptoeing when it came to finding the right words to say, given your displeased expression.

“Coffee run” you replied simply, staring at your laptop’s screen like your life depended on it as you turned it on.

He bit down on his bottom lip, not being able to ignore the tension in the air, yet having no idea what to do about it either.

It was funny, how before dating you he never had other people approaching him like this, yet now that he was in an established relationship, girls had apparently started to notice him out of a sudden. He was not used to it. He was not used to you being jealous. And although he knew it was not entirely his fault —since he had kept his distance from said girl— and a part of him couldn’t help but feel good about the fact that you were being jealous over him, another part of him did not feel quite as good, for he knew what you were feeling. He had been in your place multiple times when other guys flirted with you, after all, and although you turned down every single one of them, it was still upsetting all the same.

So, not knowing whether he should bring the topic up or not, he had his eyes going to the cups from your go-to coffee shop placed by your side. It was your guys’ usual, he could tell — an iced americano for you and hot chocolate for him.

“Is that one for me?” he pointed at the carton cup that was used for hot beverages.

That had seemed to catch your attention, eyes fixing on the cup he was pointing at and staring at it as you thought about it for a second. And although both of you knew the answer was positive, you shook your head no.

“Couldn’t decide, so I got both for me”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but let an amused smile curve up the corners of his lips, knowing well enough that was your way of punishing him for letting another girl hit on him. “Oh, so you simultaneously went for a hot and an ice cold drink?”

“Mhm…” you nodded.

“Yah,” he called you out when you still wouldn’t look at him, reaching for your hands and holding them over the table. “Come sit next to me”.

“I’m good”.

“Come onnnn,” he whined with a small pout, pulling on your hands and leaving you no choice but to stand up and go over to him. “I was saving this seat for my favourite girl”.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he had cooed those words as you sat down next to him, biting on your bottom lip not to let him see, yet being too late as a smile of his own was already taking over his mouth at the sight of yours. Loosely wrapping one of his arms over your shoulders, he pulled you closer to him, laughing under his breath when you could no longer hide your smile after his lips had pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“I thought I was your only girl” you pushed it nevertheless, earning another chuckle from him.

“You are my only girl” he said the obvious. “Plus, my favourite person in the world. There’s nothing to be jealous about”.

You rolled your eyes, focusing them somewhere else as you snorted. “Wasn’t jealous” your bitter words told him otherwise. “She’s pretty, though…”

Jeongguk sighed, cupping your face in his hands and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ve had eyes for no one else but you ever since I first saw you in high school, petal. You know that” his thumbs drew tender circles on your cheeks. “I didn’t even look at her”.

“You didn’t turn her down when she asked for your number, though”.

“Did I even get the chance to?” he pointed out softly with a breathy laugh, bringing heat to your face as you were reminded of the fact you had answered for him the second the question had left that girl’s mouth. “I told her I got a girlfriend before you arrived, okay?” his mouth pressed a brief kiss to your nose. “Don’t be silly now, you know I love you”.

You smiled softly, nodding your head to let him know it was alright, and then giggling when the loving peck he had just pressed to your mouth was followed by another kiss — a much longer, slower one, as he tilted your head slightly back and sucked on your bottom lip.

“We’re in the library” you reminded him in a whisper, voice coming out muffled as you spoke against his lips.

“And you’re the only one I want” he cheesily answered, smiling at your amused reaction and pressing another kiss to your mouth before pulling away. “Now that we’ve established the facts, shall we get started on the project?”

Shaking your head in amusement, you reached for your laptop on the other side of the table and brought it up to you — then reaching for the carton cup as well and sliding it in front of him. “You’ve earned your lame hot chocolate, you sweet bastard”.

A light laugh escaped his mouth at what you had just called him, leaning in closer to you once again. “And a little smooch?” he puckered up his lips.

Getting a laugh out of you at the way he was picking up on the things you usually said, you couldn’t deny him of his petition, placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him towards you so you could press two chaste kisses to his smiling mouth.

“And an ‘I love you, bun’?” he pushed it.

“Yah,” you were the one to call him out this time with a small laugh. “All the attention has really boosted your confidence, hasn’t it?”

He giggled, saying nothing as he instead grabbed his cup and took a sip of the drink you had gotten him. You were right though, for the attention, love and praise you had given him for the past year had indeed helped one hell of a lot when it came to boosting his previous nonexistent confidence.

“Will you say it, though?”

Shaking your head no, you laughed under your breath and leaned closer to the table as you started typing down on your laptop instead. “I love you, bun”.

Although you had not even looked at him as you gave in —embarrasingly fast— and mumbled the words he had been waiting for, he smiled the brightest, knowing he had managed to lift your mood and gotten some love from you altogether.

Funny how you had came to the library so you could focus on the project, yet all he wanted and could think about right then was kissing you over and over — until the last bit of jealousy you had felt that day abandoned your body.

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refriedweeb · 4 years

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PUT YOUR LIPS ON MY SKIN ( HAWKS + READER 18+)

A/N: heyyoo! refriedweeb here again with another request from @alexandria-selina and has elements of jealous hawks with his wings (from that tiktok head canon of them puffing out you know what I mean) and this post from @keiqos !

Prompt: “A jealous Hawks where his s/o gets hit on by another pro and she's blushing. She's just being shy but Hawks takes it as she likes it. Instead of getting into a fight with the pro, he shows his s/o why she shouldn't look at anyone else.”

Tags/Warnings: smut, overstimulation, jealousy, mirror fucking, spit, a lil bit of blood, rutting, feral, aftercare, kink, jealous, dirty talk.

Word count: 5,080

Keigo Takami hated hero events. He hated having to wear the Hawks persona day in and day out, especially when it came to being surrounded by his fellow pro heroes. Now, don’t get the guy wrong, he did enjoy what he did for a career despite any behaviors he had to unlearn from the hero commission themselves. He wanted to save people, he wanted to make the world a better and safer place. He just hated all the bullshit politics that came with it. They were heroes, hell. It wasn’t about making best friends and going to fancy events when there was always going to people out there that needed them while they clinked glasses of overpriced champagne.

Though, one thing Keigo didn’t think he minded that much was seeing you dolled up in a dress that led his mind to sinful, dark places. You and Keigo had only recently started dating, after months of him slowly starting to open up to you about the shit that he’d gone through, how he’d really felt about the commission once he’d gotten the sense that he could trust you. It’d been a struggle to call yourselves an item, but now that you could, Keigo felt what he could only assume was peace inside of a darkened and traumatized heart. There was also another emotion that was stirring in him that had nothing to do with peace, and all of those awful things that he wanted to do to your body. None that he would apologize for, of course.

It wasn’t his fault that the commission had decided to host a little event when he was in the peak of his rut season.

And oh, was Keigo in trouble. You’d recently started wearing a new perfume that had driven him up a wall the moment he’d caught the scent on you at the beginning of his mating season. It wasn’t sickly sweet, but sweet enough, and mixed perfectly with your natural pheromones to create a musk that drove his cock to twitch every time you shook some hair over your shoulder, stretched, fucking just breathed. He’d been unable to keep his hands off you for the majority of the weeks that had past, except as of late. You’d told him to keep his filthy paws to himself leading up to the event, not wanting to be bruised or love bit to all hell because Keigo couldn’t control himself. The way that he saw it, the dress you’d picked for the night was to torment him on purpose. Deep red velvet that matched his wings, settling over the curve of your hips, the flow of your waist.

You’d made him promise to be on his best behavior for the night, not wanting any trouble or any media to get wildly stories about what your relationship was really about. But damn, if the moment you were alone with him, he was going to tear that dress to shreds with what little talons he had in place of regular nails. You, on the other hand, your body had been spent. Keigo was insatiable on a good day, but ever since the rut season had started, it’d been exceptionally so. Not that you could complain, your body was sore in a much different, more appreciative way than you felt with sparring.

And yes, you had chosen the red velvet dress on purpose. It was your goal of the night to drive Keigo as out of his mind as possible. You couldn’t read him quite as well yet, your relationship still relatively new, and Keigo working through an entire lifetime of walls to protect his emotional security from the hero commission. His expression was a blank one, but when you locked eyes with him, Keigo gave you the smallest eyebrow raise as he looked you up and down. A silent stamp approval that had heat blossoming up your neck. He wanted to make that perfume you were wearing mixed with his own, he wanted to make sure that anyone who got a whiff of your scent knew who you belonged to. He wasn’t a fan of sharing by any means.

The night carried on, speeches given by the leaders of the commission (which you’d always found yourself by Keigo’s side much to his comfort), Endeavor’s speech, All Night’s retirement speech, and so on and so on. There’s been a light array of snacks while the pros mingled, finding yourself talking to Shinya Kamihara, otherwise known to the world as Edgeshot. It wasn’t very often you got to mingle with the top ten pros, your rank in the high teens, so you found yourself shy. Not quite sure how to handle yourself around such class, experiences, and amazing heroes. You were sure the blush on your cheeks, your neck, was visible from outer space. Shinya was a gentleman, he complimented you on your quirk, your work, and the little bit of history you’d talked to him about on why you had made your choice to become a hero. From your point of view, it was a harmless conversation that was borderline on friendly as you got to know the fellow hero, but from a certain outside perspective it was something a little more.

Keigo wasn’t paying attention to any of the conversation going on around him, his eyes were focused on you. The way you tipped your head back as you laughed, sending another ripple effect of your smell through the air. Was that bastard Edgeshot trying to move in on you? Did he really think he had a chance? He swallowed the jealousy in his throat, though his avian side had a mind of its own on this. His wings, proud and defensive, puffed out. This caused a stir of the other heroes around him, asking if there was something they missed that he’d alerted to. Keigo laughed, the same charismatic Hawks as always, saying they just needed a stretch. He crossed his arms, fidgeting with one of his cuff links. Keigo, jealous? Haha. HAHAHAHA...ha? His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched you pat Edgeshot on the shoulder, leaning in to kiss his cheek before the other hero moved away.

His instinct was to claim you right then and there. To rub his scent all over you and yours on his so that no one else would mistake you as open. But...that’d certainly cause a scene and that was something he promised he wouldn’t do that night. So, Keigo bit back on his instinct, unclenched his jaw, and behaved for the rest of the night. Anything that came after that was entirely out of his control. You’d floated around to him throughout the night, not doing much outside of brushing hands together, a chaste smile shared between you. This was your first real hero event ever since you broke into the teens of your career, and it was one you wanted to soak in. Keigo knew this, and didn’t want to spoil it for you despite his own feelings on the event.

Keigo’s mood, his want, took a turn for the worse when it came to someone actually flirting with you. You, not experienced enough with the personalities of some of these heroes to realize what was happening. It wasn’t Edgeshot this time, no. Now...it was Ryo Inui, better known as Hound Dog. And he was like Keigo in a way that he wanted to mark whatever it was that he wanted. Ryo put his hand on the small of your back, where Keigo’s hand was supposed to go. He laughed when you laughed, leaning in close to you as like there was some desperate secret he needed to share with your ears only. Ryo was flirting with his girlfriend and was being so bold about it. No, nope. That would not do for him. His wings fanned out again, this time catching the attention of several people around him, you and Ryo included. Your mouth dropped open in awe at the sight, though when you caught Keigo’s eyes to see his pupils narrowed into slits, something like a firework set off in your belly.

That fucking mutt dared to spoil that perfume that sent him into a frenzy with his dog-like scent? That wasn’t something that Keigo could stand for in the slightest. That scent was you. It was the scent he had been planning on burying his own in.

The two of you left the event shortly after.

On the ride back to Keigo’s place, the car was silent. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, though it was full of tension in a way where if you breathed, you felt that you could choke on it. He drove fast, shifting gear after gear with aggression that made you wish it was your neck he gripped so hard. As you sat in the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to feel some of that much desired tension between your legs. This didn’t go unnoticed by Keigo, and he hissed.

Still, the two of you didn’t exchange words until you were behind the privacy of his front door. And even then, you spoke first. “Everything okay, Keigo?”

His pupils were still zeroed in on you, as he stalked towards you, every bit the predator bird that he was. And fuck, if it didn’t make you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. You walked backwards, careful not to trip over the towering heels you were in. His body was hot, flush against yours though he refused to touch you. Keigo wanted to take his time with this, with devouring you. You’d rubbed it in his face how much the rest of the heroes wanted you, being the little flirt that you were. There was no need for him to rush into anything, the way Keigo saw it. “Oh, everything’s fine.” He commented, tone dark. “I could handle that nimrod Edgeshot eyeing you up like some desert, sure. I behaved,” Keigo tipped his head to the side as he shrugged. He’d managed to walk you back into the bedroom you’d been sharing recently.

“What are you talking about? Edgeshot was just being friendly!”

Keigo’s chuckle was cynical, but it turned the silk of your bundle into a pearl with how quickly it excited you. “He wanted to tear this dress of you just as much as I do.” How he was. “But then you had to go and be a little tease, didn’t you?” Keigo was watching you like a hawk would watch a mouse just before it clutched it in its’ talons. “Had to let Ryo rub himself on you like the mutt he is. In the middle of my rutting season.” Your back bumped up against the floor length mirror behind you as Keigo gripped your jaw, the sharp curve of what would have been talons biting into the skin there. “All I can smell on you is him.”

He clucked his tongue. Sharp, narrowed eyes lowered over your skin and back up. You were breathless and Keigo hadn’t even touched you yet. “That just won’t do, now will it, (Y/N)?”

“K-Keigo, I don’t know what you’re-”

A soft cry of pain rose from the back of your throat as his version of talons sank into your skin, enough to draw a little bit of blood. This was Keigo in his rutting form times a million, a possessive version of him you’d never seen before. Part of you was scared, but the larger part of you was excited. He wanted to claim you. He wanted to make you more than just his.

“I asked if that would do, (Y/N)?”

Unable to speak with how tightly Keigo gripped your jaw, you simply shook your head from side to side. No, it wouldn’t do. That crooked smirk brushed over Keigo’s lips, and you wanted to taste him so bad. Taste the anger on his tongue, feel the fury in the rows of his teeth. Keigo was pissed, more than anything, that someone had tried to erase his claim on you. So, the only way to make sure that never happened again was to mold the scent of you with his. “That’s a good little slut.” Keigo released his hand from your jaw, the faint tickle of blood that ran down your jaw sending a shiver down your spine.

Keigo turned surprisingly gentle as he turned you around, as he pressed your hands up against the curve of the mirror that you were facing. “I’m going to make you watch me claim you. Fuck you and fill you until there’s no fucking mistaking who you belong to.” His hands dug into the back of your skin, and you winced. “You keep these hands right here, and if you don’t, there’ll be problems. Do you understand, little bird?”

“Yes, Keigo.”

His devilishly wicked smile returned. And so did the greed in his hands. Keigo took his time groping you, the swell of your breasts full in his hands. The winding curves of your waist and hips. Down the silken road of the dress that he swore he’d destroy. He wasn’t soft, gentle. Keigo was at his brink already, but he wanted to take his time with torturing you for being such a teasing little whore. His hands gripped the sides of your thighs, plunged through the velvet fabric so that lines of red were exposed in the slits he left behind. A soft moan escaped you at the sensation of talons digging through your skin, and he watched your expression in the mirror’s reflection as he did it over your backside. “Do you like that, whore?” he whispered in your ear. “When I leave my mark on you? When all you can feel is me?”

“Yes, fuck,” you breathed in response. He buried his face in the juncture of your neck and collarbone, taking a deep breath in that still smelled like mutt, fueling his need to erase that smell completely. His kisses were wet, sloppy, tongue traced over the length of your collarbone, of your neck. A soft sigh escaped you, your grip on the perimeter of the mirror growing tighter as the need to touch Keigo grew. His teeth sank into the soft spot of your neck, your head falling back on his shoulder as he suckled the skin there, a patch of pink blossoming against the skin there that would eventually bruise. The assault against your neck and your shoulders didn’t stop there, either. He ran his nose along the length of your shoulders, leaving trails of wet, angry patches from where he’d bit and pulled at your skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of Keigo that was kidding when he said he was going to erase every trace of anyone on your body but him. His cock was hard, and it would have been so easy to just bury himself inside the soft warmth of your cunt, and god how he ached to.

But the best things came to those that waited.

While his tongue and mouth worked at your neck and shoulders, his fingers played with your breasts, groping and pulling at the skin there with reckless abandon. Fingers pinched at your nipples, sharpened nails ghosted across the tender flesh there. You shuddered, shifted where you stood as you ground against his hips, feeling the thick length of him there. Keigo had barely even touched you, but you could feel the pool of warmth between your thighs only growing wetter. “Keigo,” you mewled.

“Hmm?” his breath came hot against the ear he had been nibbling on, and your knees knocked together.

“Touch me,” you pleaded.

“Touch you where?” His tone sounded positively bored, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger that caused you to squeal.

“My pussy,” you caught sight of your own desperate expression in the mirror, all while Keigo looked like a predator playing with his food. And in that moment, you realized this was exactly what it was. Keigo was toying with you before he sent you to the next level of existence. Your legs quivered. “Play with me.”

“Have you been a good little bird?” He asked.

“Yes.”

His hum seemed to be a satisfied answer, because his hands left your breasts, finding a new home at the back of your dress. But rather than go for the zipper, Keigo simply tore the fabric. The sound of it ripping filled the room as it pooled down at your feet seconds later. Leaving you exposed save for the same colored red pair of panties you’d worn that night. The dress had left no room for a matching bra given the dip at your back it’d once had. But that was of no consequence to Keigo. Keigo let out a sharp breath through his teeth as he admired your body and all that came with it. His hands found the curve of your backside, kneading the flesh there with thought. You could feel the tent of him pressing in between your thighs, and you let him slip between your thighs, shifting your thighs back and forth to alleviate some of the tension in his cock for him.

On instinct, more due to the fact that the bird in him wanted to cover you in his scent and his cum, Keigo rolled his hips into you with a snap of a thrust. It pushed you forward, almost sending you colliding with the mirror. “Little bird, that wasn’t very nice of you.” He scolded, letting a finger draw under the band of your panty before lifting it up. A moment later it was slapping against your skin, and you hissed. “I’ll have to punish you. Such behavior tonight...” he drawled, quickly shedding his formal attire until he was dressed down to just his pants. Keigo pressed his chest against your back, rubbing himself against you. His free hand returned to one of your breasts, toying with the nipple there as he murmured in your ear, his voice husky.

Feral.

“So naughty tonight...” Keigo continued as his other hand slipped down the front of your body, underneath the dark red lace that had kept that pretty little cunt concealed from him. He found how wet you already were for him, slick glaze quick to coat his fingers as he ran them up and down between your legs. “Already so ready for me. You really are the little tease, aren’t you?” A moan escaped you as he teased the tip of his finger around the circle of your clit, but not quite touching it. “So filthy...” he went on, breath hot against where he’d drawn out hickies moments before.

You were so eager for him to be inside of you, already so wet for him, Keigo had the perfect punishment for you being so naughty. He brushed his thumb against your clit, and your grip on the mirror slid down as you fought not to grab onto him. He was tantalizingly slow as he circled around your clit, tapping against the swollen bud every so often but not often enough for what you needed in that moment. His chuckle was dry, the hand that had been playing with your breast sneaking up to your neck. Your thighs were slick with your need, your core on fire as he teased you closer and closer to your edge.

Keigo tipped your head back, opening your mouth as he leaned in. As he spat on the tongue you’d pushed out like the slut you were. Every possible hole he could find to fill you with, Keigo was going to. You weren’t going to be able to walk down the fucking street without a single person forgetting who you belonged to. “What do we say, little bird?”

“Thank you,” you rasped as he slid two fingers into you, feeling him stretch your walls as he slowly pumped them in and out of you. He was slow, methodical, holding your jaw in place so that he could look down at that awestruck expression on your face as he finger fucked you. Your belly was on fire, waves of fire rolling as your orgasm wound tighter and tighter around his fingers. Keigo could feel his own cock slick with his precum, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer himself.

“I don’t like it when other people look at you like you’re theirs for the taking,” Keigo muttered when he the tip of his nail along your clit. The featherlight sensation caused your knees to buckle, your hips to buck as you fell back into him. “You’re mine. And I’m going to fill you so fucking good that no one makes that mistake again.” He stretched your walls further with a third finger, and you writhed in your standing position as he continued to work those fingers in and out of you. The coil in your belly was wound tight enough where you thought

“Who do you belong to, little bird?” His fingers picked up pace, the sound of your silken glaze coating him filling the room while you fought to make your brain remember words. Your mouth hung open as he finger-fucked you, head bobbing against his shoulder as he looked down at you expectantly. “Tell your man who this pussy belongs to, and I’ll let you cum.” He could feel how close you were, the sound of your mewls turning to pants.

“You! It belongs to you!” you whimpered, grinding against his hand, your hips rolled forward to press his fingers deeper inside you. “Please, Keigo!”

This satisfied him enough, at least for now. His pace quickened still until your head was hung forward between your shoulders, moaning his name over and over as you watched him finger fuck you. Your orgasm was on the brink, the precipice of pleasure and all you needed was -

“Ah, fuck! Fuck, Ke-AH,” That needed push found you moments later and you were spilling around the spread of his fingers, your orgasm taking over you as your legs spasmed, knees buckling so that Keigo had to support you with a hand around your waist. Your grip on the outer of the mirror so ironclad you thought you’d break it. It rolled through you in waves, Keigo’s fingers sticky as he pulled them from you, suckling your sweetness of his fingers like it was candy. Shit.

“What a good little slut,” he whispered. The sound of his belt loosening, the pants falling, re-sparked that fire you’d just doused by orgasming. You could see his cock, curved and thick with a head already milking his cum. “Gonna fill you so good now, gonna fuck you full of my cum.” You watched, mouth dry as he milked himself with a fist. “Gonna watch me fuck you, baby bird.” You could feel the press of his head between your thighs, and you widened your stance to accommodate him.

Then, without warning, he thrust so hard into you, that you cried out in pain. His thrusts from the get go were borderline violent, painful as you fought against being thrown into the glass of the mirror. A hand fisted into your hair, pulling it sharply enough that you could feel the pain, but with enough leeway that you could still watch as he moved in and out of you, his cock already wet with what was left behind from your first orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the smell of sweet sex coming shortly after. You were unable to make any intelligible noises aside from mewls and gasps, while Keigo was behind you muttering to himself about how good your pussy felt, how it was made for his cock, how he was going to fill you up so fucking good.

The mountain climb to your orgasm started again, your cunt clenching around him as he thrust in and out of you with feverish need. His hips were sloppy, and you didn’t dare tear your eyes away from where he slipped in and out of you. “Such a sweet fucking cunt,” Hawks groaned, twisting your hair tighter in his fist. “My fucking pussy.” he hissed with a thrust that hit the highest point of your wall and caused you pain. Yet you didn’t dare stop. The look on Keigo’s face, the roll of his bottom lip between his teeth, let you know he was close to his high. The sight of him so focused on fucking you wound your belly tighter, and you missed the hand that slipped down to your clit once more. You cried out, the over-sensitized nub of your clit protesting as his thumb found it once more. The grip you had on the mirror shifted again, a move to get his hand away from where you were most sensitive.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, and your legs quivered. His eyes were still narrowed into near-invisible slits as you obeyed the order. You shook, spasmed, as he raced your orgasm to line up with his.

“Please, please, ah, hrnngh, Kei-” your hips found the rhythm to match his almost instantly, and tears sparked in your eyes as the bundle of nerves exploded inside of your body, every nerve ending inside you set on fire, exploding as your second orgasm found you just moments before Keigo found his own.

“Fuck, fuck yeah, gonna fill you so fuckin-Urngh,” Keigo groaned, fucking into you with one last violent thrust as he spilled himself in you, shooting ribbons of cum that went scorching through your core. There was a moment as the two of you stood there, Keigo still inside of you, breathing heavily. You on the other hand, were shaking all over, barely able to keep yourself on both legs.

Keigo’s callused finger pad was still resting over your clit, and even the smallest shift sent a wave of pleasured pain coursing through your entire body. You were overstimulated, likely to cum if he persisted again. “Kei...” you whispered. His head was resting over your collarbone, hung low. He reached out and slapped your hand away, pressed it back to the mirror. He wasn’t done with you.

“Told you, little bird. Gotta punish you.”

A whimper rolled through you, “I can’t, I can’t, I-” you let out a whine as he tapped his thumb against you again, slowly rolling a half-hard cock in and out of you as he started at your clit again. Massaging it slowly, cruelly. Your legs bowed out, slack as it was on Keigo alone to keep you supported with your weight against his chest. “Gotta make sure you know,” his hips snapped against yours again, and those tears that had been hidden in your eyes slipped loose. “That no one else is gonna fuck you this good. No one’s gonna make you feel this good.” he said, your body screaming at you for relief, for the prickling of nerves in your skin to cease. “You’re my good little slut.” You could feel whatever remnants of his cum shooting out into you once more, wetness cascading down your thighs.

The perfume you’d been wearing now, Keigo noted, was mixed so heavily with his own pheromones and sex, that there was no mistaking who fucked you at night. Who you were mated to. You were all Keigo’s, and that was what mattered to him. But he still had to finish punishing you for being a little tease, for allowing that musky scent to be tarnished by anyone other than him. You were a whimpering, sobbing mess, flushed against his body as your hips moved on their own accord in time with the fingers he was using between your sopping lips. Your cries were pained, unintelligible pleas to cum and be released. Yet, he took his time. Feeling that sweet cunt clamp down around his fingers once he pulled out of you. A moment’s reprieve before his fingers stretched you all over again. He wound you tighter, and tighter, sending that fire racing through your veins.

“I can’-” you cried out, a threatening wave of pleasure and pain coursing through you. “Please let me cum, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” tears were wet against your cheek as he played with you.

“You promise, little bird?”

“Yes! Yes I promise!” you begged.

After all that time of keeping your hands on the perimeter of the mirror, your third and final orgasm had them flying to Keigo’s hair for stable purchase as it overtook you. Your sobs filled the room as your rode out the final orgasm, your chest heaving in shuddering breaths as Keigo worked you through it, held onto your body tightly to keep you from collapsing. Your legs were soaked, your nether region slick from top to bottom. Keigo pulled his fingers from inside you, slick and thick coated with both of your bodily fluids. His eyes met yours through the mirror as those fingers dipped between your lips, pushing them onto the flat of your tongue as you lapped and sucked them clean. Only when he was satisfied you’d gotten every last drop of each other’s cum, did Keigo pull his fingers from your mouth.

“You did so good, little bird.” he cooed in your ear, nuzzling his nose against the curve of your ear as he placed gentle kisses to sweat-soaked hair. Brushed away the tears on your cheeks. “Such a good girl,” he said, a hand smoothing over the places he’d bitten and marked you. Lips gentle as he pressed chaste kisses to the place on his jaw where his talons pricked you. The feral need for Keigo to fuck you into oblivion was satiated for now, his touch now gentle as he caressed and soothed you, the aftershocks of an overstimulated orgasm lessening as time lapsed. He was pleased that your scent now, was so heavily mixed of him and that perfume. No one was going to act as Hound Dog had, especially now. His lips were soft against your temple, his thumbs tender against the curve of your shoulders. It was a scent he was immediately fond of, and a scent he’d do anything to protect, to maintain. Keigo hummed, folding you up into the safety of his arms, surrounded by nothing but contentedness.

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!

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