#i'm in a...peculiar mood at the moment

[faeryarchives]

✧˚ · . happy birthday (malleus draconia x reader)

summary: from what malleus understood, birthdays are supposed to be celebrated merrily with family and friends. that is why the fae was so happy to receive your invitation for your special day, but why did he find you alone and crying under the night sky?

warnings: mild angst + slight ooc (its been a loooong time since i wrote for twst 😭)

note: i hope u guys will enjoy and if you ever experienced something like this i am so sorry 🫂 + i am late for malleus birthday so i wrote for twst en 2nd anniv instead hihi

recent fics: in sickness and in health & so what are we? & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader)

for faes, time is a fleeting moment. having to watch others age and wither away, it was no surprise that malleus finds them so fragile and consistently succumb to age. and yet, malleus still discovers them to be fascinating - especially after he met you.

"are you a visitor? that's surprising. i am (name), the housewarden of the ramshackle dorm. sorry if you want to visit. our place is a little rundown right now, but how can i help you?" 

the peculiar house warden of the ramshackle dorm who never seems to be afraid while being in his presence and even asks him to be his friend. having someone other than his found family in diasomnia, he never thought he would get to learn new things after living for so long.

"oh yeah, i remember now. mal, can you come the day after tomorrow?"

"hmm? i can come here every day if you want, treasure. but why the specific date?" he watched as you became silent momentarily as if hesitating to say something before giving him your usual smile, sending butterflies raging again in his stomach. 

"nothing, i just want to celebrate my birthday with you."

imagine how he was on cloud nine after you invited him on your special day! from what malleus understood, birthdays are supposed to be celebrated merrily with family and friends. and he is very determined to make his gift the best you can get. and a determined malleus draconia won't stop finding a way to make you the happiest one on that day.

"do you think they would like this?" 

"having to receive a gift from you, my liege, is already a blessing!" sebek sobbed with tears comically running down his face, mumbling how he envied you for having the chance to receive a gift from the malleus draconia.

"oh malleus, i am sure little bat would love it." lilia chuckled, seeing the fae panicking over his present, even after spending two whole days and nights to find the perfect one to give you. 

silver, who was watching it all unfold, had a somber expression before sighing deeply. "father is right. i noticed how (name) looked like they were in low spirits earlier, i'm sure it will cheer them up." that seemed to stop malleus in his tracks; you were sad on your special day?

"silver, can you explain more about that?"

"it seems like they were having a bad day; when i greeted them a happy birthday, they looked happy for a moment before walking away looking glum."

that seemed to dampen the mood in the room, not knowing what to say. one look at his watch, lilia couldn't help but gasp in horror. 

"if you spend more time here, you will miss the opportunity to make little bat happy on their special day."

"that would be horrible. i must leave immediately!" in an instant, the dragon fae disappeared, leaving traces of green fireflies in his wake. seeing how rushed he went out, lilia couldn't help but let out a loving sigh.

"ah, young love!"

the fae appeared in his usual spot at the massive tree by your dorm, expecting to hear cheers and singing of happy birthday for you because, according to lilia, birthday celebrations are usually loud. but to his surprise, he was met with silence and a seemingly empty building.

"...oh? has the party not started yet? or is it finished?" 

malleus looks around to find any signs of you or your friends - a pout forming on his lips, feeling sad that he might have missed your birthday celebration. that is, until he passed by the field you two always walked by during your night trips. that is when he finally found you, facing the flower field while curling yourself into a ball. from where he was standing, he could see your figure shake, followed by the sound of your voice

'(name)...?'

"i just want to feel special just one time..." he watches as you try wiping the tears rolling continuously down your face but to no avail, echoes of your cries being carried away by the wind. malleus knew he should do something but couldn't bring himself to move from his spot.

because it is the first time he has ever seen you cry. 

"... i already knew i wasn't worth anyone's time," you mumbled and sighed deeply. "i am an adult now. i shouldn't feel this way. but why..." you didn't even get the chance to finish as your voice cracked at the end, lips trembling in an attempt to stop the sobs from coming out, but it was as if your body had another plan and let it all out. 

"why am i so easy to forget? haven't i done enough to be loved?" looking at the flower field ahead of you, despite the tears blurring your vision, you couldn't help but laugh. "am i that so isolated that i am talking to flowers now?"

the wind picked up for a moment before someone put their blazer around you, followed by a voice you knew all too well. "they are a wonderful companion too."

"m-mal! how long have you been standing there?" in a panic, you start to wipe your face with your sleeve and avoid eye contact with the fae, covering your face with your hands as you nervously laugh. before you could speak, cold yet gentle hands found their way to your hands. this caused you to turn your head to look straight at malleus, who was looking at you with his face filled with worry, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his thoughts.

"give me names." you blink at the sudden statement, confused.

"what?"

"give me the names of those who made you sad today. how dare they make you cry?!" the harsh wind stirred up the fallen leaves, clouds covering the starry night as malleus frowned, his hands getting tighter and tighter as the moments passed by. one closer look at your features and he could tell you've been crying for a while now, making him angrier. 

you were silent for a moment, shadows covering your eyes after, before wrapping your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. malleus was confused. the world stopped moving around him - his heightened hearing focused on your breathing and the sound of... laughter?

"... (name)?" hesitantly, he raised his arms before slowly wrapping them around you, hearing a hum of approval. the two of you stayed in each other's arms for a minute before you broke the hug and malleus could see you looking at him.

"thank you for coming. sorry if you had to see me that way." you turn to look over your dorm and shake your head disappointedly. "i thought you would also forget my birthday. i didn't expect you to come." playing with your hands nervously and taking a deep breath, you glanced him in the eye and gave him a strained smile.

"no one remembered my birthday until sebek and silver greeted me. i thought grim, and the others were acting like they didn't know; maybe they were going to surprise me, that's all!" malleus stayed silent, watching as you tried holding back your tears while telling your story. 

"i would never expect their genuine shock after hearing it." remembering the look on your friends' faces was enough for you to feel the raw emotions over again. "it might sound petty, but i just expected better, you know?" you sniffled. 

"whenever someone in the group celebrates their birthday, they remember every detail and all; the effort is there and everything. but when it comes to me, all effort disappears." you turn to malleus, and everything breaks down.

"all i ask is to feel special just this once. for people to see me as me - not the magicless human or the one who came from another world. is it hard for anyone to see me as their friend?" feeling the strength in your legs disappearing, you would almost fall to the ground if not for malleus catching you at the last minute.

the dragon fae held your hand in his, grasping it as your hand was made of glass. "didn't you invite them like you've done with me?" even though he was angry at your friends, malleus held back the voices in his head as he remembered about you talking about them so proudly.

"i did. but there were so many activities and exams for us first years this week."

"but being busy shouldn't be an excuse." he stopped before going on after finding you listening to him. "human friendship still confuses me, but the fact that they are not exerting the same effort they have to others - aren't you being... what do they call? taken for granted?" judging from the look on your face, he knew he had hit a sore spot.

"..."

"but that doesn't mean you should see yourself as someone lacking. you are worth so much love, my treasure." he runs his hand over your cheek before grabbing his gift and handing it to you. "i know how you treasure them, and how much they adore you too. maybe they are not still used to it but never think of yourself as the problem." you opened the box and stood unblinking, trying to process what you just received before staring back at malleus, demanding an explanation.

"i don't think i deserve this." inside the box was a beautiful emerald necklace. the enchanting green emerald reminds you the same way you would get lost in Malleus' eyes.

"nonsense. this is my gift to you, something that holds my magic to protect you whenever i am not around. without you, i don't think i would ever learn the joys of being friends with you as well as falling in love." he then wrapped the necklace around your neck, feeling satisfied with how it looked on you. he knelt down and took your hand in his, giving a kiss on the back of yours before staring back at you.

"happy birthday, my treasure. sorry i am late with my greetings. i was looking for the perfect gift-" without wasting another moment, you crouched down. you shared another hug with the fae, burying your head into his shoulder. he could still feel your body shaking not from sadness but joy. his hands wrapped around your back and gave you small rubs, attempting to soothe you.

"you silly dragon, just your presence is enough for me."

"is that so?" he hummed, letting your body relax into his.

"...thank you mal."

"anything for you, dear."

bonus!

heartslabyul, savannaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefior and ignihyde gang hiding in the bush to surprise you but ended up hearing everything you just said:...

silver looking at the big group, sighing: you guys messed up big time

lilia: hush they are about to kis-

sebek: WAKA - SAMAAAAAAAA

grim: NOOOOO MY HENCHHUMAN I AM SO SORRYYYYYY IT WAS ACE AND DEUCE'S IDEA!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #faeryarchives #a.diasomnia

[cho-aaacho]

—Dress to Kill

Masterlist

Summary : From head to toe, Gojo emanates a sweetness, and from the depths of his eyes to the warmth of his heart, he exudes an undeniable warmth. But when he says, "How about we shower together?" your world feels upside down.

Trembling, heart pounding, and being caught in confusion—these are the words to describe your current emotional state. You can't imagine that you could experience the day when Gojo invites you to his apartment. 

His invitation is as rare as a meteor sighting—perhaps something you were unaware of from someone like him. 

"How about we eat cake at my apartment?"

And you just nodded, like a fool, melting away by his charm.

You had never seen him drive before; as far as you knew, he always preferred to walk, and of course, it made you nervous to have him beside you, sharing the same atmosphere, giggling together, and hearing him laugh while calling your name. 

How could you survive this?

It was pretty amazing because Gojo is less talkative this time; he lets himself drown in tranquility. He was driving in quietly, stealing a glance, and letting out a soft chuckle in response to your question. 

Oh, dear God, his side profile is beautiful—resembling a male version of Snow White. How does he casually walk around with such a pretty face and beautiful eyes? It was a mystery you may never understand.

"Gojo-san..."

"Please, don't be shy; make yourself at home."

From head to toe, he is so sweet, and from eyes to heart, he is so warm. Once again, you find yourself profoundly thankful to have someone as sweet and warm-hearted as him as your coworker.

As you two safely arrived at Gojo's apartment, he glided to the kitchen and muttered something you couldn't quite hear. He was probably talking about coffee and cake, which he had mentioned earlier.

When he comes back and draws closer, you'll see him holding two cups of coffee and two pieces of cheesecake. A genuine, cute smile dances on his lips, reflecting his joyful mood and the sheer delight he takes in this moment.

A subtle blush adds a touch of charm to his pale cheeks, beautiful to be honest, hinting at a desire to share something slightly embarrassing.

He says. "I'm thinking of taking a shower before we dig into dinner. How about you?"

"Um... maybe I'm just waiting for Gojo-san to finish his shower. I'm fine."

"Oh..." He nodded and raised his head, locking eyes with yours as if attempting to scan your very soul. Initially, you didn't catch his gaze, but when he opened his mouth and suggested, "How about we shower together?"

A peculiar sensation stirs within you.

You don't quite remember what led to this scene, but the thing you could feel was being in the same bathtub with Gojo. His arms securely wrapped around your waist, trapped you inside his own realm, sharing a lukewarm bath, mixing with the delicate embrace of strawberry soap lingering in the atmosphere.

Gojo is incredibly close to yours—too close that you almost catch his own breath brushing against your moist neck. His plump lips trace the contours of your shoulder, creating a desire within you.

"You're trembling; are you okay?" He whispered, trying so hard to control his desire. 

Well, it's the first time for both of you to see each other without any clothes. What were your reactions to all of this?

You could see his legs and thighs touching yours, and, oh, God, he's incredibly pale, almost resembling freshly fallen snow. His wet hair adds an extra beat to your weak heart, and the way his delicate palm caresses your back sends shivers down your spine.

How does Gojo Satoru know your weakness? It's driving you crazy. How does he know all of this?

"No... I mean, yes, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about you—about Gojo-san. Is it okay if we're like this?"

He chuckled. "Do you think I'm a weirdo? Well, I'm sorry, eh?" 

He added. "No one dares to bother us. If you are afraid of Gakuganji ruining our healthy relationship, I just simply say goodbye to him."

"Huh?"

"Save it for later. How about we eat after this, and I'll tell you about everything? How do you say, sweetheart?"

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Yooo, Can I request Jeff, Ben and ej (platonically) with a GN!child!ghost!reader (sibling relationship) that’s like puppet/Charlotte Emily from fnaf? So quite calm, intelligent, protective over people they care about. Maybe a scenario where reader gets hurt somehow or is just having a bad day, thinking about their death and etc, basically any comfort scenario you wanna write. thanks if you manage this, don’t worry if you don’t want to. have a great day/night 💜

Ooohh! I just love getting to write comfort fics! I chose to do the "just having a bad day" scenario, as i feel like i would be able to write more for that, but if you would like to see the other choices as well, don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff awakes at 6:30 am every morning, usually dragging his feet, doing things as lazily as possible before he starts his day. After he's done getting ready, he goes to your room to wake you up and see if you want to help him take smile out for a walk.

This time though, you were lying awake on your back, just staring up st the ceiling. He raises a brow and comes to sit on your bed. "Hey squirt, you doin' ok?" He asks, hoping that you aren't sick or anything. You nod, but that doesn't quite satisfy Jeff. "Wanna help me walk smile?" He asks once more, holding up smile's leash. You shake your head before turning over to your side and pulling your blanket up over your shoulders. Jeff frowns. "You sure you're doin' ok?"

You begin to cry softly, which alarms Jeff even more. "Ah! Hey, hey, what's wrong, kid?" He asks, picking your small self up and bringing you to sit in his lap, cradling you in his arms. You cling onto his button up work shirt, the soft cries turning into sobs. Jeff cringes at the forming wet spots on his shirt, but continues to comfort you none the less. "Hey, come on, kid. You're alright, I've gotcha" he whispers into your head, rubbing your back and shushing you comfortingly. He lets you sit ad cry it out for a while, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it around you to hopefully help calm you down.

When you are calm, he strokes your hair and asks what made you so upset and if he needed to beat anyone's ass. You smile and laugh at this, and shake your head. "Alright, so what's got you in a mood?" He asks "you never turn down walking smile" he says knowingly. You shrug and look down. It is quiet for a moment before he sighs and pats your back. "Maybe today just isn't your day, kid. But that's alright, everyone's got those days.", he then picks you up and sets you back on your bed. "I'm gonna go walk Smile real quick and then I'll come back. Do you want me to take the day off today so we can go do fun stuff?" He asks, standing and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You nod, he nods back. When he is done walking smile, he helps you up into his truck and (still in your pajamas) you go to the store together and pick out all your favorite snacks and candies, and maybe some new toys. When you get back home, you both sit in jeffs bed and eat snacks while watching your favorite movie, Smile Dog laying his head on your legs and begging you to pet him.

Eyeless Jack

Jack tends to pull all-nighters quite often, so instead, he has an alarm set for when it is time to wake you up. 8:00 sharp, no earlier. I would say no later, but as Jack's unofficial little sibling, you basically get free reign over what you wanna do.

The morning is as normal as ever, he begins making his coffee 30 minites before your alarm. Coffee in hand, he heads to your room and opens the door, walking over to your curtains and opening them. As the light hits the room, he notices that he can't pick up on your heat signature at all. You arent in your bed, or anywhere around the room, which is very peculiar indeed. After some looking around, he hears a sniffle come from the closet. His ears twitch at the sudden noise, and he makes his way over to the area, softly opening the doors so as not to startle you.

You are curled up in a ball, crying quietly. Jack crouches down and softly calls out to you. You perk up and crawl towards him, hugging him close. He pulls you into a deeper hug and begins picking lint off your clothes. "What are you doing in here, turtle dove?" You sniff and begin to speak, your speech muffled by your face being stuffed in his shirt. "I didn't sleep because i don't feel good". This immediately worries jack, who takes your face in his hands and examines you "do you feel sick?" He asks. You shake your head. "No, i mean in here. I dont feel good here." You say, pointing to your heart. He looks at you quizzically, before seemingly understanding. "I see. Well it's not good for you to not sleep, no wonder you feel sad." He mumbles. "Come on, let's go curl up on the couch" he says, picking you up and carrying you on his hip, before setting you down on one of the couches and handing you a tv remote. "Go ahead and play a nice movie for yourself, I'll go make you some warm milk so that you can get to sleep."

You grab onto the bottom of his shirt. "But you'll stay, right? Until I fall asleep?" You ask him worriedly. He nods. "I will always stay with you, okay?" You nod and turn on your favorite movie. He returns with your milk and allows you to lay on him however you feel comfortable. You end up falling asleep in his arms while he plays with your hair. When he notices that you are asleep, he carries you back to your room and lays you on your bed, tucking you in and tidying up around the room, before leaving to get ready for work.

BEN

It was late at night, and BEN was sleeping. You open his door, holding your comfort toy. You tip toe over to his bed and tap him. "Ben..." no answer. "Ben!" He snorts and rubs his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Im up." He groans. You begin to sob, which stops him in his tracks. "Woah, woah, what's up, little dude? What's wrong?" He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You don't answer, you just keep on crying. He sighs and picks you up, placing you on his bed. "What's up?" He asks again.

You sniff and look up at him. "Can i sleep with you tonight?" He nods. "Yeah, if that'll make you feel better." You don't respond, instead you begin to curl up under his blanket. "You wanna play some video games?" He asks you. You shake your head, and he nods. He grabs his tv remote and turns on rain noises for relaxation.

If you want to cuddle up to him, he'll be fine with that and will hold onto you if you so desire.

If you don't he is also fine with that, he will roll over and go back to sleep the way he was. Don't be afraid to wake him up if you need him again.

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #eyeless jack x male reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #ben drowned x y/n #ben drowned x you #ben drowned creepypasta #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #jeff the killer x male reader #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer

[azures-bazar]

Cradle of Forest

Another one with a soft Arthur !

This one was a bit rushed, I'm sorry for my mistakes.

I've made the gif just above using a female model, but don't mind it ! The reader is Gender Neutral here !

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2.25k

Short summary : As you take a break from the gang to get some fresh air, Arthur believes you're going to leave them once and for all.

A/note : The forest around Clemens Point is BIG.

Tags : fluff, Arthur is crying here, anxiety, forest by night, chapter 3, Clemens Point, comfort, moonlight

You finally had time to escape from the rest of the gang, being overwhelmingly exhausted by Sean’s loud voice. MacGuire was drunk and, probably out of a misplaced pride, kept shouting it out loud that night. You could not get any rest after being on guard duty all day long, his tent was unfortunately next to yours. And listening to him brag about the few more whiskeys he could drink before passing out only made you feel nervous, if not angry at him. You liked his attitude and carefree personality. However, that night, you needed some quiet. And he was not willing to give you any sort of rest.

You had silently left the gang for a few minutes, to say the least. This is what you really thought, you just needed to clear your mind. You knew Dutch would not stand a deserter, so you did your best not to be noticed, slipping from your tent like a snake, hiding in the shadows of Clemens Point’s trees. You then proceeded passing between Lenny and Charles, being on guard duty, running a little away from the camp to get closer to Clemens Cove. You liked this place a lot, as it was peaceful enough to make you forget about Dutch’s flaws. The latter had spent a vast majority of his day trying to give you a speech about faith while you were patrolling around the hideout, but you did not feel in the mood.

The moon was shining brightly that night, giving you a clear view of the path that was ahead. A few rays of moonlight guided you through the trees before you would get to your desired destination, you loved the sight of the lake by night. In the end, you decided not to go any further, being far away enough for the camp and hidden between these trees, in a beautiful glade. However, quickly enough, you had noticed someone had been following you.

"Excuse me."

You turned back, quickly recognising Arthur’s voice. He was standing a feet away from you, his arms crossed on his chest. Arthur could not sleep that night either, so he spent some time smoking near the central tree before witnessing you leaving your tent. Despite trusting you, your distant ethereal sight made him drop his cigarette and silently follow you with a set of negative emotions, hiding behind the nearest tree in case you would turn back. However, he had decided to leave his hiding spot to face you.

"Arthur ?" you gasped

"Didn’t know you were a wanderer !" he laughed

"I… I couldn’t sleep."

"Me neither, Y/N. Me neither."

You both sighed, awkwardly looking at each other for a moment before the two of you started chuckling. What a very peculiar place to meet ! However, Arthur’s soft laugh was not forcibly made of happy thoughts, he was releasing a sudden anxiety your short departure had triggered.

"Don’t tell Dutch." you smiled. "You know how he reacts and…-"

"Why would I tell Dutch ?"

"I don’t know, ‘cause you’re like his son and you often tell him everything and… well…"

"And ?"

Arthur tilted his head and dramatically rose his left eyebrow with a smirk. He did really expect you to finish your sentence, but his soft smile and charming glance felt like someone had cursed you, taking away your ability to speak. How handsome he was, you could not deny it ! And these rays of moonlight caressing his broad shoulders and a half of his face were not helping you finding your best words ! You blushed, not being able to voice your thoughts anymore. Arthur felt incomprehension, you could feel how confused he was, still doing his best to display his most beautiful grin.

"And… I can’t even remember what I wanted to say." you shrugged. "You’re gonna take me back to camp, huh ?"

"No. Sean’s not asleep yet."

He chuckled, moving closer to you, gently placing his large hands on your hips. You could feel how sweaty his hands were and, as you placed yours above his arms, you gave him your most concerned look. Arthur was never really talking about his short moments of anxiety, his hands and eyes always spoke for him. The two of you had been close since your induction into the gang, you could easily read his emotions from his gesture or his eyes. At this moment, you knew he had certainly felt a sudden burst of anxiety, judging by his sweaty hands which were still shaking above your hips.

"Is something wrong ?" you asked

"No."

"You sure ?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. He hated having you worry about him. Whenever you would voice your concern, he would tell you he’s not a child to be worried about. Indeed, Arthur was not a child ! But you loved him so much that any single negative emotion coming from him always felt like a stab in the heart. You just wanted his happiness and knew he would not get what he deserved as long as Dutch would belittle him the way he did. You had seen the leader often talking about Arthur as a teenager, Morgan himself appeared to behave differently when he was around him anyway. In a way, you were quite right to worry, since Arthur was not feeling very well.

You quickly looked into his pale eyes, your thumbs stroking his large arms. The way his eyebrows moved, his eyes twitched, his lips softly wobbled… everything made you feel more than concerned about what your favourite Van der Linde boy felt at the moment. You could finally notice a tear roll on his cheek, causing you to quickly move your hands up to his face. However, you had no time to reach his cheeks, Arthur had quickly grabbed you against him, holding you so close that he could easily break your spine.

"Arthur…? What’s wrong ?" you asked, shaking

You heard Arthur sniff a little, his hands firmly clutched onto your shirt. He buried his face into your hair, biting his lips. You felt your heart rate increase as you quickly felt like you were the one responsible. His tears started rolling down your neck, you shakily rubbed his back. You had done something wrong, and you knew it. Even if your escape had probably been harmless, Arthur was left terrified.

"I thought you was gonna leave…" he mumbled

Arthur had one fear since Dutch brought you in, only one. It was to see you leave. He had lost so many other folks due to his lifestyle that the sole idea of seeing your empty tent without any of your belongings was the only thing he dreaded. His lifestyle made him loose Mary, Eliza and Isaac, friends and flings before meeting you. You were his ray of sunlight, the brightest star in his empty sky, the most beautiful flower of his garden. You brought him joy and happiness, he could not even imagine himself without you anymore.

The sole sight of you leaving the hideout made Arthur shiver. He had followed you, deeply terrified you would not come back, dreading your disappearance like plague. Arthur trusted you enough, but he could not trust the rest of the world around you. You could feel how much he loved you as one of his hands moved from your waist to your hair, you shakily hushed him. Arthur was sobbing in your embrace and there was nothing you could do to stop his cries.

"Oh, Arthur…" you whispered, still shocked by his thoughts about you leaving the gang

"I’m sorry, Y/N…" he sobbed, quickly stepping back while you kept him into your embrace. "I’m… I hate cryin’, you know. And… I hate having you worry ‘bout me."

"Arthur, I was not going to leave !"

Arthur looked down, unable to face you. He was ashamed about being seen crying, especially by his special one. He thought his tears would make him lose all his credibility as a raspy voiced cowboy, as your personal bodyguard and overall pillar. Whenever you felt bad, you could easily talk to him. He would be the one to hold you close, caress your skin, kiss you, even holding you against him until you would fall asleep. He was the one who had been around you since you came, the one who had spent time inside your tent, reassuring you whenever you felt bad, watching over you until you would fall asleep. He was ashamed that his sobs he could barely control would make him look bad.

Your hands quickly moved to his face, forcing him to turn his head towards you. Tears kept flowing on his cheeks, he could not stop them. As your eyes met his, he quickly bit his lower lip and tried looking down, but your hands firmly held his head on place. There was no way for him to run away from your embrace, unless he would use his force. And, since Arthur was terrified of hurting you, you knew he would never do it.

"Listen carefully, Morgan." you said. "I’m never going to leave you. Ever. I love you too much to leave you behind, and I swear, I’ll be with you until I die."

"Really…?" Arthur hiccupped with a smile

"There’s no way I’m leaving such a handsome cowboy behind. No damn way."

Arthur chuckled, ready to disagree with you about his physical appearance. You allowed your hands to move to his shoulders, quite relieved to see him smile. He kept crying behind his grin, not able to stop all these crocodile tears to roll down his cheeks. You gently rubbed his arms, kissing his lips in the process. You could not leave him like that without sharing a kiss !

"I love you, Arthur." you whispered. "More than my anyone in this damn world."

Your relationship was both strange and beautiful to anyone’s eyes, the brightest picture of two folks who never expected to fall for each other. He loved you, his eyes were quick to express it before he would even voice his feelings. He had stars in his eyes, more than the ones the sky had to offer. He loved every single attention you gave him, and a kiss was probably the purest one of them. The best feeling for him to feel better.

"I love you too." he whispered

How hard it was to resist to this beautiful voice ! You smiled, kissing him another time. The scenery was just too perfect for you both not to share at least one kiss ! Arthur held you against him while your lips touched so beautifully, causing you to feel like the two of you had fused into one being. One entity, so pure and so wicked at once. A couple of outlaws, kissing in a beautiful forest under the moonlight… what a sight to be painted ! He did not mind, as long as you were with him.

You spent an hour or two in this forest, enjoying each other’s presence. Arthur kept kissing you, relieved about what you had told him. The forest around you felt like the most beautiful place for you to be at, this small glade felt like a cradle. The cradle of this beautiful small forest near Clemens Point, where the two of you felt home, felt free. No gang, no duty, just the two of you, with the sound of the leaves above your heads. It was perfect, it felt great.

At some time, the two of you started feeling a little tired, heading back to the hideout. Sean was asleep, thankfully. Most of the gang was asleep, only a few night owls like Micah were still sitting by the fire, but they did not bother. Arthur firmly held your hand as you guided him past his tent, quickly hearing Dutch and Molly argue about something while you walked by. As you settled on the broken dock, Arthur sat near you and, a few minutes later, laid down to place his head on your thighs. It was a rather surprising move from this cowboy, but you liked it.

By resting his head on your thighs, Arthur felt safe, and knew you were safe as well. Somehow, it reminded him of his youth, as he used to lay his head on his mother’s thighs when he was a small child, whenever he would cry or simply feel sad about something. He had never done such thing with you before, he never dared. However, that night, as exhausted as he was after this wave of emotions, all he needed was to be with you. Nothing else mattered but feeling you close to him. He even moaned of pleasure, knowing his head rested on your thighs !

You watched the moon shining above the two of you as Arthur closed his eyes. You gently caressed his hair with a smile, enjoying having this tank-shaped cowboy resting on you. You knew Arthur would probably not display such a behaviour afterwards, so you just enjoyed it and allowed him to fall asleep. You kept glancing around to check if nobody was watching, Micah was not to be seen. He was probably drinking some whiskey with Bill, you could hear them talk about something. However, right at this moment, nothing else mattered. It was just Arthur.

Only Arthur.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #azurestales #fluff #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfiction #cowboys crying #comfort

[firewalkzwit]

in the mood for love // neil lewis x reader

To accept that life is not David Lynch's magnificent "Blue Velvet", or much less Billy Wilder's "Double Indemnity", was not an easy thing for a man like Neil Lewis, who adored nothing more than to vicariously live through the screen time of the 50's Hollywood heartthrobs that starred as his favourite characters.

So, in the event that a Rohmerian woman whose quirk could even be seen through her yellow lens Godard-ish sunglasses, Neil found it to be an offer he couldn't refuse.

Word count: 2.8k

Cross-posted on AO3

A.N: i actually never finished watching the detectives bc i was honestly not a fan of the plot so bare with me lol, i was only too in love w cill and lucy liu's characters but the movie itself kinda disappointed me

also, yes i made them fans of MY favorite movies, arrest me.

The sound of intense tapping of nails on the counter, crowded by a disastrous attempt at organising countless VHS tapes scattered all over it, caused the plastic of the films to rattle as the table vibrated. Neil's tired eyes rolled upwards to catch a glimpse of the face before him, a slight frown drawn between her eyebrows and an intensely inquisitive stare which hardly helped him to decipher what exactly she wanted that actually merited bothering him.

The harsh placement of the VHS on his desk caused him to grit his teeth, it felt almost imperative, and it ached him to see his most prized possessions be mistreated. His eyes drifted back up to her, the yellow-tinted lens of her sunglasses still didn't stop him from finding them oddly familiar. Scanning to the rest of her clothes as if he wanted to glimpse her personality based on her looks, he felt like a detective. The black minidress on her body was rather loose, and the sleeves ended close to the start of her wrists, as if it was too short for her arms. It seemed like an intentional fashion choice, despite how unflattering it looked to him. The dress hugged her waist in the centre, with a peculiar silver belt he'd only see in the outfit of a woman in a nouvelle vague film. In fact, her entire style seemed to be the one of a sixties Parisian flâneur, as if she was ruthlessly trying to imitate Anna Karina. Over the turtleneck that culminated her dress, a thin, long golden chain that went as low as her belt had a large and round golden pendant hanging from it.

But as soon as she spoke he was disappointed to find no thick, sexy french accent, but rather an ordinary speech, almost too friendly and passive to be attractive. His eyes drifted down to the VHS on his desk; while he expected Vivre Sa Vie, le Bonheur or Pierrot le Fou, there was no La Collectionneuse on his desk, but rather the most unexpected of outcomes.

Jane Birkin would never rent a chick-flick, Neil thought.

The membership she handed did not belong to her, it was that of a man's, an old one too, judging by his name.

"Alright, that will be eight dollars."

"Jeez, eight?"

"Eight."

"You do know the other rental charges only five, right?"

"I was not aware, thank you." Not only was she of poor taste, but also quite irritating. Even though he refrained from explaining how being a smaller business practically obliged him to charge more to make an actual profit, it was before he could begin to explain the late fees that she snatched the VHS from his hand.

"I'm actually going to keep looking." And just like that, she turned and began to walk slightly bent over, looking at the orange labels that hung on the shelves. Curiosity consumed him, and he also felt it his duty as the owner of the videoclub to assist his customers in making a choice.

"Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Well... What do you have with Robert De Niro?" Neil's eyes suddenly lit up, as if her personality had a chance at salvation the moment those words came out of her mouth.

"Most of his works, there's his classics like Goodfellas, Taxi Driver... I even have Heat if you're looking for something more thrilling."

"Heat?"

"Heat is one of the most critically acclaimed nineties crime dramas. It also stars Al Pacino, it's this kinda' cop and criminal trope but so realistically achieved, even the sound of firearms is claimed to be one of the most realistic in the history of film-"

"I'll just take that one." The tip of her finger slowly grazed his as she gently took the Heat VHS from his hands, a friendly awkward grin displaying discomfort. "It's just for my dad."

"Oh... Sixteen Candles' for you I guess." A soft nasal laugh left her body as her head tilted down, shaking in denial.

"No, that's for my dad too." Ok, weird, but by then she had undeniably picked his curiosity.

"Nothing for you then?"

"I prefer a cheaper rental, this is my dad's membership." As if he couldn't see for himself that such a name would never belong to her, it could only be that of an old geezer who he still struggled to recognise even though he was a member. And even though she intended to make a subtle comment, it did not come off that way.

"Oh yeah? And what do you rent in the cheaper club?" Media Giant could have a wider offer and lower prices, but Neil assumed it wasn't a real loss if the clientele consisted of girls like her.

"I like French movies, Harmony Korine, seventies giallos... Why, you want me to rent them from you instead?" While her first pick was particularly predictable, Italian giallos were a genre he was interested in exploring, and of which he hardly had any in his extensive collection. Neil shrugged almost dramatically, trying to incite her to take yet another pick.

"It wouldn't hurt your dad. Except for the giallo part, ‘can't help you there."

"You mean you have no giallos here?" His face deformed into an awkward pout, as if he'd been defeated in his own ground. "You look like the type of guy to own them on Criterion."

"I don't think so, no." By that point, the humiliation of her light cackle upsetted and confused him even further, returning her change as she piled up the tapes.

"If you ever want to watch a good Dario Argento movie, you let me know when I return you these." And marking her goodbye with a soft grin that slightly lifted the sunglasses that rested above her cheeks, Neil was taken aback beyond speech. Was it a date? Was she joking? He couldn't quite understand, and so couldn't come up with a proper response.

But seven days passed before she returned, and he would have to charge her the late fees that added to the sixteen dollars. However, in the course of those five days Neil hardly remembered her, briefly making a comment about it to his friends. Neil was not the type of man to stress easily, and he was exercising his peace that particular afternoon as he watched the director's cut of Psycho, to him a movie that truly never got old. He snacked on the couch in a slobby posture, his limbs spread over it without a care about presentation. It was not the type of day for him to expect too many customers, and it was too hot to go outside anyway. Hardly did he ever struggle to find an excuse to stay in anyway, so when he heard the doorknob pushed down his expression shifted into a displeased grimace. His eyes peered over the backrest, displeased to find that someone had indeed come in.

As he got up and stretched, mindfully appearing to be homeless, he caught a glimpse of her again. Her head was tilted and on her hands were the two tapes she had borrowed. He was surprised to have even forgotten that he'd rented her the films, usually being more attentive about what went in and out of his club. Probably the bizarre interaction had caused him to forget. That time she wore a tiny pair of black shorts with black stockings up the knees and also black, sharp-pointed flats. The usual thick, high-waisted belt accompanied a loose sage blouse, which was accessorised with elongated collars of various unique beads, and the peculiar yellow-tinted shades. Not that Neil cared at all about fashion, nor did he understand it, but he assumed she was going for chic.

"Sorry for not coming by sooner, hope you didn't miss these." She placed the tapes on the counter and quickly began looking through her pockets for the money she assumed she'd have to pay for being two days late. Before he could tell her how much extra she owed, she placed the four dollars on top of the movies.

"How'd you know how much..." Neil's finger drew a circle above the tapes and the money, as if she was some sort of genie or simply gambling with how much he'd charge compared to his prime competitor.

"My dad." She quickly interrupted, offering him her usual small grin of politeness before making her way out. Yet by that point Neil wasn't oblivious to her previous invitation, overwhelmed by the curiosity her strange looks provoked him.

"Is... the offer for that Dario Argento still up?" He could tell she was smiling through the way her cheeks lifted, visible from behind, and the way her voice sounded. When people smile and talk, their voice accommodates to the wider lips and sound friendlier.

"Glad you asked."

It was by that point that the old-Hollywood mystery enthusiast Neil and the French new-wave, foreign murder-thriller enjoyer Y/N frequented each other in what consisted of visits to the Gumshoe Video and her place. In contrast to his original impression of her, she was quite the film collector, owning a perfect shrine that ranged from art house Kino Lorber films to a wide range of classics on Criterion. She was truly well stocked. The only thing obvious to him from the start was that she was a great enthusiast of foreign films, something she even gave away in the unique way she dressed.

She was also an occasional actress, kindly starring in the indie projects of some of her film geek friends, many who shockingly knew Neil as well. It was natural for them to have so many people in common, especially because people with mutual interests were bound to come across each other in such a small town, however he was surprised to not have seen her previously roaming around or in any of his friends' films. She had a look that just gave away she'd be into acting, the role of a muse seemed to fit her character perfectly.

Because of this, as soon as Neil began to grow an interest in impressing her, she was surprised to hear he wanted to try and film an experimental short, try his luck at producing something beyond an advertising trailer for his videoclub, something more artistic.

Obviously he invited her to star in it, and even though he'd expected her to jump in his arms in excitement, never did she show herself to be shocked or taken aback by any of the bizarre propositions he had in mind. Neil wasn't very knowledgeable or even interested in the world that existed beneath experimental indie films, but she seemed to be willing to comply with the various shots of strange ideas he sketched frantically in strangely-drawn frames.

When it was finally time to shoot, it was clear that the whole tape would be very rudimentary, using the 35mm film gauge she had offered to lend him, demanding that he treat her camera with extreme care.

Despite Neil's attempts of disclosing what exactly he had in mind, rough sketches were clearly not enough, as the minute they began to shoot and the scenes began to come to life, it became too clear to her that Neil just wanted to see her naked, behaving like a conceited filmographer in poor attempts of masking his amateurism. It was hard to imagine senior film-makers like Jean-Luc Godard, especially the favourites of Y/N, and the thousands of breast and butt-naked women takes they had witnessed being filmed in their lifetime. Neil found it hard to imagine them behaving with naturality, but then again he assumed it was the only way to behave if they were actually in search of pristine shots.

"You don't seem to be taking this too seriously." She finally scolded, her forearm hugging her chest to cover her breasts once Neil cut the cameras.

"What do you mean? I'm directing here."

"You're wasting film in countless shots of my tits, what message are you trying to convey?" Interrogation was not on his plans, especially because Neil expected artistic and abstract film to not be questioned, but rather merely interpreted.

"It's about... the beauty of the raw human body." His tone didn't project confidence, and Y/N could tell he was feeding her bull-shit.

"Okay, then I'll film you too."

"Sorry, what?"

"It's not the human body if you also don't see the male." He didn't seem too convinced, obviously it was far more amusing to simply watch than to have to partake. "You and all these film-makers are so open minded when it comes to seeing women, but there's still a taboo for the male body." Neil couldn't find in him the interest to follow her idea. Obviously she had a valid point, but he was never the type to pay attention to the underlying message behind highly interpretable films, rather driven to puzzling movies where connecting the dots until the end was the reason to get his brain working.

However, how could he disagree? By that point it couldn't get more intimate than that, and a sudden high of confidence invaded him and prompted him to begin to undress himself. He began by his shirt, clumsily taking it off and visibly embarrassed. As he begins to rid himself from his pants and underwear, feeling the lens of the camera stare at him probingly, the desire to turn back strikes him to his core. He finally stands there, exposed and naked. He tries to look defiant and confident, but he's achingly vulnerable.

The camera is delighted with his expressions, and his body is posed like he wants to bend inwards and disappear into the air, but just when the filming of his most exposed self seems to never end, the camera lowers and his eyes meet with hers, and her own naked body too.

The naturality with which she accepted being in the spotlight seemed to indicate it was not the first time she filmed something of the sort, and Neil began to wonder who exactly had been gifted with pioneering in such a scene. He, on the other hand, was awkward and hardly artistic, his skinny body and shaky blue eyes screaming how out of place he felt.

"Do you think that's good enough?"

"Yes, I can't keep lending you more film anyway."

"That was... something." As she sat on the floor naked, her back arched sideways and her legs to her left as her arm supported the body, displaying total relaxation. Meanwhile, he couldn't wait for her permission to get back dressed, staring at her clothes as he waited for her to pick them up and imply she could do the same.

"It's a great thing when you realise you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about."

"American Beauty?"

"Yes." In a way, the scene did share odd similarities to the American classic. The filming of odd, regular things and their naked bodies, Neil was bound to expect what would come next would follow as in the movie. He slowly crouched and sat before her, the two sharing brief stares that felt like a lifetime. Her gaze was soft and mellow, contagiously transmitting her tranquillity to his own as he pondered on whether to make a move or not.

By that point it was obvious they were not going to leave that room without something happening before, but the decision of who would initiate the contact seemed to be difficult as the longest minute of their lives passed by them.

So when she finally accommodated her posture and began to lean closer to him, he crawled her way progressing from soft and careful movements to pounding her against the floor. The sound of bone against the wooden floor caused them both to wince, her face wrinkling in a frown of pain. It was before she could hold her head to stroke herself that his own hand slid down from her temple to the back of her head, holding her up to finally kiss her.

The kiss was long, and the sound of their lips engaging in humid contact as their tongues went in and out of each other's mouth echoed across the empty room, Neil's free hand travelling from her navel to her breast as her arms wrapped around his slender body. Her legs followed the motion, soon making her look like she hung from him, clinged to his back as he arched to reach closer to her. Her gaze ogled from the corner of her eye in search of the camera as her arm reached out, finally being released from his grip to set up and continue to film themselves, a prime example of human beauty in its most raw expression.

Needless to say that beyond physical pleasure, it was an intellectual disappointment for the two that despite their love for film, they still couldn't make sex look and feel like a scene from Body Heat, sexiness was greatly rehearsed after all.

this sucks ass i just wanted to write filmbro cillian murphy and yap about my favorite movies tbhngl

#cillian murphy #watching the detectives #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

His Favorite Toy (Be a Doll AU)

Vox x reader, if you didn’t know.

CW: Manipulation, disassociation, Abuse, Mind control, seeking comfort from one’s abuser, objectification, lover obsession, AU typical events, Vox being a little shit (He’s in hell for a reason)

Note: Vox is manipulative, possessive, jealous, impulsive, controlling, and harsh in this AU. He can be extremely violent towards reader, and is consistently abusing them either way. He is not a good person! If anyone is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction from these topics, I recommend clicking away now.

Summary: An explanation of what it feels like to be Vox’s doll and some details about your relationship and dynamic with him.

Being in my "doll-state" feels like floating in a haze, where every thought and action is clouded by a sense of detachment. When Vox utters the trigger phrase, it's as if a switch flips inside my mind, and suddenly, I'm no longer in control of my own actions. There's a softness to my movements, a docility that I can't seem to shake off, even as I'm acutely aware of what's happening to me. There’s a fog in my mind, keeping me from thinking clearly. Sometimes it’s so suffocating I feel as if I can’t think at all.

In those moments, it's like I'm watching myself from the outside, a mere spectator to my own body as it moves and obeys Vox's commands without question. It's unsettling, to feel like a puppet on strings, manipulated by someone else's will. Sometimes I wondered if that was all I was, if that was all I ever would be. I felt as though it was unnecessary, really. I was far too deep to change anything about it now, though. He’d made up his mind about me and me about him. He could see me as a lover or as a doll, but I always saw him as a source of comfort and love. The power he held over me didn’t change my view on him. Sometimes, it's a slight inconvenience, like when Vox uses the trigger phrase for mundane tasks that I could easily do myself. Other times, it's downright terrifying, especially when I catch glimpses of what Vox is truly capable of. There’s not a thing I can do when he has me like that. I can’t express myself at all. Terrified as I may be, I was still his doll. Him and his desires came first, my emotions and what little thoughts I had were scrapped and pushed aside for later.

Despite the fear and unease that accompany my "doll-state," there's a strange sense of comfort in surrendering to Vox's control. It's twisted and unhealthy, I know, but there's something oddly reassuring about relinquishing responsibility and letting Vox take the lead. I always come back to myself in the end, sometimes more disoriented than others. It was especially bad after one of his bad moods, when all my fear came rushing back to me with a clarity that threatened to slice me to bits. I’d be overwhelmed by it all, the feelings I had to push aside in my doll-state coming back to me once I was myself. When it was too much, I’d break down. He’d frown and put me back in my little trance for a bit, to calm me, I suppose. And afterwards, when the haze begins to lift and I regain control of my own thoughts, there's Vox, offering me comfort and reassurance in his own peculiar way.

I know I should hate him for what he does to me, for treating me like a toy to be played with at his whim. But I can't bring myself to feel anything but love for him, twisted though it may be. It's like the love a child has for their favorite toy, a love that transcends reason and logic. I was the toy, and I could easily be discarded, but I also knew that despite this, he hadn’t gotten rid of me. There had to be a reason. That had to mean he loved me, in one way or another, to the point where I wouldn’t have to worry about being tossed aside. And so, despite the fear and uncertainty, I find myself seeking solace in Vox's arms, knowing that even if he treats me like a doll, he still loves me in his own twisted way.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox is in hell for a reason #vox x reader #vox #my writing #ao3 writer #writing #fanfic #my au #x reader #reader insert #be a doll

[eris-snow]

So someone requested for an izuku x pregnant reader angst who didn't get the chance to tell him she was pregnant and it kinda got deleted so-

Whoops.

Note for the person who sent this request in (At the bottom of this story)

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Misunderstanding

Tags: angst, happy ending, izuku x fem!reader, pregnant

"You're what?!"

You flinched at Izuku's voice, dropping your phone. Panicked, you spunned around and stood up abrubtly, watching realisation wash over your husband's face

There was betrayal written all over his face, hurt weaved between the green irises that looked like shattered gemstones.

Fuck.

"Izuku, please it's not what you think-"

"Not what I think?" He cuts you off, voice sounding akin to broken glass. "I've been worried sick over you for over 3 months! Morning sickness, mood swings, peculiar cravings-"

He shook his head. "You should have told me instead of hiding it, Y/n! I should be the first to know!"

You stumble back, fingers grasping the table behind you for support as the pregnancy test tumbles to the floor.

Two lines.

One baby.

Something snaps as you try to find your words. Izuku never yelled at you before. He never did.

"I TRIED TO TELL YOU!" You holler suddenly, tears pearling your eyes.

Maybe it was because you were pregnant, or today just wasn't your day, but you couldn't stand having those loud words echo over and over in your head.

"But you've been so busy lately. I barely get the chance to see you anymore." Your voice cracks. "It's always a 'see you later', a 'stay safe, okay?'. What am I supposed to do!?"

Tears are flowing freely down your face as you cradle your belly protectively, choking over your sobs because, heck, he isn't the only one who feels wronged too.

Midoriya's mind blanks the minute he sees you cry, the crease between his eyebrows softening as he watches you clutch your tummy protectively like the unborn foetus was the only one who understood you at that moment.

Come to think of it, he really hadn't seen you properly for weeks. As the Number 1 Hero, he got swept up so much by his hero work and galas and event that he had completely neglected the number 1 person in his life.

You.

That's how this entire fight started.

That's how you ended up curling away from him, shrinking back against a wall.

God, he messed up.

Slowly, he makes his way towards you and gingerly brings you to his chest. "I'm sorry, baby," He whispers. There is no malice, not a trace of the anger or betrayal that was once so prominent in his voice. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

Hearing Midoriya's voice revert back to his gentler tone and his arms wrapped around you causes you to crumble. You threw your arms around his frame and buried your head into his chest, sobbing at the realisation that you guys hadn't done this in weeks. "I'm sorry too." Your shaky voice replies, " You have every right to be angry, but, I-I just-"

"Shh, shh... It's okay, I understand. Please don't cry..."

That just makes you sob harder.

You can bet that Midoriya would take the rest of the week off for you.

Rankings? Who cares?

Hero work? Not as important.

The world? It can wait.

There's someone he's been neglecting, the person that he chose for the rest of his life to be with. The person that he can't lose because that means losing his soulmate, his laugh, his meaning, his everything.

And that person is you.

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Note for the person who sent this request in:

I'm so glad you like Family! Honestly, I haven't ever written Izuku x reader fanfics before. You really made my day by sending this request in. When I saw this, I remember thinking 'I can work with this.'

It was a pleasure writing this, and I hope you have a good day ahead of you :D

#mha #mha fanfiction #midoriya x you #midoriya x y/n #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #izuku x y/n #izuku mydoria #izuku x reader #pregnant #pregnant reader #angst #happy ending

[mellowmin]

Character Rant: Osamu Miya!

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

suggestive (not really?), reader is referred to as 'baby' but is mostly gn

Okay, I've been in such a Samu mood lately it's crazy.

He's definitely my favorite twin, as much as I love Tsumu and his needy, clingy almost desperate way of loving; Samu just hits different and here's why

○ SAMU. IS. GREEDY. And he's not ashamed of it. When he falls in love with someone, he wants every bit of this person to be his. He becomes protective, sometimes possessive, and he makes it known that he's not happy with other people getting as close to you as HE is.

○ This boy is ALL about secret/private/exclusive stuff. He cherishes your little inside jokes and traditions (he would rather DIE than skip your weekly movie night) and the way he acts lmao. Sometimes it feels like y'all are doing something wrong with the way he sneaks around to go see you.

○ It may happen that you get it in your head that he's embarrassed to be seen hanging out with you, but upon bringing it up to him he's pretty quick to admit that he's only doing that so that Tsumu (and maybe Suna) won't get the chance to invade come along with you guys. If by that point you're not already dating him, his pout and red face make it very clear that he appreciates your company more than you could even imagine.

○ Something that I feel connects me to his character is his love for food (I probably relate to him because I'm the same way); I feel like he may not outright say what he feels but the way he acts around people and food tells a lot about his heart. Especially when it comes to sharing his food, and sharing in general.

○ So, as a twin, Samu's no stranger to sharing. He's shared with his brother for most of his life; from sleeping in the same cot as babies, to toys, rooms, snacks, clothes, etc. This is something that affects Tsumu as well, but I feel like it digs deeper with Samu, like he felt like he's never had something that truly belonged to him and only him-

○ Until he began to show interest in cooking. It was one of the best moments of his life; his mama told him that if he could make his own lunches for school, no matter what it was (as long as it was healthy), he could eat all of it without sharing with his twin. At the time, Mama Miya was only trying to kindle this new hobby, but little Samu saw it as life finally giving him a chance to keep something to himself.

○ So... that may have resulted in him developing a pretty... peculiar relationship with food. Over time, he realized that he didn't mind sharing his food with Tsumu as much as he liked seeing his dumb twin's face light up when trying his increasingly tastier recipes, and he could not ignore how full his heart felt when it was his mama or his senpais enjoying the food he made. Like that, food started to become more meaningful to Samu when it came to expressing his love.

○ On a few occasions, his fangirls would approach him with food, sometimes homemade and often storebought, but Samu almost always ended up giving them away to whatever pair of grubby hands was the closest to him at lunch (👀Tsumu👀). Especially when he started having feelings towards someone, taking those kinds of gifts (let alone give them back) felt wrong. He's nothing if not loyal.

○ That being said, as his s/o, he's your buffet lol. Take everything from him and he'll ask if you got room for dessert. This goes for food and in general, and I feel like he'd want to be with someone who's as horny greedy for him as he is for them. He also likes to feel validated in the fact that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him :')

○ So, imagine the scrunch, the absolute sneer on this man's face when some girl comes to him (when he's already dating you) and asks him to make something for her.

"Why would I do that? Who are you"

pfft yeah, no one is trying that again any time soon

○ When he's really whipped, you know you can trust him because you see the disgust on his face when he has to interact with someone who might have a thing for him. His friends tell you that he's whipped, you can see it, everyone can see it and honestly, he's not ashamed.

○ One time, he drunk texted you while he was out with friends, and before you could reply, he sent you a video.

Upon opening the video, you get a close up shot of your bf's hairy nostril before he pulls the phone away enough to film himself and his friends, all screaming nonsense like a bunch of lunatics. You giggle at their antics and pity the poor girl under Tsumu's arm; who is currently getting her left ear melted off by the blonde's yelling (also, knowing him, he probably stinks of beer)

○ However, you don't pity the random (quite gorgeous) girl who shoves herself into frame; wrapping her arms around Samu's waist while saying hi to the camera. The way that his face twists from drunk happiness to utter disgust is almost comical, he looks offended.

"Ewww who the fuck are you? Dontouchmeohmagad" Samu's words are heavily slurred but he doesn't stumble one bit as he shoves the girl away from him. "You're ugly, get away" He glares fiercely at the retreating offender.

The last bit of the video is him pouting and mumbling, presumably having forgotten the camera currently filming his chin from a rather unflattering angle

"I don't know who you are but you ain't ma baby n' I only want ma baby"

○ UGHHHH JUST SAYINGGGGGG you should put a ring on this man ASAP cuz

Osamu Miya is 100% pure husband material

#haikyuu!! #osamu miya #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #samu marry me pls i beg you i can cook i can clean #holy shit every once in a while my love for samu will hit me like a god damn train #< bringing this tag back because i just stay loving this man #hes so hubby #this wasnt proofread so if u see a mistake no u dont #~ min writes

[nxtsnw]

𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺

a.n.: I'm back with this work that I hope will warm your hearts, I have to admit that I missed writing. I hope to be back more active on Tumblr soon!!

summary: friends to lovers among the fireworks (fluff!!)

characters: ranpo(bsd), yosano(bsd)

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RANPO EDOGAWA

You and your best friend were holding hands, and wriggling through the crowd to obtain a front-row seat to the fireworks.

You loved fireworks and everything about them. From the steady upward journey to the anticipation of the explosion and, finally, the most awaited moment: when all the colors pierced the sky, the screams ascended and the roar reached. Even after the explosion, when the lights miraculously fell and gently faded into the black sky, your heart fluttered with wonder. Ranpo Edogawa, your best friend, was the one who knew the most about it.

Despite seeming to be clueless about your excitement, he didn't let go of your hand and increased the speed, so you were in the front row to witness what was so important to you.

"Only in exchange for a caramel apple I'll take you to the front row of the fireworks!" were the words he had said to you.

The promise had been fulfilled. As a result, he was forced to join you in the front row. He wanted to huff but he was too preoccupied with holding your hand. It was the first time you had such prolonged physical contact since the beginning of your friendship.

The more he thought about it, the more his face warmed up strangely. He attempted to focus on something else that night to improve the situation, but all he saw was your figure. He had more time to gaze at you at that point.

"how much longer?" he was about to say plaintively, but suddenly you froze. You had arrived just in time.

The fires began to rage, and your emotions grew stronger. Your heart was beating as a toothy smile adorned your face.

While your hands remained joined, your hearts beat quickly yet in harmony, and Ranpo disliked the way fire worked. By gazing, he attempted to ignore the peculiar feeling in his gut, but it only got worse. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, he thought to himself, but not knowing how to describe it annoyed him.

Meanwhile, the fires continued, and while your best friend was having a minor existential crisis, you were enchanted by the fires. You just averted your sight to smile at Ranpo, and the biggest and brightest fire blazed forth when you weren't looking.

Ranpo instantly slid a hand over your face and softly pushed it to look at him at that particular moment. While your heart was saddened that you missed the grand finale, Ranpo after perceiving your mood smiled and exclaimed at you: "IDIOT I WEAR GLASSES, YOU MUST HAVE SEEN IT IN THE REFLECTION!"

You returned to reality and meticulously repeated the preceding few seconds. You could see the huge last fire…reflected in his eyes. You were satisfied smiled and nodded.

But it was only a few seconds later that you realized you had focused too much on his eyes and had missed the finale. That didn't bother you because the light from his eyes was particularly beautiful that evening.

YOSANO AKIKO

best friends. This label has changed from being a nice nickname to becoming a strangling prison for your feelings.  For every one you were now an inseparable duo, but nothing more. You were occasionally mistaken for each other's girlfriends, but everything eventually faded among jokes and denials. However, the longer you were in Yosano Akiko's company, the faster your heartbeat became, the more your cheeks flushed, and the greater the chance that your sentiments may escape the container you were trying to lock them in.

She was the most gorgeous person in the world in your eyes. Not just referring to her flawless hair and eyes, which always radiated security even when they were crossed, but also to her soul. You had grown to love the girl in all of her guises because you had known her in a thousand different ways. Your heart felt lighter every time you were together, and now that she could no longer be a simple friend, all the sensations we gave you had turned into an addiction. You would never have guessed that she felt the same way about that nickname being insufficient.

On New Year's Eve, you two decided to don't meet with your group of friends and climb a hill to see the fireworks from a distance. So you did it. 

You headed out on your walk as the sun was setting so that you may be accompanied by the sunset. The sun was setting as you were rising, y our cheeks turned red as the sky got lighter, y ou two competed in a running race to see who could ascend to the peak first as the breeze picked up.

At that moment all nature accompanied you.

When you got there, you set up shop in a sizable meadow with your towel and all of your supplies for the planned picnic.

You rested to see the sky's changing hues while allowing the breeze to carry your conversations. Similar to how darkness started to appear that evening but would never completely overcome the light from the fires that would have started, her hands were continually within touching distance but never touched. After some time had passed, the awaited moment finally came. In all that time spent together and as the new year drew near, you longed more than ever to let go of the burden of suppressed emotions and lighten it by screaming them out just as the fires were bursting through loud noises.

You were so determined. And fires began to appear high in the sky. The noises were loud enough that you could scream undisturbed without anyone hearing…or that was what you thought.

That night, all whispers turned to screams.

"YOSANO, I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU"; and your heart started beating wildly, a smile crowned your face and your soul became lighter. You spontaneously turned to her, thinking she hadn't heard you.

She wasn't looking at the fires, her gaze was enchanted on you. When a smirk appeared on her face you knew she'd heard everything.

But you didn't know that every time you screamed to free your heart, her heart ached.

You wanted to improve the situation, explain that you were "joking" or anything so as not to ruin the friendship. Though before you said a word, she came up to you and stole a kiss from you.

That was the first kiss of the year for both of you, and as a narrator, I can only say that it wasn't the last..

taglist: @elychee @frosttea @mrssunasimpowo @sonder-paradise @alice0blog

#✧˖°. chia's brainrot ✧˖°. #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo x reader #yosano x reader #ranpo edogawa #yosano akiko #bsd x you #bsd image #bsd x y/n

[writingduhh]

Pumpkin Patch || Ted Nivison

I made a little mood board for this fanfic because why not

Now just sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Paring: Ted & Y/n

Type: Fluff

It was finally October, and nature had donned its autumn attire. The leaves had transformed into a mesmerizing display of colors, a crisp chill permeated the air, and, most importantly, Halloween loomed on the horizon. As tradition dictated, you and your boyfriend, Ted were heading to the local pumpkin patch, an eagerly awaited experience that had occupied your thoughts for months.

"I'm so excited!" you grinned, your enthusiasm almost palpable as you practically bounced in your seat, resembling a child on the brink of an adventure.

"Oh really? I didn't notice," your boyfriend Ted teased, turning onto the dirt road leading to the patch.

After a short drive, you arrived at a rustic clearing surrounded by sprawling fields of corn and various fall vegetables. With only a few cars in the lot, parking near the front stand was a breeze. He switched off the car's engine and came around to your side, extending his hand, which you happily accepted. Together, you made your way to the small admission stand.

"Two admission tickets, please," you requested, and the lady exchanged the money Ted held for two pumpkin-shaped tickets.

"Alright, let's start our search," He grinned, releasing your hand, allowing you to explore the plethora of pumpkins. The selection was diverse, featuring pumpkins of different shapes, colors, and even a few squashes, should you feel the urge to carve those for some peculiar reason.

Speaking of pumpkins, you hoisted one into the air, calling out to Ted,

“Look at this beauty!”

"Oh my, that's amazing! Stay right there; I need a picture," he smirked , promptly retrieving his phone to snap a few photos.

"How did you even manage to pick that up? It's almost as big as you!" he marveled, assisting you in returning the pumpkin to where it belonged.

"What can I say, the Halloween spirit runs in my veins," you quipped.

"Oh, that makes sense. Wait, are you a witch, then?"

"Did you just call me a witch…?”

"No! I didn't mean it that way!" he stammered.

"Relax, Teddy, I'm teasing," you reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

After some more laughter and pumpkin exploration, you found yourselves at the food booths.

"Wow, look at all these options," you remarked, eyeing the extensive list of assorted food and beverages.

"I know, this is going to be a tough choice," he agreed.

After what felt like an eternity of deliberation, you settled on apple cider and pumpkin-flavored cookies.

"Where should we sit?" your boyfriend asked, carrying both of your treats.

"Hmm, what about over there?" you suggested, nodding toward a stack of hay bales beside the cornfield.

"Perfect."

Carefully, you sat down on the large bales when suddenly, Ted plopped himself down onto your lap. Rather than resisting, as he might have expected, you simply embraced the moment, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Oops, my mistake. I thought this was my seat," he winked, feigning an attempt to stand up.

You didn't release him, though; instead, you held onto him tightly.

“This IS your seat.” You smirked, arms wrapped around his waist.

"No, no, no, it's the other way around," he corrected.

In a swift motion, he placed your food on the ground before lifting you up off your feet and setting you down on his lap, one arm wrapping around your waist.

"See? There we go," he said casually, taking a sip of his cider.

At this point, you couldn't help but blush. Your plan had clearly backfired, but you didn't mind.

After enjoying your snacks, you wandered around some more until you spotted it—the most perfect pumpkin you had ever seen. As if on cue, you and your boyfriend locked eyes, silently communicating your choice.

"That one."

"You read my mind."

Hastily, you made your way to the pumpkin, but it was too heavy for you to lift. Being the gentleman he was, your boyfriend assisted you in carrying the pumpkin to the stand where you purchased it.

"I think we should name it Henry," you suggested, patting the pumpkin.

"Babe, remember what happened last year?" he cautioned.

You hesitated, recalling the struggle you had faced trying to carve and eventually part with the pumpkin you had named.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Let's just stick to calling it 'the pumpkin,' okay?" he chuckled softly, planting a kiss on your head.

“Ugh fine.”

#chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich #hc #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #ted nivison headcanons #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fic #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison x you #ted nivison fanfiction #ted nivison moodboard #imagine #youtuber #commentary #halloween #ted nivison hcs #ted x reader #ted nivison fanfic

[thunder-threnodies]

🌹 I was curious if you could write for Brett, even if he’s very clearly still committed to his missing Half Devil and not interested in anything romantic? Perhaps Brett simply has questions for a case he’s working on, and somehow the Captain gets him to enjoy the evening and it all stays very friendly :D

If so, Detective Brett Heroux is polite, even if he can be blunt when he’s annoyed or overfamiliar with someone. He doesn’t drink any spirits. He enjoys dancing- a lot, even if he’s been told he talks too much during it. He is perfectly content to ramble about the history of the dance *while* you are dancing it! It takes him a while to settle into fun, but when he does- he can easily join the festivities and inadvertently charm most he meets. 

You bumped into the Captain almost by chance. Someone told you to "go and pet a Blemmigan" after... Too much time spent In your office studying the last case's notes.

How many days? Yes.

Anyway, you were mumbling and slightly grumbling when your hand, deeply tucked in the pocket of your coat, finds a small box of matches. It smells like zee water and glass polish and....

Something else. You can see that the borders have been nervously picked on and that several matches are missing and yet none have been lit using the box.

Peculiar.

You also notice that there's some stains on it, droplets perhaps, as if someone had been drinking while this delightfully decorated little box was sitting very close to the person drinking.

You stroke a finger on a stain and sniff it: whiskey but not a regular one. This was brewed with honey and smoked in Dark-dew Cherries barrels. There's only one place, coincidentally located down Ladybone's Road where you're currently strolling, that serves this whiskey, as it's quite pricey.

On the upside of the box, there's a logo and a handwritten inscription:

"We shared a cigarette and a glass of Meadnight at Blue Skye's Palace"

in an elegant, yet slightly nervous, calligraphy. Now in a more curious mood, rather than mopey, you slowly walk towards the indicated address.

As soon as you arrive at the Blue Skye's Palace, you realize that this is a high profile place. Society members and occasionally some Masters aligned individual go in and out regularly untill you notice someone that gives off the wrong vibe: a dark-auburn haired zailor, with a Captain, or Admiral perhaps, coat over a faded blood-red jacket.

You follow them inside and spot them sitting quietly at the bar, while a melancholic and sweet song is playing as background, drinking the very same whiskey you've found on the match box.

And look at the little things spread regularly all across the bar! Many, many of the very same freebies you've found in your pocket.

You sit down right next to the Zailor and order two more: one for you (although probably you're only taking a small sip. You want to keep your head level untill you know more about this fella) and one for them.

They slowly turn their head and shoot you a side glance that make your blood run cold: for a fleeting second you felt like some sort of Zee monster was sitting by your side and not just a Very Tired Captain, with blue rings around their eyes and heavy bags right under. Peligin eyes but they do not look like a Monster Hunter at all.

And Cosmogone Spectacles? A Silverer, then. But why Zail and meddle with Parabola at the same time? So many questions, so little time...

They smile and nod at you and suddenly they look like a completely different person. Warm and welcoming.

"Oh the privilege of having caught the attention of the Dandy Detective Brett Heroux himself, in the flesh! I'm so pleased to finally meet you!" they say as they gulp down the last of their glass and begin the one you paid for.

For a moment you're stunned. But you recover rather quickly. You clear your throat and just tip the glass to your lips letting nothing but a few drops go down your throat. Head level, Brett, keep your head space clear and steady.

"I see you know me...?"

"Captain or Silverer will suffice, Detective. Or if you prefer a less formal approach... Francis Morgan, here on, well--" they smile with a hint of irony in their voice "Terra Firma as they like to call it. Even though, for me, it's not so firma anymore. If you catch my wave." another little, slow sip. "Pun intended, Detective. I am a big fan of yours, by the way. Absolutely brilliant on solving most of the open cases around London! Have you ever thought about writing a book about your adventures?" they empty their glass. Yours is still rather full.

"A.. a book? No. I- I mean all of my attention has been on a very important case and a book would take too much time from me. But please tell me, is this yours? And why did it make home in my pocket, out of all?" You gently put the match box near their hand, the one holding the glass. You notice many fading scars on all the hand and that hand is more suited for holding a quill or a pen rather than a sword or pistol.

They sigh a little and twirl the whiskey in their glass.

"I truly hoped my little sleight of hand would catch your attention because you see, I need your help for a missing treasure."

They drop a few echoes on the bar and gestures for you to go outside, where they join you shortly after.

"Well, Detective Heroux... Brett, if I may call you by first name... Card's on the table. I've been sent a letter. They took a pocket watch from me, one of my most treasured possessions" they pause for a moment "pun not intended, this time."

They give you a piece of paper: letters cut out from various different sources form a rather weird message. The grammar and spelling are all messed up.

There are stains of sweets, soot and reddish dust on it. It doesn't look actually dangerous.

As the two of you walk around, not yet with a destination in mind, you ask them a few questions.

Yes they're a Silverer. It's a personal choice they made long, long ago for the sake of a loved one. No they won't tell you who, although you might have an idea who this beloved is. Yes, they have Peligin eyes but it's more because of an incident happened in their youth at the Gant Pole...

After a while, when you both exchange generally known facts about yourselves, you notice three shadowy figures spying on you from a corner.

"There, Captain!" you discretely point at them. "Don't look directly! Agh, they've seen us! Quick, keep up with me and run!" you say as you spring to action, beginning a chase across Ladybone's, Spite, the Docks.

The three figures are rather quick and agile and do their best to drop obstacles and hazards on your path. The two of you follow the hot trail for the whole afternoon, finding new, weird clues every now and then. A knotted sock but not a Knotted Sock so not Urchins.

A wooden charm. A broken compass. A patch of worn out fur. What the hell is going on here?

The three enter Ms. Plenty's Carnival and disappear amongst the crowd: it seemes that there's some sort of improvised dancing festival or reunion.

You come to a sudden halt and look around. Not a single clue or trace to be found.

You turn and see Morgan smiling at you.

"Well, Brett, we seem to have come to a momentary dead end. What do you say, shall we dance? Perhaps drop some questions, like bait you know, while we change partners. What do you know about this kind of dance and gatherings?"

As you happily instruct Francis Morgan on the matter, a new round of dances begins and quickly the two of you are caught in the vortex of joyous music and swinging melodies.

You're more than happy to guide the Captain through the dance, calling for each step and explaining some fun facts when the sequences they have already memorized come again.

The atmosphere is colorful and happy, your dancing partners more than capable of keeping up with you and you can always see the Captain in the corner of your eye. They've got your back.

When you're partnered with them once again, you lean in slightly closer.

"I've spotted a rather... cranky gentlman walk towards some attractions. I suspect our three rascals ar headed that way. Not Urchins but surely children. They stole a bowler hat somwhere and a trench coat. When the music stops, follow me."

And the Captains nods and does exactly as instructed.

You resume your chase of the Weirdly Tall Man (Definetly Not Three Children in a Trenchcoat) across all the Carnival untill you force them to take cover in the House of Mirrors.

But where are the culprits? THERE! No... no no no just a reflection of... A Master? Surely your eyes must have tricked you... That way! A small shadow runnning and the sound of small feet on the floor!

That Master-like figure again... You're pretty sure it's a Curator but which one...?

As you arrive at the center of the maze, three children, clearly siblings, each dressed up as a Pirate-wannabe, look at you slightly amazed and smiling. What the hell?

In the mirror behind them, the Winged Shadow reappears and two arms, strong and used to hold and constrain, come out of it, grabbing the trio.

No, not grabbing, hugging.

The Captain themselves step out of the mirror and lifts up the trio in their arms.

"YOU LITTLE...! I knew it was you! How the hell did you sneak in my quarters, huh?"

"We missed you! You said you'll come visit but it has been almost two months! Dad and Mom came but you didn't so we did what Pirates do: stole a treasure!" the oldest produces a shining pocket wathc with an inscription on its casing that you cannot clearly read from there and in the dim light.

The Captain laughs and makes a gesture towards the mirror: a big, clawed hand puts a wooden box in their hands, big enough to contain some decently sized objects. A small dagger for the big brother, who appears to be soon a young man rather than a child or boy, a map and a sextants for the middle sister and a fluffy, cute little Rubbery Feline plush for the youngest.

You follow them for a while, as the Captain chit chats with the trio. They politely ask you to tell the three siblings some of your most talked cases of missing jewelry or precious wares and you oblige with a faint smile: it takes a lot to make these stories children-friendly. But they're rather enthusiastic about them and your fame so you don't actually mind.

They insist that you and the captain challenge each other to a shooting contest.

They're good, it's pretty clear they're an excellent pirate, it's pretty clear to you that they're no mere Zailor or regular Captain by now, but they're swaying slightly as if being at Zee and miss a few shots, leading to your victory.

They take the three siblings to a House for Young Children and is welcomed by a joyous chorus of 'hello!' and 'WELCOME BACK CAPTAIN" as they leave the trio in the care of a handmaid and waves happily to the small crowd as they rejoin you, just outside the gates.

"Well, Detective Brett Heroux. Your fame and renown are well earned! I thank you so much for this evening. It's hard to be a Pirate and a good example for those little rascals. And to think they absolutely meant to go to Zee, some time ago! They're almost ready for the real deal, don't you think?"

They shake your hand firmly and bows down in a very elegant way and salutes you, strolling along the Docks and humming a happy melody, leaving you all alone and quite exhausted. Have you been a good example? You sure hope so. A detective and a pirate... What a fun and quirky duo they must have had looked like, that evening, running around London.

The day after you find a copy of "The Hound of the Baskervilles" on your table, signed by Francis Dargor Morgan.

"To the True Greatest Detective and hopefully, a newfound Friend. Yours truly, F.D.M."

As you have breakfast, the idea of a book about some of your cases comes back and playfully torments you for a while, leaving your heart lighter and your spirit happier. At least, for a while.

#fallen london #thunder threnodies #oc:captain francis dargor #oc: captain dargor #oc: brett heroux #ehehe gods help me with typos

[rinbowaman]

HHP SMAU Drabble "Going Viral" Part 3 SMUT/MDNI18+ *Requested*

.....whoa...

Warnings: Like literally everything. Rough and somewhat non-con vibes, dub-con, foodie smut, dirty talk....yeah. EDIT: THIS CONTENT CONTAINS AN ACT OR SCENE WHERE Y'N IS INSERTED WITH A FOREIGN SUBSTANCE (NOT OBJECT) SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

not proofread so pls ignore the mistakes. and again.....whoa.....that's all i'm going to say.

Perking up a brow, you felt his arm tighten around your waist. Tucking in his lips, he lowly chuckles while he reaches up with his other hand to caress your cheek.

"Undress me...NOW."

You nod your head and obeyed, you knew by the tone of his voice and the way he emphasized every other word that he was not in a mood to play around, nor was he feeling lenient in forgiving you so easily. Most of the time when you do frustrate him, he somewhat found it adorable and wouldn't be too awful mad....but this time, you crossed the line.

Even though it was an accident, there was one thing that you always knew, which was the reason why you strongly forced the issue when telling the girls to not upload the video with you in it, it was all because of Heeseung (and Ethan's) possessiveness towards you. You were their territory, therefore, only he can appreciate and gaze up on parts of you and certain acts. No one else.

Beginning with his long sleeve, which had already been left unbuttoned to reveal the form fitting t-shirt, which had exposed the silhouette of his defined muscles on his chest. Trying to ease his anger with you, you roamed your hands over his pecks in a tender manner. Leaning in, your hands migrate to pull the long sleeve over his shoulders, dragging it down to his elbows and through his hands as you peel it off completely.

"Hmph." he scoffs a smirk. "Go ahead...I appreciate the effort but that doesn't negate the fact that you fucked up." his tone was stern and lacked any compassion as you watched the smirk disappear, only an irritated expression is reflected through what you could see beneath the bill of his hat.

Gulping, you continued, even though he made it clear that, despite you being sweet in your manner towards undressing him, he wasn't going to let you off that easily.

He assisted in taking off his t-shirt but lifting it over his head and cap. Next were his jeans, which you had unbuttoned and started to unzip, slowly. Pulling it down, he places his hand atop of your head and gives a slight push...emphasizing for you to get on your knees as his jeans travel further down.

"Shoes too." he simply remarks. There you kneel in the nude, practically groveling on the floor as you untie his Vans and take them off for him. Grabbing on to his ankle, you indicate for him to lift his foot by admitting a slight tug. He chuckles as he lifts one right after the other, watching you take off the footwear along with his socks. RIght after, you removed his jeans completely. Standing up, you reach up for his cap when his hand suddenly snags your wrist, pulling you into him, lips touching but no kiss was presented.

"Nope!" he snaps out with that smirk re-appearing. "Hat stays on, babydoll."

Raising your eyebrows in a peculiar state, you nodded slightly as switches his grip on your wrist, swapping his hands.

Now that his strong hand was free, he reaches over to his side and grabs onto the chocolate syrup, popping open the cap with his mouth, spitting out the plastic wrapping off to the side, with heavy lids he drizzles his chest, his groin, and his dick with the confectionary ingredient.

Placing the bottle down after administering it all over his front side, he looks at you as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

"Now lick it all off."

You hesitated at first, yet the moment he tugged on your wrist and tightened his grip even further, causing you to wince in pain, you quickly lost all forms of hesitation and fortitude to stand your ground.

So...you did what he told you to do.

Starting with his chest, you licked the contours of every muscle his perfect frame outlined. There were even some that got on his neck, his Adams Apple specifically. You lean in and licked it tenderly, watching as he tilted his head far back exposing his thick neck and slowly gaping his mouth open.

"Yep...keep going." he deeply lets out as his mouth faced the ceiling.

You couldn't deny it, watching him moan in pleasure due to your act made encouraged you to do more, you did after all, love the man. It wasn't his fault that you pissed him off.

Little did you know....this was just the beginning. You still had Hell to pay, and your delighted state came too soon.

Reaching down to his shaft, your tongue coated with the syrup as his chest and groin was left with traces of the content, swirled over his skin, you lick his length from tip to base, causing him to moan out.

Despite licking it clean, you took it upon yourself to start sucking on him, since you were finding yourself extremely aroused by his reaction. Again, your delight came way too soon.

The moment you felt his hand behind your head, pushing you inward towards him, pressing your nose against his skin while taking in not just a mouthful, but stuffing your entire throat with his full nine inches of skin, muscle, and girth. The corners of your mouth felt as if they were ripping apart as you tried to adjust taking in his circumference, which only gotten thicker at the base.

Choking and gagging as he rests inside your mouth, of course it wasn't by your choice as you plaster your palms against his thigh and pelvis, trying to push yourself away yet his hand behind your head expelled too much strength that overpowered you.

Finally, not a moment too soon, you feel his hand releasing, allowing you to retract immediately. Coughing, gagging, and trying to regain your breathing, built up loads of saliva and chocolate syrup escape your wide open mouth, drooling down your chin, chest, and breasts.

Your eyes were burning with the tears that were caused by the great discomfort you just experienced. Normally when you did perform oral sex, no matter if it was Heeseung or his Ethan side, the most roughness he displayed was all after acknowledging your pace and comfort levels, maybe pushing it a little, but not to this extent. God only knows that the man has fucked your face countless times, some were slow and passionate, others were fast and animalistic, yet this was the first time that on a whim, he filled you and dipped into your throat so harshly.

"Okay...my turn." He glares down as he states his words.

Taking the bottle of chocolate syrup, he doesn't even wait for you to stand up from your knees before drizzling it all over your breasts.

"Stick your fucking tongue out..." he smoothly commands you. With teary and red eyes, you did just as he told you to.

The taste of the sweet syrup making contact with your tongue somewhat soothed and distracted you from the slight bit of soreness you were feeling in your throat. Placing the bottle aside, he grabs the can of whipped cream.

"Stand up."

Extending your posture, you stood up. His hand reaches over and grabs your neck, applying just a slight bit of pressure as he simultaneously pulls you in at viper speed, having you just an inch away from his face.

"Keep your mouth open." Taking the can, he sprays the whip cream in your mouth, before you could even process the sweetness of the cream, he immediately throws the can off to the side and places his other hand on your cheek as he envelops you in a devouring kiss, smearing the cream over the corners of your mouth as the exchanging of saliva, cream, and tongue massage renders you to a shaking status.

While still keeping you locked within his mouth, he pushes you back as he takes a few steps forward, causing you to fall back on the bed with him toppling over you, still with his lips on you. Reaching over to the side table, he grabs on the syrup once more, and glares at you.

"As much as i LOVE that beautiful face of yours, i'm not in the mood for any sentimentality. Turn over." the subtle hint of shine in his matte black eyes within the shadow casted over by his cap glares down at you...he looked somewhat demonic with the way he lacked any playfulness or passion. Just irritation and anger. Yet, he still looked devilishly handsome, as much as you feared to admit it.

Your eyes begin to build up more fluid as you slowly shift around, laying on your stomach as you remained in between his legs under him.

Drizzle the syrup all over your back, your rear, and on his cock once more, you felt the sticky substance on your skin. The moment you thought he was going to lick you clean as you did him, you found that you were wrong.

HIs hands swoop under your pelvis, lifting you, primarily your rear, as he shoves his chocolate coated shaft inside you.

"Ethan!!" you gasped out.

"Uh-huh....scream out my name." He spoke as gasped out, taking a full view of your rear as he shoves himself deep into your core, watching the syrup collect off to the sides of your folds upon his entry.

Finally being inside all the way through, there was no pause as he begins pelting into you at a violently fast and rough pace.

Grabbing onto your hair, pulling your head back for you to face the ceiling, he tells you in between grunts as he fucks into you relentlessly.

"Open your mouth."

Drizzling the syrup all over your mouth, albeit getting some on your chin and the sides of your mouth as he was shifting your body with his powerful thrusts, you watch as he finishes drizzling you, before he takes the bottle and drinks out of it as if it were a water bottle, taking in a gulp of syrup. His thrusts never stopping or slowing.

Casting the bottle aside, he leans on top of you, his chest smearing the syrup on your back and on your ass as he thrusts deeply. Reaching around the side of your face, his nose drags along your cheek as he turns your face towards him, and kisses you. All you could taste was the chocolate that coated his tongue and lingered within his mouth.

Getting back up to his knees to add the strength of his momentum within his thrusts once more, he jack hammers into you, watching as the fluid mixture of your essence and his thrusts, combined with the chocolate syrup oozing out of your entry, coats and rings around his shaft.

Leaning back on top of you, this time with his phone in hand, he places the camera view in selfie mode and on video recording. Kissing you and placing his hand over your chin, he records for his own pleasure, the act that he submitted you too.

"Look at the camera babe. See how badly i'm ruining you? See it? Fuck....keeping screaming my name." he kisses your cheek, his thrusts have become faster and deeper. His tone was taunting and demeaning.

With his phone in hand, he props his chest up as he continues to record your face as the view in the background displayed bits of his penetration from behind. His free hand props his face away from the camera angle, it was just you.

"Fuck i'm going to cum...you ready?" he shakily breathes out as he starts to gasp and grunt.

Releasing inside of you, he thrusts a few more times before plunging in deeply and finishing you off for good. Taking his cap off, he tosses it to the side and ends the recording.

He places his phone down as he rests his body fully on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. Both you and him were a mess, covered in chocolate syrup and the wetness that excreted from your walls.

The smell of the sweet chocolate along with the essence of your body's natural production of lube, all you could think about was the image of what it must have looked from his stance, fucking into you, mixing all of the ingredients together as he thrusts the syrup inside you.

Without removing his face from the nook in your neck, his arm extends to the side, over the edge of the bed. Grabbing onto the strabwerries and cherries, he brings them over, reaching around with his other hand, he opens each container as his arms surround you and caves you in.

Taking a single strawberry, he gently presents it to your lips, his free hand collecting all of your hair and moving it over to your shoulder as he gently nudges with the tip of his nose to bite the fruit.

You take a bite, slowly, still trying to get yourself composed. Once you bit into it and began chewing, he props himself on his elbows, still leaned on top of you from behind, and gives you a smirky side eye as he bites into the same berry.

"Dont worrry...that video is just for my eyes only." he remarks as he gives a small chuckle while taking a cherry and feeding it to you.

With the weight of his frame on top of you, you turn your face to the side and look over to him, watching as he continues to give you a devilish side eye, eating the fruit. Seeing traces of both, Heeseung and Ethan, you stuttered out your words as you were still recovering.

"....it really was...an accident...i didn't mean to-"

"I know." he nods his head as he looks down at the bedding, reaching over to grab another piece of fruit, while his other hand strokes your neck.

Presenting the fruit to you yet again, you bite down while he passionately kisses against the strands that cover your ear, taking a deep inhale of the scent of your hair.

"I know it was an accident....but you still did the recording." he softly answers against your ear.

He was right...you still did the recording.

"....I'm sorry."

"Its okay baby, the sundae was worth it."

Authors note: The duality of this man i swear. one minute he's brutal...the next he's feeding you fruit.

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #enhypen hard hours

[lummyzzz]

I had been studying for the past week, so here's a dumb 15 minute drabble about our favorite couple.

Leona Kingsholar x Ace Trappola (DTW)

Desperate.

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Ace thinks he might have overestimated himself this time, perhaps even more than he had before, to even dare think that he could hold Leona's attenttion for long.

The little Halloween fiasco had spark a chance, sure, merely a few hours of wandering aimlessly in an unknown realm had provided Ace with the center of his attention for a short while. Perhaps Ace had manage to extend it far longer than it should, popping up cheeky here and there everytime Leona round a corner or with his nearing obsessed clinging days after just to hope that the senior would spare him another glance.

It got him a little pat on the head, nothing much, but maybe Ace had been smiling to himself more frequently every time he recall the shadows of it.

Yuu was right, Ace is desperate at this point.

But hey, it's not easy crushing hard for a prince, and neither was it everyday you get his attention for it.

Not that Ace could keep it for too long, not with this school constantly being the center of trouble and dragging them all into it. Halloween had soon become forgetful enough that no one talks about it anymore, not with the Masquerade shenanigans shinning in the spotlight of the huge rumor circle and its peculiar power pairings that had unexpectedly but cleverly solve the possible world's crisis.

A pair of senior and junior who got a bit along was nothing too remarkable anymore.

And that's the hard thing about NRC, if there are rumours and whispers circling about how much two people got along, then they would have a reason to get along. Approaching each others during meals for activities recanting random details about what they had done previously until the farce is strong enough that the circle regard them as such, then they could do that any other day.

Sometimes the freshmen wouldn't exactly follow this rule, switching between club activities or dorm outings, but Ace had never seen any other upperclassmen gets too chummy if no one had been talking about them.

So you see, Ace was nowhere close to even solidifying that rumour about him and Leona yet. Not when the senior's constant absence from lunch and his little fanclub of Savanaclaw students makes approaching him like hell on earth. Stumbling onto the greenhouse mid-day wouldn't work either, not when Ace values his life and reputation a bit too much to recklessly intrude on Leona's den then proceed to get fanboy plastered on his face.

So, like every other time Ace is met with a blockage in his road, he slumps. Face first on the lunch table with his friends glancing worriedly amongst themselves and seniors decking for another table at the earliest troublesome signs.

Real good friends, all of them.

"What happened?" Someone asks, settling themselves on his empty right side nearly touching his shoulder, a bit too close for personal spaces.

Ace assume it's Floyd in a rare good mood, the senior never had any respect for it.

"Life problems." Ace spits out, can't even be bothered enough to raise his head.

"More like love problems," Yuu muses to his left, "He has been tormenting us all like this for a week."

"Shaddup, I'm not doing it on purpose."

"The point still stands," His supposed best friend argues, tone unchanging even though he knows Ace's calling him all sort of names in his head. "Take him away and saves us all now, would you?"

"Yuu," Ace groans, turning his head to the left so he can actually scowl at the traitor. "You can't just sell me to Floyd-senpai because you hate feelings."

"Never said Floyd was buying." Yuu says instead, eating another spoonful of curry before he points it behind him. "You might wanna turn around."

Ace doesn't particularly want to see Floyd and his moody grin at the moment, but he turns anyway. Snapping his head back under the table and do a 180.

"You can't even recognize my voice?" Leona scoffs, still holding his chin in his hand as he cuts Ace a glare. "Some admiration you got, spikey."

What.the.fuck

Ace straightens himself immediately, part in shock and another in awe. Pulling his body from the table with a little jolt as his face flushs a crimson red.

Holy sevens, Leona came to the cafeteria during lunch, and sat next to him and even bothered participating in a bullshit conversation about buying Ace as a whole.

"What are you doing here?!" Ace asks in shock, volume hanging a bit high as he finally realizes just how much attention they were getting just from Leona settling there.

"You hadn't been sneaking around anymore," Leona answers, amusement in his tone. "Thought I might check if my biggest admirer broke his leg or some sort while I'm here." He stops, then a grin. "But go figured, you were encountering some different problems instead."

"Yeah, a big one." Yuu adds, playfully supporting this whole charade even though he could have just informed Ace of Leona's presence when he first came in. The fucking traitor.

"Shaddup!" Ace turns with a glare, it's not too intimidating to be honest, but it's the best he got when Leona's staring in his face. "You are officially the worst best friend ever." He glares at the rest of them, the traitors holding their head sideways to avoid his glare. "Worst.friends.ever."

"Fine by me," Yuu shrugs, not even minding Ace a tiny bit. "You heard him, he doesn't want us anymore."

Leona laughs, standing on his feet momentarily as he holds onto Ace's arm and starts dragging him up. "I'll take the brat then, could use a body pillow since I missed so much of my nap."

"Wait, what?!" Ace splutters, not exactly processing anything now that Leona's basically manhandling him out of his seat.

"You wanted a reason, right?" Leona offers, letting go once they were out of the seats before picking Ace up by his legs, the freshman slugs over his shoulder with an oof. "Let's make one."

"W-wait just a damn minute!" Ace yelps, elbows poking on Leona's neck as his hands tries for a proper grip on the gold uniform, struggling in the lion's hold without much progress. "You can't jus-- Leona-senpai! Leonaaaa!!"

Leona didn't mind the failing, not when he walks steadily out of the cafeteria with a screaming Ace on his shoulder as they onlookers crane their neck to follow. Some even poking their heads out of the door to stare as the third-year makes his way down the hallway, mumbling and whispering the newest rumour in circles.

Yuu and the rest continues on with their meals, the first-year looking a bit guilty as they cast some glances towards the laughing seniors and between themselves. But Yuu stays unaffected, chewing on another piece of curry even as Floyd slings an arm around him cackling nonstop and Riddle throwing a furious glare from his spot.

Ace came back to them before curfew, looking a bit worse to wear with a few bites on his nape and a swelling, cherry lip.

#ace trappola #leona kingscholar #disney twst #leoace

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟺.𝟿ᴋ

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As you hover on the edge of consciousness, a gentle touch of cool lips caresses your cheek, nose, chin, and jaw, gradually rousing you from your slumber. The room's dim lighting comes into sharper focus as you slowly open your eyes. A delightful aroma fills your nostrils, and the figure of the black-haired hybrid becomes clearer. He continues to shower you with kisses, a tender gesture that evokes a mixture of protest and pleasure, tempting you to remain in this state of blissful drowsiness. 

“Good evening my little witch, and my even littler witch.  I made something for you.” he whispers softly. 

Reaching over to the bedside table, he picks up a small wooden tray, the handles fitting comfortably in his grasp. Resting in the center is a pristine white ceramic plate adorned with a mouthwatering arrangement of eggs, sausage, and toast. Adjacent to it, a small bowl of freshly cut fruit glistens invitingly, while a glass of what appears to be freshly squeezed orange juice completes the ensemble. Another involuntary yawn escapes you, feeling a peculiar weariness despite just waking up. 

“You made this?” You ask in surprise, watching as he impales a succulent piece of honeydew melon with a fork and brings it to your waiting lips. Gratefully, you accept the morsel, savoring the burst of flavor that elicits a growl of hunger from your stomach, yearning for more. The taste is exquisite, as if the fruit were plucked at the exact moment of perfect ripeness, an unlikely find in the remote, chilly embrace of the Appalachian mountains where you currently were. 

Chan's usually untamed waves are unexpectedly styled, catching you off guard amidst the casual disarray of everyone's appearances during this difficult journey. His hair is slicked up and back, accentuating his features and adding an extra touch of allure to his already enticing presence. It's as if he's transformed into a dish as delectable as the meal before you. 

"Well, sort of..." he begins, scratching the back of his neck with a hint of bashfulness. "The truth is, Felix is a much better cook than I am, and he's the one who made this." Chan's face brightens, eager to contribute. "But hey, I cut the fruit! That counts for something, right?" 

You nod appreciatively, your fingers gently caressing the side of his cheek. "It's the thought that counts the most to me. Thank you for remembering I'm a human." As you speak, he slips a halved strawberry between your awaiting lips, following it with a tender kiss. A playful giggle escapes you, curiosity piqued by his unusually affectionate behavior. 

"You're being so sweet today. Did you do something wrong? What happened?" you inquire, amusement dancing in your voice. 

Chan's lips curl into a half-grin, a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Nothing at all," he replies, his words laced with a tightness of suppressed laughter. "I'm just in an exceptionally good mood, that's all." 

You savor a bite of sausage, fixing Chan with a quizzical look as you raise an eyebrow. "Since you're in such a good mood, can I ask you something?" 

Chan adjusts himself on the bed, tucking his leg beneath him to face you more directly. "The answer will always be yes," he affirms, his gaze steady and attentive. 

Pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, you carefully phrase your question. "Would you ever turn me?" 

The weight of your inquiry hangs in the air, evident in the way Chan takes a deep breath before responding. "I'm not sure I can answer that right now because..."  

He trails off, searching for the right words to express the complexity of his feelings. Selfishly, he'd love nothing more than to turn you into a vampire and keep you by his side for eternity. However, there's the added factor of your unborn child. While most parents would relish the idea of watching their child age and live a fulfilling life, no parent wants to face their child's mortality, even in old age. Chan yearns to keep you with him forever, but he considers the potential difficulties of being isolated from the baby during the intense blood cravings of early vampire life. Moreover, the transformation would nullify your witch blood, which you have only recently begun to explore and comprehend the true extent of your power. 

All of that was too much to say right now. 

"I really don't know," he finally admits. Sensing the weight of his uncertainty, he redirects the question back to you, hoping your answer might bring some clarity to his own indecision. “Do you want to be turned?”    

Chewing thoughtfully on a piece of toast, you slowly tilt your head from side to side. "I think so," you reply, casting a glance down at your growing belly, which seems to have visibly expanded overnight. A sigh escapes you, carrying with it the palpable effort it now takes to fill your lungs. "I don't know how to change bodies like Jisung. I'm not even sure I have enough power for it, and the idea of growing old is strange to me..." 

"It can be beautiful, actually," Chan interjects, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and contemplation. "Sure, when I was mortal, I never wanted to grow old. But after living for hundreds of years, you come to realize that it's never going to happen, and... I don't know, there's something to be cherished about the mortal lifespan and how your body evolves with your experiences. I'm stuck like this." 

Pouting playfully, you poke your bottom lip out. "Poor Chan, trapped in the exquisite body of a twenty-something with eternal washboard abs. How ever will you manage?" Tugging at his shirt, you evoke a shy protest from him, accompanied by a laugh that hints at the wild encounters you've shared, even in the midst of a club and in front of his brothers, just a few nights ago. 

“Come on, even if you’re not hungry anymore, you’ve got to feed our baby.” His finger delicately brushes against the tip of your nose, giving you a gentle reminder of the shared responsibility you both carry. Retrieving a succulent piece of fruit, he brings it to your lips once more.     

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Jisung and Felix find solace on a weathered wooden bench, nestled beside the house, their voices mingling under the glow of the crescent moon. Its pale light casts a soft, dreamlike sheen, enveloping them in an enchanting ambiance as they engage in their heartfelt conversation. 

Felix's eyes drift towards the necklace gracing Jisung's neck, a poignant symbol of treasured memories. With a gentle motion, he gestures towards the precious adornment, prompting Jisung to cradle it delicately between his fingers. 

“Have you taken that off lately?”    

A wistful expression crosses Jisung's face, tinged with a hint of regret. "Nah, I haven't taken it off," he admits, glancing over at the snow-haired vampire. "I've experienced so much in such a short span of time, you know?" 

Felix shifts slightly, his gaze fully focused on his old friend. "Eventually, you'll have to let go," he suggests, his tone gentle yet firm. "Which is worse: losing a few days of memories or sacrificing a whole month's worth?" Turning towards Jisung, he offers his support. "Go ahead, I'm here to help," he affirms with a nod. Jisung feels a surge of apprehension, his brows knitting together in a mix of sorrow and reluctance. Letting out a resigned sigh, he lifts the necklace from his shoulders, realizing the wisdom of heeding the advice of a Gumiho. As the pendant hovers above his head, his wide eyes blink in astonishment, taking in the garden's beauty as if seeing it for the first time. A sense of vulnerability washes over him, accentuated by the realization of his weakened state. 

Felix reaches out, his hand resting gently on Jisung's forearm, attempting to assuage the ancient witch's mounting panic. Despite his comforting words, he can still hear the rapid beats of Jisung's heart, an echo of the fear swirling within him. 

"You're safe, Jisung. Remember, we planned to make stops along the way," Felix explains, his touch serving as an anchor. "This is our first stop, under Lysandra's care. She saved Hyunjin and me from the early morning light. It's only been one night." He squeezes Jisung's forearm, hoping to redirect his attention. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

“Fucking lost…” Jisung finally collapses back against the wall, “I feel like my mind’s all jumbled up…” he confesses, his mind a chaotic mess. His exhaustion is evident as a yawn interrupts his words, followed by a groan. "So, we're still cursed, huh?" 

Felix nods, a touch of apology in his expression, “We’re not in Abysmora yet, we’ve got a ways to go.”  He glances out into the garden, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling woods beyond the imposing gates. "Can you still conjure?" 

Jisung's heavy eyes shift to the bed of flowers nearby, their delicate petals reaching towards the moonlit sky. Uncertainly, he extends his hand towards them. With a snap, the flowers wither and die, their once vibrant colors turning into lifeless, blackened remnants scattered on the ground. 

“I don’t have any control over it.  I meant to close their petals.  And my fingers–” Jisung admits, frustration tainting his voice. He kicks his foot against the dirt, hoping to alleviate the sting radiating from his fingertips. It reminds him of his earlier days, when he was young and inexperienced in harnessing his conjuring abilities. Jisung attempts to recollect his thoughts, but the mental strain only intensifies his exhaustion. The memory of walking with you outside the coffee shop in Twilight Harbour is all that comes to mind. 

Felix ponders aloud, his voice laced with contemplation. "Seems like things haven't changed much," he muses, recalling his previous observations of Jisung struggling to wield his conjuring powers under Edith's curse. "With the next Full Moon still distant, I almost feel like my old self again. If I were naive enough, I'd believe the curse has lifted entirely." 

“And the others?” 

"Well, the little witch was attacked last night," Felix begins, his tone grave. "In fact, you were the one who sensed it—a demon tried to possess her. But it was strange how she seemed to cast it back into the woods. I don't even think she knows how she did it, but it saved her life and the baby's." 

"She cast it out? Like... with conjure?" Jisung's eyebrows furrow with curiosity. 

Felix shrugs, a hint of uncertainty in his response. "It seemed that way, but I'm not sure how. I haven't been able to figure out what's going on with her conjuring abilities. Some of her mistakes can be attributed to being a beginner—" 

"That doesn't make sense. I shared my mind with her back when we fought the newborns, and she should at least be at an intermediate level," Jisung interjects, his frustration clear. 

"There's no way a witch as old as you has forgotten," Felix chuckles lightly. Jisung possesses great power, but he is not without flaws. "Sharing your mind works for the subconscious in a mortal. Her physical body is primed to handle an immense amount of power, but we've had no time to teach her how to access it intentionally." 

"It's only the second time I've ever done that," Jisung says, his voice softening. "You know what goes on up here," he adds, tapping his temple. "I don't like to share that part of myself." 

"It's valuable wisdom, Jisung. It's the reason why you've managed to defy death so many times. You cheat it so much, you ought to be one of us by now," Felix says, his words carrying a hint of humor. 

Jisung’s memory of being told that he was going to lose his conjure, all of the wisdom that Felix was referring to–it rang so loud in his head that he had to find a way to come back to the present and deal with what he could for now. 

A brief silence envelops them, both lost in their thoughts, for only a few moments. 

"And what about Chan?" Jisung inquires, his voice tinged with curiosity. 

"He's doing really well, actually. I can tell he feels a lot stronger after feeding live the other night," Felix responds, his tone filled with a mix of admiration and surprise. 

Jisung's face contorts in confusion. "Hold on, feeding live? What are you talking about?" 

"Back in Twilight Harbour, we discovered that Santiago owns a vampire den. He hosted us in a private room where we all had the opportunity to feed on live, high-quality humans before the journey. It was quite an experience. But you, of course, decided to opt out," Felix explains, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"No shit I opted out, asshole," Jisung retorts, playfully shoving Felix as they share a laugh. "So, Chan fed live? And the little witch was okay with it I guess?" 

Felix's gaze drifts upwards, fixating on the crescent moon, as recollective thoughts dance across the canvas of his mind's eye—memories he'd rather forget. "Yeah, she was completely fine with it," he responds vaguely, withholding any further details. 

Sensing Felix's evasiveness, the ancient witch grows suspicious and forges ahead with another question.  

"And what about Hyunjin?" 

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Hyunjin settles himself in front of the hearth, the flickering flames captivating his gaze. His knees are drawn close to his chest as he seeks comfort in the warmth. Tentatively, he extends a hand, relishing the sensation of the gentle heat against his palm, only to retract it and brush his fingers against his own icy vampire skin. 

Footsteps echo behind him, accompanied by the familiar scent that swirls around his senses. Another aroma, stronger and sweeter, catches his attention, compelling him to turn his head and investigate. Standing beside him is Lysandra, holding a crystal goblet filled with thick, dark, warm blood. She lowers it toward him, and he accepts it, inhaling its scent before taking a measured sip. Lysandra settles next to him, her own chalice of red wine in hand. 

"You seem to be feeling better tonight," she remarks, her gaze fixed on him as she sips from her glass. 

"It's astonishing what death can do, isn't it?" Hyunjin replies, taking another sip of the viscous liquid and allowing the remnants to linger on his lips. Lysandra observes him intently before speaking once more. 

"You're quite different from your brothers; you remind me of the vampires from my era. Tell me, Hyunjin, how have you managed to uphold the old ways for so long?" Her lips graze the rim of her glass as she takes a delicate sip. "You are undeniably ancient, over a thousand years old, am I correct?" 

"Two thousand years, to be precise," Hyunjin responds, a hint of intrigue in his voice. He drains the last drop from his glass, finishing the blood. "My soul was trapped in purgatory for a millennium," he explains, a tinge of sorrow lacing his words. "I've only recently returned, just a few months ago." 

Lysandra's nod of comprehension is accompanied by a playful remark. "You probably deserved it," she quips, her tone unwavering as she takes another sip from her glass. 

Hyunjin raises a curious eyebrow, his gaze shifting toward her. However, the demon remains unfazed, savoring her wine. 

"I did," he admits, his voice carrying a tinge of remorse. 

Lysandra rises from her seat, elegantly brushing off her floor-length skirt as she finishes the last of her wine. 

"And what did you learn?" she inquires, her voice filled with intrigue. 

Hyunjin's eyes flicker with a mix of pain and determination. 

“That witches are meant to be murdered first, and questions are to be asked of them later.  I hesitated when I should’ve ripped Edith’s head from her shoulders before she could react.” 

The demon chuckles, genuinely amused by the fierce soul concealed beneath Hyunjin's composed exterior. "And yet, here you are, traveling alongside two of them." 

"The Hans have been loyal to my family for generations," Hyunjin explains, a sense of gratitude softening his voice. "Jisung has known us since before our transformation into vampires. And as for the pretty witch... well, she's with my brother. She's an exception." 

Lysandra leans closer, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "So, witches are to be murdered unless you graciously exempt them?" 

Hyunjin senses the intricate web she's attempting to weave with her words, but he refuses to allow himself to become entangled. He didn’t have the bandwidth to play her game right now. He knows his own identity and the significance of those who hold a place in his life. Lysandra should consider herself fortunate that he has shared this much with her. 

"Thank you for the meal," he utters, expressing his gratitude. With a graceful stretch of his long arms above his head, he stands up. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Hyunjin declares, skillfully maneuvering past Lysandra. His hands lightly graze her hips as he smoothly passes through the doorway, leaving the room behind him.   

Just as Hyunjin is about to step outside and release the pent-up turmoil brewing within him, a scent of thick, sulfuric blood infiltrates his senses, freezing him in his tracks. The source emanates from a nearby room, its door closed and presumably locked. Being the most intuitive of the three brothers, Hyunjin understands that loitering in the corridor makes him vulnerable to detection by any demon worth its weight in sulfur. However, he notices that the restroom is adjacent, and by pretending to use it, he can mask his true intentions. As he slips into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door, he turns on the sink, briefly glancing up at the sleek oval mirror adorning the stone wall—a striking modernized touch amidst the rustic ambiance of entwined vines cascading down another wall. 

While gazing into his own mesmerizing baby blue eyes, Hyunjin unintentionally drifts into a trance-like state, his ears attuned to the distant murmurs permeating through the barrier. 

"Okay, whoever it was, they're gone now," whispers Santiago's voice, but the other voice appears distorted, as if submerged in water. Hyunjin struggles to decipher its tone or words, relying on Santiago's voice and contextual clues to piece together the unfolding scene. The overwhelming scent of a powerful demon lingers in the air, indicating that something significant is transpiring. He wonders why his brothers haven't arrived yet. Did they not sense it as keenly as he did? Surely, Christophe would have picked up on the scent. 

"I did. Yes, I did," responds the mysterious voice. 

"Thought we could make it a little further tonight, got out too late," another voice chimes in. 

"I don't think the redhead is going to be the problem, but I sense brewing tension with the hybrid," Santiago confides. 

Hyunjin breaks eye contact with his reflection, shifting his gaze sideways, trying to pinpoint the origin of the distorted sound. The voice seems to pass through some kind of filter. 

"It's deeper than Y/N." 

"Yeah, of course I am. Yeah, uh-huh—yeah," the voices continue their cryptic exchange. 

Hyunjin struggles to fathom that such an elaborate conversation could revolve around a petty love triangle, necessitating this level of magic. Suddenly, his eyes widen in realization as he connects the puzzle pieces, unraveling the truth. 

Santiago is summoning a demon, someone higher up in the hierarchy than he, and he’s communicating with them through a sacrifice.      

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As you and Chan make your way around the corner to join the others in the garden, Felix is the first to notice your presence. His eyes light up as he greets you, "Look who's up! Did she like the food?" The vibrant garden surrounds the four of you, adorned with exotic plants and flowers, basking under the moon and stars. The atmosphere is filled with a contagious sense of happiness, and you find yourself smiling more than ever before. 

Chan shrugs nonchalantly, playfully concocting an exaggerated tale, "Sorry, brother. She only ate the fruit and tossed the rest out." You nudge him with your fist, rolling your eyes at his fanciful story. "I actually loved it, and I finished it all," you interject, eager to reassure Felix. 

"Yes! I've still got it. I taste-tested it, and it was awful," Felix exclaims, his joy infectious. In this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the garden, you can't help but feel a surge of happiness coursing through your veins. 

However, the tranquility is shattered when you notice Jisung leaning against the wall, seemingly dozing off under the curse that plagues you all. 

“Jisung, hey man,” Chan snaps his fingers in front of the witch’s face.  Jisung reacts with alarming force. He grabs Chan's wrist and twists it mercilessly, causing a sickening snap as Chan collapses in agony, desperately attempting to pry Jisung's grip away. You're torn between the instinct to intervene and the fear for your own safety and the life growing inside you. Panic grips your body, rendering you breathless and unable to think clearly. 

Both Felix and Chan cry out in unison as Jisung's power fries their skin, while his twitching head and fluttering eyelids betray his internal struggle. You stand frozen, overwhelmed by the horrifying scene unfolding before you. 

Suddenly, Jisung stops, and the brothers collapse to the ground. His head turns slowly to meet your gaze, and as he opens his mouth, a black, noxious substance oozes from the corner, distorting his voice into a nightmarish tone.  

"I'm on my way," he rasps. 

As Jisung slumps onto a bench, Lysandra rushes to the scene, closely followed by Hyunjin. She kneels down, first checking Felix's pallid skin, then gently touching Chan's forehead. With horror in her eyes, she squeezes Jisung's cheeks, observing the liquid that had trickled down his jaw. Her hand instinctively reaches out, bringing it to her lips, tasting the repugnant substance. 

"Tell me what to do," Hyunjin implores, his gaze fixed on Lysandra. There is an undeniable magnetic pull between them . He repeats his plea with unwavering determination,  

"Tell me what to do, and I'll do it." 

With a resolute nod, Lysandra swiftly begins listing out the required ingredients. Hyunjin springs into action, moving at supernatural vampire speed to gather the items, forming a pile next to her in an instant. 

Before you can contain yourself, the urgency overtakes you, and you blurt out, "It said it's on its way... I don't know what happened, but something is coming after us." The words spill out, filled with fear and confusion. 

Hyunjin turns his attention to you, seeking clarification as Lysandra continues to mix the ingredients in a bowl. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. 

"J-Jisung, he was... I've never seen him like that before. He was..." you stumble over your words, struggling to describe the horrors you witnessed. 

Lysandra interrupts, pointing directly at you, silencing your babbling. "You," she addresses you, and you immediately fall silent, awaiting her command. "Do you have any enemies in purgatory?" 

"The same ones I have," Hyunjin answers on your behalf, his arms crossing as he observes the demon's meticulous work. He admires her precision and composure in such a critical situation. "What's worse is that she shares their bloodline," he adds, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. 

Your mind races, confusion and desperation consuming you as you drop to your knees next to Chan, desperately assessing his condition, unsure if he is still alive. "What the fuck does this have to do with me?" you cry out, your voice filled with anguish. "What the fuck is happening?" 

Lysandra raises a clenched fist, and suddenly, your lips feel sealed shut. Panic surges through your veins as you touch your face, desperately trying to undo the conjure, gasping for air in the suffocating silence. 

Hyunjin takes a step forward, his instincts urging him to launch an attack on the demon, but before he can make a move, Lysandra's fingers glide over the bowl, and at that very moment, you and Jisung gasp for breath, as he regains consciousness. Felix and Chan slowly rise to their feet, their eyes flickering open. Chan flexes his wrist, already healed, yet a strange sense of familiarity lingers, leaving him puzzled. Felix stumbles backward, then vanishes in the blink of an eye, reappearing inside the house. 

"Take your brothers inside, lock the door until I come in," Lysandra instructs Hyunjin, her gaze steady as she retrieves the fallen necklace and places it back around Jisung's neck. 

"But—" 

"I'll be okay," Chan assures you, though his pale complexion reveals his discomfort. He fights off the urge to retch, offering you a reassuring glance. "Help Jisung." Hyunjin tugs at Chan's arm, nodding toward the door, and they both disappear inside.   

“What the…hell?” Jisung blinks twice, wincing as he touches his head. "I've got a killer headache. What—?" His gaze lands on you and Lysandra, kneeling beside him on the bench, and he detects the worry etched across your face, even more pronounced than the furrowed brow and tightly pressed lips of Lysandra. 

"It's like you were possessed, Jisung—" 

"Because he was," Lysandra interrupts, rising abruptly. You help Jisung to his feet once more. "A demon from purgatory managed to channel its way through you." 

"Th-Through me?! But I can't be possessed. Demons die inside of me," Jisung protests, confusion etched on his features. You, however, begin to piece together the puzzle. It dawns on you that when Jisung spoke about passing his power down to your baby, he was wearing the necklace. He doesn't remember that, and you know he isn't the one with powerful enemies in purgatory capable of reaching out to you in the mortal realm. Jisung looked directly at YOU and uttered those haunting words, "I'm on my way." The memory of the voice sends shivers down your spine. 

"It's because of the baby," you finally speak up, your voice laden with realization. "Jisung, when we first hit the road, I almost caused an accident. Something happened to me. I experienced this...unbearable pain in my stomach, and my hands felt like they were burning." 

You recount the memory, bringing Jisung up to speed. Your gaze flickers briefly toward Lysandra, uncertain if it's right to reveal this in her presence. Yet, she seems to be the only one capable of aiding you now, and with no other resources nearby, it's a risk worth taking. 

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Santiago rushes over, breathless. "I had no idea anything was happening until I heard the commotion downstairs. What's going on?" 

Jisung groans, clutching his throbbing head. "Ugh, my head hurts so bad. I need to lie down," he murmurs, his pitiful eyes seeking your aid. He stumbles toward you, and you catch him, shooting an apologetic look at the others. 

"I'm fine, but I'm sure Lysandra can fill you in. We'll regroup later, once we've had a chance to decompress and figure out our next move." 

Assisting Jisung inside, you guide him down the stairs to the basement. Once safely inside, he straightens up and closes the door behind you both. He turns to you, a knowing look in his eyes. "I could tell you didn't want her to know." 

"You were the one who didn't want anyone to know," you remark, sinking into a chair with a heavy sigh. You gesture to the necklace around his neck. "And you're wearing it again, so you won’t remember this conversation; but don’t take it off until we figure out what happened." 

"I think it was Edith," you say, observing the fear creeping onto Jisung's face as he listens. "You lost this memory, but the last time I fed from you, you told me about how you were slowly losing your ancestral power, so you started directing it straight to the baby. Edith couldn't get to me, I don't know why, but somehow, she managed to reach you. I believe she's been trying to reach me too. I've been having these dreams—" 

"Dreams? What kind of dreams?" Jisung interjects, his voice filled with urgency. "You never mentioned anything about having dreams. You know how crucial that information is!" 

"Because I didn't want to worry everyone about something uncertain," you defend yourself. "The details were blurry, and by evening when we’d wake up, I would mostly forget what had occurred during the dreams. I didn't want everyone to become overly protective of me." 

"You're the most vulnerable among us, and we'll always be hyperprotective of you," Jisung's voice softens, his gaze drifting to your pregnant belly. "And you're carrying Uncle Hannie's little one, so that calls for even more protection." 

"Yeah, but with the curse unsettling everyone, I thought, I don't know, that Felix might become obsessed with it, or Chan might...lock me away in a basement or something," you confess, your words tinged with irrationality. 

Jisung bursts into laughter, his mirth easing your worries, resonating with a mix of relief and genuine amusement. His laughter has always had a way of lifting your spirits, and in that moment, you realize how much you missed hearing it. 

"I promise you, no one's going to lock you in a basement," He stops himself, "Well, I'm not making any promises on Hyunjin." You both laugh.

A warmth spreads through your chest as you take in Jisung's words, and despite the gravity of the situation, you feel a flicker of hope.   

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[anna1306]

The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes

Part 3 c:

Part 2 here

David: Have you noticed that Marko has been acting peculiar?

Dwayne: Yes, from the first day I met him.

Paul: I have no secrets from you. My whole life is an open book.

Marko: Your whole life is an open zipper.

Michael: Alright, alright, David! I'll turn. You win. You always win, but you don't play fair!

David: That's why I always win.

Paul: Art things come easier to me. I've always had a great appreciation for the arts and artists.

Marko: And carpenters and mechanics and delivery boys.

Michael: I am very patient. I once waited two whole weeks for a sty to go away. Every night I'd close my eyes and I'd picture it getting smaller and smaller. And one morning I woke up and it was gone.

Marko: *leaning on David's wheelchair with closed eyes, not moving*

Dwayne: Marko, you okay?

Marko: I'm fine. I'm just trying to make Michael go away.

Marko: Dwayne, why are you in such a bad mood?

Dwayne: Forgive me, Marko, but I haven't had sex in 15 years, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

Paul: I treat my body like a temple.

David: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

Marko: Great news, I just got a date!

Dwayne, David and Paul, who just had an argument: *leaving the cave, screaming at each other*

Marko: Well, excuse me for trying to have a life!

Laddie: After I drink milk, I go right to sleep.

Paul: I can think of something else after which I go right to sleep. Huh, David?

David: During.

Dwayne: You bought chocolate cheesecake?

Marko: Just for an emergency.

David: What kind of emergency, nuclear war?

Marko: Depression.

Michael: You know, in the south, we mature faster. I think it's the heat.

David: I think it's the gin.

Michael: *leaves David's nest*

Dwayne: I thought he belonged to the other one.

David: Well, I'm sure Star won't mind one bit.

Dwayne: He's a man. It's not like sharing a beer.

Marko: You just don't understand!

Dwayne: Oh please! What I forgot, you'll never know!

David: Look, you didn't ask for my opinion, but I'm old, so I'm giving it anyway.

Michael: My father was good. He has truly been a father to everybody in our town!

Marko to Dwayne: Now I know why Max likes his mother. She must have been a very forgiving woman.

Marko: As long as you're out there, why don't you clean the bikes?

Tipsy Paul: Alright!

Dwayne: Yesterday you said you were gonna clean the bikes.

Marko: I said I'd get it done and it's getting done, lighten up.

In a country bar

David: Do you know where we can sit here?

Paul: How would I know? I'm here for the first time!

Random passerby, slapping his ass: Howdy Paul!

Talking about meeting the guys for the first time

Dwayne: At that moment I was convinced I'd made a bad first impression. But then I met Marko, and I realized I could have shown up naked, playing ukulele and still got turned.

#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #michael emerson #the lost boys incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[mushroomnoodles]

you mentioned before that simon had postpartum depression, does that mean the first few weeks or so after morri’s birth were kinda rough on him mentally? such as coping with the after stress of being pregnant for a whole year

tw/cw for postpartum depression things, mostly mentioning simon feeling like a failure for a bit.

yeah, it was rough. he didn't like having to be taken care of (morri sorta fucked him up coming out, so he was still on bedrest) and he felt like he should be taking care of his baby. (marceline was helping him out with newborn morri, feeding them, bringing him food, etc).

plus he remembers what happened when morri was born, the clouds overhead and the snarling, living trees, plus all of morri's magic shegnanigans before being born. was he really equipped to handle all that? he was 61, so even if he could now, he doubted it would be for much longer.

he worried himself sick, afraid that he wouldn't be able to see morri grow up (haha) and it sort of led to him being in a constant bad mood.

he also was worried that maybe, even if morrigan wasn't evil, their powers would cause unintentional harm. he felt like he wouldn't be able to protect them. he felt like he wasn't really equipped to raise this baby, his baby, betty's gift to him. he also was aware that he had made aspects of his pregnancy harder on himself, and worried he'd accidentally do that with his parenting.

speaking of parenting, he'd never actually taken care of an infant before. little kids, sure, but not brand new babies. he'd interacted with infants of course but that wasn't being an actual father to one.

having morri around helped, he had no trouble bonding with morrigan (whenever he held them, they'd stare up at him with those big, intelligent blue-green eyes, almost fascinated with him, reaching for him) and absolutely adored them.

it was mostly just the sitting/laying around and doing nothing for him. he's a worrier. when he was feeling well enough to start taking care of morri and the house by himself his worries abated somewhat and his mood got better, having stuff to do took his mind off things. although he definitely still had his moments of "oh my god i have no idea what i'm doing," especially with how... peculiar in behavior morri could be.

there was also a learning curve. morri hated socks, mittens, hats, wraps, baby carriers and being swaddled. (they had no other way to communicate they hated it other than fussing and crying, and when morri was such a content, happy baby it really bothered simon) so there were definitely points (especially when he was trying to take them out to shop) where he felt like an idiot, nothing was working, and worried that maybe morri was gonna hate him if he kept messing up.

luckily, morri has some god smarts and was quick to make sure he knew it wasn't his fault, instant cooing and reaching for him to reassure him they still loved him. they've loved him since they could hear his voice (so appreciative that he kept them safe and fed them, he is warmth and comfort) and they can identify when he's upset so they always act extra cute to cheer him up.

#a #golbaby #nothin but words #plainvanilla #every golbspawn to a degree has some level of consciousness before being born #thinking more like an adult #selaphiel.. probably the least thoughtful #she knew what her job was and what she needed to do to get stronger and thats what she did