#it doesn't flow out of me bc it's not My voice i have to make sure they sound exactly like themselves or i will never know peace

[miniimight]

Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

#deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #rody soul #rody soul x reader #rody x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku fluff #katsuki bakugou #izuku imagines #rody imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo imagines

[wheeboo]

soft hrs for dokyeom: thinking about [tipsy live2] and dokyeom holding woozi while he cried :(( and kissing his cheeks and his head :(( and js dokyeom in general bc did u know this video got me into svt

no bcuz this clip gets me soft every time :(( the way seokmin held him and kissed his cheeks and head :(( it rlly shows their close bond as a group and i'm so proud of how far they've come <3 and this video getting you into svt is actually so adorable pls. anyways!! let me write a lil drabble for the soft hr <3

imagine seokmin having to pick you up from a hangout with your friends. he expected for you and your friends to drink, but he surely didn't expect you to be tipsy and at the cusp of being wasted, nearly stumbling to where he stood outside as you parted ways from everyone.

as he got you in the car and began to drive home, he notices how unusually silent you were throughout the short ride, but he doesn't say anything about it--not yet at least--simply taking it as you being exhausted and ready to go to bed.

he helped slipped you out of your shoes and took of your coat as he led you inside your (and his) place.

"let me get you a glass of water," he reassures you sweetly, leading you to sit down on the couch.

yet just as he's about to go to the kitchen, a tug at his sleeve stops him, and he turns back to you. you open your mouth as if about to speak, but only a choked sound leaves your lips. you're crying.

a sudden rush of adrenaline flows through seokmin as he grabs your hand into his. "hey, sweetheart, wh-what's wrong? why are you crying?"

"i-i'm scared."

seokmin furrows up a brow, confused. "scared?"

"that you'll..." you swallow a lump in your throat, trying to fight your blurry thoughts. "that you'll break up with me."

seokmin's eyes only widen, expression shifting from confusion to concern as he processes your words. he sits down beside you on the couch, still holding your hand gently, and looks into your eyes with a reassuring gaze.

"hey, hey," he whispers softly. "where is this coming from? you know i care about you more than anything, right?"

you sniffle, trying to compose yourself. "i-i don't know. it's just... tonight, when i was with my friends, i saw you watching us, and i thought, maybe you'd get tired of me. and when we were driving home, i thought you were disappointed. and all my friends were, um, talking about their break-ups with their partners and it got me thinking things--"

"i would never get tired of you, sunshine," seokmin affirms, gently wiping away the tears that continue to streak down your cheeks. "i love you, and watching over you tonight had nothing to do with being tired of you. i just want to make sure you're safe and okay."

seokmin wraps an arm around you, bringing you close to his side. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, and one to your cheek. when he pulls away, he notices the very faint, subtle smile beginning to curl at your lips.

"i'm not going anywhere, okay?" he says, rubbing his hand up and down your arm, trying to coax your uncertain thoughts away.

you manage a nod, closing your eyes momentarily to relish his warmth surrounding you.

"okay," you whisper, voice still shaky but the reassurance in seokmin's words starting to sink in. "i love you too. i-i'm sorry for doubting. i don't know what got into me."

"it's okay, love." his lips meet your temple, lingering for a few moments longer, before pulling back to meet your eyes with a loving smile. the room seems to brighten. "now let me take care of you tonight."

#this was kinda rushed oops #wrote it at 3am lmao #kimchi! #planetkiimchi #friends ༊ #answered #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #dk imagines #dk fluff #dk scenarios #dk x reader #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom scenarios #dokyeom x reader #lee seokmin imagines #lee seokmin fluff #lee seokmin scenarios #lee seokmin x reader #soft hours! #q

[vilhelios]

— SWIM WITH ME / I THINK I CAN SEE THE BEACH;

( i need you here with me / but we're out in the open. ) ; romantic headcanons for abysswalker!rafayel ♡ more under the cut!

CW: spoilers for rafayel's "sea of golden sand" myth + general abysswalker rafayel lore ; fluff ; angst ; hurt/comfort ; mentions of blood, injury, and self-harm (rafayel plucks off his scales) : might feel a little ooc because it is abysswalker and not main story rafayel ; quite the word dump (bc i rattle my cage for him)

— as the morning light of the desert creeps into the dim of a tent, two bodies lay tangled in the warmth of each other. RAFAYEL sleeps light and wakes early—hours before the sun peeks over the golden dunes—and although the habit irks him, it does offer him a wonderful sight as compensation: the sight of you, bathed in the soft, rose-gold light of morning, hair a mess, marks littering your skin from where the sheets pressed up against you.

overcome with a love that warms him like molten gold, the young god cannot help but litter your face in butterfly kisses. two to the apples of your cheeks, one on the tip of your nose, the corners of your lips, the middle of your temple. when you shift in your sleep, groan at his ministrations, rafayel can only chuckle, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he thinks he can hear amund yell for his presence. he couldn't care less.

— RAFAYEL sees himself as the sword at the hilt of your belt, the dagger in your hands that you should use as you see fit, the steady hand guiding your own, drawing your bowstring. he is your ever faithful shadow, always at your side, a watchful gaze always on you. it is only natural for one to protect the keeper of their heart... which is why you and the medical kit from the nurse's tent have gotten well acquainted with each other.

"one of these days, you're going to listen to me." you sigh, gently peeling aside the torn leather of his garb. rafayel does not wince; you don't think you've ever seen him do so, not when he ripped that arrow from his shoulder, or when he stumbles back to your tent with a bloody gash on his chest, or when he's brandishing new bruises on his knuckles. the royal guards seem intent on tracking you down, crossing all of philos's 30,000 zetameters of sand to lock you up in your gilded cage again.

rafayel seems equally intent to ensure that doesn't happen, even if it means throwing himself into their line of fire.

"if i listen to you," the lemurian starts, violet gaze trained on the gentle workings of your fingers, "they'll take you from me again, back to the palace." his breath hitches the slightest—at the thought of you leaving him again, or at the too-harsh tug of the bandage, you're not sure.

— some nights, RAFAYEL is awoken by dreams—horrible, lifelike nightmares. it's sudden, a jolt that has him taking in rapid breaths, a tremor in his hands. "a nightmare", he tells you, when you stir awake and ask him what's wrong in a groggy voice that makes his heart ache, "just a nightmare, sweetheart. nothing to worry about." he waits until he hears your breathing slow once more, pressing kisses to your temple all the while, before slinking out of the tent and into the cold desert air. he'll return to your side before the sun rises, but for now, with still-stuttering breaths, he just needs some time to clear his head.

in his nightmares, a butterfly flaps its wings just the wrong way and rafayel is landed in a world where he is as cold-blooded as amund wished he was. he is back in the ruins of the isle of songs, your hand guiding his own (white-knuckled, dagger brandished) to the place where your heart thrums beneath. and unlike himself, rafayel takes the chance: takes back what is his, what was never yours to keep. the god of the sea was a foolish, lovesick man. he would not make the same mistake.

the dagger sinks into your flesh, the ease of it wrong. your blood flows onto his palms, gets into all the creases of his gloves, spills onto the barren earth and dyes the returning sea red. it is so, so warm against his skin, warms the fire in him that threatened to fizzle out. (he has always been a selfish man, he knows. it is only right that he is no better than bloodthristy philos.) the look dream-you gives him, before he awakes from this cruel world, sears itself into the back of his eyelids. he can see it still, when he looks at the dark of the night sky: reverent, loving. (how could you not, when he has freed you yet again?)

— often, you ask RAFAYEL to tell you tales of the ocean; more specifically, its creatures! what were those rays he spoke of, or the sharks, or those star-shaped things? do the lemurians actually eat them? your lover finds your boundless curiousity incredibly endearing, chuckling whenever your eyes seem to light up at the mention of some new deep-sea fish.

"this is a whale shark." rafayel says, and you watch as the scale in his hands transforms into a small purple apparition. it's as long as his pointer finger, heteroceral tail flicking as it swims in the flame currents, light purple spots patterning its black back. "they are gentle things, despite their size. they only ever eat plankton. i used to have one as a pet, long ago."

"how cute!" you laugh, waggling your finger in front of the shark and watching it follow. "did you have other pets?" and at that, he procures another silver scale, places it into your palms and covers it with his own. a barreleye manifests, and you grin when it's luminous purple eyes stare up at you.

(rafayel ignores the sting in his arm, pinpricks of blood soaking his garb from where he'd plucked some scales off. the wonder in your eyes is more than worth it.)

— helping the LEMURIANS with their daily chores within the camp comes like second nature to you. there is always so much to do: collect jars upon jars of water from the nearby oasis, prepare food, feed the camels, record the state of the camp's supplies... all the while, you feel RAFAYEL'S eyes on your form, your ever cautious vassal. with a little smile, you pretend you don't notice his lavender gaze, if only to spare him from the flushed ears.

it's surprisingly simple, making that lemurian cake: tapioca flour, camel's milk, a healthy dash of sugar, and citrus rind... when the sweet old woman you've spent the afternoon baking with feeds you a slice, you think you've simply ascended. back then, rafayel had fed you one that was cold and a little stale—probably as it was a part of his rations for long journeys. perhaps he'd like one that was far fresher, and baked with love?

... which is how rafayel found himself with a wicker basket full of cake shoved into his hands, and an awaiting you in front of him. "you've been training a while, haven't you?" you smile, taking one of the soft slices and bringing it up to his lips; "try it for me, please!"

and as obedient as ever, rafayel takes a bite, sweetness and citrus on his tongue. "it's good," he hums, kisses your fingertips, "tell me when you're making it next time, love. i'd love to help."

— the LEMURIANS, you remember, were masters of the arts: singing, painting, poetry... so it's no surprise, then, that they celebrate their craft almost every night: children crowd around a charming poet, hooked on every word of their newest bedtime story—his newest fable, that is (something about a fish and a bird, who wished to visit a bakery); the musicians have already begun their newest improvised song, a lively version of an old elegy, it seems; the bonfire in the centre burns high into the night sky like it was trying to reach the stars itself, and when the lemurians dance around it their shadows are long against the sands. you don't know how, but you're eventually dragged into the dance yourself. the glee is infectious, and you find yourself instinctively looking for your beloved.

RAFAYEL doesn't indulge in dancing often, as fun as it may be. he knows the steps, his feet still tapping to the rhythm of the tambourines even as he nonchalantly leans against the tent pole in the distance. it is second nature, now, but his eyes always find you, even in the crowd of people—you, laughing and twirling around without a care in the world. it makes his heart race, a smile creeping onto his own features. he watches you dance with his people, linking arms and being spun around; for a moment he wonders if he should join just to be your one and only dance partner.

... he doesn't notice when you've escaped his gaze, but before he knows it, you've snuck up on him and wrapped a shawl around his neck, dragging him towards the crowd; "dance with me, rafa!"

and how can he refuse a shared moment that transcends lifetimes—across shimmering oceans, and marble floor ballrooms, and golden sands? rafayel's stumbling forward into you until his arms take their rightful place around your form. his hands find the small of your back and yours hold onto his shoulders, shawl long abandoned on his neck. this is second nature, galaxies colliding, two souls becoming one.

— after all of the night's festivities are said and done—the musicians pack up their flutes, lyres, and tambourines; the children cover up their yawns with still-red palms from clapping to tonight's tunes; the remaining food is safely packed away for tomorrow—it's just you, RAFAYEL, and the dwindling embers of the fire he'd just stomped out. "i do believe even your highness is not exempt from curfew," he hums, takes your hand in his, and presses his lips to the knuckles.

and in the silence of your tent, coveted in the silver hues of moonlight, rafayel sits you down before him, your back leaning against his chest. his arms wrap around your frame, his chin resting on the crook of your neck. this is your ritual, on too-cold nights: rafayel lights a flickering flame in his palms, the black and violet embers cold as ever. you both stare into this dying fire—you both know what is to come.

sometimes, when the ugly concoction of guilt and sorrow prick at your very soul, your hand reaches up to entwine with his own, just as they did to guide his dagger to your heart. "i won't." rafayel says, and you know what he means. "i will never hurt you." he doesn't complete the sentence, the words dying on his tongue, but you know the rest (there is no other end to this story): i would rather die.

a/n : i need abysswalker carnally it's not even funny anymore 🤩 these were. not supposed to be this long (they are like little fics in themselves omg). but i love this rafa so much i think he deserves it. thank you for the love on the previous rafa content <3 it makes me so happy seeing people who also love this lil guy. the dancing with rafa hc is very much so inspired by "through heaven's eyes" from the prince of egypt! <3333

#love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #rafayel fluff #rafayel headcanons #love and deepspace headcanons #qi yu headcanons #love and deepspace fluff #qi yu x reader #abysswalker rafayel

[kurokens]

In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while. here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

#saturn's writing #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu poly #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x gojo satoru x reader

[nervousgardenerkid]

So anxious

a/n: LMAO hey yall this is my first fic after a LONG time and it's from across the spiderverse😭i can't help it i love that movie sm. ANYWAYS i was listening to so anxious by ginuwine and i got this idea sjjsisj i hope you all enjoy it bc it was so fun to write! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!! <3

warnings: none really, some cursing ofc, hobie lowkey teasing you, not proofread (bc that's a warning itself), and me not knowing how to write with a british accent in mind (i'm so sorry)

this fic doesn't have any gender specific pronouns or any specific racial qualities so it's free for EVERYONE to read! <3

You were staring. You knew you were staring too, but how could you not? Your eyes fell onto Hobie’s hand as he did god knows what with the technology that was spread out in front of his desk. Your eyes trailed up his toned arms, blushing you remember how easily he could lift you up no matter what.

“You're staring again, love.” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking over his face.

God, he's so pretty. Your heartbeat speeds up when the sun shines on him just right. The golden light reflecting off of his piercings nearly blinded you but not in the same way his beauty was. Your eyes fall to his sharp jawline, up to his lips as they sit in a small frown. God his lips. Heat flows throughout your body as you imagine his lips pressed against yours, leaving gentle (and not-so-gentle) kisses all over your face. Before you have time to admire the rest of him he turns to you, a smirk replacing the frown that was on his lips.

“I got something on my face? Why you staring so much?”

A familiar warm feeling falls over your cheeks as you reluctantly tear your eyes off of him and nervously look down at your hands.

“Nah, Nah,”

His hand reaches out and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him again.

“Don't go acting all shy now. Why you staring at me so hard, hm?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you hide behind your hands, peeking at him from the spaces between your fingers. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe with the way he's staring at you. As if on instinct you shrug your shoulders, clearing your throat nervously as you calm your nerves.

“You're a shit liar,” he chuckles. He gently grabs your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, as your eyes look everywhere except at him.

“What, you not gonna stare anymore?”

“Hobie…” you whine throwing your head back with a giggle.

“That's my name. Don't wear it out now, yeah?”

Finally, your eyes land back on him and his beautiful face.

“Ah, there you are,” he says softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face.

You feel yourself getting lost in his facial features again before he snaps his fingers.

“Oi, don't go off in your own little world now. What's going on with you?”

A smile stretches across your lips.

“You're pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if you've never told him this before.

He smiles at you, his hands gently gripping your waist as he brings you close to him.

“Yeah?” he asks, a teasing tone lacing his deep voice.

You nod your head as your hands rest on his cheeks, gently caressing the skin.

“Should see yourself then. A real piece of art is what you are.”

Your giggles fill the room making him smile. He could listen to you laugh all day and never get sick of it.

“‘M serious Hobie!”

His brows furrow.

“Yeah, I am too. ‘M not one for labels but you're easily the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Besides myself of course.”

Your laugh fills his ears once more and he swears he can feel his heart skip a couple of beats, he's not sure how he's still alive right now. He places a kiss against your lips, smiling into the kiss when he feels you sigh happily and wrap your arms around him.

He pulls away looking at you with hooded eyes and gives you one more peck before he returns to the broken device that’s sitting in front of him.

“Just keep admiring me for a while, ‘m almost done here, love.”

You sigh happily, relaxing on the couch as your eyes scan over him once again. You're staring again. You know it, Hobie knows it too but he doesn't mind.

He never even had a problem with it in the first place.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown blurb #hobie brown fluff #atsv hobie #atsv x reader #atsv imagines

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

nsfw idea😙 tangerine sees reader in the bath using the shower head……

dude ive had this idea and wanted to write this for so long !! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 as im about to post this, JUST saw there’s a tangerine in front of the candle on the left ??!? how fitting

HELPING HAND

tangerine x female reader

word count. 819

warnings. 18+ only!! shower head as stimulation, tan helps bc he’s so bf, light choking (just throat holding) he can’t help himself and finishes in his boxers🫠 mdni

You were in the bath, one leg hooked over the top of the tub, the other bent at the knee, hand in between gripping onto the shower head - directing the water at that sensitive, little, sweet spot.

You've been at it for a little while now, growing more and more frustrated at the constant growing and disappearance of your orgasm. Your forearm was beginning to ache, and your knee started to seize up - like everything in your body was telling you to stop, but you were finally starting to feel something - it was starting to feel good again. That was all until your hand moved so so slightly, knocking the water flow away from your needy clit. 

There's a faint knock at the bathroom door, Tangerine on the other side growing concerned at your unusually long shower.

"Darlin'? Ya'right?"

You clear your throat, propping yourself up slightly. "Yeah," you reply, though it doesn't sound as you planned - it comes out more whiney, frustrated.

"Don't sound it," he dismisses, tapping at the handle. "Can I come in? Need'ta get my deodorant."

You hesitate, looking down at yourself - laying in an empty bath, shower head hitting between your thighs. It wasn't hard to figure out what you were doing. 

"Nothin' I ain't seen before," he says, his words trailing to a halt when he sees the lewd image of you in front of him. "Fuck."

Immediately, you grow embarrassed - almost ashamed at the vulnerable and compromising he caught you in. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, you just duck lower into the tub, like you were hiding - trying to shield yourself from his intense gaze.

He makes his way closer, stilling once your whole frame is in view again.

"Don't stop on my account," he murmurs, his voice losing its usual tone of conviction - growing hoarse at the sight of you. "Keep goin', love."

You meet his eye line, watching how quickly they flicker over you, like they were overwhelmed by the view - raking over your wet, quivering body. You hold his gaze as he lowers to the floor, kneeling beside you in the tub. 

He extends an arm towards you, hand reaching for your face. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping over the flesh - focusing on you with half-lidded eyes. "Want me to help?"

You eagerly nod your head, immediately agreeing. You were far too frustrated to turn down his offer, so you submit, passing him the showerhead. 

He situates himself on the side of the tub facing you, one hand lightly holding the base of your throat, the other between your thighs, angling the water at your clit.

You instantly cry out at the contact, already feeling more than you have for the last thirty minutes. It felt so much better with Tan's help, his grounding palm on your damp skin, and his other continuing to hit the water at that little, swollen nub ever so perfectly. 

Your eyes screwed shut, but he remained focused on you - eyes drifting to your heaving chest, over to your hand clutching at the side of the tub, back down to your thighs where they started to shudder; everything was just so erotic, unlike anything he had ever seen before. 

"It's right there, right there— please don't move. I feel it again. There— god," you mindlessly mutter, cutting yourself off with a staggered breath.

"I won't, darlin'," he whispers, sharply inhaling when he feels the impossible strain in his boxers - his cock begging to be touched. "I won't."

You focus on the airy feeling in your lower tummy, concentrating on that fuzzy sensation spread further as you approach your ever-lasting buildup. 

You cry out, harshly moaning as you reach your intense high - chest heaving, stomach jittering, thighs clamping together as you attempt to rid his hand. 

"Jus'a bit more," he murmurs. "That's it."

You're a jolting, spasming mess, mewling out against the almost overstimulating feeling, swatting his hand away. "No more, no more," you breathe out, slumping into the tub in a state of near-exhaustion. "I— fuck."

He softly groans, feeling the head of his cock twitch against the fabric, twinging as he coats the inside of his boxers in a layer of warm cum. 

Only this time, it was you watching him - gawking at the way he came untouched, purely by the sight of you.

"Did—" you start, eyes wide as you peer up at him. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen."

He exhales, cheeks faintly flush as he stands. "Couldn't help it," he breathes, raking through his curls. He picks up his deodorant from the side and turns to face you, a soft smile spreading as he reaches for the door handle. "You're the only girl that's made me jizz my pants like that."

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no taglist as don't want to spam

#request #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine smut #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction

[lamnwar]

Ok I have another req! Could I request a fem reader x taiga who's used to guys only expressing interest in her body and sexuality and sexualising her so when taiga doesn't do that it makes her think that he isn't into her? Angst and miscommunication and misunderstandings but it gets resolved in the end!

Hiiii bby 💕 so so sorry I took so long to work on your request, it took me longer than expected bc the premise kinda hit too close to home and I had a hard time seperating my personal feelings from what I was writing 😭 here it is and I hope you enjoy it! I was very happy to write on Kagami for you again <333

Doubts // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Context: you're so used to boys sexualizing you that when a certain Kagami Taiga enters your life, you don't know what to expect from him anymore. Characters are aged up (18+) for plot context.

Warnings: college!au, angsty, reader is insecure, trust issues, implicit mentions of sex but nothing detailed so still sfw, Kagami being a bit oblivious, reader and Kagami have a little misunderstanding but it's resolved at the end <3 fluff towards the end bc I'm a romantic at the core 🥰

The sun hits your face as you get out of the lecture hall, the sweet scent of spring reaching you and giving you a false sense of rest. It doesn’t last long; the other students follow behind you, and soon enough you are stuck in a crowd that wander aimlessly, following the flow when really you should be walking the opposite direction. It’s noon, you should be going home to a miserable sandwich, take a quick nap and wake up wondering if you truly want to show up to the next lecture or just do nothing for the rest of the day.

A voice calls for you, and you turn around, tired eyes opening up slightly when you recognize the silhouette coming towards you. Taiga runs to you, big body forcing everyone to get out of his way so he can reach you. And he does, Taiga with his honest smile, and his old backpack nonchalantly hanging on his broad shoulders. You smile, though your body tenses up.

“Wanna have lunch with me?” he asks.

You are tempted to decline the invitation, like every time he comes to you. It’s more a reflex than what your heart truly wants, and you are fully aware of it. So in confusion, you urge yourself to give an answer:

“Was heading home to eat, actually” you say, hoping that he’ll let you go.

But he doesn’t because Kagami Taiga never does. It irritates you in some ways, probably because you can’t make sense of it. He’s not the kind to hang out with you now, is he?

Kagami Taiga has always been the “out of your reach” kind of person.  A handsome guy that walks the campus by turning all heads, yet he appears somewhat oblivious – or maybe he’s grown accustomed to the looks he gets at everything he goes. He’s the one people invite to their parties although they barely know him, and the one girls wish they could date one day. He’s all that, with his cool aura, a constant frown on his face that make him look more intimidating than he really is, and his reputation as the best basketball player the university has ever had.

So, considering all that, maybe it makes sense that you’re suspicious when he’s suddenly taken a liking to you. It cannot be without intentions, and you suspect that they aren’t pure. It’s just something you know. Men always disappoint you.

Your friends tell you that you are dramatic for making such statement, and you’ve wondered for a long while if you’re just not too pessimistic. At the end of the day, men are humans too, aren’t they? What is the point of assuming that they’re not capable of love, or rather, of loving you? You’ve struggled on multiple sleepless nights, grieving the false hopes you’ve built for yourself – just because a guy said the right words, and hold you the right ways, and made your heart pound at the right pace. It’s always started like a dream, too good to be true, you’d repeat to yourself. Because it never took long for your prince to turn into a frog, dropping you the moment he no longer found pleasure in your body. And the circle would start again, with a new guy, and new words, new feelings, till he nonchalantly confessed how you were nothing more than a piece of meat to him. Always a “hump and dump”, so are you wrong, to be suspicious of all men?

“You know, I wanna cook for you one day” Taiga’s voice resonates as you keep walking out of the campus to reach your place.

“Why would you want to cook for me, anyway?”

It’s a genuine question – something like that can hold so many meanings, so you wonder what it could signify for him. You have your own meaning of it: you’ll only cook for the one you love. A gesture of love, exclusive, and that you believe you’ll never get to make, considering how things are going for yourself.

“I’m a fucking good chef, for one, and it’d make me happy to see you eat my food” he replies with his usual straightforwardness.

The romantic undertones of his answer do not go unnoticed and your heart pounds in your chest, despite all your efforts of keeping it down. Every one of his words, every one of his actions, takes you back to the days when you were just a teenager having crushes and dreaming of the kind of romance that you’ve got to learn doesn’t exist in reality.

“Well… we’ll see about that” you reply, not wanting to reject him as the tiny glimpse of hope that he is genuine guides your actions.

He smiles, striking you right in your most sensitive spot – it’s hard not to smile back, but you’d be a fool to do so. He’s no different from the others, you repeat to yourself. Yet, here you are, walking in the soft sun of spring and honestly enjoying his presence. He doesn’t have to do much or say much, his aura somewhat soothing to you. You feel like you’re falling for a spell, aware of it but still uncapable of resisting it. You sigh, looking at the time on your phone as you rack your brain for a way out of here. It’s not quite that you want to leave Taiga, but more that you need to. You fear what will happen if you extend these simple moments with him, if you let your guards down and don’t think twice as the space between you gets smaller, and smaller.

So, you need to flee the situation. For your own sake, for your own heart. It hurts you to leave him, but you’re convinced there’s truly a greater purpose to you digging the distance between the basketball player and you. But you fail, and you really can’t bring yourself from stopping him from walking you home. For a second there, you look up at the sky like it holds these answers you’re seeking for.

It’s insane, how your heart beats at the simple thought of Taiga. His warm smile, the way his hand lingers on your waist when you walk together in crowds, his voice when he calls your name – all so confusing, yet so consuming. And then you stop and think back to all those who were there before him. Those who praised your body at night and ignored your soul in the daylight. Those who charmed you with smiles and words, making you feel at the top of the world for a second, and made you realized that you worthed no more than dust the next second. It’s always promises of stars in your eyes, till it turns out to be nothing but dreams. It’s destructive, this circle you’ve got yourself into inadvertently. And you hate yourself for letting it get the best of you. You hate yourself for letting it install all these doubts in your mind. Maybe you’re too cautious, maybe you’re running away from a true opportunity; there’s just no way of knowing for sure. It’s simply that you’re brought to lose all trust in men, and despite the warmth Taiga brings you, he can’t be an exception.

He can’t be right? It doesn’t matter how he makes you feel, he’ll hurt you, too… won’t he?

But under the soft rays of the sun, he’s no more than a human that you love. You may inch away from him at each step, but he doesn’t give up. And you wait in frustration that he shows himself to be no better than others. The moment he’ll touch you with clear intentions of consuming your body, or that he’ll outright tell how you’re nothing more than an attractive body. He’s yet to say or do anything of that sort – does he even like you, in any way? Taiga has always kept a fair amount of distance, despite never leaving your circle. He stays in proximity, yet never comes to close, and you keep waiting for the moment he’ll reach and turn your fear into reality. You always wonder why he doesn’t do like the others, when he’s had countless of occasions to act. He’s never once let his fingers linger longer than needed on your waist, he’s never once looked at you with lustful eyes, he’s never once made a suggestive comment. But he doesn’t go away either, and here you are, confused and struggling.

“You never give me straightforward answers when you I invite you to stuff” he lets out.

You slow down, struggling to hide your reaction upon the realization that he’s somewhat noticed that habit of yours. Granted, you’re probably not as sly as you think you are. After months of him suggesting things that you may do together, and you answering in the most elusive way possible, maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that he’s noticed that pattern of yours.

“I really don’t, do I?” you try to laugh yourself out of the spotlight.

Yet, you fail. He’s caught you, and you still have to figure out how much has he picked up on.

“Well, you know me” he stops mid-sentence to stretch his arms.

You don’t say anything. Do you truly know him, you wonder. He seems to think so, but at the same time, it might just be a ruse. For all you know, you can’t never truly know someone. You don’t see how he’ll be any different.

“Just say it, if I piss you off” he reprises, “I’ve never been good at reading minds.”

“You don’t annoy me” you reply immediately, before you can even think of an answer.

It’s like something has taken over you, a part of you you’d usually repress for you believe it’s incapable of making sensible choices. You sigh, as a silence settles between both your bodies. Only the chirping of the birds and the sounds of cars passing by interrupt the quiet. It’s not comfortable at all. If anything, there’s a lot left unsaid. After each step, each breath, each side glance at each other, you feel the tension build up.

“Hey, d’you even like me?”

Taiga’s voice sounds up, snapping the tension in a sharp move. You’re defenceless, but somehow fishing for a semblance of barricade to build up.

“You can’t ask that kind of silly questions…”

“You can’t keep being avoidant like that.”

“Fuck.”

He’s really got you cornered. For some reason, the more it goes, the more you feel yourself crumbling. You feel like crying, yet tears don’t fall. You just have the feeling that at any point, you’ll just falter and break in tiny pieces in front of him.

“Yeah… you know what? I better stop right now. I sound like a fucking looser trynna pass for a nice guy. Sorry for being a bitch about my own doubts. They have nothing to do with you.”

You furrow your brows, stopping in your walk as you register his words.

“Are they real?” you ask.

“Huh?”

“Your doubts… are they real? Or are you just saying that to make me feel something?”

He ogles at you, seemingly shocked by your words.

“The fuck you’re saying? I just feel like I like you more than you do, that’s just it.”

“Yeah, but do you really like me, Taiga?”

You sniff, your deepest thoughts cracking through your barricade.

“Yes I do! I thought I was being obvious enough” he replies, eyebrows raised in incredulousness.

“Pardon me, but it’s hard to believe so” you reply, not daring to confront his gaze. “Guys like you…”

You stop before finishing your sentence. It hurts you to say these words to someone that you love despite everything. And you feel stupid enough for loving him, like you haven’t learned your lesson yet. You shouldn’t let him in, he’ll use you and leave you, like they all do.

“Hey…” Taiga’s is voice is soft in your ears, comforting, exactly what you need at this instant which makes you even more cautious of him.

“Leave it, Taiga. You don’t have to comfort me” you say as you take a step back. “You don’t have to be nice to me at all, actually. It’s pointless, because…”

You take a breath, wondering why it’s so hard to speak, yet as soon as you open your mouth, it feels like an unstoppable flow of words. Just all your deepest insecurities coming to the surface and embracing you in their vile hands, to the point where you are nothing but your fear of being used by someone you love.

“The moment you’ll realize you can’t get what you want of me, you’ll leave, anyways. They always do, guys like you.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. You can’t say more for your part, and as for him, he doesn’t know what to say. It’s rather conflicting; should he defend himself, or take you in his arms? Or should he, simply, walk away if the sight of him hurts you so much? Despite everything, he finds himself unable to move anywhere further from you. It’s like some force drives him to stay by you, even if you might hate him.

“I’m sorry” he finally says.

If you dare look at his eyes, you might be surprised by the sight. The flame that usually shines so bright in his eyes is almost inexistent, replaced by the wavering glimmer of humid eyes. Your overly cautious self isn’t quite sure what these words mean. It could be an admission of guilt, and that prospect shatters your heart in countless little pieces.

“What for?” you risk yourself asking.

“For not showing you properly how I feel about you. Have I been more straightforward… you’d probably think of me differently. You wouldn’t have to love me back, either way, but I’d have the comfort of knowing that you knew that I was genuine” he answers, hands digging in his pockets. “And I’m sorry I can’t prove myself to be better than the assholes who’ve treated you like shit before. Just say the word, and I’ll go. Or say nothing, there’s meaning to that, too.”

He doesn’t say a single word after that, the sound of cars passing by crashing between your two silent bodies. You feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes, almost spilling but being kept there, on the edge of your eyelids. The seconds pass by faster than you want them to while you are yet to say or do anything. The more time passes by, the more Taiga feels something break in him. He’s never been really good at relationships – he isn’t a reader of people, and up till recently, he’s never really taken the time to reflect on the way he feels. But things somewhat changed when he met you, the heat you brought to his heart being a novelty he’s been on a quest to understand. And then he figured that it must simply be love. Maybe he’s been expressing it wrong, maybe he should have been more observant, he would have caught on the signs that you’ve lost all trust in others.

It takes everything in him to take a step away from you. Kagami Taiga has never been the kind to give up. But he still fights against himself and move, digging the distance between you. And at the sight of his tall frame going away, your hand reaches forward by itself. You tug at his t-shirt, forcing him to turn around to look at you. Teary eyes stare at each other as your fingers don’t let go of the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Could you… could you hold me then? Just once, to show me that you truly like me.”

Your request surprises him. Everything till now has been convincing him that you need him the furthest away from you, yet, when he looks at your pleading eyes, he realises that this might just be his window. Before he truly has to let you go, he should hold you the way he’s always wanted to.

And he does, strong arms pushing you towards his chest where you hear the erratic beat of his heart. You cry, as his fingers pat your head with a gentleness that you’ve always been craving. You don’t want him to let you go, and by the way he holds you, he doesn’t either. That much is made clear to you, and here in Taiga’s embrace you figure for once that maybe, yeah maybe, someone can truly love you.

“I don’t like you, dummy. I love you” his voice sounds smoothly in your ears.

Truer words have never been spoken to you, and they go straight to your aching heart, somehow mending it back together.

“You do?”

“Yeah, and I’ll prove it to you every day till there’s not a single doubt left in your pretty head.”

#i hope you like this one <3 #sorry again for taking so long to write this :(( #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga #knb x reader #kagami x reader #knb angst #kagami angst #knb fluff #kagami fluff

[ticklystuff]

Hellou~ hope you're doing oke! It's been a while since I chatted with anyone here ^^✨️

I have teams for both so you get to pick~

Genshin team xiao (Boi is c5 now- so close to c6T-T), baizhu, yae and zhongli

And star rail is Blade, Kafka, Jing yuan and Argenti (the team makes no sense I'm sure but I roll with what I have^^)

ask game is closed!

hi mochi! i hope you've been doing well. i got xiao already, so pls take the rest of my luck to get him to c6 ✨ (congrats on c5 though! his c6 is very fun)

also i was dumdum and didn't see to just pick one team until halfway through so uhhhh have both LOL (also there are so many parallels in your teams: xiao/bladie are darker and aloof, miko/kafka are very gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss, zhongli/jing yuan are the senior citizens, and baizhu/argenti have flamboyant ways of speech but in different ways)

who’s the most ticklish character

xiao is the only right answer here hehehehe sometimes zhongli will reminisce about the old times when xiao was younger and he'd tickle him more often and HE DOES THIS IN FRONT OF MIKO AND BAIZHU and xiao is covering his ears and cringing while zhongli keeps talking and then he gets mad at zhongli and is like "you're embarrassing me on purpose" and zhongli swears he isn't (he is)

i am.. very biased and i'm going to put jing yuan here bc i love him and i think he would have the best laugh. like he doesn't try to hold back or stifle it so it freely flows and it's soft but also has that low growl to it that his normal voice has ahhhh i love it and him

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

hmmm i don't think this would apply to your genshin team! like even the craftier characters like miko people would assume she's ticklish because how is she good at it and how does she know all the good spots?? surely this means she's ticklish as well hmmm

oh i am putting bladie here because he is so intimidating and aloof but jing yuan and kafka KNOW the truth and the day they meet argenti they drag blade by the arms to him and jing yuan and kafka just smirk at each other and bladie looks at them puzzledly until he starts to feel their fingers scribbling up his sides and the sudden shift from his normal dead expression to a wide smile and outburst of laughter kinda freaks argenti out

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

xiao! but they go after him separately and he's always the default lee of the group. like zhongli might stealthily run his fingers along xiao's knee while the two are having tea and xiao will just suddenly spit his tea out and give zhongli a scowl. or baizhu will insist on giving xiao a checkup because of all the fighting he does and sometimes he'll sneak in a few pokes and when xiao giggles baizhu will be like "oho~ looks like your nervous system still works" and xiao just grumbles "i guess.." and i feel like miko would have a soft spot for him, so she goes easy on xiao compared to the other two. she loves to take him shopping because he's the only one that looks like he's ready for combat all the time so he needs more casual clothes, according to her, and she'll give a few pokes whenever he steps out of the dressing room in a new outfit and she can't help it because he always looks cute in whatever clothes she throws him in, especially any outfit that shows exposed skin ehe

oh this one also goes to blade lmao kafka and jing yuan are always at the ready to wreck him and the worst part is that he's so clueless whenever they're planning a tickle attack against him and he can't defend himself while laughing. argenti also joined along because "you have such a beautiful laugh, bladie~ 🌹✨" and blade wants to rip him to shreds

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

zhongli and miko! miko would absolutely go around revealing tickle spots in a very sly manner, but zhongli is a good man and doesn't like to do so. the only time when he puts his knowledge to good use is when he feels like xiao has had enough tickling. he'll suddenly pull miko or baizhu off of xiao and start wiggling his fingers and they're always caught off-guard because it's usually xiao on the receiving end of tickles

kafka and jing yuan! neither would go around revealing tickle spots, but kafka does use her knowledge as a threat to others. jing yuan is much more subtle, though, and the others aren't aware that he knows all of their weak points, so someone like kafka is always confused when the eepy general is always able to hold his own in a tickle fight

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

baizhu has ticklish ears and a ticklish neck! changsheng told xiao one day and she even proved it by flicking her little snake tongue around said areas. she would've revealed more but baizhu strangled changsheng to stop her

for all the times bladie has been tickled by kafka, he does have one thing over her. silver wolf told him one day that she does have ticklish shoulder blades, but he knows the potential consequences if he dares to try

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

xiao is a flop when it comes to tickling others and baizhu has like 0 energy 110% of the time lol so miko always thinks she has it in the bag bc zhongli serves big grandpa energy but then she's suddenly swept off her feet and in zhongli's arms as his fingers wiggle all over her good spots and she tries to squirm free but he's surprisingly strong

jing yuan for the same reason as zhongli! like no one expects it from him because he's always so drowsy and laidback but then it actually happens and he manages to pin them one after the other ehe~

which character has a kink for tickling

miko on some days, i think. like she'll experiment with it and sometimes she say does, but then other times it's no interest to her

oh kafka absolutely. like her whole thing is psychological warfare and she loves the mind games she can play when she involves tickling.

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

oki so i know i said earlier that changsheng would know some of baizhu's tickle spots, but he's never really been tickled by other people because of his frail state. it wasn't till he joined the team that miko gave him some tickles as part of a welcome ritual to the group (he was on the floor wheezing after a few pokes poor thing)

i think none of them! kafka and silver wolf get into tickle fights all the time, blade is tormented by kafka all the time, jing yuan got into tickle fights with all the members of the quintet, and i'm not too knowledgeable on the knights of beauty yet but argenti has such a handsome laugh i hope the rest of the knights tickled him all the time aklsdjf

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

not necessarily tickle fights but zhongli tickles xiao so much he just wants to see his boy smile. they've very sneaky and unsuspecting pokes or skitters of his fingers and the funny part is that xiao never expects them because he's very comfortable around zhongli (which makes things easy for zhongli nyehehe)

oh kafka and jing yuan bully blade all the time lol most of the time they'll fight blade alone but sometimes they'll tag team him. like, they don't even discuss getting blade, they just communicate by looking at each other and they just know and blade can never fight back because he's so incapacitated when tickled lol

#xiao #yae miko #baizhu #zhongli #blade #kafka #jing yuan #argenti #genshin impact #honkai star rail #tickling

[fatuismooches]

I'm coping so hard with the fact I'll probably have to wait ~2 years to see Pantalone bc he literally has no reason to leave Snezhnaya🙂💧

At the very least I hope to see Sandrone in Fontaine please, please, please

I heard theory that Arlie will betray the Tsaritsa (bc Childe said he'd do that and Scara called her "wolf in the sheep's clothing", plus in trailer she's surrounded by harbingers figures, but not a part of them). Maaaybe GI will finally add more morally gray characters in character rooster and Arlie will follow us (and become playable as a result) only bc of her own benefit (kinda like Yae Miko). One thing I want is - please, don't change her appearance, especially her clothes, she's perfect the way she is. Don't add her skirt or shorts with kneesocks, leave her her cool tuxedo😔

Another theory I heard is that her arms are black not bc she's wearing gloves, but it's a damage from using delusion. Which... Gives me a small angsty idea. As we saw in Inazuma archon quest, delusion drains vitality out of their user, as for Crepus - he was in such great pain from using it that Diluc had to kill him. So, imagine Reader being concerned for Arlie bc she's in pain after using her delusion, but she brushes it off, after all she's a high-ranked harbinger, maybe she'll even try to hide her pain from Reader as much as possible to not seem weak in their eyes

-can I be 🥀 anon if it's not taken yet?

LITERALLY SAMEEEEE 🥀 ANON IT'S LITERALLY NOT FAIR AT ALLL 😭 Pantalone really is chilling in Snezhnaya, controlling the economy and money flow ig 😭🚶‍♀️ I also can't think of a reason why he would leave, other than perhaps a Liyue mission, because Yelan does say he has his eye on Liyue. I do have a lot of faith that Sandrone will appear in Fontaine, so I'm very excited for her at least!

Yup yup I've heard that theory too! I think it's super cool, and I can really see it happening. But it also makes me wonder how she'll survive if she betrays the Fatui. The Fatui probably doesn't take traitors lightly so she might have a lot of people after her if she does betray them. Girl's gonna be on the run I guess. And now who's gonna run the orphanage? The Fatui are losing their top members hella quickly, makes me wonder how the fight against Celestia is gonna play out. And i completely agree, she needs to keep her tuxedo!! But if she does betray the Fatui, it'll probably end up getting changed a bit, just to cut off association with them.

I've been wondering for a while why her arms are black even though she's not wearing gloves, and that's actually a really interesting theory. I can see her as a person willing to do anything for her goals... even if that means she gets injured herself (though she's always ready to use someone else to take the fall for her.)

You did not need to be a fighter to know the dangers of using a Delusion. It could grant you unspeakable power, but also have drawbacks better left to the imagination. Sure, the Harbingers were capable of controlling it. But sometimes things don't always go as planned.

She was strong, extremely strong, you believed that more than anyone. But you couldn't help but worry, especially when she nearly burst into your shared room, making you jump from the unexpectedly loud entrance. It seemed that she didn't expect you to be here right now, not at this time. You were usually elsewhere in the mansion. And she was usually not home at this time. And you immediately knew why.

"You're hurt," you quickly stood up. Something almost unnoticeable flickered in her eyes as she rebutted your statement.

"It is nothing. I am fine," she replied calmly, brushing off your words. You furrowed your eyebrows at her dismissal.

"Arlie, please consider taking a break from that... thing. It simply isn't good for-"

"[Name]. You know what my mission is. What I have to fulfill." Her voice came off sterner than she intended it to be and she realized as she noticed your quietness.

"There is no bleeding," she stated, returning to a softer tone. "I truly am fine. You need not worry. I just came to pick something up for business." You didn't want to sigh in front of her. Though her face had no trace of pain, you knew she was lying. She was hiding it from you.

You knew better than to push the subject. So right now, the only thing you could do was let it go, as you walked up to your lover and slowly wrapped your hands around her from behind. Arlecchino was still stiff from the tension in the conversation.

"Just... be careful out there." Arlecchino didn't respond, but she brought her hands up to cup your arms. Nothing else was to be said as the two of you stood there, relishing each other's company.

But your heart still hurt when you saw the medical supplies and pills you left for her were used.

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #man yall are quick with the arlecchino angst 😭 #but big brain 🥀 anon omg hurting my heart in the good way

[pjsk-writin]

I CANT BELIVE YPUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM BERY HAPPY :D

could you write An with fear that her S/O will leave her BCS Kohane was better than her singing and reader noticed it brings up and she just break down in tears and reader comforts her PLS 😭 I just want my girl to be happy after that Kohane event

You are free to ignore it :) have a nice day/night and drink water

OKOK SO I DONT USUALLY DO REQS OUT OF ORDER BUT IVE BEEN SO AN BRAINED I NEEDED TO DO THIS LIKE LEGALLY./lh BUT I hope u like this !! <3

◇ SHE'S BETTER THAN ME - An Shiraishi x Reader

It's very hard to make someone as friendly and cheerful as An upset, but...even she's susceptible to her insecurities, her fears.

She loves inviting you to events that VBS is performing at, she loves your support! But, there's something in the way that Kohane sang better than her, something in the way that you were cheering her on, that made something shift in her.

She kept up her usual grins, her usual laughs, but it was clear something was off.

Surprisingly enough, Akito is the first person to realize something's off. He asks her about it, but she just shrugs him off with her usual smile

This is why he informs you of the encounter. He might be one of her best friends, but you're the one who's closest to her...So, maybe you could help.

"An?" Your voice was soft, and it took everything in her to not cry as she smiled at you, tilting her head. "Yeah?"

"Is everything alright?" She opened her mouth to make a dismissive remark, but the moment she met your eyes, saw the concern in them, she couldn't stop the tears that flowed.

She turned away from you, wiping her eyes with a small laugh. "Haa...Why am I crying?..." She muttered more to herself than you, letting out a choked sob.

You're quick to comfort her, wrapping your arms around her and watching her. "Hey, hey, I'm here. What's wrong?"

She was shocked by her tears, sniffling and grasping your shirt as she sobbed into your shoulder.

She doesn't talk for a bit, just allowing herself to cry. She eventually looks up at you, quietly confessing her insecurities, her fear that you'd leave for someone better, like Kohane.

You're quick to shake your head, gently kissing her cheek with a small smile. "An, I love you. There's no one else I'd rather be with."

She thought she was done crying, but the moment you spoke those words, she cried even harder, giving you the tightest hug she's ever given.

"...Thank you," is all she manages to muttered into your shoulder, smiling before shutting her eyes. She was content and happy with you <3

#project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #an shiraishi x reader #shiraishi an x reader

[waltwhitmansbeard]

"...you knew?"

Vax and Kiki, please.

22. "...you knew?" setting this in vamp machina! it's gonna gonna be vaxleth adjacent, bc i got this idea and couldn't stop chewing on it.

"Percy, wait!"

He's not listening to her. He's triple-checking the locks on all the windows and doors, pulling out boxes and boxes of wooden bullets from every crevice of the apartment, shoving bottles of holy water into her hands. "It's fine, okay? We'll fix it. I'll fix it."

He's not listening to her. "Percy, can we just talk about this—"

He hasn't stood still since it happened, since he walked in on a scene she knows to be straight from his nightmares. There's a book, some leather-bound thing that looks to be half a millennium old, open on the coffee table. "There's a spell in there, I think, can you look? Something about deinvitation. See if it's something in your wheelhouse."

Keyleth is just standing there, unmoving in the center of the apartment, holding a washcloth to her neck. The blood's starting to seep out under it. She doesn't know what to say next.

So Percy keeps going. "If you need anything from the shop, let me know and we'll go together once the sun rises. You're not staying in this apartment alone, not until we can make sure that fucker can't get back in here."

She wants to cry, but she thinks maybe her body forgot how. "Percy."

Something about her voice, now, stops him, and his face melts into something halfway between pity and worry. "Hey." He comes over, pulls her into a hug. She feels dirty sinking into it. "It's okay. It's not your fault. They're so good at this, at tricking people. I should have been here, yeah? This is my fault."

Her body is remembering now. "Percy..."

He pulls out of the hug to take her crumpled face in his hands. "Do not blame yourself for this. If he comes near you again, I'll kill him."

"I invited him in."

He kisses her forehead, and oh, she deserves whatever storm comes barreling her way. "I know. It sucks, but it happened. It was a mistake."

"No."

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

The words are so faint, she can hardly hear them herself. "I knew."

The realization is a full-body process. The brow furrows, then the spine straightens, and the jaw sets. His eyes go cold, distant. "...You knew?"

There's just no way he'll understand it. "I love him, Percy." The tears are flowing hot, fast, unrelenting. "I...I let him in. I let him..." She presses the washcloth harder against the spot where, less than half an hour ago, Vax was sensually pulling from her life force. "I knew what I was doing."

Percy skitters back, then, as if she'd slapped him. In all her life, she's never seen such betrayal in someone else's eyes. She imagines he'd be less hurt if she gutted him from navel to sternum with a knife from the kitchen, if she doused him in oil and set him aflame. Whatever was between them, whatever friendship, whatever family, whatever trust, she watches it shatter in real time.

She wishes she regrets it.

They stare at each other for a long time, maybe minutes, maybe days. She says nothing, because there is nothing she can say to make this better. When the cold stillness becomes too much to bear, Percy spins around, stomps out the front door, slams it shut behind him. She collapses, then, all of the guilt and the sorrow and the anguish crashes down on top of her, the levees broken. She sobs, arms clutches around her middle, until the hard floors dig into her knees, until her tear ducts run dry, until through the same window through which Vax fled, she sees the sun beginning to rise.

#ask #tiamat-zx #i wrote this on day three of an illness and 2.5 hours of sleep so we get what we get ok??? #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #my fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #vamp machina au #critical role au #cr au #tlovm au #vox machina au #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vaxleth

[starredfishing]

Tell me more about the way the new superman show portrays Lois and her heritage, Starry.

thank u for sending me this ask so i can go insane. also disclaimer: i am korean american but i was raised by white ppl so i cant be an entirely accurate source! slappin a read more on this bc oh boy. i say words

so just in the first 4 episodes i think they do a spectacular job of making her heritage subtle yet noticable. in the first episode she does the lil heart hands thing, which is the way i've seen kpop idols do it but my brother told me its just kinda the korean equiv of heart hands

and then in the 4th episode she wears a jeogori, which is the top of a hanbok (korean traditional wear)

(image taken from the 'jeogori' wikipedia page)

i also wanna note the little top shes wearing under her jacket looks like a traditional viet top (source: my friend who is viet) so double slay

and then beyond that, i really like the way she's designed visually. she doesn't fall under the classic tropes and stereotypes that most animation companies do when designing east asians. she isn't pale (which is a colorism issue, i actually have the same skin color as her), she doesn't have long flowing black hair or on the flip side she doesn't have a purple streak or anything, and she isn't drawn with stereotypical slits for eyes. she's just a normal korean-american woman!!! she's also voiced by a korean, which is super nice to see! i know people joke about her looking and sounding like luz but, yknow.

and then in episode 4 she goes to this fancy high-rise party where she isn't taken seriously and is even insulted on her mannerisms and looks. she's the only woman there wearing something that isn't 1. a dress and 2. western-styled. so they're ostrasizing her based on her heritage as well as her class, though it's interesting that all the women ivo points to as 'classy women' are woc so it is more abt classism. jimmy, a black man, gets disrespected as a photographer and people ignore lois entirely even though some people are willing to speak to clark, who is white. its subtle but like ive been there. she also strays away from the model minority myth--she refuses to take the safe route.i think its a rlly nice and subtle way to show classism and racism without it like, just telling you. i could go on forever abt clark being a jewish immigrant adoptee too he's part of the group even tho he's white (passing). i like the way the show kinda plays around with "but hes not like us/hes dangerous!" no matter how nice he is-- its the same model minority stuff nimona touched on with no matter how nice you are people will still see your worst. but i digress

and just generally abt how they portray lois: i really like her!!! bc it's a younger version of her (superman origin story), it makes sense that she's super spunky and peppy since she's an intern rn. but she's still the kind of woman who runs headfirst into danger without thinking. i like that her character is 'i hate being lied to' because of her past with her dad which then in turn makes her a super nosy reporter who wants the truth. cant wait 2 see what happens next week now that she figured out clark is superman

#asks #my adventures with superman #this show is super cute i dont rlly care how accurate or inaccurate it is to lore so far #ik the futuristic tech is just kinda the way this animation studio works #its a show for the girlies!!! idc!!!! its shoujo!!! #maws spoilers #the best part of the new episode was lois's backless shirt <3 i love women #long post #SORRY I LOVE THIS SHOW RUNS ALONG THE WALLS

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ august/september 2023 double feature

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 4273 in august; none in september BUT that's because i did a lot of revising

projects worked on: Gemini Heist in august; Andromeda Rogue in september, then procrastinated so hard i ended up writing a few paragraphs on Third, Secret Wip

proudest accomplishment: i compiled all my AR1 beta feedback without giving in to the urge to set the book on fire and also myself

books read: Network Effect (Murderbot Diaries #5) by Martha Wells

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

so basically i started off august decently solid, working on gemini heist while andromeda rogue was off being torn apart by the betas. (i'm joking. it didn't get torn apart. i think you guys were being way too nice actually.)

and then all kinds of shit hit the fan in my personal life all at once in mid-august. both good and bad. it was a lot.

anyways the first half of september was spent recovering from all that, BUT i took a week off work mid-september to catch my breath and also get back into writing, and it was really good for me.

on another note! i am very seriously considering making an etsy shop for some of my art, because as much as i loathe the thought of monetizing my hobbies, we are living in a cost of living crisis, and i don't wanna be in my ice water soup era forever, ha. anyways stay tuned. (and if you think it would be a good idea/you think yourself or others would be interested in buying things PLEASE LET ME KNOW. EXPLICITLY. because otherwise i will assume no one cares and the idea will fizzle out.)

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2 editing)

i went through all the beta comments during my week off and while i am glad it doesn't look like i'll have to do any more BIG rewrites, editing sucks and i want to give up.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0.5. okay fine it's draft 1 but i feel better about myself if i call it draft 0.5 okay)

honestly when i was working on this feels sooo long ago i don't even remember what there is to say?

i hit 20K at some point in august. i think.

OH YEAH i "finished" act 2/7. the quotation marks are because i absolutely did not finish it, i only finished writing all the main plot-relevant scenes and skipped anything else. which means there's like a whole chapter and a half that haven't actually been written bc they're probably gonna be exposition or character building stuff that i haven't figured out yet and i'm hoping will be easier once i know what actually happens in the rest of this story. (reminder that i am a plantser.)

anyways i suspect this wip will be going dormant again for a while as i focus on getting AR ready for publishing. (sidenote it's been over a year since i started the GH draft and i feel like i've done fuck all on it besides come up with useless lore and make extremely specific playlists. world's slowest writer. the playlists slap, though.)

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

uh have this random snippet of Euna about to pop off!

Somewhere far, far, away, Leo was shouting, “Just get your ass out of there, Li!” but her voice seemed muffled in Euna’s ears, blocked out by the rage that had been steadily mounting ever since that guard shot her arm and ruined the fight for her. All she could hear was the blood rushing through her own ears, the buzz of the guard’s electrified gauntlets, the crackle of the electricity in her own hand. She reared her good fist back and slammed it into the guard’s face. Their nose made a sickening crunch against Euna’s knuckles. Blood flowed down over their mouth and chin as they staggered back, but Euna wasn't done. Her right arm, still spouting sparks, swung into the side of their head, finally bringing them down. Before they could get up again, Euna dropped on top of them, pinning them to the ground with her knees on their chest. She grabbed their shoulders and yanked their upper body off the floor, preparing to slam them down one last time— Purple light surrounded her. For a frightening second, she couldn’t move. Then she was thrown off the guard and dragged, upside-down, through the air towards the exit.

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa @outpost51

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51

#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue #wip gemini heist

[suddencolds]

very long ~musings on friendships~ under the cut

(mostly for me to sort through my thoughts - this might be very boring to read)

i'm at the point in my life where everyone's starting to go their separate ways (friends starting work halfway across the country for work, friends going to grad/law school, etc)

on friendship styles:

it's difficult bc i favor analytical/thorough conversations, and i gravitate towards friendships where that kind of conversation is the norm, but often those kinds of friendships end up turning into an infrequent back-and-forth / 'pen pal letter style' (because in order to maintain that level of thoroughness, having both parties respond at their own leisure is the only real sustainable option)

and in large part that works well for me; i enjoy being filled in on those people's lives when they have time. and i think a lot of adult friendships tend to ebb and flow according to like, how caught up both parties are in their individual lives in any point in time. but that's more a consequence of everyone leading stressful and separate lives, rather than indicative of any lack of closeness

at the same time, it's hard to gauge how much i want - or need - synchronous conversation (as in a voice call, meetup in person, real time back-and-forth over text, etc.), because i know the amount that i need is not zero. i think it's also difficult to try to introduce a new conversation style without necessarily knowing if it'd incur a burden on the other party; there's inherent risk to like, trying to deepen (or just adjust) a friendship that's functioned well on a certain level for a long time

sometimes the space in between responses is a lonely void, too, where the friendship feels almost suspended but inaccessible

i think that so much about adult friendships is just about making time. i also think that due to certain things i've been through, it's difficult for me to be the one to push for more closeness, because while i like to initiate, it doesn't come naturally to me. one of my closest friends is quite fickle and views friendships through a clinical framework of usefulness and give and take, which means that when i'm not directly useful to her, she sometimes drops off the grid for months at a time. it's been difficult adjusting my expectations around that - wanting closeness but also knowing that closeness is something periodic/inconsistent, or something that can be revoked at any time

when i take initiative, i can get easily discouraged if that effort is not met with similar enthusiasm. i don't have a solution for this (and haven't really formulated a question either); it's just something i've been thinking about.

on certainty / my personal expectations:

sometimes i want certainty where no such certainty exists. analysis serves me well in enough parts of my life that i struggle a lot when certainty is impossible to establish (e.g. 'will this person be there for me if i try to reach them'). i dislike the thought of investing myself into a friendship that the other party is not enthusiastic about, because my time and energy are limited, and the thought of being the one always vying for the other party's attention - the thought of my enthusiasm and engagement being seen as an annoyance - is something that terrifies me

i think i want to have the kind of closeness (and in some ways, consistency) where i would not have to worry about those things. that kind of hurt particularly sticks with me

i also hate guesswork; i want to be told things upfront. i hate passive aggression and i hate the idea that people have to 'take the hint'/'figure it out'. i like direct communication and i don't want to be friends with people who will hold resentment/harbor negative feelings without ever confronting me about them, though i know i am also guilty of swallowing my own discomfort at times; it's something i'm trying to be better at. i learned that ultimately, it's just more sustainable if i assume that everything is fine as a default, and that if something is ever wrong, the other party will tell me honestly. it is peaceful to be able to trust the other party intrinsically, and i don't want to entertain endless guesswork and doubt

(ultimately)

it's just a strange point for me right now. i'm learning that a friend group i considered myself extremely close to for so long is actually very different from me, and that the more i become more certain of myself and what i want from my friendships, the more the distance between us seems to widen. there are people i want to be closer to, but there's uncertainty as to whether that desire for closeness would be reciprocated, because i view initiative as an investment, and the only way i can deal with that is by overextending myself + reaching out to them first (and dealing with the possible hurt/discouragement that might come with it). and now that i am working full time and have more of a say on what i choose to do with my (limited) free time, i'm still in the process of figuring out what kinds of irl activities tire me out and which activities i'm most interested in sustaining.

despite all of this, i'm happy. i think i'm surrounded by a group of close friends that mean a lot to me, and i'm generally very content with my current friendships :'). there is just much to figure out

#not snz #might come back and add more tags later

[fatuifucker]

hihi!! its the horny anon who comes in and send in thirsts and whatnot 

i saw that u were into drummer!scara?? and that got me thinking

imagine that the both of you are in a band (in this case 6LOWJOB? 6REEZE? idk what ppl call it lmfao) and ur the vocalist while scaras the drummer. its almost time for the bands performance but the both of you are nowhere to be seen. text messages and phone calls are being sent by your band members, managers, etc but none of them know where the both of you are. none of them know that both of you guys are fucking in your dressing room <3

if you prefer dom!scara then imagine him pounding into your hole sopping, wet hole mercilessly in front of a mirror. hes complimenting on how pretty you look, how ur taking him so well! you try to muffle ur moans nd whimpers bc what if someone catches the both of you? but that annoyed scara, he wants to hear ur angelic voice nd pretty moans!

if you prefer sub!scara then imagine having him sit on ur lap, all pretty nd laid out w his legs open in front of a vanity mirror. having him complain on how the concert is starting soon, that this is a dumb and immature decision. u want him to stop talking so you start toying w his nipple (piercing) making him squirm in your grasp!

i genuinely hope u like this ask or whtever 😭 i feel like this was way too long for a thirst ahajksk

6LOWJOB LMAOOOO that is so...so... HEGEJEJEEH IT'S JUST RIGHT FOR THE THIRST ITS SO DETAILED AND GOOD SJSMSJSJS that is indeed very very yummy...

tbh in my drummer sc brainrot i had an au where the reader is the band's composer and im just thinking while sc is recording his solo songs, you would be there too since you're their composer/producer right? and it doesn't matter how late the two of you leave since it's your own personal studio. just thinking of the both of you stuck on a part, so he suggests some "light exercise" to get your brains flowing. you would have to clean the mess later and the two of you are too lust-drunk to continue anything but hey! you'll probably be refreshed in the morning, right?

#i just love modern au sc his aesthetic would be so delicious #ivyanswers

[artofalassa]

Since crisis core reunion came out recently, what are your thoughts about it ?

Also do you like Angeal and Genesis as characters ?

Have a good whatever-your-timezone-time !

Okay-- first about Gen and Angeal. I like Zack having a father/big bro/mentor figure and I love Angeal's weird sense of humour! I have a big thing for samurai and knights so Angeal just fits those shoes. I never liked Genesis, though. I just roll my eyes whenever he makes an appearance. I liked fan-Gen in many fics, but... never the canon one.

As for CCR itself.

Big oof. Big tldr. Sorry!

I'm one of those Gomez obsessed people. Gomez is Zack for me. I was giving the new VA a lot of chances and I do think he gets much better after Aerith shows up for the first time, but I have to admit that I suffered for the first three hours of playing. I wanted to smack Zack, he seemed too cocky and basically-- an edgelord like everyone else. Angeal and Genesis seem so emotionless and If I heard the new VAs now wo any picture, I wouldn't recognize them at all. And don't get me started on Seph. Boi. I love CC's and Newbern's Seph. I felt genuinely sorry about his fate when I watched CC for the first time and had no idea what was going on. But when the big scene in CCR happened... I just. Yeah. Whatever.

I also expected to be disappointed by Kunsel, bc in my head he'll forever be James McAvoy. Why you can't read my mind, Sqx, HUH?! But the disappointment when he introduced himself as 'council' (which yeah, I know that's why he's named Kunsel in the first place, he's a tutorial) instead of 'koonsel' like they mentioned him in 7R, that was a kick in my stomach. I mean. CCR's Lux and Kunsel should switch voice actors to fit my taste for them hahah...

But Cloud and Aerith were both great!!! <3

Apart from the dub mess, I really enjoyed the gameplay! It's much faster than the old CC/and most of 7R actually, the option to skip the cutscenes is sweet and doesn't break the flow. The Buster Xping? Whaaat? I don't remember that! And the plus points for the success or fails in the battles! That's so cool! I also surprisingly really enjoyed missions with Yuffie (not a fan of hers). And boi do I LOVE the environment glow up! <3 The underwater caves?? Hellooo??

However, it's the new dub, that doesn't distract me from the -- issues and problems I always had with the game in the first place. I was always willing to forgive it many things, because there were so many goofy moments and great voices. So. While I'm happy I got to play it in the end, I'm a bit sour on the topic.

Yes, I could play it in Japanese, but... I just. Can't focus and like to understand my characters when the subttitles don't pop up. English isn't my native language, so switching to something even more foreign while playing isn't really an option for me. But I think I will give that option a try in the future. Out of curiosity. <3

#lass!talks