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u3pxx · 1 month

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KIM KITSURAGI - “Is that. My kineema.”

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.

EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!

- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!

- “Sure is.”

DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?

YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”

DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!

YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.

INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.

ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.

HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!

VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.

KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”

YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”

LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.

KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”

YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”

YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”

KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."

He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”

EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.

YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.

YOU - “…”

KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.

YOU - “Kim?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.

YOU - “KIM!!!!”

uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt

(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)

also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #den's disco swap #disco elysium role swap #HI nobody look at the fact that. i am a novice writer at best DFGHJFGH #i had idea for some comic dialogue but it ended up being this instead whoops. i mean i could still draw this as a comic #anyways. i was like. trying to reverse engineer my idea of how kim can change into his bomber jacket instead of his uniform.#which. i dont think you can do with just simple convincing bc that thing is fused to him in spirit so there has to be like a good reason wh #oh it gets ruined! how? it gets like wet or smth! how'd that happened? he threw himself into the sea #also isnt it fitting that my memory problems is making me not remember the things that happen in disco elysium very well wheezes #so whoops if the characterization is a lil off lmaoooooo #but i have been trying to figure out how i want harry to be in this swap au #i dont think he's as well as he wants you to believe he is. and just the image of him pushing this 'youre allowed to be in denial about +#this' to kim about the kineema was so vivid in my head and idk if that tracks but hell. its in there now dfghdjfg #starry don't look #sunnysidedraws #sunnysidedisco

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risuola · 24 days

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ENTRY #1 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

My crystal tears and my heart’s beat, And all the pieces of my soul’s depths, I lay my dreams upon your feet, Please be careful taking your steps.

cw: angst-ish, arranged marriage!au, slight age gap (reader's around 22, Satoru is 28), loveless marriage, brief mentions of blood and toxicity — 1,9k words

a/n: starting a new series while two other are hanging in the air and hundreds of wips are waiting for being written? yeah, that's me, but hey, I needed to start something new to get my creative juices flowin'. this one's gonna be a series of entries, a diary if you will.

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When you were younger, a girl innocent and little, blissfully unaware of the world around you, you wished to marry a prince. Influenced by tales told by your mother and tv shows you watched with big and curious eyes, you had a vision of the ceremony straight out of a dream. A magical display of love and the path of rose petals and feathers through which you were meant to stride in a dress made of satin and lace – white and elegant. You also saw him, the man that your heart would choose and desire. A prince handsome and kind, who would love and protect you even if by doing so, his life would be on the line. You were too little to be aware of the naivety of the dreamy pictures in your head.

Sometimes you wished to turn back time and once again step into the shoes of the innocent you who never got to know sadness and fear. Sometimes you think of it with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing the way you used to go about your days without care about the world around. With mild regret you reminiscence the moment you learned that everything around you was–

“I’m talking to you. God damn it, are you deaf?”

“I heard you.”

–a lie.

You were a late bloomer but besides the judgmental looks you were receiving left and right from the elders of your clan, you also owe it the beauty of your prolonged childhood. Few years of freedom that you lost the memory of how it tasted and yet, you like to go back to it and drown in the pictures it left in your mind. Whilst all of your siblings were training and learning, fighting and risking their lives against the cursed spirits, you brought shame to your family. There was no place for someone without a cursed technique in a world of sorcery and you were made painfully aware of it at the day of your tenth birthday. That was also the end of your childhood and the day you wish to forget. You remember how the smiles of your parents turned into frowns and the soft, melodic tone of your mother became harsh and never got back to how it used to be. The tales and cookies vanished and what was left was nothing but suffering and degradation.

“Oh, did you?”

It took you six years of training to awaken the technique that later on was called the most powerful in the history of your clan. Six years of days and nights filled with sweat and tears, six years of bloody knuckles and bruises but also, it took six years of your determination to prove all of them wrong. Despite being the youngest of four siblings, you were able to stand against the worst of curses with nothing but a sword and raw power when everyone else relied heavily on the cursed techniques. You were strong and skilled, you were trained and fearless but still, you were looked down. A shame. To your family you were nothing but a shame.

And then, suddenly, you became a pride. You were on everyone’s mouths; you were talked about as if you were the most expensive and rare diamond. Years of harsh treatment you received suddenly became forgotten because once your technique awakened, you became the strongest in your clan, surpassing your siblings, your parents and everyone else who bore the same name as you. Suddenly other clans were talking about you too, with curiosity and fear. Suddenly, you became someone. But somehow, it didn’t make you happy. Once you realized that the world you were born into wasn’t a tale you always thought it is, you lost the ability to enjoy it. Maybe the pain of what you had given to become a true sorcerer rendered you unable to fully appreciate the adulthood, but you found it hard to see the light, when the darkness seemed to embed itself into your soul.

“You know what? Fuck that. I’m leaving.”

Ah yes, the marriage. With years that had passed since you were young and naïve, you stripped yourself of the dreams of sharing a life with a prince, but a part of you still hoped for love and calm. A part of your heart wished to settle with someone you’ll trust and care for. Someone who will ground you in the world of constant danger and for years you thought that you will find a man with whom the stressful life of sorcery will be a little kinder, a little less scary, a little more bearable. It was a child in you, a faint spark of juvenile carelessness that never died down, even in the darkest of days you endured.

You let out a deep sigh and allowed your lids to close. Your head leaned forward, forehead restless against the cold doors of the kitchen cabinet. The loud thud of doors snapping shut echoed in your ears for few moments and then it became silent. An earie cacophony of nothing but your own breath and soft ticking of the clock on the wall next to you. For a moment you thought about how many times you relived this very same situation already. The cold detachment, harsh exchange of words and then he’s gone. A salve of ruthless stabs that never seem to hurt less and the sound of your own voice forming sentences you wouldn’t think of if the circumstances were different.

First time you saw Satoru Gojo was many years before you truly knew who he is. It was a picture that you noticed by accident, somewhere in the papers your parents had spread out on the coffee table. He was a young boy back then. You remember the impression he made on you. He looked cold, intimidating, unapproachable. He looked like someone you’d never think of becoming friends with. You were young, just barely nine years old and he was already fifteen. He was already the strongest and even though you weren’t actively involved in the world of sorcery, you knew his name.

And then, many years later you sat in front of him. While the elders of your clans discussed the importance of the arrangement that was planned within the sorcerer’s society, Satoru was resting on a couch unamused, with his legs crossed and eyes covered by a layer of white bandages. You watched him, analyzed his lack of interest and the veil of cold arrogance with realization that everything you wished for was never on the table for you. During the two long hours of conversations that were about you and yet no one asked for your opinion, you and Satoru didn’t exchange one word.

You heard his voice actively directed at you for the first time during the wedding ceremony. It was small, very private and filled with people that you mostly didn’t know. It was far from perfect, though pretty in a way. Under the cautious watch of the most important figures of sorcery, you said the vows that made you feel nothing and yet meant so much. The words of promise, that for anyone else meant love and safe future, to you meant status and the name. You became Gojo. You became a wife to the strongest man in the world.

Now it’s seven months after the wedding and the day you and him moved together. The apartment you shared was filled with both yours and his belongings and yet it didn’t feel like home. It lacked the atmosphere of love and understanding and on days like this, you were losing hope it will ever feel different than miserable.

That day was nothing out of ordinary when it came to your marriage. Yet another fight, yet another beeline he made to leave you alone in the empty house. You always argue. There was no warmth between the walls of the apartment, there was no care and respect. Instead, there were snaps and insults, there was silence and avoidance. The large bed in what was meant to be a shared bedroom was occupied only by you, while Satoru preferred to sleep on a couch even though his tall frame was way too big for it. Besides one very brief and formal kiss you shared during the wedding day, you never kissed again. There was no holding hands, no incidental touches, no nothing that would convey any sort of feeling and only times your bodies made contact was when he grabbed your wrists in anger or when your shoulder hit his arm while you were passing by.

Truth is, you had no idea what Satoru was talking about that morning before he left. You were lost in thoughts, but you could only imagine he was mentioning the meeting he needed to attempt in the evening. He probably won’t be home until late and once he’ll come back, he’ll be annoyed by elders and for that, you couldn’t blame him. Whenever you face the elders of jujutsu community, your blood pressure raises as well and you’re quite calm by nature. That being said, if unlucky, you’ll be the one to take the hit of his anger.

Your fingers run across the golden band that adorned your finger. It was an absentminded motion that became a habit of sorts, helping you gather the thoughts, calming your mind. The cold feel of metal allowed you to let go of the stress and forced you to suck it up yet again.

Two hours after the morning fight, you found yourself surrounded by the familiar buildings in the Jujutsu tech area, watching your husband from afar. Satoru was in the middle of teaching students, if whatever the hell he was doing could be called teaching. Megumi was resting next to him as some other kids were fighting on the training field. The sound of wooden swords colliding echoed between the woods that surrounded the expanse of the school zones. Gojo was looking as careless as ever, calm and smiling – a sight that you almost never see unless he’s facing someone else. He was chatting with his almost-son, shouting some advice to the sparing students and going about his day as he usually does, but one thing was different.

“Satoru,” you called his name as you went down the stairs to reach the spot where he was standing. He noticed you, you knew that. He most likely knew about your appearance way before you even got to see him, but now he chose to actively ignore your presence as his light blue eyes stayed focused on the field instead of landing on you.

“What brings you here?” He asked and you could tell how the tone of his voice changed from the friendly sensei to your husband’s rough approach. He wasn’t happy with your visit; you weren’t welcome near him and everyone knew that. The fact of your marriage being arranged wasn’t a secret and it also wasn’t a secret that it was Gojo’s clan decision, not his own. Satoru felt some sort of humiliation that despite him being the strongest, he was stripped of a choice who to spend his life with and you, as his wife, were paying for his resentment.

“I brought you this,” you replied, reaching your hand towards him. His eyes landed on your palm and you noticed a ghost of relief that washed over his features when he took the band of black fabric from your hold. His blindfold, that you realized was ripped – he left at home in the morning. That was most likely what he was talking to you about because once you cleaned up after the breakfast, you noticed the band and his broken glasses left on the coffee table.

“So you were listening,” Satoru said quietly and securely covered his eyes.

“I wasn’t.”

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aajjks · 5 months

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Toxic. (m)

synopsis. You can do whatever but you just can’t leave him.

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He knows that he’s too possessive.

His way of loving you isn’t healthy at all.

But it’s just how he is. You’ve made him like this. It’s all because of you, you’ve put him in a trance. You have him so obsessed.

And he knows that he’s too toxic, jealous and suffocating.

But you can’t leave him.

“Yn.. how long is this going to go on? You know you can’t leave me.” He sighs, you have your back turned on him. He sighs, he doesn’t know how to deal with you.

He has tried everything.

Even blackmailing you, it doesn’t work anymore.

“What is wrong with you?” Jungkook clicks his tongue. You have been like this for the past week hours since he and you had a pretty big fight, all because he didn’t want you to go out with your friends.

He wasn’t wrong about that. Clubbing with your friends at night that’s just an invitation for trouble. He knows how men think. He wants to protect you. That’s not a bad thing, right?

Even if he has some fucked up ways to protect you.

“Yn come on please. Stop it.” He whispers, sitting right beside you on the bed. You don’t even budge. It’s like his words are falling on deaf ears.

Jungkook scoots closer to you. He has to get you to start talking to him because he’s going insane. “listen you just need to understand that I want what’s best for you. And those friends of yours oh my God they are whores.”

He rolled his eyes. “and they want you to become one too.” He tells you, “because why else would keep on telling you to break up with me?”

when you don’t reply , he gently slaps you on the shoulder. “ I deserve better than this treatment.” oh, he is so frustrated. “look at me.” He tries to get you to look at him by trying to make your body shift in his direction

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” he almost flinches at your loud tone, you finally turn.

“honestly, I am so tired of you.” You spit at him. Your eyes glaring holes into his soul. But he doesn’t mind at all. If anything, he resists to smirk.

“ at least you’re looking at me now and even talking to me so I succeeded.” he shrugs, and takes his hands off of you.

“ listen to me OK I’m willing to apologize for my behavior, but you have to understand that you shouldn’t go out to clubs or places like that especially with your friends.” he Gives you his best puppy eyes.

But they don’t work on you, his old tricks don’t work on you.

“Please spare me this bullshit.” You roll your eyes at your toxic boyfriend. Jungkook look at you with wide eyes. “ OK stop cursing at me” he groans, he feels so offended right now.

“it’s because of your fucking friends that you’re doing this to me.” he’s starting to talk in pout. You look at him like he’s grown two heads

You look disgusted .

“it’s not because of my friends Jungkook! Oh my God it’s because of you you are overbearing and fucking possessive!” You raise your voice once again, your eyes are filled with anger.

“I am tired of this. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TOO INSECURE BECAUSE YOU DON’T TRUST ME.”

You are so angry at him, that you’ve started to use your hands to elaborate . “ how can I be with a man that doesn’t even trust me, and sabotages my social life, talks shit about my friends and locks me up in the fucking house?” You furrow your eyebrows together.

He just sits there and listens to you . He’s missed your voice so much it doesn’t even matter about what you’re saying he’s not even paying attention to whatever you’re talking about.

He’s just focused on the way your mouth moves and you make these stupid expressions. He’s missed you too much.

“scream at me all you want.” He smiles.

You immediately stop screaming at him. “Wow, you are unbelievable.” you’re shocked honestly.

How unstable can he be?

How can he not take this seriously? You two are on the words of breaking up. This is what he’s doing.

“you can’t leave me.” he has stopped smiling. his eyes have stopped sparkling.

Silence falls over you.

It’s like he’s read your mind.

“you know I won’t let you, so why would I mind you screaming at me that’s the least you can really do, I’m willing to tolerate this. But as long as you don’t leave me, even if you want to you know you can’t.”

“please continue your lecture.”

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antidesire · 1 year

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older bf!leon (re6/id/death island) x rookie afab!reader. just a quick piece to tie you all over it’s for me i want death island leon so fucking bad. i wrote this fast so it’s also not great idfk

disclaimer.. age gap, reader wears skirts, restraint, cockwarming?, bratty reader, spit, p in v, leon is far too tolerant of you and your antics

leon s kennedy was the meanest boyfriend boss on earth..

that's what you concluded whilst in your little predicament, skirt pooled around his lap, if anyone were to walk in they wouldn't even notice your cunt stuffed full of his cock, oh that’s if it wasn’t for your desperate pleas and hopeless rutting against his lap.

you weren't even allowed to relieve the growing tension in your shoulders with the way leon's hands engulfed both of your wrists behind your back, so frustrating, suffocating, all you could do was give him the coldest look and voice your frustrations.

"let me move, asshole." you writhed against his hands, no budge.

"i don't trust you." he flat out told you, unamused expression, head titled to the side ever so softly, you could see him so close right now, his long eyelashes, and light stubble decorating his lower face.

your bottom lip jutted out into a little pout, putting the cutest expression you could muster up, he was always a sucker for that, "i'm being good." your eyelashes batted, leaning in to place a sweet little peck on the tip of his nose.

"no, you're a fucking brat, you like pretending you're good." he sighed, leaning his head back, squeezing his hand around your wrists to remind you of the position you were in, "i came here to work, not to fuck around like th- nghnn." he gritted his teeth, feeling you purposefully squeeze your cunt around his length.

"why'd cha' let me come along then?" your legs swayed a little on either side of him, still perched pretty on his lap.

he let out a noise, you couldn't tell if it was a chuckle or a scoff, "you know why." he muttered quietly like it would start a whole nother' conversation, and you did know why, you'd be on his ass all day and night complaining why you couldn't come along with him when you hardly saw him at all last week, which you still argued was unacceptable.

“mmm.. because you can’t resist me?” you hummed before continuing, “because you want me soo bad.” you wriggled your hips on top of him, something that sounded like a frustrated groan tearing from his throat.

he scoffed, in disbelief at your words, how tone deaf you were being, “oh sweetheart, i wholeheartedly believe that’s all you.”

you gasped, feigning shock at his ‘revelation’, “no way!” you pushed your face against his, dark trimmed hair tickling your cheek, “maybe you’re right..” you frowned, leaning in further to press faint kisses to his parted lips where the taste of aged whiskey still lingered.

“haven’t even got 5 minutes of research done and you sat yourself on my cock, who taught you to be such an incessant disobedient little slut, hmm?” he jerked you back a little with his grip still at your wrists, “i barely recognise the rookie that would come crawling to me, snivelling and weeping their eyes out every day when they messed up, begging me not to make em’ do 10 more sets.” he chuckled, clearly fondly remembering the memory whereas it had you gritting your teeth.

“god, you’re fucking insufferable now, look at you.” his eyes grazed over your body, only halting when he felt a splat of your saliva land on his face, “did you just fucking spit on me?” as irked as his tone grew, he still managed to muster out a laugh, and you had to admit, he was good, kept his cool, leon kennedy as level headed as ever.

you pushed it even further, laughing in his face and revelling in the thrill of what you just did, “go on, tell everyone what your rookie did.. how disrespectful i am, but tell em’ the whole story so they can know what what a dirty old man you are, mmm that’s what they’d call you, a fucking pervert.” you taunted.

a pained yelp flung from your lips when his fingers gripped tighter on your wrists, the sensation was uncomfortable and it was stinging now, but you still found it more frustrating how he was stuffed inside of you and you couldn’t move properly.

“you’re so pretty but you play so ugly, that hurts my heart baby.” he feigns a pout, to mock your pain almost, “this what you want?” his hips jerked upwards and you squeaked from the pressure of his cock so deep within you, “won’t shut up till you get your way? stubborn but i guess you learn from the best, don’t you sweetheart?” he sighed out.

“you’re really just all bark, no bite, aren’t you?” he continued to question, but you could only muster out small whimpers and mewls, especially when his arm grasped around your waist to raise your hips so he could stable his boots on the ground, and fuck up into you, pace much more consistent though he never let up on how deep he was inside of you.

“see, all it takes is a little bit and you go all dumb on me, i mean.. that’s really no way to stay on alert.” he scoffed out and if you weren’t so overjoyed with the motions of his hips you would’ve replied with something just as snarky but fuck, you had been wiggling on his lap previously for a good half an hour so this was pure bliss.

“s-shut hghhnn—“ your head fell back, all intentions to insult the man beneath you failing when his tongue darted out to lick at the tender skin on your neck, teeth grazing along the goosebumps forming.

“what was that?” he reiterated, clearly amused at the state he had you in.

with one of your hands free you lean it back against his knee, giving you some leverage to bounce yourself on his cock, as though your brain only had one motor in the moment and it was to chase that delicious high bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

you looked like a mess but leon loved you most like this, so be it if he was a pervert. “that’s it..” he cooed, helping meet your desperate pace, the way you pushed down on him, barely able to move without a shudder or strained moan.

“poor baby, i got you.” he hummed, clearly taking pity on you, despite your previous disobedience, he sure had a soft spot for his rookie.

with both of his arms snug around your waist now, he found it much easy to manoeuvre and manhandle you as he pleased, hips erratically jackhammering up into you, “f-fucahh..” he grunted, “hear that? how sloppy we sound?” and he was right, the sound of how wet your cunt should’ve made you embarrassed but you were far too busy clawing at his shoulders and moaning prettily in his ear to even begin to care.

you didn’t even have time to make any coherent sounds to let leon know you were cumming, simply holding on to him for dear life and limply laying against him so he could use you as he wished, that tight coil in your tummy snapping and pure bolts of ecstasy pulsating throughout your body, breathlessly chanting out mantras of his name as he helped you ride out your high.

“oh fuck..” you exhaled, sheepishly giggling when your vision focuses back on leon, “hey handsome, wanna do that again?” and maybe he was right too, you were incessant.

#leon smut #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 10

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, mention of suicide,

Part 1

"Did Neil Prescott attack you with the ghostface costume on?"

"They've yet to close the case on the murders. Do you think Neil could've had a partner?"

"Was is hard watching your girlfriend die in front of you?"

The reporters spit inappropriate questions at Billy from the moment he stepped out of his car. He was more than happy that he got away with it but he found it a little annoying someone else was getting all the credit for his well executed plan. Billy threw his his backpack on barley missing the healing wound underneath his polo.

He passed by the reporters pushing some of them out of the way. Surprisingly no one bombarded him with questions when he entered first period. He heard whispers as he walked the halls. They didn't bother him at first. Billy lived through it, he got the front row seat most of them would kill to have. The boy kept his head down as he walked into his first period class. "It was Stu's house I know he had something to do with it." One of the boys said talking with his friends. Billy listened into the conversation. He was a nosey person by nature. "That doesn't mean he did it. I mean Sydney's dad was a wack job after his wife slept with half the town."

Billy nodded to himself. "I don't know something seems fishy with how close Stu and that new chick were." If you were close with anyone it was Billy. He was just careful about showing affection in public because shit like this happenes. People talk. "They were probably fucking and Tatum found out, everything went side ways." The group of three started laughing as the teacher shut the classroom door. Billy wasn't keen on hearing people talk about you or Stu but Stu had thick skin. Words never really bothered him much.

"You know we all would've died if Y/n didn't call the cops when she did." Billy snapped his tone a little too assertive. The class grew quiet everyone hearing what the boy had to say. Even the teacher was quiet not wanting to upset Billy more than he already was. "Class I know that these last few weeks have been traumatic for some more than others. However it would be beneficial to everyone if we continued on with our unit."

Billy went through the day with his keeping his eyes on the ground. He started to realize how hard it was to get through the day without Stu by his side going on and on about something he really didn't care about. The lunch bell rang and like clockwork all the kids flooded the hallway. For the most part Billy was completely ignored except for a few wide eyes stares in the hallway. For a second he forgot about what he had done. He saw the fountain being occupied by two girls. The freshman girls looked at Billy like he was a celebrity. "Oh my god Billy Loomis. I didn't think you'd come back so soon. Are you okay?" The blonde student rambled on stumbling over her words.

"Move." He was a man of few words. "I'm sorry about Syd- wait what?" She asked as her friend started picking her things up. "Are you deaf or something? Get out of my fucking spot." The girls hurried to grab their things. "This is where we sit everyday are you fucking blind?" He yelled causing people around to stare at the scene. "I-I'm s-sorry..." The kid stuttered scared of the boy in front of her. "Duh- duh- duh- get the fuck out of here." Billy spat nearly making the girl cry. Silently her friend grabbed her hand pulling her towards the building.

He could feel the eyes of those around him tearing into his slim frame. Billy sat on the concrete slab where he always did. No Sydney, no Tatum, no Randy, no Stu, and no you. His peers just watched the boy have a mental breakdown. It was lonely being alive. It wasn't the lack of people that was upsetting, it was the quiet. Running a hand through his messy hair he jumped up. "Fuck this."

You had never felt so good on a Monday. Your wound barley hurt with a little help from the pain killers. "Elvis really?" Stu questioned as you pulled the record out of it's sleeve. "You're not an American if you don't like Elvis." He pulled his lips into a straight line. "Consider me Canadian." Your rolled your eyes sitting the needle down. "Did you know he came in his pants during one performance?" Stu crinkled his nose at the unwante information. "That is fucking disgusting. Tell me more." You laughed laying on your bed next to him.

Billy blasted his radio choosing to listen to the burnt CD Stu made him a few weeks ago. Sad whiney alternative rock seeped through the speakers. It did nothing to help his mood but he wanted to sit and wallow in his self pity for just a little longer. It wasn't a very long drive to your house which saved him gas. If he had to guess you were probably laid up in pain waiting for someone to come and help you. And if you weren't going to answer his calls he'd do the chivalrous thing by showing up unannounced.

You held your sides as Stu danced around doing his best Elvis impression. "Stop it's so bad." You cried with laughter barley able to get the words out. You heard a faint noise downstairs grabbing your attention. "Wait, shh do you hear that?" Stu pipped down letting you concentrate. "Somebody's at the door." You rolled off the bed heading down the steps. "I'm going to pick the next record." Stu called from the bedroom. Making sure you looked presentable you opened the door. Billy looked up at you a smile playing at his lips for the first time in what felt like forever. "Hey." He said as you stared in shock. Your heart raced and you felt sick.

"Jeez don't get too excited." The visitor rubbed the back of his neck trying to ease his slowly building nerves. It was obvious to him you weren't as happy about seeing him as he was you. To him you were a breath of fresh air but that was because he was stealing yours. "Y/n please talk to me." He pleaded making you snap out of the trance you were in. "Go away." You thought it'd come out as a scream but it barley qualified as a whisper. Billy caught the door as it was closing. "You can't just tell me you're in love with me and then disappear." He walked into the house as if he owned it. You couldn't help but laugh dryly.

"That's what you got out of everything thing that happened Monday?" He raised an eyebrow unsure of what he was missing. "What else was I supposed to get? You literally pointed at gun at me saying you did all this for me because you loved me." You slammed your front door causing Stu to jump upstairs. "I was going to kill you." You said plainly done with the chit chat. "Excuse me?" You walked to the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge. "You heard me. When I saw that article and saw your smug face all I could see was red." Billy took a seat on your couch deciding to take his shoes off as if he was staying longer.

"I did love you, you're right but that was years ago. For a second there you had me fooled I'll give you that. My original plan was to get close to you and then kill you. Simple as that. Stu made that hard considering you were two attached at the hip." You refrained from making a joke you knew the boy upstairs would appreciate. "Why didn't you just kill him too?" With the look you gave him he knew that wasn't a good question. You took a swig of soda setting the glass bottle down on the counter. "It might be a shocker for a heartless bastard like you but I don't just run around killing people that inconvenience me."

Billy was actually kind of hurt by the comment. "I found out you two were planning to murder a group of kids so I sat and waited for you two to get yourselves put in prison or better yet you'd kill yourself." Billy swallowed what little spit he had left in his mouth. He was uncomfortable. "I'm not stupid, I knew you were going to kill him. He was simply collateral to you. That's what really pissed me off. You hadn't changed at all. I couldn't kill you now because he loved you and I couldn't bring myself to hurt him. Does he know?"

Stu sat upstairs knees to his chest as he tried not to cry. He was dumb he knew that but he was okay with it. He didn't think he was think oblivious though. All he was to Billy was a disposable accomplice. Something he could throw away once he was done using him.

"I wasn't going to kill him. We were going to run away together." You laughed shaking your head in disbelief. "Watch out Loomis, you're starting to sound as delusional as me." The whole scene really played out like two parents in the midst of a divorce. "Why'd you come here?" The defeated sound in your voice made Billy regret his decision in coming here. "I wanted to see you." He muttered. "Well you've seen me." You held out your hands making sure he could get a good luck before he left.

"I love you." Billy looked up at you making sure your eyes met when you heard the words. You hated the way he could easily manipulate you. Maybe it was because you wanted him to. You enjoyed how the lies made you feel so you chose to believe them. "If you think that's what I want to hear it's not. Love bombing is a big red flag you know?" Billy slammed his fist on the couch arm in frustration. "What the hell do you want to hear then?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I can't explain every little thing to you Billy. It's not my responsibility to teach you how to be a decent human being. I just need time. We both do. If you still feel the same way next week we can talk okay?"

Billy bit his lip till it started to bleed. "Okay." He was yet again defeated by you. You weren't keeping score but he certainly was. "If I call will you at least answer? Please." The idea wasn't bad but you knew it was only a matter of time till this sense of clarity wore off. You'd take him back in a heartbeat because you're the same easily impressed girl you've always been.

"I'll think about it." You'd kiss him right now if he as much implied the idea. One whimper from him and you've would've started making the bastard a sandwich. "Thank you." He said as he put he shoes back on. "How are you?" It was a question you thought he didn't care enough to ask. "I'm feeling better. Thank you for asking. How are you doing?" Billy's wound didn't even bother him at this point it was his mental state that was in decline. "I miss you and Stu." That wasn't an answer to your question but you proceeded with caution.

"I'll be back to school next week. Why don't you stay home this week too? School is not exactly the best idea for us right now." All things considered that is. You didn't understand how much Billy despised his "home." Since his mother left him his house became a prison. A padded cell would be cozier. "I would rather go to school all day than go home." You felt for him but that's as far as your sympathy went. Slowly he stood up waiting for anything to keep him here a bit longer.

"I'll see you Monday, Billy." You walked over to him ready to open up the front door. Swallowing his pride he wrapped his arms around you burying his face in your neck. The strangely intimate act was not in Billy's character. "I'm sorry." He whispered to himself more than you. You weren't even sure if he knew he said it. Your arms wrapped around his back and he let you just hold him for a second. If this was some sort of manipulation tactic he was better than you thought. Billy cleared his throat as he pulled away.

"I guess I'll see you Monday." You nodded not trusting your voice. "Call me if you need anything." Billy added as he walked outside heading towards his car. "Bye." Your voice cracked and you quickly shut the door locking it. Instead of sliding down the door like they do in the movies you laid face down on the couch. Screaming you lungs out into the throw pillow seemed to attract the attention of the boy upstairs. "You okay Betty Crocker?" Stu said almost jumping down the stairs. "You want to go cliff diving?" You asked as you carefully rolled off into the floor.

Stu joined you on the carpet. "Can we drive off the cliff Thelma and Louise style?" You smiled cuddling up into his side. "Absolutely." You wanted to ask if he heard your discussion but with how red his face was you assumed he already knew. "Is Y/n your real name?" There was a calming sincerity to his voice. "I wouldn't lie about that. Well actually that's a lie, yes I would." He laughed covering his eyes with his arm. "But no I'm not lying about that. I've got my birth certificate somewhere around here or I could just give you my social security number." You smiled up at him. "That works too."

Stu played records as you and him cleaned the kitchen. He felt betrayed by his best friend and he desperately needed the break. Stu would forgive Billy eventually, he always did. He knew you'd forgive him too if you hadn't already. That's just what Billy did. Ignorance is bliss, Stu learned that a long time ago. In the meantime, Stu was busy playing house with you.

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Red Blooded Patriot

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: it’s 1778, the American Revolution is in full effect. Y/N is the daughter of a wealthy land owner & loyalist in New Jersey just right outside New York City. While her father is a loyalist she’s a closeted patriot. During one her home gets caught in the cross fire & she’s rescued by a masked red coat carrying an axe

Warnings: this is just pure filth so idk what warnings to put tbh

Weehawken, New Jersey 1778

There Y/N sat rocking away in her rocking chair overlooking the New York harbor. Fanning herself to keep cool in the heat. She adjusted herself as her corset was starting to create a smaller layer of sweat. It was June, & the humidity was atrocious. A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned to look at her father. The Baron smiled back at his daughter, she was one of the most beautiful women in the colonies. The men in the village would often stop their tasks to watch her walk by. Her innocence was radiating off of her, as she was a newly turned woman. The one thing the Baron was struggling to find was a eligible bachelor for his daughter. Most of men that he found somewhat suitable were dowry chasers. It was causing quite an issue for him as he was getting older & nearly lost his life to the flu last winter.

There moment was interrupted by the sound of canon fire in the harbor. Soon musket fire was heard in the distance. The Baron called out to his workers in the field to drop their tasks & find shelter in the house. He didn’t want any of them losing their lives, some of their servitudes would be paid off shortly & he wanted them to live. Y/N quickly gathered some of the smaller children of the workers & they started to all gather inside the home. Now with a musket in his hand her father made everyone get into the cellar.

“Y/N, my dear,” He said grabbing her head in his hands. “Whatever you do, do not open the door. I’m going to quickly get where I keep the extra gun powder & musket balls.” She nodded & hugged him tightly. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks as she watched him leave. The musket fire grew louder & closer. She ran to a window to see what was happening. Crimson red coats started to appear on the wood line. She gasped & watched as some patriots started to run towards the house.

“Dear God.” She whispered as the patriots started break in the door. Absolutely petrified, she took off running towards the kitchen & out the back door. The sound of war was raging behind her & it was deafening. With her skirts in hand she tried to run as fast as she possibly could. She accidentally tripped on the hem of one of her petticoats & fell twisting her ankle. Sobbing out & screaming for help her cries fell on deaf ears. A ragged man in a blue tattered coat appeared out from behind a tree & Y/N spotted him. “Oh sir please help!” She sobbed out. “My ankle I can’t move it.” He had a wicked grin on his face.

“You’re the Baron’s daughter right?” He asked with a wicked tone. A chill ran down her spine, his man was not here to help her.

“Yes.” She replied. “But my ankle sir, please help.” She begged.

“Oh I’ll help with your ankle as long as you help me.” He replied. Her eyes widened knowing what he was insinuating as grabbed his crotch. She let out a ear piercing scream for help as he threw himself on top of her.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley had been across the field on horseback when he heard the scream. He had gained quite the reputation over the past year. His nickname, “Ghost” was given to him by the patriots his stealth & aim made him a feared man on the battlefield. He even started to don a mask to help conceal his identity.

“Cmon Riley,” He commanded & his horse took off towards where he had heard the scream. He noticed a couple of yards away a young woman was lying down on the ground. Clearly fearful & trying to fend off the advances of the patriot soldier on top of her. He grabbed the axe he had become infamous for using from his belt. The neigh of his horse drew the attention of both the woman & the patriot soldier. Before the soldier could even react Simon rode up on him & swoop down with the axe hitting him directly in the chest. The woman let out another ear piercing scream as the man’s blood splattered all over her floral dress. The patriot got up stumbling & groaned then lolled over in the grass, axe still in his chest. “Woah, boy.” Simon commanded as he tugged on Riley’s reigns.

Y/N now covered in blood was sobbing even louder. Her ankle was in excruciating pain & she was still trying to process what had happened. She heard the neigh of a horse & looked up. The man who had murdered the patriot was getting off of his horse. Her sobbing grew quieter as she watched him remove the axe from the man’s sternum with a crunch. Then he started to make his way over to her, panic started to course her veins. She tried to get up but groaned out after trying to put pressure on her ankle. With eyes closed she shuttered at that thought she too was to have the bloodied axe lodged in her chest. She felt his presence as he squatted down to look at her. Still shaking from fear, she opened her eyes. The masked red coat was staring right into her eyes.

“Are you alright miss?” He asked out of genuine concern. She shook her head no afraid to speak. “I bear no ill will, I just heard your cry for help & rode over.” He explained.

“Oh thank the lord,” she replied clutching the cross that rested upon her cleavage. “My ankle is broken I believe, I can’t get up.” She stated. The battle seemed to have started to die off as the sounds of musket fire started to dwindled.

“Let me take a look,” he said & grabbed her ankle. She hissed out in pain as he started to twist her ankle to examine it. “It’s not broken thankfully, but it’s definitely sprained.” He explained. “Let me take you the house where we’re being quartered for proper medical aid.” Simon placed the axe in a hostler on his belt & scooped the woman up in his arms. He walked over to were Riley was, Y/N holding her arms around his neck for dear life. He placed her on his saddle sideways then mounted his horse. With one hand on Y/N’s waist & one hand on the reigns they started towards the estate. She blushed how close she was to him, & how his hand held onto her waist so tightly. Y/N was familiar with the estate as it was a friend of her father’s.

Once there Simon hopped off of Riley, & carried Y/N into the house. They were greeted by the gentleman that owned the property & she was immediately brought upstairs to one of the bed chambers. Simon placed her down on the bed & one of the maids started to tend to her.

“I’ll come back up later to see how you’re doing,” He said, & turned away to go back downstairs to brief General Cornwallis.

“Wait,” Y/N choked out. “I never got your name.” He stopped in his tracks & turned around.

“Lieutenant Riley miss,” He replied with a bow. “And you?”

“My name is Y/N L\N.” She replied.

“I’ll be back up just after we’ve finished dinner.” After the maids had gotten her out of the blood stained dress & tended to her ankle they started to draw her a bath. Lord knows she needed one desperately. She needed to wash away whatever she had experienced today, except Simon. The masked lieutenant intrigued her. Being a gentle woman of society she never really had any experience with men other than suitors her father picked out for her. To see a man so rugged but yet so powerful save her swirled around her head.

She rested further up against the cloth draped tub. The view from the bed chamber she was in was immaculate. It overlooked the Hudson River & into Manhattan. Mixed with the candles surrounding her created the perfect ambiance for relaxation. One of the maids came in to pour more hot water into her bath, & even sprinkled in some citrus scent. Y/N was so enamored with the view she didn’t even notice the sound of a knock at the door, & the handle turning.

Simon had just finished his dinner, & had full intentions of going upstairs to check on the woman he had rescued. His fellow officers teased him a bit about his worry, & made crude comments about him deflowering her. He stood at her bed chamber door & knocked. No response. He tried again but again silence. He knew better then to walk in on a lady, but his anxiety was eating him alive to know how she was doing. As soon as he opened the door he regretted it. There was she was admiring the view from her window, naked in a bath tub.

Y/N felt a presence behind her, & thinking it was a maid turned around. To her shock there stood Lieutenant Riley.

“Oh my-“ She gasped & cupped her bare breasts trying to conceal her bosom. She was thankful her bottom half was conceal by the water & tub.

“Oh miss I do apologize.” He stammered out. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I best be leaving.”

“No wait!” Y/N said & sunk lower into the tub. “Stay, just close the door behind you.” He closed the door & locked the knob then took a seat on the sofa that sat in the middle of the room facing the lit fireplace. He could feel his trousers getting tighter as he took in the sight of the young woman. She looked ethereal like, those Grecian painting of Aphrodite or nymph. “You were right about my ankle. It’s a sprain.” Y/N said. He was still absolutely speechless at the sight in front of him. She rest her arms on the edge of the tub & laid her head down. “Why do you wear that mask?” She asked.

“To conceal my identity,” Simon replied. “I want to leave a peaceful life off the battlefield. I’ve taken many men’s lives in combat & I don’t want to die being avenged for some patriot.”

“I understand,” Y/N replied. “I just wish I could see your face, you saved me I have no one to avenge.” She bit her lip & that nearly set him over the edge.

“That’s true,” Simon replied gulping. “I mean it is kind of hot in here.” He said. “To hell with it.” He said & started to remove the mask some of the strings got tangled & he was clearly struggling to undo the knots.

“Come her silly,” She said & motioned for him to come over. Simon walked over to the tub trying to not look over the edge & kneeled down with his back turned to her. She very easily undid each knot & finally the mask was removed. He turned around & she let out a quiet gasp.

“What?” He replied confused as to what she was gasping at. His dirty blonde hair was all messed up & his cerulean eyes started back at her. She ran a wet hand over his cheek.

“You’re very handsome.” She replied blushing, taking in her very vulnerable state. Simon still fully dressed in his officers uniform & her nude as the day she was born. “Why don’t you join me?” She asked motioning to the tub. Her boldness surprised the both of them. It was almost as if Aphrodite herself took over.

“Oh I can’t-“ Simon started. He was cut by her standing up displaying her full wet figure to him. Her breasts were so plump & round they sat beautifully on her chest. His eyes trailed down to her well kept pubic area & took in the sight of her pussy. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left breast.

“I want you to join me.” She said & squeezed his hand on her breast. He pulled his hand away & started to take off his boots then the rest of his officers uniform. He climbed into the bath & took in the hot water. Hell he couldn’t remember the last time he took a hot bath, even the officers for the British army weren’t granted the luxury of hot bath water. Y/N scooted over towards him & he placed his hands on her waist pulling her in against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck & pulled him in for a deep kiss. His manhood was resting up against her inner thigh & was teasing her with every little movement. When they both came up for air she decided to drop the bombshell.

“Lieutenant, there’s something you should know,” she started. “I’m a virgin.” He was surprised she was a wealthy young woman who was waiting for a man to be suitable for her father. The most she had probably done was kiss a man.

“That’s alright,” he replied. “But do you want this?”

“Yes,” She replied softly kissing him again. He brought one hand down to start playing with her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips at the new sensation. “What are you doing?” She gasped out.

“I’m getting you ready for me,” he replied. “It’ll hurt more if I don’t darling.” He pushed one finger into her virgin cunt & started to pump. She whimpered into his shoulder & gripped into his biceps.

“Lieutenant, Christ.” She moaned. He kept pumping his finger in & out then added a second one. She let out an even louder whimper & he clamped a hand over her mouth.

“We can’t have that love now can we?” He asked. “Lord knows what they’d all do if they knew I was about to deflower you.” He pulled his fingers out & then helped her adjust her hips so it was right over his cock. “Now you still want to do this?” He asked for reassurance.

“Yes, I want this,” she whispered.

“It may hurt a bit love,” He explained. “We’ll take it little by little, okay?” She nodded in reply. He held his cock straight & helped her push down slowly. The pressure & the wonderful ache between her legs was euphoric. A small whimper escaped her lips as little by little she sank lower. Then they reached her hymen. “This may hurt the most love.” He said as he felt he barrier. “Remember little by little.” Slowly she felt him pop her cherry. She felt her barrier rip causing a painful sensation to shoot through her body. Her head was practically hidden in Simon’s neck as he finally pushed all the way in.

“You’re so big, Jesus.” She mumbled into his neck. He chucked a bit at her comment causing a vibrating sensation to make his cock twitch in her.

“I’m going to start moving you up & down love,” He said & slowly started to pull her up & down on his cock. The tight sensation of her virgin pussy made him grit his teeth. “Sweet mother of Mary.” He hissed as she slowly bounced up & down. The water around them sloshed the more she moved. His eyes darted down to her chest were her breasts were bouncing up & down. He brought his hands up to them & started to play with them. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the new sensation.

“You close love?” He asked as he took in the view of her. Her body radiated under the candle light.

“Oh God yes,” She sighed. “I’m about to-“ She cut herself off as she released all over him. He kept bouncing her up & down helping her through her orgasm.

“Darling I’m close to,” He grunted. It had been months since he had been with a woman, let alone a virgin. She was squeezing him so tightly. “Lord I’m about to release as well.” He groaned. He felt his cock start to twitch inside of her as he painted her cervix white. She fell into his chest & he wrapped his armed around her. They both smiled at each other & share little intimate kisses.

“Miss I have some warm water oh my-,” One of the maids started as she walked in on you two. “Oh I’ll be back later.” She said clearly embarrassed by intruding & closed the door. The two of you started to laugh a little at the situation.

“The whole house will know what we’ve done by the morning.” Simon stated.

“Oh why’s that?” Y/N asked.

“She’s a terrible gossip.” He replied kissing her shoulder.

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kyliegae · 11 months

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no one loves me like you do.

a/n : hi, this will be my debut fic, lol idk if this will even get any attention so if in any case that you do decide to read this, then thank you!<3 reader is also mentioned to be a yokai, so it's up to your imagination on what kind.

- pairing/s : raiden ei x fem!reader - warning/s : a little angst? lol, anyw this is sfw and kind'of fluffy so it's safe.

in which : all these years, you've been doing nothing but chase for the shogun's affection and now that you're tired of chasing, the shogun starts to miss your presence.

"greetings, your eternal excellency!"

your cheery gaze was met with a stone cold stare but you were used to it at this point. you were determined, you wanted her to atleast notice you-- the feelings you had. the pleasant moments you spent with her weren't enough, you wanted her to give you an answer so you could just move on with your life.

- but she was just as stubborn as you are.

"l/n y/n, had i not given you a stern scolding regarding matters like these?" her tone, if it could take on a physical form, it would have been the coldest ice block ever known to man but you were unfazed and proceeded to place the cloth wrapped bento in her hands. "i know but.. i brought you lunch, there's milk dango in there" you smiled sweetly at her and you felt a sense of pride too. you woke up really early to make these for her and making dango was no joke. "y/n, you have to stop. the behaviour you're showing is surely not befitting of a general, tsk"

ah, yes. you were one of her most favored generals. you could be childishly annoying for sure but when you held your weapon, you were a whole different person. of course, in order to get closer to the mighty archon, you took advantage of your abilities as a yokai and had to rise among the ranks of her army. after all, this pesky little scheme of yours went from just wanting to see her in person as you'd always admired the shogun's beauty since you were little to wanting to get your feelings across to the mighty archon. impossible as it may have seemed, here you are now.

so you shoved back the bento box in her hands, oblivious to the shogun's bad mood this morning.

Your continued persistence and her current thoughts about you had just made her snap at you without thinking. her naginata appeared in her hand and she swung it in front of you. catching you off guard, you clumsily dodged it causing you to fall on your bottoms.

"from this day onward, l/n y/n, you will be stripped of your rank and you shall be forbidden to set foot in the tenshukaku"

you stared at her in disbelief, this couldn't be true. you were a valued general, she could never dispose of you this easily-

"are you deaf, l/n?"

the blade of her weapon was now a few inches away from your throat and was barely touching your flesh but it felt like you were in pain in that particular region. Ah, it was because of the tears that you were trying to hold back in that moment. you couldn't cry in front of her.

"i never want to see you again, you are nothing but a nuisance. leave the palace or next time my blade will be the first thing to greet you"

you quickly got onto your feet and ran away as the sky suddenly went dark and lightning had started to strike the land around you. perhaps, you were too naive, too over confident and the realization made tears fell down your face all at the same time as the broken shards of your heart fell down to the floor.

"your eternal excellency! i'm back!"

"oh, what brings you here, l/n?" she asked, eyeing the box you had in your hands. she already knew what your agenda was, you had probably bought her something again. "sweet treats i got from liyue. i got them on my way back from the errand you assigned me, your excellency" you answered cheerfully, getting on one knee to offer it to your god. a giggle escaped her lips as she accepted it, smiling at you. the mere reaction you got from her was enough to make you swoon and pass out, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of her. "you never fail to amuse me, l/n. thank you for being so thoughtful"

moments like those convinced that the shogun cherished you, with all the sweet moments you had, but now you wholeheartedly believe that you were wrong.

- - -

it's been days, more than weeks, well over a month since you've come to visit the shogun.

admittedly, the shogun had become fond of you and had come to love the cheerful ambiance you bring with your presence. she found your puppy-like energy and warm smiles absolutely endearing and she had missed it- she missed you. she was baffled by how persistent you were with showing your admiration and adoration for her, it was no where near annoying, no, she was touched everytime you complimented her or bought her things you knew she liked. were you not afraid of her? did you not resent her atleast a little like the other citizens of inazuma did? the way you cared and loved her made her some type of way. it was different from the respect and love she got from her faithful worshippers, it was just different and it felt even more warm and genuine.

alas, it was because of these feelings that she had to push you away. she was afraid that the more you came close to her, the more you'd be in danger. she didn't want to see you end up the same fate her other yokai friends had suffered. she even stripped you of your rank just so you'd never have to be on the battlefield anymore. she was aware of your potential as a fighter, yes, but you were still a mortal despite being a yokai, making you delicate and fragile compared to her. she didn't want to see you end up the way her friends and loved ones did, no.

oh, but she needed you so bad. she craved you, she thought endlessly of you, she couldn't even meditate properly due to you suddenly popping up into her mind making her worry about how you were doing. she confided in yae miko about these feelings she had and imagine the confusion she felt when yae told her that she was inlove.

romantic feelings were things she thought was incapable of feeling, so she was sure that this wasn't that kind of love.

however yae was right. ei was craving to catch even just a glimpse of you. ei's mind had been filled with thoughts of you. she couldn't even meditate properly as you would just suddenly pop up into her mind and she'd start to grow anxious and worried about how you were doing. she couldn't find inner peace without you. the skies of inazuma were noticeably more darker and more upset whenever she was lost in her thoughts of you. ei just wanted to keep you safe, even if it hurt her to push you away.

"how are you so sure that she's more safe out there?"

those words from yae had struck ei with realization. she was right, pushing you away isn't the solution. she couldn't take it anymore and had hastily left her the grand shrine maiden, who held a smirk on her lips as she watched the troubled archon rush out of the tenshukaku.

ei hurried and made her way to your humble abode she was fairly familiar with. it wasn't like she was stalking you on your way home when you returned from battle heavily injured okay? she just wanted to make sure you were okay. anyway, that's beside the point. she took a deep breath before she would call out to you, but before she could even speak up. the sliding door to the entrance of your house had suddenly opened surprising both of you. both your eyes met and she was immediately caught in a trance.

oh your beautiful, pretty, mesmerizing eyes.

it had caught her off guard, which was probably why she was like this. oh but she missed seeing those eyes of yours, although it wasn't as cheerful and as alive as how she was used to see, you eyes were still so--

"u-uhm, your eternal excellency? you're.. kind'of in the way"

ei awkwardly shuffled to the side as she was pulled back to reality. oh, right, she was supposed to applogize to you today. ei looked at you and struggled to pick out the words to say. this certain scenario was unfamiliar to her. she wasn't really required to ask for forgiveness before, she was the god, she was the one people asked for forgiveness from. oh how embarrassing it'd be if people found out how you, a mere mortal yokai, could make her tremble and nervous just like this. "greetings, y/n. i came here.. to ask for your forgiveness" she finally managed to mumble, only loud enough for the both of you to hear.

although expected, she was hurt when you looked away and didn't smile at her. usually, you'd be gleaming at her brightly when she called you by your first name.

"oh, okay. you didn't have to, it's okay" was all you said, causing the air thicken between the both of you. ei looked at you with frustration and had finally given in ny grabbing both your hands. the sudden action had caused you to look at her with surprise and you found ei's troubled eyes, which had softened the time it's gaze caught your own.

"y/n, i'm really sorry. i know i have no right to say this, but i.. i just can't bare the feeling of being apart from you anymore"

now, you were the one who was caught off guard at her sudden confession. she kept talking on and on about how she only did all of that to protect you, how she refused to talk to you and had commanded the shogun to become colder to you with each passing day because of her being in denial that she was already falling in love with you. oh, you were happy to hear those words, you felt like you were floating in cloud 9, but when tears had started to fall down ei's cheeks you had finally decided that it was enough. the guilt was eating at ei already, so you pulled her face closer to you by caressing both sides of her cheeks while you wiped the tears away with your thumb.

"your eternal excellency-"

"ei, call me ei"

the sudden request had made you blush for sure, had she not been crying, you would've been a stuttering mess. it felt so intimate to be able to call her by that name, but you continued on.

"e-ei, please.. don't feel sorry anymore. you're forgiven, okay? don't feel guilty" you hushed her with such a gentle voice that soothed ei's aching heart and smiled warmly at her that all her worries just melted away in an instant. she sniffed, letting go of your hands to wrap her arms around your waist to pull you closer, breathing in your scent as she placed her head on your shoulder.

"although, i find it quite disappointing that you think i'm that weak that you had to remove me from my position" you joked in attempts to enlighten the mood a little, but ei reacted to that with a panicked face, thinking that you were genuinely offended. "no! no, it's not that i underestimate you-" before she'd go back to the guilty mess she was earlier, you quickly placed a kiss on her cheek and laughed at her flustered expression. "relax, ei. it was a joke" you said, finding her unawareness adorable. it was this side of ei that you had come to love, that made you see her more than just the cold and heartless ruler everyone else had described her to be. with a content sigh, she pulled you back into her embrace, her lips on your forehead as she held you close.

"i.. i love you, ei" you whispered with a smile, you had finally got your feelings across. you felt so accomplished, so complete and no amount of mora could make you feel this way.

ei felt so warm and she had finally accepted these foreign feelings in her chest, not wanting to lose you again. you were her weakness, she had to accept that. it was only you who made her feel this way, you were the remedy to all her troubles. you were everything to her. with a hand tangled all up in your hair, she finally allowed herself to be completely vulnerable as she said the words ;

"i love you too, y/n. no one loves me like you do"

#raiden shogun x reader #raiden ei x reader #raiden ei #genshin impact women #raiden shogun #raiden shogun x female reader

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dinaanana · 3 months

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What If Verlaine Trained Teenager!Reader?

the Character is from Stormbringer Novel

synopsis: Fluff/Crack

Paul Verlaine x Teenager!Reader (Platonic!)

(He's so pretty)

(Pretend you're Also a stormbringer Character aswell)

So first of all This Man is strict asf. so Brace Yourselves

(Didn't he also Train Kyouka and Gin? Yeah)

There's no problem with training you either

If you already know Any type of Martial Arts or MMA he's Glad to hear that.

When he Looks at you working out and f you do Something he doesn't like? You get the exercises wrong? He's making you Do 50 Push ups 50 Sit Ups and yeah☠️

And if you're still lazy Then you'll be doing 100 instead of 50 (He is really nice isn't he)

(Obv he trains You in his musty ass Basement)

Sometimes Chuuya Watches As His big Brother Trains you He's just Standing there like 🧍 while you're fighting for your own Life

And when you look at him with Tired eyes and drenched In sweat Asking for Help? he just Smirks and Shakes his Head

Verlaine doesn't care about Your age if you're young or not if you think that you're young and he's gonna go easy on you Nah you're wrong .

You're Training to be an Assassin for the Port mafia. After all

Not only he teaches you martial arts but he also teaches you how to use A gun a Knife Anything for self defence

''Oh my god I'm tired'' You whine as you Lay on your back all sweaty and breathing heavily

'Did I hear something?'' He Looks down At your lying form

''I- no-'' You know what's coming Next.

''Im not deaf,You're doing 100 push ups and 100 sit ups Right now.'' He Says in Stern tone with his French accent

We also Know that To become an Assasin you have to get used to Alot of Gore.

I mean You gotta see some Gorey shit everyday You're a Mafioso After all.

Training with him is Bit Intense

But you'll become Stronger and It boosts your confidence Everyday Around other Ppl soo It's worth it 100%

You're literally being trained By king of Assassin's how could you not be strong I mean.. you can knock Down 10 Grown men With Just Using your fists

After Years of training He asks you to have Hand to hand combat With Him

Well you put up A great right but you still lose ''You may not win against me But you put Up a great fight.Thing The Members older than you in Port Mafia can't do..'' He Says

(Bro the things I'll do To be trained by This Man omg I don't mean it cuz I simp for him and not in A creepy way tho☠️)

After Training for like Years You go on your first Mission and guess what

When you come back With the mission accomplished

You go down in the basement to tell him the News but he already knows That,Ge Comes near you looking down at you and He Pats u on Shoulder ''Good Job.'' with His French accent.

He's like a Proud dad when his Kid Gets high score in elementary school omg

He also Tells you to read books (If you don't like reading them) He'll tell you That Assasin Are suppose to be Smart and not dumb Like you (Not to Insult you just to Get you to read Them)

You agree after that and ask him what type Of books you shall read and he Suggest you to read Some detective Books By Some Authors Like Agatha Christie and etc.

And if you already read Alot of books? he praises you and tells you you're doing Great

(Except If you read Wattpad stories ☠️)

Anyways

Training with him is Amazing but Very I mean very exhausting even thought you Barely Can walk after all the Exercises and Training

Id rate him

10/10 tho

#bsd x you #bsd stormbringer #paul verlaine #bsd verlaine #verlaine x reader #sigma bungou stray dogs #bsd fandom

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book-place · 1 year

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Sight and Sound

Warnings: mentions of bad living situations and terrible parenting, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader

Request: Matt Murdock x deaf!Reader (child) ?? Not completely deaf, but has trouble hearing. I'll let you use ur imagination for this one! Hope ur not too busy :)

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made

A/N: Did I run out of ideas at the end? Yes. Is it painfully obvious? Also yes

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

It was ironic really, that’s why Foggy jokingly called the two of you The Eyes and The Ears.

You had the best eyesight of anyone you had ever met, and Matt had the best ears of anyone he had ever met.

But this was the ironic part, you were hard of hearing and Matt was blind.

The two of you were quick to become attached at the hip when you first met, looking- and listening- out for one another in ways that the other couldn’t do for themselves.

Your first meeting was about two years ago, when you were six years old, your parents had ditched you on the streets due to your hearing problems and Matt had just so happened to stumble upon you- literally.

He had been so tired that day that he forgot to keep his senses fully open, so he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and who was around him. You had been leaning up against the side of a building, arms wrapped around your legs to try and protect yourself from the harsh winds of the day, staring down at the pavement and unaware of the man quickly approaching.

Your head had snapped up with wide eyes as Matt tripped over your small body, catching himself on the side of the building right before he fell.

“Oh god,” As soon as he regained his balance he quickly whipped around to face you, “I’m so sorry.”

From a young age, you had been able to read lips very well, it being one of the only ways you could understand others.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, “It’s okay, Mr.” The pitch of your voice was higher than he thought necessary, but he shrugged it off.

“Are you alright?” He asked in worry, sensing how young you were and beginning to let his mind wander as to what you were doing on the ground in the middle of the street.

You squinted your eyes and leaned your head forward a little bit, “Can you repeat that, please?”

He frowned, thinking he had spoken at a normal level, but repeated himself anyway.

“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, shuffling your feet back and forth against the pavement, embarrassment rising up in your mind when you realized you had made him go out of his way just because you couldn’t hear him, “I’m hard of hearing.” You explained.

That’s when it all made sense. Not being able to realize he was coming. Your loud tone. The way you needed him to repeat himself.

“That’s alright.” He made sure to enunciate his words a little bit when he spoke up again.

Without really thinking about it, his mouth had opened and he blurted out an offer, for you to stay with him once it was evident that the reason you were on the street was because you were homeless.

At first, you had hesitated, but something told you that you could trust the man, so you agreed.

Now, two years later, the two of you were inseparable and for the first time in your life, you had a good home, a safe one, where you didn’t have to worry about the fact that you were hard of hearing, never having to be ashamed of it.

“Hey,” Matt called, flickering the lights a little bit as he entered your room in order to get your attention.

You looked up from where you were drawing at your desk with a smile to the man who had become your best friend over the years. But even more than that, he became your father.

“Want to go out for lunch?” Though he knew that you could hear him slightly and could read his lips even better, he used his hands to still sign what he was saying.

When you had first moved in with him, you had revealed that back when you had a home, a kind neighbor had taught you sign language so that you could communicate better with others around you.

Immediately, Matt had insisted that you taught him, even if he couldn’t see, he wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and taken care of as possible.

Countless hours had been spent sitting under blankets, nestled on the couch side by side, your hands gently guiding his to teach him.

You grinned in return to his request, even though he couldn’t see it, and jumped up from your seat, letting out a small ‘whoop’ in reply.

After quickly slipping your shoes on, the two of you left the apartment, arms looping together unconsciously on instinct, leading one another with your eyes, the other with ears.

While you would let him know when to cross the road, he would be the one to make sure there were no oncoming cars.

He tapped on your arm to get your attention and stop you from walking so that you wouldn’t have to divide your attention from trying to hear him and read his lips and leading the way for the both of you, “Do you want to try that new place near the grocery store?”

You shrugged, making sure to brush your arm up against his so that he could feel the movement, “Don’t care.” You echoed back, trying to be loud above the city noises even though you knew he could hear you just fine.

He paused, thinking, before nodding his head, “Let’s go there.”

You nodded before leading the way, winding through the streets and crowds of people, arm never dropping from Matt’s.

When you finally made it, the welcoming smell of food and feel of warmth hit both of you like a train as you entered, you looking around curiously and the older man tilting his head to the side to listen.

“Well, well,” An all too familiar voice sounded from the side, “If it isn’t The Ears and The Eyes.”

Both of you perked up at the sound of your friend and you dropped Matt’s arm with a grin, “Foggy!” You cheered, rushing over to hug the man.

He gladly returned to favor with a large laugh and smile, playfully scooping you up and spinning you around while Matt smiled as he listened to the interaction.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here, Foggy,” The man told his best friend with a smile and he shrugged.

“Figured I’d try out the new place, seems like you two had the same idea.” He placed you to the ground and quickly ruffled your hair affectionately, “Come on, I already have a table, so I suppose you two knuckleheads can join me.”

“I’m not a knucklehead!” You protested with a giggle, “He is!”

“No, you too.” Though Foggy said that, he was really winking and signing to you that it was really just Matt, to which you laughed even harder.

The brown haired man pretended not to notice that the two of you were having a secret conversation as he followed you to the table.

As he listened to the two of you interact, he couldn’t help but allow the smile that sat upon his face to grow, happier than anything that everything was going so well with you. That he had grown to love you like a daughter.

We are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #child reader #matt murkdock x reader platonic #matt murdock #matt murdock x child reader #foggy nelson x reader #foggy nelson #foggy nelson x child reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #daredevil x child reader

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eusion · 1 month

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hi!! i love love love your stories... can I request a meet-cute she fell first he fell harder situation with k, please!🥹🖤 tysm <3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪the last train at 25 o'clock ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ k x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.2k

note ⌒☆ thank u sm anon! that means so much genuinely...... this req really sparked my creativity tonight i had to do it so quick!!! i hope u enjoy <333 this is not proofread btw..

the last train leaves the platform leaving two people behind

the echo of the bell sinks into the night

if we hold hands and look up at the starry sky, you and i will fly alone through the night

rapid puffs of air from your labored breathing can be seen in the cold of the night, the fast steps faltering as you become exhausted from sprinting to your local train station. you severely underestimated the time it’d take you to get from your apartment to the station, leaving your hair in a nest and your scarf nearly falling off of your shoulders. the sound of your luggage rolling against the pavement becomes quiet as you come to a halt in front of the empty train tracks. your eyes dart quickly from your phone to the sign above that says 'train has departed'. you can barely catch your breath, not letting yourself get a break as you mentally beat yourself up for your poor time management, cursing under your breath.

"i knew i should have left earlier..."

the sounds of your own battle with yourself completely made you deaf to the other pair of footsteps running towards the same tracks. you look up through your eyelashes, not expecting to see such a tall man right next to you.

his cheeks were flush, breath not as heavy as yours was, hair falling nicely against his forehead with some strands blowing oh so softly. he goes through the same routine: checking his phone, looking up at the sign and then mentally cursing at himself.

it was only a few seconds later he glances over, finally noticing you as you both bare your own luggage, sharing the same fuck up that could of been avoided.

a smile grows on the man's face, finally realizing how ridiculous this whole situation is. his cheeks lift up and his plump lips even out to frame his white teeth.

his head tilts, furrowing his brows as he opens his mouth.

"looks like we're stuck here.. until the next train at least"

"i think this was the last train.."

you respond, head hanging low as you shuffle your feet together. you're not sure why you're doing this.

the feeling of shame from missing your train?

being nervous about talking to this random handsome man?

your head picks up at the sound of a large sigh. the man looks like he's about to lose it... his laughs becoming more frequent. hysterical, almost.

"hah, i live two hours away... no way i can commute back, and this late?"

he finds himself walking towards a bench as if he's given up on everything he's ever worked towards. your legs follow suit as you place yourself down right next to him, leaving a little room to breathe.

when you looked up at the sky the stars shined the brightest that night, planes blinking out of your line of sight. you've never seen this kind of view from your apartment window, stars always being clouded by the city lights that polluted it. maybe tonight was supposed to happen.

"i can stay here with you if you would like... i wouldn't want to keep you waiting out in the cold by yourself"

your tone was soft and quiet, your fingers fidgeting at your knit sweater. god knows that out of the both of you, you were definitely the coldest sitting out here. how you would kill to just take the next fifteen minutes walking home to the warmth of your room than sit out here for however long. of course, something, or rather someone, begged you to stay.

"that'd be nice. spending it with someone is far better than alone"

"what's your name?"

"yudai, you?"

"y/n"

your conversation was exchanged through several short sentences and soft sighs. at this point your ears were threatening to freeze off of your head. you kept your smile wide and you suddenly cared about how your hair fell against your face as you were talking to him.

yudai decided to call his friend to come pick him up from the station while you two were exchanging conversations. all you could think about was how you had two hours left together, which did not feel like nearly enough.

you kept your hands in your pockets, filled with hand warmers that you brought yourself plus the ones yudai gave to you on hand. you already know it's going to take you an arm and a leg to get you to throw these things away once you get home.

'do i like a stranger?'

a crush seemed like a better term. you didn't want to label your feelings so quickly, anyone would feel butterflies for yudai. but this moment seemed too niche and intimate for you to not feel a single thing for him.

"how long until your friend gets here?"

"want to get rid of me that badly?"

you scoff, bumping at his shoulder playfully.

"of course"

"about forty-five minutes"

it was interesting seeing how easy you could get along with yudai in such a short amount of time. the night seemed endless to the both of you. watching airplanes fly away and listening to the sounds of the occasional car driving past felt like something out of a movie.

you didn't want it to end, and neither did he.

twenty minutes fly by, your head now comfortably resting on his shoulder as he rants about his own life back in his hometown. your silent nods and hums are appreciated by him, he knows you're exhausted at this point.

god also knows you would have invited him back to your apartment in a heartbeat if you could, spending these cold nights under the warmth of your heated blankets.

"thank you for spending your time here with me.i really appreciate it, y/n"

quiet hums turned into soft breathing on your end, eyes fluttered shut with your lips slightly parted.

his cold, white hands maneuver your loose hair around your ear. yudai was freezing, even with you right next to him. all of his hand warmers made their way over to your pockets, his own feeling barren and empty. softly, his head leans on top of yours, careful not to disturb your rest.

he looks back up at the sky, the moon shining the brightest he's ever seen, light stretching over the pitch black like a panorama. it feels like he's reenacted this scene a thousand times over in his head. oh, how he wishes he could have more than two hours with you.

his heart is beating the hardest at this point, afraid it might wake you up.

“ten more minutes.." he mumbles after checking on the text notification from his friend.

his head still leans comfortably against you as he begins to rest his own eyes. the hand warmers have turned cold at this point with the only thing keeping yudai from freezing was the scarf shared around both of your necks. his body scrunches in towards you, wanting to spend these last ten minutes in a shared silence. yudai is only slightly worried about his friend seeing him cuddled up with a random woman, worried that his friend might think he's the creep.

minutes began to feel like seconds when his friend texts him again, "five minutes".

but he doesn't bother to open his eyes, hoping to bask a bit more in this moment. his chest puffs up, slowly breathing out before letting out a whisper.

"let's meet each other here again, y/n."

#&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team k

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crazylittlejester · 1 month

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I return with a short list of headcannons

Twilight has anemia. He is so pale despite being a farm boy and the only farm boy I knew who was as pale as him also had anemia. Give this boy some iron supplements pls.

You may think Wild and Hyrule are the problem children when together, but if you added Four it's as if you sent three overly hyper children into a candy store. Zero brain cells are to be found.

Every bird loves Sky. Every. Single. One. He has Disney princess vibes.

Warriors cannot sing for the life of him. You know Scuttle from the Little Mermaid? Thats what he sounds like.

Fairies love Hyrule and Time so much that it isn't uncommon to see the small balls of light attempt to "kidnap" them. (Which in reality is just them repeatedly hitting themselves against the two since they can't push them, and it's adorable.)

Time, in his youth, would starve himself since he was so used to eating very little. Malon threatened to throw a cow at him if he didn't start eating. Time hasn't starved himself since.

Wind believes babies come from storks and I will die on that hill.

Legend, despite what many others headcannon for him, is religious. I like to think that he doesn't worship Hylia, but Farore.

Twilight is also religious, but for the light spirits. I like to think that Ordon's religion is simular to our paganism.

All the Links (minus Legend and Wind) experienced horrible sea sickness when they first got on Tetra's boat.

Twilight has a prosthetic arm after his arm was cut off during his adventure. You know the "need a hand" joke? That's how he revealed his prosthetic to the chain. He threw his arm to Sky, causing the man to pass out out of shock and horror (since Skyloft hasn't made the medical advancements for prosthetics!)

Cats love the Links, even if Four is deathly afraid of them. It's because the remlets loved Sky back when they existed.

Thanks for sharing these I had fun reading them!! I’m sorry it took me so long to respond to ur ask, I wanted to make sure I had enough time to read through all of them and respond :)

- Oooh Twilight with anemia is interesting. I personally headcanon that Twilight has one of the darkest skin tones of the bunch, along with Sky and Hyrule, while Legend and Time are the two palest

- Four to me gives off incredibly responsible energy, but when you pair him with someone else, he goes nuts and gets real silly real quick

- SKY DISNEY PRINCESS REAL. That boy has sung and held out his hand and a bird has landed in it, I just know it.

- I actually have a fic series I wrote where Wars was just completely tone deaf but did not let that stop him from screaming along to the radio. I think normal Wars would secretly be a decent singer but be bad on purpose because its a skill he’s anxious about

- I headcanon that fairies will just it in Time’s hair and let him walk around and carry them, and that they also do this to Hyrule and Wild as well

- I have a similar headcanon that Time used to only live off of nuts and fruits and cried the first time he saw Malon kill a cow for food. He’s over it now, but he’s still upset if he has to see it happen and will not kill an animal himself

- WIND ABSOLUTELY BELIEVES THAT AND I THINK HE’D CRY IF SOMEONE TOLD HIM OTHERWISE

- As far as the Links and religion go, I don’t think any of the hate Hylia, I think some are a bit bitter but I think at the end of the day they all know its not her fault. And yes to Legend worshipping Farore and Twilight the light spirits!

- I would like to add that I don’t think Wild would get sea sick. But all the others? Dead. Gone actually. One boat ride and they’re on the floor. Sky’s been in boats before but he hates them

- Twilight with a prosthetic arm would be an absolute menace to society oh good god 😭😭😭 (I’m obsessed with this headcanon btw, i love it)

- CATS LOVING LINKS BECAUSE REMLITS LOVED SKY IS SO CUTE. TEARS IN MY EYES RN THAT’S ADORABLE.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe headcanons #jes talks #jes ask

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 4 days

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OC questionnaire

Thanks to @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @elsie-writes here, and @dyrewrites here!

My last questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here!

Below the cut I'll do: Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ!

#1- Liam

Which color do you hate?

“Beige. Oh my God, it's just a boring color. I thought that we were past this. Different shades of beige and brown are being used to be the ~aesthetic~ of so many people on Tiktok. Ma'am, where are you from, Boringsville??? I'm not dissing brown. Brown is a great color. But beige??? Who thought this would look nice on anything, much less everything? Why are all of your walls beige--you look like you live in a sandcastle. Man, I feel bad for Hye-Jin. Her powers appear beige! You poor thing. I have brown. An awesome color, remember. So earthly. Anyway, beige can go die with the sand in the Yukon River Basin for all I care. If I go into your house and see one beige wall, I'm leaving. A rainbow is weeping. You disgraced the rainbow. How dare you.”

If all the sounds in the world would cease to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

“I don't see the point in making me choose a favorite sound. Also, how do you know sound stopped? Ceased to exist? Sound exists as a vibration through matter. Why would that vibration suddenly stop? How do you know we didn't all just go deaf? That's a significantly more logical explanation than sound disappearing. And if you think I don't have an answer and am just avoiding the question, you're very mistaken. I'd miss people's voices. For a variety of reasons. Connection, analyzing tone, nuances of emotion or thought, even my own voice. Sure, I'd be able to learn a gesture-based language--I am not saying voice is the most important thing to hear. But considering I like a good oral debate, I would still miss it, even if it would take me time to adjust to the new mode of speaking. Next!”

What is the first rule you learned as a child?

“You are going to have to rebel and argue your way out of everything. You may or may not be able to tell, but I am a strongly opinionated person. I can make an argument out of everything. Knowing how to back stuff up with logic and facts to get your way. Push and push and push. Know your shit. If you're wondering how this was the first rule I learned, one of my first memories is refusing to eat my carrots because they were bad. I was...three and a half maybe. And I told my mom, 'if I eat these carrots, I will throw up, and then I'd have to eat more food, and you get mad when food is wasted'. I then ate carrots and threw up. Never had to eat them again.”

#2- Hye-Jin

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

“Oh, oh no. First day of class, kindergarten. I had to introduce myself in front of the class. I was so excited for my first day of class. I wore this cute little dress, my hair in high pigtails and bows. But when I stood in front of everyone else, I got so sick I threw up. I think I ate something like prune juice in the morning. My dress was ruined. Had to be walked to the nurse to change. Wore that the rest of the day.”

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

“Food, water, and shelter. Sunscreen. I'm not pale, but that doesn't mean I'll be protected from UV rays. I would like a change of clothes just so I feel clean. I wouldn't mind bringing one person along with me, but you said what, so that may not be an option. But I really think I could do it.”

What is your favorite animal?

“I actually really like snakes. They're super cool in terms of design. Love reading about them, and I have a snake themed room!”

#3- Wendy

What is your favourite animal?

“Changes depending on the day. Yesterday it was tigersharks. Today it's a water dragon. Tomorrow it may be a capybara.”

Do you have any obscure skills? What are they?

“I can basket weave. Some people think that's obscure.”

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be?

“More hours in the day so I can do what I want to do.”

#4- Wade

What is your favorite song?

“Rasputin. How can you not love that song? Mr. Brightside is up there, too.”

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

“I like both. You need a balance in life. But thought-provoking in general. I like thinking about things, analyzing them. Not necessarily sadder stories, but thought-provoking.”

What is your favorite type of weather?

“I like it warm and sunny, but enough cloud coverage. The kind of weather where everything is greener, that makes you say out loud, 'it sure is a beautiful day.'”

#5- Issa

When is the last time you were afraid?

“Last week, I was staying up late working on an essay. I was home alone--something I rarely am with six siblings. It was eerily quiet. I already felt uncomfortable. I was on the phone with Alex, multitasking, so I could have someone to talk to to ease my nerves. She got up to pee, which left me alone in my living room for a few minutes. In that time, I heard a banging on our garage door. It was harsh, constant. I thought someone was trying to break in. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Alex got back on the line then. I would've felt much better if whatever that was happened any other time.”

Does the fear haunt you still?

“Not really. It was only a minute, maybe two. Took about an hour talking to Alex. But I stopped working on my essay for the rest of the night. Not that I didn't try, but Alex convinced me to stop when I couldn't concentrate due to my heart pounding.”

What do you do when you're afraid?

“What's with all the fear questions? Well, I usually stand my ground. I yelped a bit when that happened. I was frozen for a bit, but I actually was about to get up to check what the banging was when it stopped.”

#6- CJ

What was your favorite toy as a child?

“I had little mini figurines of a bunch of Puppets* characters. I liked them because most of my playtime consisted of me ordering them based on height. After I lined them up, I would play. I also liked burying a bunch of rubber balls in the yard, leaving them there for, like, a week, then digging them up again. My shovels were definitely a favorite. There was also some cool Alii tech thing that simulated growth of a plant. The entire life cycle, in fact. Man, that was awesome.”

What makes you laugh every time you see it?

“Issa and Alex invite us to their improv shows each Friday. Issa is the best at anything they give her. I could watch her all day. She loves putting inside jokes in her skits for me, and is great at linking back previous gags. And then Alex wins Can You Ask a Question? each time. But it's hilarious how she and Issa interact. One time, Wendy laughed harder than I'd ever seen, and she spit out her drink. Then this one asshole Ellie slipped on it during her turn. So yeah, the improv shows.”

Who is the most annoying person you know?

“Issa is annoyingly optimistic sometimes, but that's why I love her. Parker is also a bit annoying at times, but he's funny as shit, so I don't care. Gabriel is quite annoying. Everyone tells me that we're very similar, but I don't see it. Honestly, yeah, it's Ellie. I didn't want to say she was annoying cause she's mainly rude. She's constantly making fun of me for everything I do. Like she doesn't like how organized and specific I am for some reason. She asked for a pencil once, and I told her no, I have my pencils for a very specific reason, and don't let anyone else use them. I think she's hated me ever since. It's probably not as petty as that, unless it is. I don't know. Thankfully, I don't know her well enough to answer that question.”

*this universe's Muppets

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— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑!

SUMMARY. it isn't easy being a heart catcher, much less when the hearts you caught belonged to the yashiro commissioner and his retainer. [VAPORIZE]

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, thoma + GN!reader.

GENRE. fluff, crack-ish, love triangle.

CW. reader is an inazuman noble and is referred to with "mx", not a poly relationship (they have friendly catfights over you), reader just stays unbothered throughout the whole thing.

THOUGHTS. my entry for the elemental supercharge collab by @zhongrin! this turned out so diff from my first draft, but i still hope i did this justice. good luck being sandwiched between these two (you'll need it for your sanity)! <3

✰ masterlist.

As the heir of a respected clan in Inazuma, you were always expected to master many types of talents such as performing a tea ceremony, negotiation, wielding a blade, and more. Catching hearts, however, was never on your list — and not to mention, two of them at the same time.

[ HYDRO | Pillar of Fortitude ]

KAMISATO AYATO is never shy to admit that he finds beauty in your resilience from the start... Or at least, resilience in rejecting his advances, that is.

You're always so professional, always so firm in keeping your composure — but to him, that just adds to your appeal as if you're a locked treasure chest and Ayato is having the time of his life trying to find the right key to you. Needless to say, he seeks enjoyment from trying to crack that mask of yours.

The sweet tone in his voice that has the intent to charm, the glint in his eyes when he looks at you. Just the way he acts when you're around already speaks enough of his fondness for you. It isn't hard to notice; if the Commissioner's mood seems awfully good, that must mean your name is somewhere on the list of visitors that day.

Not to mention, the touches that linger longer than necessary and the excuses that roll off his tongue like second nature just so he can stay close to you. All of these quirks of his just further incite the urge inside you to give him a good knock on the head... if it weren't for the fact that you have a reputation to keep up.

Oh, goodness, there he goes again with that look in his eyes. Have your previous words fallen on deaf ears, you wonder? You place your teacup down with a heavy sigh, "...Lord Kamisato, you are staring."

Ayato smiles, faux innocence shining from his face so naturally like sunlight. He hides his fit of chuckles behind his hand, "Pardon me. It seems I was lost in your eyes again, can you repeat what you were saying just now?"

The frown on your face is clear. A clear as its purpose to become an armor so it can distract the insufferable male from noticing the way you faltered a little and you emphasize, a little, at his words. You huff defeatedly, "Fine, I shall start again."

(...Really, how does he say all that with such a straight face?)

But Ayato knows. He can see how you're itching to chuck an object at him and how badly you want to roll your eyes at his sweetened compliments. Well, he wouldn't go as far as to call himself a true sadist — but maybe, that sight of annoyance on your face only makes him fall for you even harder. Who would've thought the Yashiro Commissioner is someone who enjoys being loathed as his love language? (Does this mean he is also a masochist, then? Albeit, an odd one.)

Seriously, what are you going to do with him? Seeing as you're the current heir to a bloodline that has worked with the Kamisato Clan for generations, it seems there is no avoiding him. The only thing you can do is to curse fate for letting you be born in the same timeline as this brat of a man, probably.

But Ayato certainly stays true to what the gods have gifted him, for he is as suffocating as the properties of his Hydro Vision. Curse him and his pretty face. (...So, you do think he is pleasant on the eyes, after all?)

[ PYRO | Protector From Afar ]

On the other hand, THOMA is almost untrue to the Vision he holds for he is anything but the feeling of a scorching blaze. But he is so passionate, so intent on helping others that you'd understand why he was chosen by such a fiery element — and strangely, his flames are the kind that you wouldn't mind throwing yourself at and you're sure many people agree.

The retainer of the Kamisato Clan is so welcoming, so comforting to the point that just the mere sight of his face is able to lift up your spirits. Like a pat on the shoulder or an unspoken whisper that everything will be alright, whether that be because of his 'fixing' skills or just that bright smile on his lips.

The amount of adoration he has for you is not a well-hidden secret either. Why else would he fumble and fret so much every time you come by? Some may say that it's common sense since you are an important guest, thus it is natural that he wants to treat you well. But that is what others would say and Thoma can speak for himself — and as such, he can say with certainty that he likes you. Or why else would his heart flutter so much when you're around?

Even amidst any sort of rush, he'd still drop anything and everything for you.

In fact, he is very willing to; a fact that he learnt when one day, you came to visit and he wasn't there to greet you per usual. It is only when he was trudging up the steps to the Kamisato Estate after some business in Ritou that he was informed of your presence. And goodness, Thoma has never run so fast before in all his life!

"Mx. [Y/N], when did you get here? Did you wait long? Has anyone prepared tea for you yet? I'm so sorry, I just got back from an errand. Hold on, let me—"

"Relax," you chuckle, shaking your head politely at the genuine panic in his voice. "I arrived merely some moments ago. And no, I told the staff I'd wait for you so you'll be the one to make the tea like always," you state calmly.

You say that so casually... but why does Thoma feel like his heart just skipped a beat and is struggling to catch up? Maybe, his heart is overreacting.

"Oh, y-you did?" He stutters upon hearing your words, as if his breath has been knocked out of his lungs and all he can think about is you. Both of them are true.

"Yes, I did," you affirm with a smile.

Yep, his heart is definitely overreacting and definitely not racing a mile faster.

Gosh, where should he start? He likes how composed you are, how you try to quieten your laughter when all he wants is to hear it clearer, how you smile at him and make him feel so appreciated when he does something for you. Oh, how he really, really likes you; something he has told Taroumaru many times before whenever it is quiet and empty inside Komore Teahouse.

Thoma knows his place as a servant where his status is way lower than you are but still, it doesn't lessen these feelings in his chest... Maybe, he is more than qualified to be called the exact definition of lovesick.

[ VAPORIZE | And thus, chaos ensues. ]

When water meets fire or vice versa, it will result in a mist of vapor; either an engulfing one or a haze that brushes against your skin softly. That is what you know according to the laws of nature, so what in the name of the Shogun is this clashing aura lingering in the air?

You've already grown quite immune to AYATO's teasing and eccentric remarks, so much so that it should be considered a skill of yours now. But for some reason, there are times where he seems more spirited to do his worst than usual and if you connect the dots, the sole factor for this occurrence leads to... THOMA?

It isn't unusual for a commissioner and their retainer to be in one room, but being in the same room as them brings about a whole new meaning. Everything just turns into a domino effect; when you talk, another responds, then the other disagrees. These are the moments when you remember that both Ayato and Thoma don't necessarily see eye to eye at times and thus, here you are, caught in the middle.

"My Lord, I don't think that is a good idea," comes the hesitant plea of a certain blond. The one who sits across from him raises an eyebrow, resting a hand on his chin and sporting a dignified tone.

"I didn't know you had such an interest in politics," the commissioner regards the former with a hum. "Or is it our guest that you're interested in?" Ayato continues, a wide smile too far-fetched to be called harmless chipped onto his lips.

"W-what?! No, no, I just think that we can choose another way to make things easier for Mx. [Y/N] than that one. Doing that would put too much on their plate," Thoma stammers out his reason like a deer caught in the headlights but rather solidifying his defence as intended, he only looks a tad more sillier than before.

How thoughtful of these two to care so much to the point of bickering — but you're very much an independent person who is more than capable of making their own decisions, respectfully.

But these two have been at it for a while now, you muse to yourself as you sip your tea quietly. Should you interrupt or should you enjoy this stand-up comedy show a little bit longer?

"I was already thinking of buying them gifts as my compensation, but you're acting as if I am heartlessly subjecting them to this. I thought you would know me better. I'm quite offended, Thoma."

"My Lord, please—"

Okay, you're going to sip this tea and watch just a little bit longer.

Naturally, you remain on the neutral side like the fence in between two quarreling neighbors. Their squabbles can be very amusing at times, irritating the next, or even both simultaneously. Sometimes, you don't even know the end of it — but what you do know is that neither of them back down easily.

However, there is something you'd like to point out. In most cases involving an employer and employee, the latter would have had no say in any matters that belonged to their master... But as you watch the banter between Ayato and Thoma, this doesn't seem to be the case in the Kamisato Estate and somehow, it warms your heart.

To know that Thoma feels comfortable enough around his employers to be able to express his opinions, to know that both Ayato and Ayaka are the ones who enabled Thoma to feel as such because they don't see him as just a servant. In Inazuma where the value of traditions and honor is important as eternity that the Raiden Shogun chased, it is the type of bond you've never seen before, the type of bond that makes you smile.

Everyone in the Kamisato Estate is so full of surprises, aren't they? ...Though, it might be better if you start discussing business with Ayaka instead of these two from now on. Just to save everyone (and yourself) in this property from their incessant disputes over you.

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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“Steeeeeeeve!” Robin sings as she throws open the front passenger door, in a tone that sounds like she might actually burst if she doesn’t tell Steve whatever juicy news she’s procured in the single hour they’ve been apart while her parents forced her to attend church. “Wait,” she frowns, looking into the car. “Why are you sitting here?”

Steve shoots her a tired smile from the passenger seat and reaches out to squeeze her hand. Eddie waves from the driver’s side, Dustin chirps “Hi, Robin!” from behind Eddie’s head, and she nods a quick hello to them both before turning back to Steve. “Thought I was about to kick Eddie out of my seat,” she says, and okay, rude. “Is it your ear again?”

“Yeah, it’s doing the thing,” Steve says mildly as he climbs out of the car. Eddie scoffs. Pretty understated way of saying ‘I’m probably going deaf from all the head trauma and my ear aches and it’s not always safe for me to drive,’ but whatever.

Steve pauses to hug Robin — kinda squeezes the life out of her, lifts her up and shakes her like he’s trying to knock pennies loose from her frilly dress pockets — and then he hops into the back with Dustin.

“Dude,” Dustin says, sounding so disappointed. “You’re really gonna give up shotgun just like that?”

Steve smacks the back of his head. Dustin yelps “Ow!” and then mutters, “Jerkwad.”

“Shithead,” Steve thumps him again. They tussle for a second until Steve gets him in a headlock, ripping the kid’s hat off and ruffling his hair with a triumphant fist, and Dustin says, “Get off me! This is child abuse, I’m telling mom!”

“She’ll never believe you,” Steve grins, “but go ahead.”

“What the hell are you wearing?” Eddie asks Robin once everyone settles in, because she looks like she’s been forced to wear Nancy’s clothes again.

Robin and Steve mean-mug him in tandem, doing their freaky soulmate sync up shtick, and Robin sniffs, “First of all: Shut up.”

“Steve, control your wife,” and yeah, okay, he deserves the vicious flick to the funny bone he gets for that.

“Secondly, I am wearing the sexist garb of the good Christian girl that my parents like me to pretend to be once a week, and thirdly,” she whips around in her chair to look at Steve, eyes bright with unshared gossip, “you will. not. believe what I overheard today! It is truly, like, so scandalous, Steve, oh, my god!”

Her hands are going crazy with excitement as she speaks, reaching out to slap at the nearest forearm, which just so happens to be Eddie’s. “Watch it, Buckley, Jesus—!”

“—is our Lord and Savior,” Dustin supplies. “Would the two of you like to at least let us leave the church premises before you continue to take the Lord’s name in vain?”

“Aw, Dusty,” Eddie coos as he pulls out of the lot, “you saying you don’t want the big man upstairs to smite our ruin upon the mountainside?”

Another round of synchronized stink faces from the mean girl twins at that, and Dustin snipes “way to butcher the quote, idiot,” but at least someone in this car recognizes his good taste.

Eddie drives them back to Steve’s place as Robin launches into a sordid little tale of Sunday debauchery. Apparently, she excused herself from the sermon when it started getting a little too fire and brimstone for her liking, took to wandering the halls to kill time while she was pretending to be off using the ladies’ room, “and then,” she says in a hushed, slow rasp like she’s telling ghost stories around a campfire, “I heard…”

Steve and Dustin are on the edge of their seats. The leather squeaks as they lean in further.

“…the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from the administrative office!”

“Oh, gross!” Dustin recoils like he’s been burned.

Steve’s brows pinch in offense. “Who fucks in a church?”

“I’d fuck you in a church, baby,” Eddie smirks at him in the rearview, hamming up the cartoonish leer just to piss everyone off. Dustin makes a retching noise and Robin flips him the bird.

Steve’s frown lines deepen. “We’re not fucking in a church,” he says. He looks so serious, all stern and grouchy like Hopper when he’s had to spend too much time around Mike, and Eddie’s having way too much fun riling everyone up so he sticks his bottom lip out and pouts, “Aw, Stevie, come on! Not even a quickie?”

“Gross!!” Dustin shouts again.

“So gross,” Robin concurs.

Eddie just laughs and turns the radio up.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #codependent stobin #they’re married your honor #robin buckley #dustin henderson #henderdads #just some slice of life shenanigans idk it made me laugh

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year

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Birthday

pairing: non-idol bf!Seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, established relationship!AU

warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, mean and insensitive people, cursing

word count: 0.8k

summary: it’s your birthday and noone is invited - except you and your boyfriend.

Author’s note: Happy birthday my beloved Vicky boo @delicatewerewolfsoul 💕 Words cannot describe the gratitude and love I have about you and our friendship and I really hope it will withstand against time🥺 hope you’ll have fun today and you’ll enjoy this teeny tiny piece <3

“So, anything fun planned for tonight?”, your friend asks you with a playful tone. “Well, depends on what you mean by fun, because your definition of fun is quite different from mine”, you give a snarky reply and you roll your eyes when you hear your friend scoff from the other end of the line.

“Well, whether you have plans or not, you’re coming over for your birthday party and we’re gonna drink!”, she happily exclaims and you’re left utterly baffled, because….you had no fucking idea about this.

“I will what?”, “We rented a house and bought drinks for your birthday party!”, “And you didn’t even bother to ask me?”, “But it was meant to be a surprise!”, “Well I have a surprise for you too - I’m not coming”, you deadpan and hear an exasperated gasp. “YOU FUCKING WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”, she screams from the other end of the line.

“I have no intention of at- Cheol, wait!”, you shout as Seungcheol barges in the living room, snatching the phone out of your hand, shushing you with his pointer on his lips, “Hello, this is Choi Seungcheol, is this Y/N’s friend?”, “Yeah, now give me Y/N back, I have to talk to her”, “First of all, Y/N isn’t yours to be given back. Second, when it’s someone’s birthday, they have the right to spend the day however the fuck they want. And if Y/N says she doesn’t want to attend your shitty party, then she won’t”, Seungcheol nearly growls in the phone. “Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”, “I introduced myself a few seconds ago, not my fault you’re probably deaf”, he laughs, sending you a sly wink.

It’s your turn to snatch the phone out of his hand and take control of the situation.

“Listen to me - The man you were talking to is my boyfriend and I intend to spend my birthday with him, all. Day. Long. Now excuse us, but our couch is waiting. Bye!”, you hang up right on her face, throwing the phone on the couch.

A second of silence passes and the both of you crack up, laughing out loud to the point of tears stinging your eyes.

“Oh my God, I wish I was there to see her face!”, you fan yourself to calm down. “Honestly? Same”, Seungcheol wipes his eyes with his hand, “It would have been hilarious”, he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Okay, enough about that”, you change the topic, “Where were you this whole time?”, “Oh, me? I just went out to do some last minute shopping”, he grins widely. “Last minute shopping, huh”, you narrow your eyes at him. “Yes, and now I would like you to close your eyes and turn around”, he instructs you, “But Cheol-”, “No buts, you’ll do as I say and trust me, you won’t regret it”, “Okay, fine”, you grumble and ultimately do as he says, giving him the chance to do what he has in mind.

It takes him approximately three minutes to put the brownie cake on the table along with two glasses of red wine and light up the candles. You can hear the familiar sound of the lighter and you’re trying to stop yourself from laughing out loud, so you settle for covering your mouth with your hand.

“You can turn around now”, Seungcheol sing songs and you turn around, opening your eyes to see your boyfriend grinning like a fool, urging you to sit down and blow the candles while you make a wish.

“Come on, baby”, “Stop being such an idiot, I wanna make my wish!”, you whine in protest and take your time to make your wish, finally blowing the candles on the cake, Seungcheol clapping and letting out a tiny ‘yay!’.

“You’re such a dumbass”, you laugh and circle the table to reach your boyfriend and hug him, but he decides to lift you and spin you around, carrying you to sit on the couch, taking a seat right next to you.

You pick the fork in front of you and take a bite of the cake, letting out a satisfied sound when the rich chocolate flavor hits your taste buds. “Is it good?”, he asks and you wordlessly hand him over the fork so he can take a bite too.

Seungcheol mirrors your expression as he tries out the brownie, mumbling an ‘oh my God’ with a full mouth. “This is so damn good, fuck”, he almost moans, “I know, right? You made a great choice, babe”, you admit, taking more of the cake. “Easy there, champ”, he laughs and picks up the wine glass, waiting for you.

“A toast?”, he asks, “Thought you’d never say it”, you swallow and pick up your glass.

“Happy birthday to the most beautiful woman in the world”, “God, you’re so cheesy, Cheol!”, you clink your glasses and take a sip of the scarlet red wine.

“For you? Always”.

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