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astraystayyh · 9 months

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The alternative

Brother's best friend changbin x reader. Fluff and slight angst. (Han is the brother).

Based on my interpretation of The Alternative by Lyn Lapid (if u can, play it after the •••)

You've diligently chased the idea of being with Changbin out of your mind. That is until he picks you up from a bad date, making your steadfast resolve unravel all around you.

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"Yn?" Changbin’s voice echoes clearly through the phone, and you startle, leaning away to check if you mistakenly dialed the wrong person. But there it is- Han's contact name illuminating your screen, confirming your intended call.

"Changbin? Where is Han?" you ask hesitantly, confused as to why your brother did not pick up his phone.

"He left his phone at home. I wasn't going to answer but I saw five missed calls from you, so I figured something might be wrong. Are you okay?" he asks, his voice softening at the last question.

His concern tugs at your heart, causing you to bite your lower lip forcefully. You've been sitting across from your date for the past two hours, and yet Changbin managed to pay more attention to you in the span of five seconds.

"I'm okay, don't worry about it," you reassure, trying your best to sound composed.

"Did you need something?"

"I just... I'm on a date right now and I wanted Han to come pick me up. But it's okay."

"Did they do something to you?" he asks, his voice carrying an edge to it that hadn't been present moments ago.

"No!" you quickly reassure. "I just... I don't know, it feels off but it's okay. I'm sorry for bothering you." The practiced apology rolls off your tongue effortlessly, without you having to think about uttering it.

You're accustomed to shrinking yourself, trying your hardest not take up space with your feelings. It has become second nature to you to bury your problems in a dusty box at the back of your mind, as soon as they threaten to affect those around you.

"Where are you?" he asks as you hear shuffling from his end, "I'm coming to pick you up."

"You don't have to," you murmur, regret already welling up inside you. You should've stopped calling your brother when he didn't pick up the first time.

"You are uncomfortable. That's reason enough for me."

You attempt to contradict him, but the words dissolve in your mouth, swallowed back down your throat. There's something about Changbin's unwavering voice that makes you pause. You don't have the strength to contradict him.

"Okay, thank you," you exhale a ragged breath in relief. "I'll text you the address."

You hang up, leaving the bathroom you were hiding in and sitting in front of your date once again. They resume talking, but you tune them out, your thoughts solely revolving around Changbin- the way the planets rotate unwaveringly around the sun. His concern made a pleasing warmth seep through your heart, like a sun ray piercing through clouds after a gloomy day.

You dig your fingers into your palm, desperately trying to banish thoughts of him- just as you’ve been doing for the past few months.

You met Changbin before you knew he was your brother’s best friend. In the campus café, where he almost spilled his drink on you. You thought he was adorable, apologizing profusely to you, a faint pink hue tinting his cheeks. And then he bought you a cookie, three to be exact, because he didn’t know which flavor you’d prefer. A token of his remorse as he explained to you. He was a year older, and you found talking to him as natural as being with yourself.

But for some reason, your brain didn’t register that this was the Changbin your brother told you about. Until you’ve visited Han’s dorm for the first time and there he was, opening the door for you. Changbin was never yours to begin with, a reminder you continually admonish yourself with, but you still felt as if you lost him that day.

You knew it wouldn't be wrong, per se, to date him. But the potential confrontations that would unfold from it made you recoil into your hiding. Loving Changbin holds within it numerous uncertainties, and you cannot venture into the unknown, regardless of how much you yearn for it. For him.

“Yn!” a loud voice startles you, and you snap your head towards the entrance of the restaurant where you find Changbin. He’s clad in grey sweatpants and a snug black t-shirt, standing out like a sore thumb in the high-end restaurant. He didn't take the time to change, you realize, his sole focus on reaching you as quickly as possible.

"We have to go!" he says, as soon as he's in front of your table, and your date glances at you curiously.

"You do?" they ask and you chuckle nervously. "We do?" You didn’t think of an excuse as to why you needed to leave so suddenly, and you hoped Changbin did.

"Yes, come on," he urges, outstretching his hand toward you. "There is an emergency… You know, with Han, very urgent."

"Who's this? And who's Han?"

"I already told you who Han is," you roll your eyes, grabbing Changbin’s hand and rising from your seat. "Maybe if you stopped talking about yourself for a second then you'd remember."

Changbin places a couple of bills on the table, a polite smile on his face. "For the dinner", he says, before pulling you outside with him.

"What was that?" you chuckle as soon as you're out. Changbin doesn't let go of your hand as you walk to his car, and you can't find it in you to drop it.

"What?" he giggles, "did you not like my acting skills?"

"Did you have to shout my name from across the restaurant?" you playfully punch his shoulder and he feigns a wince.

"I had to be convincing," he nods solemnly, opening the door for you. His hand rests on the top of the car, ensuring you don't bump your head while getting in.

"Here," Changbin hands you a pair of slippers from the backseat, and you furrow your brows in confusion. "I assumed you'd be wearing heels and your feet are probably tired, so I brought you this," he explains, and you are suddenly thankful for the dim lighting in the car that's hiding your crimson blush.

"So, tell me, what did they do? Do I need to beat them up?" Changbin asks once more and you groan, leaning your head against the car window.

"They're so... pretentious. The only thing they care about is themselves, their career and their achievements. They even tried to downplay mine so they'd feel better about themselves."

"It's their loss honestly, for wasting a date with someone like you."

"You're the only one who thinks so," you smile sadly, trailing your fingers across your knee.

"What do you mean?" he asks, turning his body around to give you his undivided attention.

"This is my fourth bad date in a row. I think I'm just destined for horrible relationships," you try to joke, but it did weigh heavily on you. Was there something wrong in you that prompted everyone to treat you so lowly?

"You are very smart and witty and interesting. I like talking to you, especially about things you are passionate about. It's their loss for not seeing it. Doesn't mean you are any less incredible," he says, his voice filled with genuine conviction.

A surge of emotion pulses through you, your heart beating wildly in your chest like a bird fluttering its wing to break free from its cage. You've always thought Changbin was all these things as well, but you never knew he held you with the same regard.

"Thank you," you beam at him, "for this and for coming to pick me up."

"Don’t mention it," he responds with a warm smile before sudden mischief dances in his eyes. "You know what? We should go on a date right now."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"A fake date," he clarifies and your heart chips a little more at your foolish hope. "So you'd see how well you deserve to be treated."

"You don't have to do that," you shake your head. 'You shouldn't do that', you wanted to add, 'it’s hard enough to forget about you'.

"I want to," he insists, his assurance evident in his smile. He leans in, reaching over to buckle your seatbelt, bringing his face mere inches from yours. His cologne envelops you, trapping you in a web carefully woven by him. It was unfair- for him to smell this nice and not be yours.

"You look pretty," he compliments, his penetrating gaze locked with yours as the seatbelt finally clicks into place.

"Is this how you start all your dates," you chuckle, in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

"No, I'm just saying the truth," he replies simply, starting the car and resting his hand on the back of your headrest.

"So, what are you craving?" he asks, and you sigh in defeat.

"Can we have fried chicken?"

"Of course, we can," he replies with a smile, shifting the car into reverse and leaving the parking lot.

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You hoped your time with Changbin would be horrible, you wished you’d feel bored or uncomfortable, just so it’d cement the idea that he wasn’t the one for you. But unsurprisingly, you had an amazing time. Your stomach ached from laughing so hard throughout the night, and there was a new found lightness in your steps as you walked around a picturesque garden.

You knew that you will revisit this night countless times, that you’d sift through every detail- every time your eyes met and every time you made him smile. That it’d keep you warm on cold nights when you’re all alone.

"Here," Changbin says, handing you a plucked rose. "You deserve a bouquet but I didn’t plan on this, I’m sorry," he smiles sheepishly and you giggle, taking it out of his hands.

"Thank you," you grin happily, before taking a step forward toward him. There, you tuck the rose behind his ear, smoothing down his hair in the process.

"I’m blushing, aren’t I?" he chuckles, bringing a hand to his flushed cheeks and you gleefully nod.

"You’re matching the rose," you point out and he shrugs happily. "Pink is my color."

You admired how Changbin didn’t shy away from his emotions, embracing them without reservation. It made you feel secure, in the sense where you’d never have to second guess his words and their truthfulness.

Changbin takes out his phone to play a soft melody, before putting it in his back pocket.

"Let's dance."

"Changbin..." you trail off. It feels bittersweet to get a taste of what you could have, of what you two could be. He'll move on, surely, going on real dates while you'd still be stuck on the way he makes you feel.

"It's part of the date package, come on."

You sigh, before grabbing his hand in yours. They fit so naturally together, and you think you can easily commit the sensation to memory- the coldness of his palm and the callouses on his finger pads. With a few more holds, you're certain you could recognize his touch among a thousand others.

Changbin raises your free hand and places it on his shoulder, before holding your waist gently, swaying you from left to right.

Being with him felt like pressing on a blueish bruise, a pleasurable pain you would willingly endure to have him by your side. You're already in his arms, you told yourself. Maybe you should tune out the thoughts in your head berating you, and finally follow what your heart wants.

You suck in a deep breath, before tentatively leaning your head on his chest. He immediately brings his hand to your hair, smoothing it down gently. His chest is broad, serving as a shield for the delicate emotions flowing within him. Because Changbin is gentle with everything he does and everyone he meets. And you'd settle for this, for being his fake date if it meant experiencing his gentleness for the rest of your life.

"Can I tell you something?" you say after a while.

"Sure."

"I think this is the nicest date I've ever been on. I wish all of them were like this."

"They could be if you want to."

"What do you mean?"

"I've always liked you, yn. From the moment I’ve met you,” he confesses easily, and his words feel like the hands of an expert violinist, tugging at your vulnerable heartstrings.

He likes you, you aren't alone in this feeling, and for a second, raw happiness courses through you at this thought. But it's fleeting, like the sugar rush you'd get when you eat too much sweets. And so it naturally wears off, as the consequences of his words dawn on you.

"Changbin, we shouldn't," you shake your head vehemently and he frowns. "Why?"

"Because you're my brother's best friend." The excuse streams from your mouth instantly.

"But I'm still Changbin. Your Changbin if you'll have me," he adds softly.

"Han will find it weird, and if we don't work out then your friendship with him will become strained and-"

"Why are you thinking about everyone but yourself?" He interrupts. "Don’t you want this?"

A few silent beats pass by, and Changbin doesn't stop swaying you around, his gentle place lulling your heart to calmness, clearing the foggy thoughts in your mind.

"I do," you finally admit, and a smile lightens up his face instantly. It's so bright that it makes you second-guess the words you're about to say. "But I don't want to risk our friendship too."

"Love is a risk, I understand, I agree. But what's the alternative, yn? if it's not having you at all then I'd risk it," he drops your waist, his hands cradling your face tenderly. "You are worth the risk to me."

You’ve stopped dancing, the music long forgotten by you. "You really think so?"

"I know so."

"What if we things don't workout?"

"What if they do, hm? we can never really know until we try. And i want to try with you. Please, give us a chance?" he smiles at you, his vulnerability on full display. He's offering you his heart on a silver platter, not caring if you'll safely guard it or pierce it through, as long as it's yours.

You gaze into his warm brown eyes, before glancing at his tousled hair and the rose tucked behind his ear. And your fear doesn't matter anymore, not in the face of the man in front of you.

"You have amazing convincing skills. Have you ever considered being a diplomat?" you tease and his eyes widen slightly. "Is this a yes? are you saying yes?"

"I am," you giggle, an uncontrollable smile drawn on your lips. "And... I've always liked you too. I think Han might've suspected it because whenever I brought you up, he glared at me," you confess with a laugh, as Changbin presses a soft kiss on your wrist. Right where your pulse is. Beating wildly for him.

"He’ll have to deal with it. Now tell me, is tomorrow at 6 pm good for you?"

"What for?" you giggle, as he waltzes you around once more, a cheeky smile adorning his face.

"Our first real date, of course.”

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colddelusionsheep · 1 year

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You know what I love? Yandere fae. Maybe it is due to my obsession with fae and magical creatures, but I just can't get over how good they would make as yanderes. Let me tell you, I stayed up way too late last night just reading through everything under yandere fae.

And it still wasn't enough to satisfy me, but then I remembered that I am a writer. So instead of doing my school work like I should do, here are yandere fae.

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How could you be so stupid? After all the stories you heard and all the lessons about never trusting those you meet in the woods. How you should never give your name to anyone who asks. You still chose not to listen to them, and here you are paying for it.

It was a mistake. Going for a walk in the woods was a mistake. Chosing to stay and converse with the strange and other worldly man was a mistake. And telling him your name when he so kindly asked was a mistake. Now you were paying for it, you probably will be eaten by a beautiful monster that just hurts your head to look at. Was this really how your life was going to end?

The stranger that you have yet to know the name have led you to an opening from the dark forest that you were in. It seemed like the was a party going on.

A large group of what you could only assume were fae like the man that led you away from your life were all dancing and drinking. Strange music that you just couldn't seem to comprehend played. It's medley causing your already bad headache to worsen.

Everything you saw was other worldly. All those in attendance were as beautiful as the sun and as painful to look at. You mind told your to run, but your body refused to do anything against what the stranger said.

The power of a name was a dangerous one. One that you gave so freely away.

A beautiful women came up to the man. Tilting her head as she spotted you trailing behind him like you had a leash attached to you, but the was no such physical tie.

The women spoke but you heard no words. Your head pounded in pain. Feeling her touch upon your cheek, you felt like stone. Her touch was cold and hot at the same time. Everything your felt contradicted.

The man looked at the scene with pride. You saw his sharp teeth glim as he smirked. More words were exchanged between the two that your head just couldn't register. The women took your hand an led your to a silk tent.

Vines and flowers grew up along the wooden posts. Their scents overwhelmed your senses.

As the fae laid you down on a bed that felt like clouds. She pushed some hair away from your face. And finally, as she spoke to you, you understood.

"You don't know how happy I am to know that our king has finally found a pet."

How you wish you didn't.

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I have so many essays I need to do for school but yandere fairies are much more important.

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seyfertgalaxy · 1 year

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Collector rant again :p except im sleep deprived

The fact that the collector knows the draining spell would kill people is so,, out there. but its also so fucked up because he also believes that people, mortals, are like toys. i think this mindset of his started with Belos. because whenever the archivists took the baby titans from collector all those years ago, i dont doubt he tried to get them back since he did that with Luz as well. so he knows, to a degree, that you cant just snap your fingers and have everything be all rainbowy and cheery again.

but then, he met philip. and philip likely explained everything to the collector in order to get what he wanted in a more efficient way. one of those things being grimwalkers! clones.

That's probably when it started. i think after the third or fourth grimwalker, Collector made this connection that mortals are similar to toys you can just break and then "fix." Because it's the same exact person! hey! didn't he just disappear? and now he's back?? good as new? wow!!

and after so many years of this, it's likely ingrained in his mind. he pulls the head off of his doll, and then it's back on. That's his example and his understanding.

He doesn't even see the grimwalkers as people after a while. he calls them "those things" and finds amusement in Belos hurting them and lashing out at them. but at least he has the basic understanding that they're mortals, living beings. and i also think that's why he was so angry with Lilith whenever she called King her nephew. Belos called the grimwalkers his nephews, and then he would hurt them and make them disappear. while, to Collector, he did fix them eventually. It was a cycle. a cycle that he didn't want King to go through because King is the last titan and Collector's "best friend."

and because he couldn't make the other baby titans come back, he probably figured that King was the same way. so he wasn't gonna risk anything with his new friend.

and with mortals, he's shown to be careless and even reckless. in Watching and Dreaming, whenever he's showing Luz, Eda, and King his favorite games, they're all very dangerous. maybe not for him, because he can shift his size and control the games with his power, but to them! to them, its dangerous.

Pacman: he literally "ate" Luz and could have badly injured her.

Marbles: he was huge and flicking them around! that's harmful. especially whenever King ran underneath Collector's foot to make them fall, that could have ended very differently for King. for example, if the "marble" he was in wasn't very strong, the impact of Collector stepping on it could have busted it open and—you probably get where im going with that.

jenga: do i even need to explain why this is dangerous? giant blocks. small mortals.

whenever he figures out that they aren't enjoying his games and they're actually angry with him, because they keep messing them up, he gets upset then gets rid of the games and retreats to go cry alone. its like he didn't even register that these games were hurting them or could even kill them. especially since his intention was to Wow them with these games and be their friend.

i think they're just "naturally scary." because a few times, their expression and tone is almost contradicting their intentions. for such: asking for grudgy buddies, talking about tag in Kings Tide, and the "Let me show you some of my favorite games" line.

its a bit of a complicated situation because he needs to be around mortals to improve and grow, but he also doesn't understand anything about them. bit of a personal take here; i didn't like the ending they had for the collector. he'll either be alone, or with some shitty space gods. at least its implied that he visits every so often or holds some contact with King and possibly the others. anyways-

to close this off because i keep getting distracted, he doesn't truly grasp death or the gravity of ANY of his actions. he knows people die, but he also assumes you just fix them and they come back. (that makes me wonder what he thought about the baby titans "disappearing" at first).

like this scene here: he didn't understand that Luz was dead until later on. whenever he says "she's really gone". he also tells Eda(and King)that he doesn't want anyone else to go missing and that he's sorry for everything. "Missing", not Dead. because he doesn't understand yet.

and he likely still doesn't understand what happened because Luz came back in a completely different form/look, much like how the grimwalkers did. dissappearing but coming back later on with a slightly altered appearance. but i think he has some sort of idea of death still since he couldn't "fix" Luz and was heavily reminding himself of the archivists

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 7 months

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I've asked myself many times over the course of three years about how would I react to information that comes to contradict a specific image I have about people. And the answer would differ, more or less, depending on a myriad of factors, such as my mental wellbeing, my attitude toward the fandom, the group, the members, etc. The truth is, I only knew how I would respond the moment it happens and I was pleasantly surprised in a way. I see it as a sign that I'm doing better or at least I'm on the path of doing better.

These are things that I didn't want to allow to come to surface in the way I used to handle the BTM blog. Perhaps because the point was to create a platform in which I could offer the rational, researched perspective which I considered to be the correct one. I'm not retracting any of that. I still believe that it is possible to offer a more complex perspective if I can back it up with knowledge from various fields, but it was also one of my defense mechanisms.

Without expanding on the personal reasons, it has become very easy for me to separate my rational and emotional side. So much, that even when I should be staying in the moment and let my emotions take space, I can't really do it, I need to come up with a rational explanation so it can make sense. I then applied this to BTS as well. I couldn't just say I like this group when someone would ask, I would have to tell them about all the studies I read and how my fascination is mostly intelectual, when in truth it was both. I used to talk about jikook only in the context of analysis, be it GCF through semiotics or various types of interpretations when it came to their performances or fandom reception in terms of their dynamics. It had to be in the context of rational fascination and curiosity because I was merely trying to justify myself on why I care that much about two strangers that I look at on my phone. Again, my intellectual curiosity is real, but that has always been only one side if the coin, but it was one that I pushed.

It's about shame actually. I can't actually accept that I have such an interest. It doesn't fit with the idea I have of myself. And sometimes I don't like it because it makes me question my intellect, my critical thinking. How can I be so good academically and at the same time I fear that I've fallen into a fandom trap? I'm smart, right? Right?

I'm sure a lot of people have dealt with or ar going through this process of cognitive dissonance. How does one deal with the mere idea that something they believe in based on their understanding of the world, their ability of decoding (not in a conspiracy sense, but in a Saussurean way) can turn out to be wrong? We see something that resembles a specific behavior that we are surrounded with our entire lives, sometimes we ourselves engage with, but we've identified it wrong on others? Of course, it's through the visual medium, one that is edited. It's a puzzle with large chunks missing, but we're getting a general idea of it. But we can be wrong. So how do we deal with that? Well, I don't have a correct answer.

Me in 2020/2021 would have been more affected because my mental health was not good. I was functionally depressed and I clinged so much onto BTS, Jikook and the small community that I found myself in at that time, that I would have felt a lot more torn than I am now.

A couple of years later and having to actually go through a situation in which my understanding of people's relationship might not be accurate, I realized I'm fine. And I think it's because it made me really register just now that I finally learned how to have fun with it. It took me three years. By having fun, I mean genuinely being able to simply enjoy the little things. I'm still on the path of not being ashamed for liking kpop or spending time talking about the dynamic/relationship of two people.

What prompted this post was reading what is currently being written in the jikook tag. Yes, I had this big introductory chunk that perhaps people won't bother reading, but I'm doing it for myself. If I can't be honest while writing stuff into the void for strangers to read, then what is the point?

I get frustrated very easily. I like debates and contradictory points of view, but not always. And that's because I like to be right. Almost all the time. So when I see something that I believe it lacks logic or I find it absurd, then my fingers are itching. I don't comment or DM people, I can control myself. I'd rather get out of the app and do something else.

What I want to say is I was surprised at how much fanfiction is being written. More that usual. Shipping contains a big deal of fanfiction by its nature. Gestures and events taking place at different times are interpreted and having information added that fills the gaps. People do that because they have to make sense of what they see.

They like to make relationship timelines. They speculate on first kisses and first sexual experiences. That's their imagination. None of us has any way of knowing. The element of fiction is heighted when people feel like they are losing control of the narrative. When they are unsure of what they are seeing. Which is what usually happens in the shipping community on a yearly basis. Anons flooding the bloggers' inboxes because they need confirmation or they didn't get any ship content in a month or two which means something is wrong.

There's this understanding that the shipper/supporter is delusional while the one who stops shipping is the rational one. From what I've observed throughout time and mostly now, that is a false distinction. The so-called rational fan makes use of fiction just as the shipper. The difference is in purpose. One talks about why the supposed romantic relationship is real and the other tries to refute that. But both categories seem to need fiction in order to build their arguments. That is because none of them have access to someone's private life and relationship, so the gaps need to be filled with speculation. There is no right or wrong version here, despite how much the idea is being pushed. And me writing about this won't make a difference. It's simply how the fandom works. The one who position themselves on the side of anti-delulu will always be seen as the less crazy one. The similarities will fade for the collective consciousness of the fandom.

I think it's difficult for a lot of people, regardless on which side they find themselves on, to accept that the option of simply not knowing is enough as well. Or knowing, but without getting anal about it. But it's hard and they write posts after posts, anons are sending asks over asks because there has to be a firm answer. Only a few allow themselves to be in between lines.

I'll bring back something that I always used to say. Shipping and involvement in the fandom is a lot more about us and less about the people we're talking about. It's about fullfiling some needs, of needing a community, of focusing on the idea of love. Those things can still be done in a way that still makes the experience enjoyable. But not everyone can and I'm not blaming it.

There's a way to just like how people behave with each other and imagine things without adding so much weight to it. Regardless of the true nature. It's our imagination, there's no need for a moral inquisition to tell anyone how to think or that they should stop thinking a certain way. Touching some grass is a cliche and an expression I ended up hating, but I do believe that being connected to discourse on a daily basis can really alter our sense of reality and what we consider to be real issues. We really should pay more attention to that and take some distance if necessary.

#m thoughts #jikook #kpop shipping #bts shipping #fandom discourse

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fallen-stark · 2 years

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body / e. munson

pairing: metalhead!eddie x fem!reader

summary: eddie gets caught up in the tour life, but soon realizes that a rockstar's life can get lonely without a certain someone's touch.

tags: angst but with a happy ending, a blurb of smut (mdni), overstimulation, p in v, raw doggin (like i do life), eating out, eddie being a not nice word but making it up at the end, shorter than eddie reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: requests are open! i need something to do this weekend so let me write your dreamy dreams and make them come true. please listen to body by sinaed harnett! it helps sent the mood.

i'll give you my body, just don't tell nobody

"fuck, ed- eddie!"

sweaty limbs tangled together, eddie stilled his hips as he hit the bundle of nerves that made you lose your mind. "you like that, sweetheart?"

"yes- oh my god, yes!"

i'll give you my body

the coldness of his rings contradicted his body's warmth as he hovered over you, his hands locked on your calves- pulling them as far apart as you could take, he drove his hips into you. feeling nothing but euphoric bliss as you tightened around him, his soft moans in your ear edging you closer and closer until you couldn't take anymore.

'cause being without you is impossible

every time eddie pushed you to the edge, you swore you saw stars. your orgasm made you feel fireworks go off in your heart and on certain days, with eyes locked, you were always a millisecond away from telling eddie you were in love with him.

i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable

body limp, the cold hotel room felt empty yet his large frame lingered in your bedroom while you watched him gather his clothes, putting them on without a single glance at you.

the frown resting upon your face was noticeable but he never looked at you and he never stayed after.

eddie munson filled the empty space in your bed almost every night. many times he would crawl in, whatever intoxicant that night flowing through his veins, and just lay beside you only wanting the comforting touch you provided. other times he would climb in, high as a kite, and hold you close while he made you forget that you told yourself you were done.

you never were done. not with him. he consumed your entire being ever since the first night you watched him and his band play in small hawkins, indiana.

but you deserved better.

and you knew this.

the door closed with a loud thud, ultimately shaking you from your trance. you wouldn't have noticed the tears flowing from your eyes if the teardrop didn't land gracefully on your hand. slowly sitting up, you wiped your eyes.

this would be the last time- the last night.

"are you sure you want to do this, y/n? it's the middle of the tour," eddie's manager asked as he directed the stage crew on where certain objects needed to be placed in order for tonight's show to run smoothly.

i pretend to my friends in the meantime

"yeah, i just have some family stuff happening back home. i want to be there if shit hits the fan, you know?" you lied, your arms crossed as your index finger tapped against your skin.

joe looked at you, your expression told him all he needed to know- you were serious. "okay," he finalized, sighing. "but after tonight if you ever want to come back at any time, you let me know. okay, kid?"

smiling, you gave him a big hug. joe was like a father to you. he treated the entire crew as if they were his own children. he knew that life happens and it was how we got through it that mattered.

pulling away from the 6'6 giant, you told him you were going to get ready for your last night. you were slightly surprised at joe being completely okay with the fact you wanted to leave the tour, but you also knew that tonight was the marker of a two week break which would allow him enough time to find someone to take your spot as the opener for corroded coffin.

there, you stood in front of eddie's hotel room. your heart was beating fast. should you tell him? you should tell him. would he even care?

before you could register your body's movements, heart making the decision for you. your hand came in contact with the door, knocking three times before pulling your hand away and fidgeting with your fingers.

then she answered the door.

her hair was long and blonde, her blue eyes had oceans that consumed them. "hey," she smiled at you. "what's up?"

"oh, i- i think i have the wrong room?"

and as if the angels decided to play games with you, eddie came out of the bathroom- fully nude. towel in hand as he dried his hair from a shower he just got out of.

your breath hitched as you realized that you were, in fact, standing outside the right room and eddie was, in fact, messing around with someone else.

"i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to intrude," you muttered as eddie came up to the door, his modesty covered by the towel that was used to dry his hair.

"yeah. maybe next time, don't," he said before closing the door. there you stood, like an idiot, still facing the closed door.

the numbness you felt was crushing. "did he really slam the door in your face?" your bass player asked as she put a fry in her mouth.

there was about an hour and a half before you all had to be back at the center.

or they'll tell me that i'm a fool

"i told you not to get involved with him," your drummer hummed as he took another bite of his burger.

your appetite was gone. if you had decided to eat before it was time for your band to perform then you were sure you would vomit every piece of burger and bun on that stage.

"yeah. tell me about it," you muttered as you sipped your water. "it's like we haven't been messing around for the last six months."

but I wouldn't be able to feel love if it wasn't for breaking rules

your friends told you to not get involved with eddie, saying it was only going to be the cause of you leaving the tour and here you were, leaving the tour.

maybe fueling the fire means i'm definitely crazy

as the van pulled into the venue, you were the last to leave the vehicle. once you stepped out of the car, you met the gaze of the man who slammed the door in your face. holding a cigarette in between his lips, he looked mesmerizing.

you told yourself that you shouldn't be hurt by his actions considering you both weren't anything but fuck buddies- and even then 'buddies' was pushing it.

but damn did he look good.

guess i'm willing to burn if you're the one who comes to save me

eddie munson was going to be the downfall of you. the way his eyes burned the side of your figure. you felt every glance, every linger- his bandmates questioning him why he was so distracted that night before the concert.

and the thought it chases me around every day

the first time you both started your little fling was in indianapolis. it was the way his stare intoxicated you to the point where his small touches around your waist to walk past you only fueled your active imagination.

that night the way he played his guitar during the set, made you think of the way his fingers could please you.

"eddie, please. i- i can't," you moaned as his fingers kept working their magic. the way they fit so perfectly in your pussy made you drip more.

"yes, you can. just one more, babygirl, one more," he whispered as his tongue found its way to your clit. you let out a soft moan, watching him eat you like you were his last meal.

that you're dangerous, but i can't resist in any way

"i need you."

"i know you do," he whispered above you, his hands slowly caressing your waist. goosebumps blossoming throughout your skin by his cold touch.

"i'll, give, you, my, body," you sang into the mic. the drums and guitars hum filling your ears as your eyes closed thinking about the way his hands touched your body.

"just, don't, tell, nobody," you emphasized the latter as your hand trailed down your body, finally opening your eyes to see the lights shining on you. "i'll, give, you, my body."

"'cause being without you is impossible," you harmonized before turning your head to the right side of the stage, meeting eye contact with eddie, "i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable."

the atmosphere felt electric, almost like the two of you were by yourselves. "familiar choreography, silence synchronicity..."

eyes locked with his. you knew what you were doing with your hand as it slithered its way up the curve of your breast, your neck, cheek, and through your hair. "only you take all of me."

the suitcases sat beside your hotel room door, ready for your departure in the early morning. joe had taken the initiative to ensure you had a plane ride back home. your band had stopped by an hour ago to say their goodbyes to you, some tears shed. then some of the crew members that you were close with also stopped by to ensure you knew that 'no one would be as cool of an opener as you were'.

yet every time a knock presented itself on your door, you hoped and wished you would be met with brown eyes.

but after an hour of waiting, he still didn't come.

you lay in your hotel bed, taking in your last night with everyone. you were sad that you were leaving the tour, your friends, eddie..

your heart skipped a beat as you lay there, hoping- wishing that he would just show. to tell you that he had feelings for you too. that it wasn't just in your head.

knock, knock, knock.

with a soft sigh, you made your way to the door. it was a quarter past two in the morning- who was even up at this hour?

gareth.

"hi. sorry, i know it's late," his hands were shoved in his jean pockets as he stood in front of you. "i just wanted to wish you luck."

a smile graced your face at his kindness for taking time to stop by and tell you bye. "thank you, gareth. it means a lot," you gave him a small hug before the two of you said your goodbye's.

you settled back into your bed, trying to get comfortable.

knock, knock, knock.

you let out a huff. all you wanted at this point was to sleep for your flight in the morning. opening the door once again, you came face-to-chest with the only person you've been waiting for.

"why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

your eyebrows furrowed at that being the first thing he said to you, "excuse me?"

"i said-"

"no, i know what you said," you crossed your arms as you stared up at the man. "if my memory serves me correctly, i tried to."

it was his turn to huff. "when?"

"when you slammed the door in my face."

"i didn't-"

he stopped, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. his face softening. "i'm sorry, y/n, i didn't mean to..." he trailed off.

was he serious? he just didn't mean to slam a heavy hotel room door in your face? a centimeter away from giving you a clean 'bop' on your nose. you frowned, "you didn't mean to slam the door in my face to resume whatever you were doing with your fling?"

"my fling?"

"i don't know who she is, eddie, and truthfully, i don't know why you're here... so, if you don't mind? i have a flight to catch in the morning," you stated as you began to close the door but the man was too fast.

before you could say no, eddie was in your hotel room. the door closing behind him. "eddie-"

"no, let me talk."

you sighed and went to sit at the edge of your bed, ultimately too tired to argue with him.

"do you remember that one time you fell asleep right after we had sex?" he questioned.

"yeah, and then after you were nowhere to be found?"

"yeah- sorry about that," he muttered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

eddie munson had never had a girlfriend or a real one at that. he had a couple of flings here and there but once he met you- they didn't matter. the woman he had in his room earlier that day was an old friend from his previous tour, and, well, very much gay. in fact, she had given eddie a whole speech when he slammed the door in your face. she told him that if he didn't get his ducks in a row, he was going to lose you. and, after hearing from gareth that you were leaving that next morning while you were performing... he didn't know what to do. he just knew he couldn't lose you.

"anyways, do you remember?"

"yes, i do but why exactly does this pertain to-"

"you drooled on me."

"i- what?!"

"you drooled on me."

embarrassment flooded your face, your cheeks immediately turning red. no wonder why he wasn't there the next morning or never stayed the night. you salivated all over the poor man.

"it was cute."

"i don't think... i don't think that's cute, eds."

his heart skipped a beat when you said his nickname. he had been called that before, yeah, but it was the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly like you had been saying every life he found you in.

"would you just listen to me?"

"fine," you grumbled.

"it was cute. like..." he took a deep breath. "like i wouldn't mind having you drool on me every night, or hell, even you- with me- every night."

"i just- fuck, why is this so hard?" he mumbled. you let out a small laugh before grabbing his hand and bringing him to sit at the edge of the bed with you.

"i guess what i'm trying to say is that the last few times we've... you know, canoodled. i've wanted to stay. i wanted to pull you close and kiss your forehead and tell you stupid shit like 'i love you' but i just just..."

i love you.

every kiss, every embrace, and every moment intertwined with one another had led up to this very moment... as if your souls knew that the both of you were destined to be together, but too stubborn to admit it.

he continued to ramble on, confessing everything he wanted to say to you the last few months. but finally, he stopped. looking at you... waiting for you to say anything. just one word. a simple no, or yes, to let him know where your mind was at.

and so, you kissed him, with every fiber of your entity being lit up by a thousand fireworks. you kissed him. your lips united as if aphrodite fabricated your love herself.

and she did.

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heartsfromia · 2 years

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loving you — k. mingyu

pairing: non-idol! mingyu x reader

word count: 1,083

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing

author's note: the pictures above have held in a chokehold since he uploaded them, to be honest, i don't write dirty imagines (cuz i suck at them) but it was quite difficult for this to not turn dirty. also, since the account has a soft aesthetic, i'm only allowing soft hours in this space <3

Something that made others wonder how you and your three-year boyfriend, Mingyu, last so long was your contradicting dynamics, and how you acted when you were around others, and when the two of you were left alone.

Prior to when he had decided to shoot his shot and ask you out, the two of you were the most unlikely to even be friends.

You were a raging introvert, with shy tendencies but a patience so thin, that even just looking at you the wrong way would put you in a bad mood. Whereas, Mingyu was a embodiment of a golden retriever—bubbly and friendly, never sitting still.

How the two of you met was a funny story to tell, especially on his expense because no matter how grateful he is to have met you, the memory never fails to make him turn red in embarrassment.

You were a swimmer in your campus, not necessarily competitive, you just enjoyed the sport and it didn't require for you to work in a team and only focus on improving your own skills—lesser people, the better, is what you thought. Mingyu, on the other hand, was on your campus basketball team. The basketball court and swimming pool were located close to each other, in the same perimeter, and it just so happened they shared the same changing rooms and bathrooms (Mingyu curses whoever planned the space).

After your classes that day, you wanted to go for a few laps in the swimming pool because classes stressed you out and this was your one way of stress-relief. It was either that, or yelling and ranting Minghao's ears out, to which he never had a say in. So, to save your friend the trouble, you decided to head to the changing room and into your swim suit before diving right in. It wasn't crowded, to your relief, with a few people doing the same thing as you and since practice wasn't held the day you were there, you were able to spend a lot longer in the waters.

Mingyu didn't have practice, but he, too, wanted relief from his classes, and decided to shoot some hoops with a few friends that were already at the court since earlier.

Remember when it was stated that Mingyu was like a golden retriever, that just couldn't sit still? This was when his inability to stay calm truly betrayed him. Joking around with his friends, it didn't register in him that he was standing a bit too close to the edge of the pool, and since he was prone to accidents, he tripped over his own foot, resulting in him falling straight into the water.

He's lucky to know how to swim, don't worry, he didn't drown and you didn't need to save him. It was when he tripped, not aware that you were swimming past, that he fell right on top of you. He was lucky you didn't black out from the sudden weight, since the surface of the water broke his fall.

Long story short: he'd profusely apologize to you whenever you both cross paths on campus, asking if he could treat you to anything, to which you finally agreed to, and realized that his presence wasn't so bad.

After three months of hanging out, you both realized your feelings for one another, and he officially asked you to be his.

It came to a surprise to everyone, because how the two of you acted in front of others, does not come off like a couple that was completely obsessed with one another when in private.

This came up as a topic of conversation between the two of you during one of your movie nights in his apartment. "Do you think I act too indifferent to you in public?" You had asked because one of your friends pointed out that it looked like Mingyu was more in love with you, than you were to him.

Mingyu glanced at you, pouting slightly in thought before shaking his head. "Showing affection, especially in public, isn't easy for you, that's all. I don't think you act too indifferent to me—you don't act indifferent at all, actually."

"Really?"

He nodded, "Acting indifferent would mean that you don't care at all, but you do, and you have your own way of showing it."

"How?" You asked, sitting up straight.

He took a second to think, before listing, "You get flustered very easily whenever I kiss on the cheek because that's your favorite spot to be kissed on." You couldn't help but roll your eyes, chuckling. "You don't necessarily blush, but whenever I compliment you, or praise you, I could see you biting your inner cheeks to keep you from smiling, or scrunching up your nose whenever I stare a bit too long at you."

You put on a face of confusion, unsure of what he was referring to before he turned to face you, a small smile on his pink lips as he stared into your eyes—the familiar gaze where his eyes would slightly twinkle from the lighting. Your nose scrunched, involuntarily, fighting the smile that urged its way through and avoided his eyes.

"See?" He chuckled, pointing at you. "And also, just because you don't show your affections publicly, doesn't mean you don't show it privately. Personally, I think you're more affectionate when there isn't anyone around."

You tilted your head. "Is that so?" He nodded, before averting his eyes back to the movie.

You thought back to his words, smiling to yourself at how he had effortlessly just made you a flustered mess, with such a nonchalant, almost innocent expression. You glanced towards him, beaming at him as you placed your hand on his shoulder, garnering his attention back to you.

Reaching out, you tugged gently at the necklace exposed from his buttoned-up shirt, the top few buttons loose, pulling him towards you as you press your lips against his in a chaste kiss. It took him by surprise, red flush beneath his tan skin.

Pulling away, you locked eyes with him, smiling at him. "Thank you, Gyu."

"What for?"

You shrugged, "Always saying the right things. You're the best boyfriend, honestly, the best one I could've asked for." Your words were simple, but had a massive affect on him, causing his smile to only widen, reaching his eyes as he flushed pink.

Without saying anything, hands placed behind your neck, he pulls you back to him, smiling against your lips as the movie continues, long forgotten.

#seventeen #seventeen mingyu #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios #heartsfromia writes

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666writingcafe · 3 months

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Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Six)

By the time Barbatos and I get seated at Ristorante Ninurta, I feel like I'm going to either turn into a tomato or a puddle of goo. I can certainly see why he keeps this more casual, laid-back side of himself under control, because it contradicts what a butler is supposed to be.

In more ways than one.

For starters, this version of Barbatos is incredibly touchy. Not in the overly sensitive way, but in the literal "can't-keep-his-hands-off" kind of way. When we were walking the streets near our hotel, he insisted on holding my hand. A crowded place would have Barbatos either wrap an arm around me and bring me closer to him or simply rest his hand on the small of my back as he guided us to a more secluded spot. Sitting across from him didn't stop him, either, as his foot or leg would gently rest against mine, depending on how far apart we were from each other.

I get it, I suppose. Demons do tend to be pretty territorial, so perhaps this was simply his way of telling others to back off. Still, wouldn't people be more intent on Barbatos himself than me? He literally looks like he stepped out of a magazine--or, in the case of tonight's dinner, a fantasy novel with his flowing locks and loose-fitting linen shirt. I have never managed to clean up that nicely.

In any case, I don't think I'm the prize to be sought after in this scenario, especially for someone trying to steal someone away.

And then there's the matter of his wit. I have seen him display this when he's on duty, but it's usually done politely as he's softly smiling. Any scathing remarks are either kept to himself or muttered under his breath. Today, however...

If his goal for today was to make me perpetually flustered, then mission accomplished.

For example, there was a necklace in a store window that happened to catch my attention. Barbatos saw what I was looking at and said that while he thought it would look decent on me, it wouldn't be the best fit for me. Considering that part of his job is making sure that Diavolo appears presentable for public events, his insight made sense. However, when I asked what he thought would suit me better, he simply replied,

"My hands."

Now, imagine those sort of retorts occurring constantly and without warning all day long, and you can begin to understand why and how I came to feel the way I have.

And the worse part is, I couldn't come up with any snappy comebacks and keep any sort of banter going, because either my brain just completely stopped working, or I didn't fully register what he said until the moment had passed and he was focused on something else entirely.

"MC."

Barbatos' hand rests on top of mine, concern evident in his expression.

Oh no...I've been so caught up in my head that I hadn't even noticed our food arriving. I don't even remember ordering anything, unless Barbatos simply chose for me. Normally, I'd be against that, but this is Devildom food we're talking about. Not everything is safe for human consumption.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine." My voice sounds way too strained for that to sound convincing, and he knows that. He also seems to pick up on why I'm so detached from the current reality of our dinner, for he gently replies,

"MC, I apologize for my behavior today. I allowed myself to get carried away instead of paying attention to your reactions. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't." Barbatos arches a brow but doesn't say anything, allowing me to continue. "I'm just not used to someone flirting with me so openly, let alone someone so...well...attractive?" I did not mean for that to sound like a question, but my nerves are making me rather antsy.

"You find me attractive?" Is he nervous, too? His sudden shift in tone seems to suggest so, but why?

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"Well, no. It's just that I didn't think you felt that way about me." He briefly pauses. "Is it because of my current appearance?"

"Partially, yes."

"Only partially?"

"Yeah." I feel a bit more confident. "I mean, if you acted like a complete jerk, it wouldn't matter how you looked; I wouldn't want to spend much time with you. You have always been kind to me, even when you didn't have to be."

"But you were--"

"--an exchange student, yes," I interrupt. "But you simply had to be courteous towards me during my initial stay. You didn't have to form any sort of relationship with me beyond that, and yet every time I've visited you since then, you've been warm towards me. Inviting, even. Almost as if you were excited to see me, even if and when you were on duty."

"I was." He takes a sip out of a dark purple liquid--some kind of Demonus, I assume. The break allows me to take a bite out of my meal, which appears to be some sort of pasta. "Especially when you came specifically to see me. Between the brothers, the Young Master, the angels, and Solomon all vying for your attention, it's a miracle you even noticed me at all, let alone take time out of your busy schedule to spend time with me." He pauses again.

"I meant what I told you this morning: this entire experience wouldn't be the same without you. The fact that you were the one to treat me to this on my birthday makes all the difference."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #don't worry #i haven't forgotten this little series #just got a bit busy #and a bit sick #but now i'm back

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liesmyth · 11 months

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General ask:

Have we found plotholes or contradictions you've found the Locked Tomb series? Any that are like, "why didn't this character just do X since they had this power?" or "how could this character have known this information?" or anything of the sort?

I can't find any, but these books are so dense and other people are better at close reading. I've been so impressed with the way things roll out, the fact that rereads are so satisfying because you suddenly know why a character did/said something that seemed odd or just innocuous at the time. for THREE BOOKS and counting (dear jod I wish I was an outliner). It seems impossible there haven't been any contradictions.

OK. I thought about it Long and Hard and could only think of a couple. Well, one for sure, and a couple more that could be plot holes / worldbuilding issues, or could turn out to be planned all along in AtN.

Lyctoral privacy and Cytherea

This is the big one. Lyctors are “black boxes” to thanergy unless they are being touched by other Lyctors, and this is something that should have alerted the gang in GtN to Cytherea’s true nature, much like Ianthe and Harrow figured out Pro was dead all along.

Regular necromancers aren’t able to “perceive” the organisms of the people around them to the degree Lyctors do, but some of the Heirs at Canaan House are powerful enough that they SHOULD be able to sense in some way those around them, and figure out that “Dulcinea” was sus. Especially since Cytherea-as-Dulcie had a couple of moments of fainting dramatically and becoming increasingly sicker (one of the reasons why I think Cytherea had a lot of control over her cancer cells) and several necromancers used aptitude on her to check her health, including Palamedes. They shouldn’t have been able to. Assuming that “touching Lyctors allows you to interfere with their bodies” extends also to non-Lyctors, they should STILL have noticed something was off.

The fact that Palamedes was able to manipulate the cancer cells inside Cytherea’s body to turn it into a bomb is very unlikely, even assuming he was touching her the whole time (I can buy it if he distracted her with sex like in this fic). And the fact that Lyctor Harrow in Act 5 is able to visualise Cytherea’s body and “see” the cancerous mass goes against the canon established in HtN because they weren’t touching at the time.

The smaller ones!

Ninth House demographics: If anyone younger than Ortus died when Harrow was conceived, and Ortus was around 17/18 at the time, this would still leave plenty of young adults of reproductive age. There should be SOME children on the Ninth, even assuming that people were scared to have children for some times after, even assuming that some people moved away (the Houses aren’t aware that the Ninth is dying out so it can’t have been a mass exodus). I can excuse this as Gideon’s melodramatic narration saying that there are no other young people on the Ninth, because she’s 18 and a few dozen kids of ages 14 and under probably wouldn’t register to her, just because to all intents and purposes, she was raised completely alone with Harrow. But look. There should be some kids.

Who are the Cohort fighting? I talked about it a bit here; the population of the known universe just doesn’t seem big enough to sustain a continued war of aggression by the Houses (the implications in GtN/HtN) because what we see of the Empire in NtN seems to be a colonial power who are firmly established in most of their “sheperedered planets” and only have to contend with insurgence movements, not an enemy army. BUT the Cohort seem to constantly be fighting and dying. I'm very curious to find out if we'll discover more.

(There are a couple more things that will leave me ???? if they aren't cleared up in AtN, but they're even more minor)

#chekhovs-tantrum #ask #tlt meta #tlt thoughts #tlt

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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Forgiven // James Hook.

Captain James Hook x merman!male!reader.

Part one.

Summary: Hook says sorry, which is odd.

Was he too rude?.

That question has been on his mind since yesterday, since he was given a second chance, he thought it was finally the end.

You were so kind and caring with him.

You helped him, a mermaid, you contradicted yourself to save his life.

He reflected while he walked towards the beach, lantern on hand.

Will you be there? If he didn't know of your existence was because you were really hidden in those dark waters.

He needs to find you.

To apologize only for keep the mermaids on his side and not have another enemy or a war even, only for that.

Right?

And to learn about you, you're not registered on his notebook about Neverland.

You're a misterious creature and he wants to know everything about you.

The captain walked towards the beach, to the spot where you left him.

Where you kissed him.

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Your tail brushed the seaweed, your hands petting an octopus that found your hiding place, your eyes spotted something shiny on the sand, you reached for it.

A pearl necklace, probably it fall out of the pirates row boat one day.

You're bitter.

Pirates, how does he dare to threaten you after saving his life?, Are all humans like this? If so good thing your sisters drown those ungrateful creatures.

A light above the water could be seen, definitely not from the moon, it was moving above on the shore.

You got closer.

A shadow, it's too big to be Peter, you swam closer and closer.

He sees your scales shining with the moonlight, they're beautiful, sitting down on the sand, waiting for you.

Your head peaked from the water, you meet eyes with him.

You got underwater again immediately.

"Wait!" He shouted, you rolled your eyes and got closer to the sand, you're still on the water, you don't trust him, Hook can see it.

"I am here to offer you a very well owned apology." Hook said softly, you got closer to him, he felt nervous all of the sudden, you were an unknown creature, intimidating.

"James Hook? Apologizing?" You said bitter.

"You—saved my live, you were kind and I mistreated you and for that I am sorry." He said, you finally got out the water, laying besides him.

"And thank you, for not letting me drown or be eaten by that crocodile." He said, he looked regretful at least.

"You called me a sea witch and that I needed to learn manners whatever that is." You said offended crossing your arms.

"And I am sorry for that too, all that I said last night wasn't right." What is he doing? never in his life has he been this apologetic, this regretful and angry at himself.

"You are forgiven, James Hook." You said offering a wide smile, sharp teeth, the captain's blue eyes widened in surprised.

You chuckled.

"You're cute, James Hook." You whispered.

"Cute?" He said arching an eyebrow, never in his life has he been called such thing.

"The way you look at me it's cute, those human eyes filled with curiosity." You said getting closer again.

"Well, I am curious about you." Hook confessed, you sat down besides the captain, your tail splashing some water.

"What do you want to know about me, James Hook?" You said looking at him, you were a bit creepy but he didn't care.

"What's your name?" He asked, you smirked.

"I'm _____" You said mocking his characteristic bow, how much do you know about him? And how come he never knew about you?

"What a beautiful name." It's all he can say.

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A/N: HEYYYYYYY, so i hope you like this part, part 3 is in process, I do not intend on having a lot of angst and I'm sorry if Hook is ooc bc this is my first time where reader and Hook aren't already a couple. Also yes he is a """""simp"""""" idk threat him kind once and he will be smitten.

#captain james hook #captain hook #peter pan 2003 #pirates #james hook #captain hook x male reader #captain hook x reader #captain hook imagine #captain james hook x reader

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sunshine-burnt · 1 month

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I'm Not Glass, My Dear

Summary:

"Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher."

Or in which Vanitas does not want to be treated like glass. Or or in which Noé ensures his partner that he does not pity him.

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Vanitas was sharp like the metal of his knives.

He was strong like tungsten and brilliant like silver glinting beneath the sunlight. Moreover, the man was powerful, as powerful as the astermite that ran so much of both the vampiric and human world.

Vanitas was not delicate.

He was not fragile, like porcelain. Did not shatter the way that a ceramic plate did upon hitting the floor. Most certainly was never vulnerable to the elements like copper that oxidized due to exposure to air.

And logically, Noé knew this. Knew that his partner could withstand harsh treatment, knew that he could survive cruel words and even crueler blows. Knew that, despite being a human, Vanitas was strong. Like tempered steel.

It was hard to remember that, though, when the blue eyed man dropped like a stone to the ground. When the swing of the cursebearer's fist made a solid crunch! upon contact with the man's face. When it was his human who lay defenseless at the ill vampire's feet.

Noé saw red. It was with frightening speed that he appeared before his partner's body, raining strikes on the attacker. He snarled, pushing the vampire far enough back that Vanitas would have room to recover. In the back of his mind, he registered quiet groans, a sure sign that the doctor was still kicking. And thank the gods for that.

"Noé!" said vampire quickly comprehended Vanitas' request before the man uttered it, and he swept the cursebearer's legs out from beneath her. He turned, pinning the struggling woman to the ground so that the inverse operation could be started. As usual, the shining light of the Book of Vanitas enchanted him, and Noé listened to his partner's smug declaration of the vampire's true name. He rose, extending a hand to Vanitas' patient.

The white haired vampire gave a brief explanation as to what happened to the newly cured one, keeping an eye on his partner through his peripherals. The man never much liked speaking to his patients when he had finished treating them, and Noé suspected that many of the vampires Vanitas had helped before they met never knew his name. Well, that was the doctor's own choice, albeit a strange one, and it would irritate him if he mettled.

"C'mon, mon cher," Vanitas, ever impatient, called over his shoulder. "I don't want to be here a minute longer."

"Coming, coming," Noé soothed, taking a couple larger steps to catch up to his partner's stride. He couldn't blame the man for wanting to leave - he wasn't exactly welcome in Altus Paris after the stunt he pulled with Lord Ruthven.

As they walked towards the border, the vampire couldn't help but let his violet eyes roam over the human's body. Every time he looked, the contradictions that were ingrained in Vanitas seemed all the more notable.

Noé understood well that humans were weaker than vampires. In fact, when he had first witnessed Vanitas fight, he had been impressed by the man's fortitude. The longer he spent with the doctor, though, the more he wondered just how Vanitas functioned the way he did.

For one thing, the human was very slight. His figure was slim, and he often did not eat. In fact, Noé could probably count the amount of times he had seen Vanitas eat on one hand. While that didn't mean that the man was not dining alone or with others, for that was very much possible, he thought that he should've definitely seen this more. So that was strike one against his health.

Strike two was Vanitas' refusal to let others help him when he was injured. At the moment, his gait was slightly impaired by a limp from the previous fight and bruises had begun to bloom across his cheek. There was a scrape across his forehead that was slowly closing, and the glove that typically concealed his left hand in was torn, which revealed more cuts up his forearm. Noé knew that Vanitas healed quicker than most humans due to the blood of the vampire of the blue moon in him but that didn't mean that he didn't need to care for himself.

That led to strike three. Overall, Noé had concluded that Vanitas was bad at caring for himself. Rejecting help, ignoring food, not sleeping (another thing on Noé's list of Vanitas' irresponsibility), all things that would further lead to the human's demise. And it was not as if accepting such things was absurd. Why could the man not allow someone to tend to him? For being such a brilliant doctor (though he was uncertain as to the validity of the other's credentials regarding human doctoring), Vanitas was certainly thick-headed when it came to his own needs.

And that led Noé back to his earlier thoughts.

Vanitas was not fragile. But, sometimes, it was hard to think otherwise. Especially when he had just seen his partner crumple like a sack of flour. The vampire withheld a sigh. They would talk about this back at the hotel.

"Mon cher," Noé turned, noting an edge in the undertones of Vanitas' voice. He hoped they weren't about to fight, but he also wouldn't be shocked if his roommate had come to pick a bone with him. The doctor had disappeared to the rooftop when the two had returned to their current residence, likely done so to escape any concern the vampire might express. Noé had grown use to the routine after the first month or so when he had made the mistake of hovering around the man. Vanitas was skittish like a horse when it came to his wellbeing, and his partner's fawning had overwhelmed him. "Look at me."

Violet eyes rose to meeting striking blue ones, taking in the dark shadows painting the undereye. There was wariness in that gaze, a silent threat that he could and would run if even one wrong move was made. Vanitas approached the white-haired man's bed and set his medical bag at the foot of it much to Noé's surprise. He noted the other man's state of undress, night clothes covering his thin body. He didn't think he had seen his partner in fewer layers than his just his overcoat off.

"Like what you see?" Vanitas was quiet, the tease in his remark not quite genuine. He was tense, and, if Noé was allowed to note, seemed uncertain. It was a strange look on the human. He didn't know if he liked it.

"Vanitas...?" He trailed off, also keeping his voice low. He thought he saw trace amounts of vulnerability in those blue eyes. The younger man twisted strands of inky hair between fingers. He remained silent a few moments before shoving his medical bag into Noé's arms. The vampire stared at the bundle, startled. He raised a questioning gaze to his partner.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Vanitas scowled, though there was no real malice in it. "You're always pestering me about my health despite it being outside your grasp. If you're so damn insistent, I suppose you can deal with it yourself."

The man glared at the floor, a slight pout on his face. Noé let out a chuckle, a soft smile adorning his own. Vanitas flicked his glance towards the vampire, a faux annoyance creeping into his expression.

"Thank you, Vanitas," he said and began to work.

Noé was not nearly as skilled as Vanitas when it came to this. His fingers tangled the bandages and his nose scrunched at the smell of the rubbing alcohol. He tenderly swabbed at the scratch on the other's forehead and arm. The vampire went about it slowly, methodically, mildly afraid that he would somehow mess it up and make things worse. He kept his touch gentle.

Vanitas' reaction was predictable, but not something Noé had the foresight of considering.

In a second, the cloth was snatched from him by pale hands that immediately doused it in more disinfectant then scrubbed harshly at the cuts. Noé raised his eyes to take in the ire on Vanitas' face as the man hissed at the sting of the hydrogen peroxide. His ministrations were much rougher and faster, yet he still moved about with a grace that the vampire lacked. A particularly sharp inhale noted the treatment of a gash on his shoulder. The wound was no longer bleeding but still needed to be cleaned. Noé grabbed the doctor's wrists, halting him.

"Let me do this," he said, seriously. The look he leveled on the shorter man roused a glare from him. "You said you would let me do this."

"And you proceeded to treat me like porcelain, Noé," Vanitas sneered. There was contempt in that retort. "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher. Besides, I have no need for your pity."

"It's not pity, Vanitas," the vampire insisted, frustration creeping into his tone. "Treating you nicely isn't done out of pity, Vanitas. Don't you believe that you deserve some gentleness too?"

Dammit, Noé thought, biting his lip. That was sure to push the man to flee, at least for the night. Maybe most of tomorrow as well. Seriously, dammit. The human stared at him, stunned almost. As if that wasn't something Noé would say. He sighed. Well, he hadn't bolted yet, so maybe he could reason with him a little bit.

Carefully, the white-haired man took the cloth from fisted hands. He scooted back on the bed to give him some space.

"Vanitas," Noé said, studying the smaller one carefully. "Kindness isn't born out of pity. The way I tend to your injuries is not born out of pity.

"Et je sais. Je sais que tu n'es pas verre. Je sais.

"Please listen to me, Vanitas. I do not pity you."

The silence was tense. Noé wondered if Vanitas had listened to anything he had just said. He wondered if the human would still run away.

A hand suddenly grabbed the soft material of his nightshirt and yanked him forward. Noé stared into Vanitas' eyes, his own wide with surprise. Something raw and vulnerable rested on his face, and the vampire knew his words had reached him to some extent. Noé let himself be observed and taken apart and put back together by Vanitas' gaze. Stayed quiet as he was examined intently. Then, supposedly satisfied with his analysis, the doctor let him go. Handed him a roll of bandages.

"Je ne suis pas verre," Vanitas muttered.

"Oui, mon chéri," Noé smiled and thanked whatever beings might exist that his stubborn human was finally accepting his help.

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A/N:

Hello!

So, my French is not great, and I apologize for any and all grammatical, cultural, and spelling errors I made. I am in the process of learning the language, so unfortunately, what I wrote will likely contain inaccuracies. However, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!

Translations: "Mon cher" = "My dear" "Je ne suis pas verre, mon cher" = "I'm not glass, my dear" "Et je sais" = "And I know" "Je sais que tu n'es pas verre" = "I know that you're not glass" "Oui, mon chéri" = "Yes, my darling"

#vnc #vanitas no carte #vanoé #noé archiviste #vanitas #noé x vanitas #hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #vanitas is bad at feelings #noé is bad at feelings

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the-muppet-joker · 10 days

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You can consider yourself Catholic, but what you are doing is flaunting the name of God while openly sinning and refusing to repent. This goes against every teaching of the Bible and the Pope. It doesn’t mention puppet sex in the Bible but there were laws clearly set about sexual sin. Just because something is not detailed out, it doesn’t make it a loophole. There are clear commandments in the scriptures that any real Catholic would know.

Your concept of being the Joker and Kermit while also dating them is a complete contradiction to any possible form of logic, so I will break down the different options for how you are sinning with references from the Bible and Pope.

1. If you are just pretending all of this and writing fanfic, that makes it a form of porn. For a definition of written porn, Merriam Webster defines it as ”the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writing) intended to cause sexual excitement.”Catholics And Christians see porn as a sin. The Popes have condemned porn for a long time, for most recent reference, search for this article:

ForNational Catholic Register: Pope Francis Is Right: Pornography Consumption Opens a Gate to the Demonic

2. If you are the Joker/Kermit, sex would be considered masturbation. Any real Catholic would know how the Church and Bible views that as a sin. Search the following article:

Catholic.com Why is Masturbation Wrong?

3. If Joker/Kermit are separate human male beings from you, you would be engaging in homosexuality. The Church’s stance has always been clear. Marriage and sex is between one man and woman, only after they have been married through the Church. Search the following for reference:

Simplycatholic.com Theological Anthropology 101: Why Marriage is Between One Man and One Woman

4. And if they are separate beings and Kermit is a FROG, that means you are in engaging in bestiality. The Catholic Church teaches animals do NOT have a soul, see Genesis 1:26-27. Engaging in bestiality is one of the gravest sexual sins. See Bible references below.

Exodus 22:19, Leviticus 18:23, Leviticus 20:15-16, Deuteronomy 27:21, Matthew 19:3:12

If you are Catholic, how long has it been since your last confession? Maybe you should go to church and talk to Father about all this and see what he has to say. Or are you too ashamed of your sin to be a real Catholic and repent? Do you take the name of Christ when it’s funny and write on Tumblr about how you enjoy drawing pentagrams and admire Satanism?

Jeremiah 21:14 “But I will punish you according to the fruit of your doings, saith the LORD:”

Is that so? Continues having mind blowing sex with Kermit and the Joker while remaining pure in the eyes of God

On a serious note. Didn't want to get into this, as it is personal and not many believe me, but are you familiar with Divine Revelation? Yeah. I have a direct line of communication with the Lord (similar to the Pope) and He approves of my lifestyle. I am not willing to argue about this as I know it to be true.

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oboetemasuka · 3 months

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Order of Attack, part 9

"A Withering Flame"

Finally, I've written Fuuta's voice drama. And revised it. And revised it again. And used the mega shears on the dialogue because Fuuta can't use long sentences.

What a monster of a chapter. I deserve a break. Next up is a shorter one-shot.

Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts. Haruka's situation is also briefly mentioned. There's also something about Fuuta repeatedly stopping Es from getting Shidou.

(Courtesy link to the fic; will update at some point)

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Es entered the cell and took in the layout. Fuuta was propped up in a hospital bed, his neck and torso securely braced and his left arm in a sling. He was kneading a Jackalope stress toy with his right hand, digging his nails into it. More stress toys stood on the table to his right, and Es almost tripped on one a few feet ahead. As Fuuta saw Es approaching, he dropped what he was holding and swatted the rest out of his reach.

"Been a… while, Warden," Fuuta said. Es was expecting more malice in his tone, but he sounded like his life force was draining.

"Fuuta… you…" They pulled a chair to the side of the table and took a seat. "Are you okay?"

"…look like it?" Fuuta responded. If he was angry, his voice did a terrible job of showing it.

Es didn't know how to respond. Do I look like it? was obviously a rhetorical question, but they needed to show some tact.

After a moment, Fuuta spoke up again. "…look awful… don't I?"

Still unsure of what to say, Es nodded slightly.

"Could've been worse. Could've died."

Es stared down, pondering their next words. Several seconds passed, and then Fuuta's voice registered in their head again.

"Oi… talking to you." Fuuta's irritated glare met Es as they lifted their head.

"I'm sorry," they said, "I'm… I'm not sure what I can say."

"Don't know what to say? I almost died because of… you don't know… Even so, it's a miracle I … If Shidou had taken any longer, would've been over for me. Don't blame him, though. …Oi, say something."

"Sor-"

"Sorry won't cut it." Fuuta sounded more pained than angry.

Es took a breath. "…Kotoko did this to you?"

"No sh… agh…" Fuuta gasped for air.

"Fuuta!" Es got up and walked to his side. "I'll go get Shidou-"

"Don't!" Fuuta's eyes betrayed his desperation. After they locked eyes for a few moments, Fuuta let out a chuckle. "Look … you … down on me, like always. Must be so happy to see…"

"I- no, I'm not. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think Kotoko would-"

"Beat me to near-death? What'd you expect … you affirmed her…"

"I…"

"…thought she wouldn’t have … same crime here in… Oi, quit standing… staring…"

"I’m sorry, I didn't think-"

"Useless… apology…"

But what else could Es do besides apologize? Stand their ground and contradict Fuuta while he was in that pitiful state?

"Really didn't think it'd… turn out… Me too. All I did… call some bad person out… say what's wrong was wrong… Their reasons were b-" Fuuta gasped and clutched his chest. Es began to turn towards the door, but Fuuta grabbed their cape with his right hand.

Es swatted his hand away. "Hey, you can't just grab me like that."

"Don't dare…"

"Fine, I won't get Shidou. Yet." Es stood in place and waited for Fuuta to regain his voice.

"You judged me… said I was unforgivable… without the whole story… How's that any different?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's so hypo- khh!" Fuuta slammed his hand on the table, trying to play it off as an emphasis, but that didn't mask his pain.

"Careful, Fuuta! You'll hurt-" Es gave up on that concern when Fuuta glared. "Someone died because of you. You're saying I'm the same?"

"I didn't think they'd die!"

"But you knew people would dogpile them."

"I wasn't acting alone. Anyone else… out of my control… Why'd you pick me…"

"Milgram has judged-"

"Milgram doesn't make any f-"

Maybe Es should have put their foot down and called Shidou regardless of Fuuta's wishes. But something compelled them to hear him out. "Don't push yourself."

Fuuta was clearly annoyed, but he took a breath and continued. "Still don't see it? We're just the same!"

"Me? The same as you?" Es couldn't deny Fuuta's point. They both made their judgments without thinking that someone could be seriously hurt—or dead.

"I'll tell you. They were just in middle school. Maybe closer to Amane… than you…"

"Amane…" Es already knew this from what they gleaned from Fuuta's first video, but it didn't register how close in age their victims were. Wait, why were they thinking of Amane as a victim? "Amane… huh… I noticed you two have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"You kidding? Don't change the subject... You don't talk about her like… Only one who cared before everything went to hell. You made her go through it. Decided she wasn't forgivable… painted a target… She could've died too! Then we'd be exactly…"

"Don't put me on the same level as you."

"Are you not-"

"I'm just doing my job. Nobody told you to go online and decide who are bad people and harass them. You made a game out of judgment. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Fuuta laughed at Es for still failing to acknowledge their similarities. Then he winced in pain. Then he kept laughing and mocking Es for taking their job seriously. Es snapped back. A pointless, cyclical conversation. Fuuta stopped Es from calling Shidou no less than three times.

Eventually, the bell brought the conversation to a halt.

Silence.

Why was Fuuta so quiet?

"Hey… Fuuta?" Es leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes seemed glassy, and he seemed to be breathing more slowly. "Fuuta… I'll go get-"

"Don't. Not worth…"

"Worth what?"

"If you're not going to… forgive… what's the point… living?"

"Don't say-"

"Everything hurts so much. Painkillers don't help… Strange wonder I survived. Is it really worth it?"

"Worth it…" What could Es even say about that? Anything they could think of was either more unwanted pity or…

A cold accusation that Fuuta was bargaining his life for forgiveness. Es's thoughts flitted back to Haruka's interrogation- no, that comparison was unfair. Haruka's loaded intentions were worlds away from Fuuta's resignation. How could Es dare…

"I understand… this job requires resolve…"

"Resolve? You really have resolve… just kill me. With your own two hands. Don't hide behind the rules."

"I can't do that. I can't sink to the prisoners' level. It's my job as the warden to make a fair judgement. I… I have to judge each and every one of you… no matter how much they plead, cry, or bargain… even if they are dying right in front of me."

"What is even the point? You give a damn about my life, forgive me! If not, kill me… get it over with."

"Bargaining tactics won't work with me."

"Not like I care. Or… if I get out of this alive, I'll… kill… you…"

"Fine by me. If we truly are the same, then I'll have had it coming. Now, Prisoner no. 3, Fuuta, sing your sins."

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Q: “What are you thinking about?”

A: “Ways to get rid of the pain”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #es milgram #milgram es #cw suicidal thoughts #fic #bad things happen to amane

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defectivefanboy · 1 year

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(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

#foolish writing #request open #helluva boss #Hb crimson #crimson x reader #helluva boss crimson #helluva boss exes and oohs #request

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descent-of-a-queen · 2 years

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[The Aishi Curse + Very Detailed Headcanons about Ayano]

I've always been a big fan of Ayano Aishi's inability to feel emotions and the Aishi curse. However not a lot of people share that sentiment which I get bc it can be seen as a major plot hole bc an Aishi is framed to feel utterly nothing so it feels strange to see them care, to do something that yields nothing for them.

Like how Ayano felt pity for her father and acting like a perfect and normal girl. Ayano acting normal and fitting in. Which means she can to some extent feel something. Sure, you can argue that she's doing so to lead an easier life but it contradicts things. She shouldn't care, she shouldn't care about those things bc that's the point. If she didn't care at all, she wouldn't be doing all this, she would simply go through the motions, bc she should have no reason to live or do anything. However I still like it and it just needs more touch ups.

I basically made an AU, where it’s more innocent Reverse Harem with basically Ayano fitting the lead heroine role. Having more hobbies, interests, personality, but retains her illness however to some extent she can feel things. Like somethings can evoke something in her. I wanted to flesh her out into a heroine rather than a heartless killer. Oh, btw Ryoba is dead lol and there's some other major changes.

I won’t be discussing the AU here, this is mostly headcanons to make Ayano in general more "hashtag relatable". I jest, but it’s basically about odd quirks she’s developed over the years to give her more depth. If you guys wanna know about the AU just say and I'll share it.

Headcanons:

Ayano feels nothing, so there exists a void in her that she notices and focuses on whenever she is not doing anything. She can't put it into words but it leaves her more empty than she already is when she’s not doing anything.

Due to this, Ayano does not like doing nothing. Constantly on the move and focusing on different, picking up new hobbies constantly so she isn’t left alone with the void that eats her from the inside.

TL:DR; will literally do anything then be stuck doing nothing.

She is often taken advantage by her peers especially in group projects, bc she’s “helpful”. Since these helpful acts are mostly for her. She doesn’t really mind, but her friends, often Midori take the work and shove it back to the people who ask her.

She uses schedules and planners, organizes everything which makes her seem responsible and meticulous. Often seen as a busybody by her peers; her father, adults, and friends worry about her health when they see her planner.

When there’s the inevitable moment where she’s stuck doing nothing, she will start fidgeting. She’ll mess with anything within reach, tap her shoes, snap her fingers, drum her fingers, basically anything to keep her occupied.

She acts normal. Though she doesn’t pretend to be angry since she finds the task unnecessary and can cause unnecessary rifts in relationships therefore loses all her progress; some people think she’s just very patient and some people find in unnerving how she doesn’t even get annoyed or irritated at literally anything.

She cannot cry, however she can cry if something gets into her eye or if she’s under too much pain. She’ll basically only cry due to physical pain, but nothing emotional.

Ayano blends fairly well into school and in social situations, but she’ll still face things she doesn’t quite understand. She often shrugs them off and adapts in situations, she goes to search about it later. She understands what’s polite and what’s rude but she might say something insensitive, brutally honest, from time to time.

Ayano although cannot feel emotions sadness, anger, disgust, disappointment. It doesn't mean her body doesn't have natural reactions and reflexes. Although there’s some minute differences between hers and an average person's.

Like she has a flight or fight response but fear, panic, shock, etc does not register into her head and expressions. But her mind and body does register that she could be in potential danger and so her protects her. An example would be is if you tried to scare her, if she recognizes you are a danger to her, there’s a chance she will punch you.

Her body still functions as it should, tho she has no emotions. Like if she runs her heart rate will shoot up. A feeling she actually likes. If she does not sleep, her body and mind will function like a person with no sleep.

She’s an adrenaline junkie. You can’t change my mind.

She likes spicy food. The hotter, the better. I mostly say this bc spicy food releases these hormones that make you happy, but really she likes how her body reacts to it. The painful spice that makes her heart race.

Coffee as always gives her that energized feeling.

Ayano is an avid fan of romance from music, books, movies, plays, shows to even historical irl love stories. She absolutely adores them. It’s like an overpowered drug to her, it what’s connects her to her roots as an Aishi. She’s addicted to the feeling of consuming all things romantic.

Smiles will unconsciously grace her lips, the warmth glowing from her cheeks and the fluttering of her heart.

There will literally be moments where she has to stop and start pacing to calm down. She’s trapped in a trance when she gets too into it that she would full on lose her sense of time and ignore her body’s needs.

It's basically a small taste to what she'll feel when she meets the one.

Bc of romance she's basically idealized romance. Already hooked on the idea of getting married and having kids. Having a fairy tale happily ever after. Feeling like what she reads and consumes will be like real life but better.

She doesn’t understand why people feel the need to hide certain emotions. Although Ayano doesn’t feel nor fully understands the complexity of emotions, she’ll try to coax and encourage them to show it to her.

She finds it mesmerizing but also there exist that tiny, miniscule thing inside her that hurts whenever she sees people hiding it.

#yandere simulator #yandere sim #yansim #ayano aishi #ryoba aishi #yandere simulator au #the reverse harem au #male rivals #headcanons #taro yamada

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childotkw · 10 months

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If regulus was reincarnated into the Naruto verse, how much damage do you think he would do to the plot??

Hmm, I'd say it'd depend on which era he reincarnates in, the type of reincarnation we're talking (is he born into a ninja's body? is he in his own body? more dimension-hopping than reincarnation??) and if he keeps his magic or not? Naruto's universe has already got insane jutsu, so Regulus whipping out random spells wouldn't be completely out of place. At least at first.

He'd bamboozle most ninja though his obvious use of jutsu but no one can explain the shit he does at the same time because there's no surge of chakra to accompany any of his 'jutsu'.

Levitating shit? Surely it must be a wind jutsu of some kind but there's no breeze?

Teleporting?? Must be some variant of Tobirama's cheater jutsu (Madara's words), but it doesn't require any noticeable marker to move to?

Invading minds and skimming surface thoughts???? They're almost positive he's not a Yamanaka but blond hair is recessive so maybe one of his parents had dark hair??

Honestly, if he's in his original body, the only thing that they have over him is that he's not as physical as a ninja. He's slower, weaker, his reaction time is tiny, and his stamina is terrible compared to a ninja.

But he's not easy prey by any means.

This contradiction is interesting for whichever ninja stumbles across him because he moves like a soldier and can do things even jutsu struggle to emulate but only registers as a civilian to their senses.

For instance, let's say Regulus dies in the cave and wakes up in the forest utterly alone. He's got his wand and absolutely nothing else, but he's disorientated enough that he can't trust himself to apparate.

So he trots off, and eventually hits a tiny village - in Japan??? He thinks??? His Japanese is non-existent but he has enough strength for a translation spell that lets him communicate with a lovely elderly couple that take him in and help him recover.

His panic is slow churning but well-hidden when he eventually figures out that he is very much not where he should be. These people have no idea what England is, or what country they're in - they keep saying something like 'Land of Fire' and mention cities like 'Konoha' and Regulus is genuinely considering that this is a very vivid hallucination cooked up by his dying brain.

Still, he pushes on, recovering from his fatigue only to nearly have a heart attack when he's caught using magic to fix a broken plate. He's got one foot out the door when the old man, Aoi, just goes oh are you one of those ninja people? and Regulus is so confused that he just agrees without really understanding it.

Once he calms down enough, he slowly starts to put together the pieces and comes to the terrifying but somehow believable notion that he's in a different world.

And...well...he has no idea how to get back home. Doesn't really want to, in a way, because his life before had been dark and cruel and besides Kreacher he didn't really have anyone waiting for him. It hurts but Regulus has never been one to lie to himself.

So he lets himself mourn, spends some time coming to terms with his new reality, and then does what he always does - picks himself up and carries on.

He decides to make the most of this new place, first by repaying Aoi and his kind wife by repairing their home and (maybe) laying down some wards to keep them safe. He finds a new meaning in this simple life - helping around this little village, using magic-that-people-here-call-jutsu to help with the seasonal work, healing the sick and injured with improvised potions and tonics...

For the first time in his life, Regulus feels like he's making a positive difference. For the first time, he's using his magic to help people and he kind of loves it.

He doesn't mean to draw attention from Konoha, or to get involved in their politics. It's not his fault these annoying fucking ninja are crawling all over him like weevils, asking questions he's never going to answer. It's not his fault these assholes don't know when to take a hint, and it's not his fault that his short temper leads to him flattening some of them as a warning to stay out of his business.

Jokes on him though because that just makes these bastards more fascinated.

Regardless of the era, Regulus would completely derail things. It's just a matter of who he's unfortunately saddled with - the Founders, Kakashi's generation, or Naruto's.

Either way, he'd be beating curious ninja off with a stick.

#anonymous #HP #Naruto #regulus black #someone come save regulus from curious ninja #they all wanna know how he does jutsu without chakra #regulus just wants to live in peace but these assholes wont leave him alone

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