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songbird-is-crying · 9 months

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Good Omens 2 may have wrecked my heart and soul and I may not recover until season 3 is released but believe me when I tell you it DELIVERED. I am a sucker for a good confrontation in a love story, and but I (personally) so rarely find them. It is a miscommunication trope, but it’s just a lack of understanding and innate differences in character that are keeping them apart!! rather than someone overhearing something and getting the wrong idea (looking at you, Shrek and the Fiona Sunflower scene). But when it is derived from programmed ideals and nurtured habits and beliefs it is so interesting when they conflict, i mean…

Do y’all understand how narratively SATISFYING it will be when aziraphale and crowley come together in the end and learn how to be with each other?? Just be?? The catharsis we will all experience because these two motherfuckers will have gone through the abyss or the bottomless pit or whatever the rock bottom stage is called in the hero’s journey only to come out of it?? And still choose to love each other?? Do you know how strong their love has got to be to pull that off??

Because this show is all about how love wins. LOVE WINS!! Not in some low effort, poor design quality slogan to grab your attention as well as your wallet in a target pride merch section, but in a real sense that love conquers all. Ok, that is still cheesy, but it really does!! The lengths that people go for each other because they love, it can’t be beat!! Like, the fact that Crowley’s and Aziraphale’s Miracle Magic Time is strongest when they work together because they are in LOOVVEEE. Good Omens is not about choosing a side and fighting to the death for loyalty’s sake, it’s about loving someone to the extreme that you will go to any lengths for them, fight to protect them, care for them, want to make the world better for them!! That is a force that cannot be beaten because love refuses to bow to anything!!Because love is bloodthirsty and raw and domestic and charming, and the breakup basically guarantees that we WILL see this force in action because we already KNOW their love is strong and deep enough to withstand this…

GIRL…

When these two come together in the end, I will fall to my knees in worship and make a god out of Neil Gaiman Himself because they will have earned it, because they will have come to a better understanding of themselves and be prepared to love without hesitation and without barriers. And it will be so beautiful.

Can you honestly sacrifice this future just for the instant gratification of them getting together at the end of season 2?? Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you prefer them living in unresolved, nonverbal ignorance because you’re too afraid of making them face their fears of being alone and being without purpose first??

Season 1 made me realize my personal philosophy on the nature of humanity and choice and sides, but now I really see that it’s about choosing to be on the side of what you love, and how that loyalty is the only true thing and the universe.

(But before you think “well, Crowley was ready to give up everything and love Aziraphale, but Aziraphale chose not to be on his side and love him” you forget that Aziraphale wants to fix the system to be fair to people like Crowley because he loves him and believes him to be the most “good” out of anyone he’s met, even himself! He loves him so much he wants to fix the world for him, and he did what he thought was right by not wavering and committing to his mission, even if that meant losing him!!)

God, I love this show so much. The book, the radio, my precious vinyl records of the soundtrack (love you David Arnold, muah), and even the graphic novel I will never see for at least a year, it’s just all so incredibly important to me. Good Omens has helped me realize what I truly believe in and has really influenced my outlook on life. And wow that is cheesy, but it’s ok that this show makes me insane, how it makes me ramble on tumblr at midnight because of the appreciation it has given me for the world around me, because I feel so much love doing so.

I wish I could express everything this show has made me feel. But my feelings are simply ineffable.

I LOVE LOVE!! I LOVE LIFE!! I LOVE EVERYTHING!! THE WORLD IS GOOD AND KIND BECAUSE WE HAVE PEOPLE AND THINGS AND PASSIONS TO CARE ABOUT!!!

#I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS SHOW #SO NORMAL #NORMALIZE HYPERFIXATING ON TWO OLD OCCULT BEINGS WHO LOVE BUT ARE ALSO DUMB #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #i am an aziraphale apologist #shout out to the three people who will read this in full #know that i love you #and you are valid #and no matter what happens you mean so much to me #neil gaiman #he’s here too

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto, Choso, Megumi, Yuuji and Ryomen Sukuna in The Horrid Dinner ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul language, Suggestive Themes and Hints of Violence

Trigger Warning ⚠️ None Really

Dictionary❤️‍🔥Y/N for Your name

No Pronouns up in this bih

Woah Baby, This One Got Big Cast line up❤️‍🔥 This Came to me when I was driving and I just have to write these headcanons❤️‍🔥 Thank you for all Love and Support ❤️‍🔥 I appreciate y’all so much ❤️‍🔥 Much Love Boos!

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A coworker invited your mans and you over to their place for Dinner, It’s only polite to accept the invitation, right??? The Worst that could happen is a wasted night, Right?? WRONG They tried to sell you products and the Food They cooked looked like Mush and smelled like Tush. It's Revolting. How does your man react to such a disgusting sight?? Let’s Find out

Nanami Kento

✰ Nanami loves any moment to meet people in your circle so when your coworker promised a black tie event, he was happy to attend

✰ You both walked in looking like tens, Hell Nanami even made a soufflé for everyone but disdain soon hit y’all faces, this wasn’t a black tie dinner but a marketing scheme recruitment

✰ Frustrating it is but since your other coworkers is also here and They have bottomless top shelf Bourbon; Nanami and you decided to stay for a little while

✰ As you mingled and talked with your other coworkers about the pure audacity of y’all coworker fooling y’all, Your man was right beside you looking handsome as ever

✰ The presentation started and they was trying to recruit y’all into joining their weight loss herb family, For only 2,000 dollars you can buy in and be on your way to selling a miracle product

✰ Nanami watched the poorly made videos while drinking enough bourbon to drunken the average man

✰ You can only tell Nanami had a surplus amount of liquor by how flush his cheeks are but he’s still able to drill your coworker on this “Miracle Herb” so hard that they finish up the presentation earlier than they expected to

✰ They brought out the dinner and boy it’s a mad experience, The food smelled the room up plus it wasn’t recognizable at all

✰ Your other coworkers was all looking like at each other with what the hell expression

✰ Nanami was puzzled at what was before him, it looked nothing like your coworker tried to said it was

✰ He already knew y’all couldn’t eat this, hell he can’t be off of work with a severe stomach bug

✰ Simultaneously everyone excused themselves from the table while thanking the hosting coworker for alright night

✰ As you drove home Nanami started laughing about he couldn’t believe the nerve of your coworker trying to get y’all to invest in their unproven weight loss herb after they lied to get you all there in the first place

✰ Nanami do feel bad for you, your kindness was taken for a ride and that truly hurts him

✰ Needless to say that coworker didn’t have shit to say to you any more

Gojo Satoru

✰ The News about the Invitation to dinner Shocked Gojo, The same coworker who always been a issue invited y’all to dinner?? It’s suspicious

✰ You were excited thinking this was their way of apologizing and being kind

✰ In truth Gojo thought going to your problem coworker home for dinner was a awful idea but He kept that shit to himself

✰ See Gojo remembers All the pranks, Rumors and Skullduggery your coworker pulled on you before and he really don’t like them himself

✰ The night of the dinner your coworker was incredibly Kind to you both, Holding pleasant conversation until they started talking about how they wanted you to buy in and be a part of their huge makeup selling family

✰ They started to show off the makeup you would be selling if you join up while bragging about profits but little did they know this surprise recruitment about to go sideways

✰ Gojo: Is this makeup sweat proof???

✰ Your Coworker: I mean yes but sir You’re not supposed to work out in makeup, it bad for your skin

✰ Gojo: I didn’t say anything about working out! I meant is it intimate activities proof?? You know what, Babe can you please put some of this sweat proof makeup on so we can test it out?? We’re going to the car and putting this makeup to the test! Should take a hour or two depends all on the mood and if Y/N wants a encor-

✰ Your coworker agitated: That won’t be necessary, the makeup not even waterproof. I lied so can you please be quiet

✰ Gojo: Aww :(

✰ After this ordeal Your coworker rudely brought out the food which didn’t look or smelled like food

✰ Gojo Geniunuely : You sell compost too??? I’ll take several bins of your compost

✰ Your coworker: Get Y’all asses out my house NOW

✰ Needless to say the moment y’all asses made it outside You was laughing your ass off

✰ Gojo made you being fooled worth it in your book

Geto Suguru

✰ Geto time is precious but he’ll do anything for you including going to your coworker place for dinner

✰ Walked in with his “I’m only here for Y/N” face; old rude ass

✰ He was ready to leave the moment they said something about a small seminar?? ✰ Before the food?? They are really trying to sell y’all shit by inviting y’all asses to a fake dinner?? He’s heated

✰ Holding back words like unsupiorour sacks of filth he watched the seminar but the shade was present

✰ Shit nearly hit the fan when your coworker tried to put some of their hair taming product in Geto hair, you never seen his eyes look so wild tbh it was kind of hot

✰ After they saw how pissed he was they backed off and decided it was dinner time

✰ The food looks and smell absolutely nauseating

✰ Geto wasn’t even going to eat their cooking anyway but he mad they fooled y’all and took advantage of your kindness Plus they look dirty too; this is just too much

Geto going through all his emotions at once and it showing, He’s trembling

✰ Geto: Did you just serve us fucking pig slop to Eat??? You dirty parasite, I will des-

You grabbing his hand stopped his murderous wrath, This is about you not him and it calms him

✰ You was the one who spoke up about leaving, breaking the awkward hostility

Grabbing your things and your man arm you bid your coworker farewell and thank them for the experience

✰ Once in the car Geto apologized to you for being so rude and out of pocket but you reassured him everything was alright

✰ Pizza and movie binge will be the way y’all top of the night bringing a wonderful end to a fucked up situations

Fushiguro Toji

✰ When you get told Toji about your Coworker inviting you two to dinner, he wasn’t pleased but of course he still agreed to go with you

✰ He already dislikes this coworker from the fact they pulled some shady shit on you before

✰ Walking in to their home, Your Coworker pushed pass Toji to embrace you in hug; stepping on Toji foot in the process. Strike one

✰ After the foot crushing and hugging your coworker started up about some inexpensive perfume they was selling pulling y’all into a horrible presentation

✰ Toji is intimidating, His demeanor and his aura literally says don’t fuck with me or mine but this didn’t stop your coworker from spraying him with their stinky cheap perfume for two hours straight. Strike Two

✰ To the untrained eye Toji facial expression Is chill but you can tell he’s pissed beyond belief

✰ When they finally brought out the food Toji couldn’t believe his eyes, nose and ears

✰ You watched Toji lift the plate and look under it Then he looked over his shoulder for Kutcher because this has to be a prank

✰ What. The. Fuck. Toji is pissed, All manners he came in with let the building the second that plate touched the table

✰ He doesn’t even want to ask them what its supposed to be, It smells like shit and he's not eating it

✰ While he's dealing with the overwhelming thoughts that is hitting him all at once over this stinking and ugly food; all he can remember is that he could be at home right now with good food in his belly and you between his thighs and boy is he mad now

✰ He pushing both of your plates away before you try any of this ugly food and get sick from it

✰ Toji doesn’t give a fuck about your coworker feelings, His night is ruined and he wants out NOW

✰ Toji: Y/N let’s go, This nasty shit making my stomach flip and flop.

✰ If you say you’re not ready to go Toji getting up and slamming doors as he walks to the car to sit in it Steaming

✰ But if you leave with him?? He’s going to complain about the experience all the way to nearest fast food joint Because mans still Hungry

Ryomen Sukuna/ Yuuji Itadori

✰ Sukuna was adamant about not going and wasting time even though our sweet Yuuji is willing to waste a night if it meant making you happy

✰ When y’all pulled up in front of your coworker’s place Sukuna warned y’all the food cooking smells horrid but Yuuji ignored him After all Yuuji didn’t smell anything and Sukuna was loud about how he wanted to be anywhere but here; His word can’t be trusted

✰ Walking in your coworker home they automatically started their spiel about a time share and how you can buy in to their not really beachfront one bedroom condo

✰ They tried to sell it hard too and Yuuji was asking questions like he actually was interested (With his broke ass)

✰ Yuuji was so sweet to them while you was getting mad because your ass got fooled

✰ After Yuuji told them about his poor credit score (Thanks Sukuna!) and the fact he’s monetarily challenged, They decided to bring out dinner

✰ The food before you smelt absolutely unappetising and the appearance was nauseating

✰ Yuuji was alarmed but his hunger unwavering and since he’s built different he took a spoonful of what he thought was yams; mans started into a deep coughing fit

✰ Right before your eyes you watched Yuuji turn into Sukuna

✰ Sukuna flipped The table sending food, Plates and silverware all into your coworkers carpet

✰ His eyes darted right to your coworker’s with bloodlust

✰ Sukuna: First you bored me and now you tried to poison my vessel with garbage sludge you called food?? Time to die

✰ Your coworker pissed themselves as Sukuna walked towards them, Only stopping when you wrapped your loving arms him and softly placed your head on his back; You calmed the raging storm that you loved

✰ Sukuna looked at your coworker and only huffed as he walked passed them and exited their home

✰ Your Coworker breaking the silence between you two: What The Fuck was that??!??

✰ You: You know Venom??? My boyfriend living The Movie Btw don’t call the cops cause I really don’t want him dirtying our place up with their Blood. Sorry about the mess, See ya at work.

✰ From what you heard Your coworker quit their job and moved far away right after this incident , oops

Choso

✰When you first told him about y’all Invitation to dinner he was excited, He knows you want to make a good impression and he’s always willing to go the extra mile for you

✰ Even when your coworker said dinner would be after they show you all videos about the face tightening cream they was selling, Choso was still sweet and kind

✰ Y’all sat there for three hours waiting for the food while your coworker kept yammering about their snake oil cream

✰ By the time they decided to bring the food out both of your asses was numb for sitting too long

✰ The food they placed before you wasn’t worth your suffering, Corn was unrecognizable and slimy; Food looking antique

✰ Y’all politeness is about to be the death of y’all smh

✰ Choso really debating about the rudeness of not trying this food while you’re streaming about getting conned out of your night

✰ Out the corner of your eye you see Choso eating what your coworker called the “Scrumptious” chicken roast (Which didn’t resemble chicken at all btw) all you can do is watch your poor man face slowly turn green and him get sweaty

✰ Choso has contacted salmonella

✰ His stomach is weak and he’s terribly sick sitting at the table while your coworker has left the scene

✰150+ years and he’s about To be taken out by something called scrumptious chicken roast wtf

✰ The ride home was rough as hell baby for the both of y’all

✰ You had to nurse Choso back to health but he’s the most loving patient ever so it’s not so tedious

✰ Choso was out for a entire month and his poor tummy still gets upset at the thought of what he had to endure

✰ This experience bought y’all closer

Fushiguro Megumi

✰ Our King Megumi inherited his fathers hard to read expression, He look pissed even when his head empty

✰ Is happy for you when you first told him about your new coworker because he see them as a potential new friend for you, He’s always busy and his friends is busy too

✰ So he’s trying his best not to walk right back out of the door with you when he saw your coworker living room turnt into MLM presentation

✰ videos with generic music and quality giving 2009 YouTube video filmed on iPhone 2

✰ Your coworker was ready to sell y’all home warranty plan for the cheap one time price for 3,995 dollars, All appliances covered!

✰ Megumi eyes said clearly he doesn’t believe this bullshit and he hate they lied to you to pull into this shit

✰ He’s looking over the contract and reading the fine print while they continue flapping their gums about how much the warranty covers

✰ Megumi annoyed: Your contract says the warranty doesn’t cover the appliances, only the copper wires??

✰ Your coworker: You read the fine print???

✰ Your coworker was visibly shaken and decided to end the sale effort then and there, time for dinner they said

✰ The food they presented to y’all reeked like hazardous waste and the appearance was hideous enough to make a hungry man run away

✰ Megumi fighting back the urge to be rude so hard and he’s losing

✰ He whipped out his phone and started ordering food for pickup because it would be a cold day in hell a scammer costs y’all to catch E.coli, Manners be damned

✰ After he was done ordering he asked you was you ready to go or not and he waited for you to get up from the table before he got up because he wasn’t going to leave you alone with this fooled

✰ When you got into his car Megumi asked you was you okay and could you please not associate with that coworker anymore??

✰ The rest of y’all night is spent with Good food, Horror movies and Megumi head in your lap looking up at you

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bucketsofmonsters · 2 years

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For the Wierd Questions for Writers, 10, 24, and 37?

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Other pieces of writing haunt me all the time, cling in my head for years and years.

The most persistent example of this is The Little Prince, which I read minimum 3 times a year and have written dozens of essays about, I'd definitely call that it haunting me.

My own writing haunts me too, in many ways. The easiest to explain is that I simply do not have time to write all the ideas I have. I currently have 24 wips, all of which I care immensely about, some of which have been with me for years and years and it sort of feels like they're always hanging over my head until I finally get them all down.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

My prep work is a mess. For particularly complex stories I’ll make a web of plot points and character arcs on my wall but usually my outlines are just an unbroken, pages long wall of text that combines vague descriptions, plot points, and lengthy bits of back and forth dialogue with no tags. It’s an absolutely incomprehensible mess and frankly it’s a miracle I can turn it into anything even vaguely readable.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

They would think a lot of wrong things!! I’m like the opposite of write what you know lol. Hell, I’m an aromantic running a monster romance blog.

I’ve written a lot of stuff y’all aren’t privy to, including a few novels, and I think they probably paint the picture of someone who has too many ideas, which isn’t wrong I suppose. The types of stories I write, and the genres they fall in, and the themes they explore are truly all over the place, I just have a lot to say.

#asks #ask game #I have so much fun doing these #thank you for the questions!!

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softzhongli · 2 years

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summary: even the cupid can fall in love, right? word count: 2,039 warnings: a little angsty? sorry i can’t stop asdfghjkl links: masterlist // ao3 requestes: open posted: 14/02/2022 a/n: happy valentine’s day y’all 🖤 have a little sth from yours truly to sweeten the day (there’s probably a shitton of mistakes but i’m too tired to check #NoBetaWeDieLikeRexLapis lmao)

You’d think, being the Cupid would make falling in love a lot easier, right? The whole purpose of being the deity of love is to take care and make sure people, right for each other, are falling in love.

Yeah, the right people, that’s the catch.

For someone responsible for love, you weren’t doing the best job when it came to your own love life. How pathetic would it sound to people if they knew you were in an unrequited love? And not on the receiving end? Cupid suffering from a crush. Even you had to laugh just thinking about it.

To be completely honest, you weren’t one hundred percent sure Diluc wasn’t reciprocating your feelings. It’s not like you were ever brave enough to confess. He also never took the first step but you knew it would take a miracle for Diluc to make a move if he even felt something for you. Also, he had no idea you were the Cupid so not only didn’t he know you were in love with him but also he had no idea who you really are. And it was eating you alive. You wanted to tell him so bad but revealing that you’re not even a human being somehow scared you more than telling him about your feelings and it scared you like hell.

It was now a little over a year since you met Diluc for the first time, when you quite literally fell from the sky and he was the one who found you near the Monstadt gates hours later. You were literally out of this world and all those clichés made you internally roll your eyes more times than you could count at this point. To this day you’re not sure if it was a blessing or a curse that your wings retracted before Diluc stumbled upon you. Maybe it would’ve been easier if he knew right away who you are.

After all the time you spent here with Diluc it’s funny now how you disliked him at first. It might be due to being in a completely new environment among total strangers. Diluc had several changes in the way he treated you throughout the time you’ve known him. When he saw you at first he was very kind and worried, making sure you’re okay and unharmed then doing a complete one-eighty and being suspicious and wary of you, to eventually getting to know you and making you feel welcomed and safe in his presence. Not to mention completely stealing your heart somewhere along the way.

“Y/n, you’re staring.” Diluc said without even looking your way.

“Well, you’re pretty, how could I not?” You teased.

Contrary to talking about your actual feelings, flirting was like a second nature to you. It was easy. Most of the time just telling people what they wanted to hear, stroking their ego a little. You especially liked to test your skills on Diluc, because the way he looked when he would immediately blush was your absolutely favourite sight to see. He never flirted back or at least you don’t think he did and definitely not in the way you were used to but it never stopped you before. And Diluc clearly didn’t mind that much as he never directly told you to stop.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re beautiful.” You winked at him and tried to stifle a laugh when Diluc nearly dropped a bottle of wine.

“Do you have an off button?”

“You should know the answer to that question by now.”

You wanted to tease him even more but the door to the tawern opened and in walked a beautiful blond haired girl. She didn’t waste any time and came straight to the bar and when she stopped right next to you you were almost knocked out by how powerful her lever of traction was. It was something you could always pick up on if the potential match was near a person. Even without your ability you’d be able to see she had her eyes on Diluc both figuratively and literally.

The problem was Diluc because even after more than a year you were yet to feel even the slightest form of attraction or affection on him. It was strange. Normally it’s the first you pick up on but with him it was impossible, at least for now.

After only a few seconds you had to excuse yourself. The atmosphere was suffocating, your heart clenched uncomfortably and it started to get hard to breath. You had to clear your head.

The easiest way would be to materialize your bow and a pair of arrows and just shoot them both in the hearts but with Diluc still being unreadable you couldn’t risk it. It might like fun and games to pair people and watch them fall in love but if you ever miss a match you’d basically sentenced both of them for a life of heartbreak and the thought of Diluc hurting like that was unbearable. There was no space for mistakes.

As soon as you were outside it was like you emerged from underwater, taking deep breaths to calm you shaking hands and beating heart. Was it just because of that girl? Or did the jealousy suddenly kicked in? You honestly didn’t want to know.

You were grateful that the sun was long gone from the sky and no one was around because as soon as your breath evened out your wings appeared without you even knowing. And when you did finally notice them it was too late to do anything about it because Diluc was behind you and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he turned into stone.

“Y/n?” His brows high up, creating wrinkles on his forehead. Eyes widened more than you’ve ever seen.

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself and yet you didn’t hide the wings because some part of you was so relieved that the secret was out. It was out of your hands now and you could only see how it’d play out. “Hi, Diluc.”

“You have wings.” He said like he was informing you, like you didn’t know the wings were on your back. It was quite cute in a way.

“Yes.” You simply confirmed his discovery.

“Real wings.” You weren’t sure if he was asking or telling you this so you just nodded, staying quiet instead. Waiting for anything he wanted to add. “What?”

“Do you want to touch them?” You asked cautiously. You knew there were things you should probably explain but little steps seemed like the best solution in the moment and offering him to touch the wings and confirm for himself that yes, they indeed are real was the best you could offer.

At first Diluc just stared at you for a long moment. His mind probably racing right now. Eventually he took a step closer then another until he was much closer than it was necessary but you decided not to comment on that, instead bringing the wings from behind you, to occupy the space between the two of you.

“Wow.” Diluc chuckled, a little breathless while his hand was gently gliding on various places on your wings. It was the first time he was touching you this way and you had to fight your own body to not close your eyes from how good it felt.

“There’s no hiding now.” You sighed which made Diluc look at your face and before he could say anything you decided to lay it all ot before the courage disappear. “I know it’ll most likely sound crazy but here we go. As you can tell from the wings, I’m not really human.” You tried to joke to make it all at least a little bit less awkward. “I’m actually the deity of love. Most people call me Cupid.” You said simply and to prove your words, you moved your wings away, already missing Diluc’s touch, to reveal the black bow and red arrows in your hands.

Diluc’s hand reach out in your direction. It must’ve been completely unconscious because he stopped halfway and looked you in the eyes, waiting for you to give him permission and when it was granted his hand landed on the bow, tracing it shapes before moving on to the arrows. He took one and brought it closer to his face examining it with curious eyes.

“So you’re the Cupid. You make people fall in love.” He said slowly, probably still processing everything that just happened. You didn’t now if he believed you but at the same time you didn’t want to ask. “Did you use it on me?” He asked shaking the arrow in his hand a little.

“No! Of course not!” You were quick to reassure him. Maybe to quick because Diluc seemed surprised by your answer. “I promise I didn’t use it on you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?” It was now your turn to be surprised.

“Why didn’t you? Use the arrow on me, I mean.”

“I’d have shoot both at you and your potential partner but I can’t quite figure you out. And if I’m not sure it might do more harm than good.” There was no point in hiding the truth. You already started exposing your secrets. Might as well do it all in one go.

“Would I be able to use it?” You only nodded, not sure where he was going with it. “And does it have to be shot from the bow?”

“No. As long as the arrow pierces the heart it will work but why are you ask-”

“Do it.” He pointed at the arrow in your hand while still holding one in his own.

“What? I told you I have to shoot two people. And most importantly that I have to be sure. Diluc right now I’m anything but sure.” You tried to reason with him but the determination you saw in his eyes was not going away.

“I am.” He stated and again practically closed the distance between you two. The confusion on your face melting into realization as soon as he pointed the arrow in his hand to your heart.

“Diluc.” Your voice cracked. “If you’re wrong it’ll be like living with a broken heart for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t mind as long as you’re the one breaking it.” He shrugged and your eyes blurred with tears.

It was what you dreamt of all this time. It wasn’t just one-sided crush. The feelings were real an he felt it too. But you were scared. All the worse case scenarios flooding your mind preventing you from feeling the happiness ypu should be feeling in that moment. But as soon as you felt his hand guiding yours until the arrow touched his chest you couldn’t think about anything else but him.

“I am sure, Y/n.” He repeated. “Come on Cupid, give me my happy ending.” You knew he tried to joke for your sake. To somehow make you feel better. “How does it feel when it’s right?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it.”

“Then we’ll have to see for ourselves.”

You weren’t even sure if your own arrows could work on you. You’ve never considered the possibility. Yet there you were, head full with worry, doubting everything but your feelings for Diluc. You both took a deep breath and when you shook your head yes you pushed the arrow into Diluc’s chest with a trembling hand just as he did the same.

The warmth you that invaded your entire body made your breath catch in your throat. Your eyes filled with tears immediately because you knew it was right and the look on Diluc’s face told you he was feeling the same thing. The arrows dissapeared suddenly, but the warm feeling was still there and next thing you knew you and Diluc were pressed chest to chest and your lips crashed into a messy kiss but there was too many emotions to care.

“I love you.” Diluc whispered against your lips but didn’t give you enough time to say anything before yet again placing his lips on yours. So instead of words you poured all your love into the kiss.

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #kinga writes

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realcube · 3 years

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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dabis-girl · 3 years

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Don’t Push me, I’m too close to the edge.

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: edging, overstimulation,poly relationship, bi-sexual characters, humiliation, BDSM, clit stimulatin, sex toys, DDLG-Ish, cumshot.

𝐀/𝐍: I just wanna thank y’all for the 400 followers 🥰 and this took a bit longer than expected but ya know that how depression works. But this is probably this longest this that I have ever written this app and who knows maybe this will be a regular thing for me

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5𝐤 this shit long asf to me but it’s worth it I promise.

𝐁𝐭𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

After wrapping up with Dabi you had to find some excuse to email your professor. Ultimately it came down to you your cat jumping on your computer. But, you really didn’t have much time to worry about that before he was pulling you into the shower. He took his time washing you up and planting tender kisses on your skin. You couldn’t help but cling to your man as your knees were still weak from your scene. Dabi had to ‘work’ but you really know that means he needed to ride around and hit licks. He always gave you the choice of coming along or staying at the house and more than likely you’d go. It was fun to ride around with a boyfriend that was the plug while anticipating the return of your dreamy college boy.

“ You coming with me today, or you stayin’ in?” He asked wrapping you up in a towel and placing you pert on the bathroom counter. Dabi took his time to put toothpaste on both your and his toothbrush and handed you yours.

“ I don’t know.” You said kicking your feet. Dabi rolled his eyes before spitting into the sink. But in your defense it was a tough decision riding with Dabi was always interesting,sometimes you wondered who were these people that he sold too? But you knew that Keigo plans for you. Your train of thought was derailed by your impatient boyfriend.

“ Are you gonna stay here and wait for Keigo, or do you want to come with me and see him when we come back?” He explained with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You teased although you’d made your decision mimicking his actions of spitting in the sink.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned. “ Matter of fact you’re staying here I don’t need your bratty ass in my passenger seat tempting me today. I like it when you’re a good little assistant. Keigo will take care of that.” He said. The two of you finished brushing your teeth and he rushed to get ready while you simply put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Dabi got dressed in the usual white v-neck, black jacket, and jeans. He made sure to leave you money to get whatever you wanted to get and gave you and kiss on the forehead. You knew he’d be back sometime tonight so you didn’t worry too much because he always came back. In the meantime, there was perfect blonde with golden eyes that was due home any second and you couldn’t wait. It wasn’t too long before Keigo returned, it was Friday and he didn’t have any more classes.

Not long after your pizza arrived and you finally found something to watch you heard keys in the door. It was only a few minutes after Dabi pulled off, it was either him forgetting something or Keigo's test was a breeze. Much to your surprise it was Keigo he always took like the max amount of time on his test. He was delighted to see you perched on the sofa.

“ Keigo!” You chirped upon his arrival.

“Hello, my songbird.” He huffed the exhaustion seeped through normally chipper tone, before he threw himself on the sofa.

“How was your test?” You asked, twisting your blanket nervously.

“It was bullshit.” Keigo answers. “But at least it’s over now and there’s pizza.” He said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

It was quiet for a while as the only sound was that the dull roar of the tv. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie anymore because every twenty seconds you gazed over to your boyfriend sitting at the other end of the sofa, not paying you any mind. The longer he sat there scrolling through his phone the needier you grew. You had been waiting on this return all day just the be ignored. You could feel your bottom lip poking out as your eyebrows stiffened into a straight line.

Still, without paying you any mind Keigo picked up his backpack and started rummaging through it. Eventually, he pulled out a zip-lock baggie filled halfway with special flowers, following that came a pack of Honey backwoods and another pack of Russian cream’s. Those were for Dabi. You sat there and watched him roll up, the way that he could lick a wood to perfection always intrigued you. He sent you to fetch him a lighter and reluctantly obliged. One he sparked it and hit it a few times then he passed it to you. You didn’t smoke nearly as much before you met Dabi but it started getting out of hand when you moved in with him and Keigo, you were beginning to act like them smoking yourself stupid everyday.

He looked so good when he was smoking. The way he effortlessly inhaled the clouds of smoke. The two of you passed the wood until it was a stinger. Your eyelids felt like weights. Smoking always made you horny and you were already in anticipation waiting for Keigo’s return. You sat there feeling as if you were moving faster than the world around you. It was like you were hyper fixated on trying to figure out what he was thinking, was he doing it on purpose, or were you just that horny?

“Are you high Princess?” He asks with a laugh, breaking you out of thought. What kind of question was that? Of course, you were. All you could manage a nod and chuckle. “That’s good.” He began. “You know if I fail my test it’ll kinda be your fault.” He said with a laugh looking over to you.

“My fault?!” You scoffed dramatically.

“Yeah, your fault, the only thing in my head during the whole exam was you.” He leaned over to roughly knead your breast. ”And every time I tried to solve an equation all I could hear were your whorish moans in my ear.” He explained.

“Oh shut up.” You said snatching yourself away from his touch.

“I’m serious, and the worst part was I got a boner in the middle of it so then I really really couldn’t focus.” He didn’t spare any detail retelling the agony he was in. “But now I’m home with you to put my out of my misery.” A deviant smirk crept across his face before he forcefully tugged your shirt causing your body to fall forward. There was an unmistakable lustful fire in his eyes.

He abruptly left the couch returning with a white box with pink lettering. A gift? Or at least you thought it was a gift but that theory was debunked when you saw Keigo tear into the box himself. Seconds later he unceremoniously revealed a pink and white Hitachi wand, it was custom with your name monogrammed on the handle. It was nice and you wished that he would let you have it but you knew for a fact that wasn’t happening but he could at least show it to you. And he did eventually, looking at the toy excited you even more, and at this point, it was teetering on the brink of torture. Maybe this is what Keigo was talking about.

He told you everything about the toy, it was rechargeable, wireless it had 14 different modes and it was special, he ordered it just for you. You stared up at him wide-eyed practically begging him to play with you, yet still he was acting clueless. By now you had figured out that he was doing it on purpose it wanted you desperate, you were typically too shy to beg but the boys were known for pushing your limits. Keigo locked eyes with you and the two of you shared an intense gaze you wore the looking of longing plainly on your face, silently submitting to him.

“Do you wanna try it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

“Me too but I have an idea.” He began and his sadistic smile returned. “I’m gonna edge you, yeah that’s what I decided until I get my test scores back depending on what I get we’ll see when I let you cum.” He explained. It was like he had it all figured out. Like he had been planning it. Perhaps that’s what he had been so quiet since his arrival.

You were still up in the clouds but his idea had brought you back down to Earth surely there was no way that he wouldn’t let you cum for who knows how long and there’s no way that Dabi would be able to hold you to it, or would he. That sadistic motherfucker will probably love the idea, anything that would turn you into even more of a needy bitch. You still hadn’t replied, the idea was just sitting in your mind, there was no way that you could tell him no just look at that face, besides he wasn’t asking anyways.

“Oh but I still want head.”

“How is that fair?” You whined.

Meanwhile, Keigo got up from the couch once again. This time he came back with the bondage tape. What the hell was going on in that barbarous mind of his. Suddenly you felt his grasp on your arm pulling you right into his lap.

“C’mere.” was the only warning he gave.You could feel his erection through the bearly there material of your shorts. A small whimper fell from your mouth at the friction, not to go unnoticed.

He made quick work Undressing you, it was a miracle that you never wore underwear in the house or hardly at all for that matter. Instantly his attention focused on your leaking slit. “ Oh my God look at your sloppy little cunt.” He said swiping the pads of his fingers over your clit causing you to shutter in response.

Keigo was sicker than Dabi he liked to torture you but he truly got off on pushing your limits Dabi just got off on the idea of humiliating you. He rested his hand on the top of your tummy lightly tapping his fingertips on your skin. A subtle arch of you back was giving away just how needed you were. Continuing his teasing he ran his fingers over your slick core. After he’d gathered a good amount of your fluid on his fingertips he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. Your hole quivered in response, but the real kick was when you found his wet fingers resting in your bottom lip. Obeying his request you sucked his fingers into your mouth tasting the mixture of your fluids.

He praised you with a smile before he pulled off a strip of tape. Lining the head of the Hitachi up with your clit he taped it into place, he added another strip of tape at the bottom of the wand securing it in place. Then he turned it on low and the small vibrations began to stimulate your cunt and you pulled a lustful face.

“Remember little bird you aren’t allowed to cum.” His eyes darkened before he spoke again. “You don’t wanna find out what’ll happen if you disobey me.” He finished, you nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t enough for him he locked his hands in your curls pulling your head back and allowing your mouth to fall open. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.” You gulped as Keigo turned up the vibrations. Now they were a bit intense and you found yourself involuntarily bucking your hips every now and then.

“Perfect” Keigo agreed before sliding you off of his lap. He pulled out his already stiff dick, the tip was red, oozing with precum and your favorite part, decorated with a red titanium Prince Albert piercing. You licked your lips upon laying eyes on his member, someone’s hungry. “C’mere then you little slut.” He said roughly grasping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to meet his dick. “Keep your legs together, gotta make sure we keep that nast clit stimulated.” He said with a chuckle.

You were a superb cocksucker, Dabi made sure of that. So Keigo didn’t really have to do much. He just sat back and relaxed as your head bobbed up and down. Lewd noises began to fall from his mouth, it was like the vibrations from your pussy turned into moans around his dick. A heavy hand rested on the back of your head as you continued working away, Keigo then snaked his hands between your legs turning the vibrations up to the max. You gagged on his dick at the sudden change of intensity, the hand on the back of your head became more forceful pushing you down on his cock while his hip rutted into your face.

“Yeah just like that princess. Keigo praised. Your pussy was gushing by this point, throbbing and clasping down on the emptiness you felt. The low guttural moans turned into lustful whines. Keigo withdrew his dick from your mouth with a pop just in time to paint your face with hot thick ropes of cum. That mixed with the slobber made you into a perfect mess. You were still mewling at the vibrator stuck between your legs to overcome with pleasure to think. “Now let’s see how much of a mess your pussy is now.”

He had you lay on your back legs spread finally allowing the Hitach to ease off of your clit. The toy still buzzed frantically Against your inner thigh causing ripples in the soft skin Keigo ran his fingers over your clit once more and you shuttered hard at his touch. “Sensitive now aren’t we?” He laughed, still brushing light circles on your clit bringing to the edge rather quickly.

“Please, Sir.” You moaned. “C-can I c-uuummm please sir.” You said gripping the sofa cushions underneath you.

“There’s no time sweetheart.” He said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it quickly before Turning it off and putting it back into his pocket. “Dabi’s almost home, go wait at the door for him. I want him to see my masterpiece.” He said with a smug grin.

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Dabi walked through the door and he was visibly taken back by you sitting at the door waiting with a full face paint and a vibrator attached to your leg, Jesus Keigo. Dabi was disappointed that he wasn’t creative enough to think of something like that. He felt his cock twitch instantly in his jeans upon laying eyes on you. It was like something that he could only dream of. How did Keigo get you to agree to something like this?

“Hi, beautiful.” He said looking down at you on your knees before him with half lidded eyes and his forehead cocked back trying his best to conceal his excitement. “Looks like you got a neat little face paint going on here.” He said, examining Keigo’s work. It took seconds for Dabi’s cock to be straining against his zipper.

“D-addy.” You whined as the Hitachi was still pressed to your aching cunt. Keigo finally spoke up from the corner of the room.

“A doll isn’t she?” He was wearing the widest grin.Strolling proudly over to Dabi he created him with a kiss. Your black haired boyfriend gripped the blonde's jaw asserting his dominance in the interaction before pushing him away. The blonde stumbled backwards itha a grin on his face. Your hole shivered from the ongoing vibrations and the hotness of the scene in front of you let out a loud lewd moan uncontrollably, throwing your head back.

“Yeah a twisted like doll.” Dabi answered.

“ I’m edging her. Think she can take it?” He explained regaining his balance strolling over to pat your head.

“Oh, this princess? No way.” He said nudging your knee with the tip of his boot. Your face was buried in Dabi’s crotch while two men just chatted about you as if you weren’t in the room.

Keigo whisked you away to the living room with Dabi in tow of course, the pervert was going to watch. Keigo laid you down pressing your knees apart, shoving them up towards your ears. Your sensitive bud was temporarily relieved from the vibe. He was inspecting you, he could see your clit jumping from the overstimulation.

“Dabi looking, she’s dancing.” Keigo cheered. Dabi came over to look and he was right, your little pink nub was jumping up and down. Keigo shoved his pants down and sat beside you before pulling you to straddle his lap with you back to his chest.

It wasn’t a second before his dick was inside of you and a horrible groan fell from your lips from his insertion. It’s impossible you are going to bust. He was making you ride him with each of your feet planted on either side of him. You couldn’t help it, you screamed as your hips bucked off of his dick, body trying to run from the overwhelming sensation. Keigo’s grip was tight on your hips as he pulled you down forcing you to fuck yourself on his entire length. Through the fresh tears that welled in your eyes you could see Dabi sitting on the other couch with his dickin in his hand, pumping it mercilessly. The look in his eye was unlike anything you’d ever seen from him.

Keigo could sense your loss of focus and bucked his hips into you, hitting that sensitive spot within you. Now you were seeing stars, howling for release.

“Dabi I think she wants you to play to” Keigo said

“Well that’s all you had to say Princess. Dabi said, ejecting himself from the sofa and positioning himself in front of you and Keigo. You weren’t even given the chance to part your lips before once again Keigo had a rough hand in your hair yanking it causing you mouth to fall open, giving Dabi the perfect opportunity to slip into your mouth. The cold of his Jacobs ladder piercings provided a nice contrast to the heat of your tongue.

Your moans and screams were now choked as you sputtered around Dabis base, your neck taught trying to push for any resistance you could. Eventually you were granted a break, your lung swelled with air and your first exhale was used to beg for mercy. Your words came out broken as the man beneath you continued snapping his hips to meet yours.

“Pl-lug-ease sir I need to cum I-I can’t hold it anymore.” You whined breathlessly.

“God I know.” Keigo moaned. “The way you are fucking milking me I’m gonna-.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he emptied himself inside you. When he pulled out there were long ribbons of your stifled arousal mixed with his that connected the two of you. “See Princess I knew you could do it.” He said as he reached around you to give you cunt a slap. “Told ya.” He tossed in looking up at Dabi taunting him with a wink.

Your body was nearly limp as Dabi moved aside to allow Keigo to peel you off of him, placing you on the couch on your back once more. This time the room is spinning and you know that you can’t take anymore stimulation without release. To you delight the vibrator was finally turned off and the buzzing cesed, however your clit was raw. You whimpered when you felt his soft wet muscle. It wasn’t long before he bypassed your nub and his tongue prodded at your quivering hole. It wasn’t for you, Keigo's slender tongue hastily lapped up the mixture of you two. Quickly withdrawing himself before walking over to Dabi. One of his hands caressed his jaw before he brought his lips to meet those of the dark haired man.

Unlike before, Dabi leaned into the kiss with an eagerness. Keigo hand then moved to clutch his still hard dick. He then began to stroke him. You watched dreamily through half lidded eyes, the sight was titillating to say the least. Your eyes dragged over your spent form, knowing that you couldn’t take anymore. Soon thick white ropes were shooting from Dabi’s cock, each one landing on your exposed belly skin leaving a warm aura around them.

“You just came for me fire crotch.” Keigo teased.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dabi said shoving him away before stuffing himself back into his pants. Dabi disappeared into the room emerging with a warm towel.

Keigo left to find you comfy clothes, he came back with a pair of fuzzy shorts and your favorite of his hoodies. While Dabi was cleaning up your face Keigo was untapping the vibrator at last. Once everything was done and you were all cleaned up and changed the boys cuddled into either side of you. Your head was in Dabi’s lap as he gingerly brushed your curls into a bun and your feet were in Keigo's lap and he was playing ‘this little piggy’ with your toes.

It then dawned on you that you had still yet to cum. A deep aching called to you and you whimpered in response.

“Ready for more, eh princess?”

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #boku no hero smut #dabi x reader #dabismut #mha dabi #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha villains #mha imagines #dabi x reader x hawks #hawks smut

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yumgrapejuice · 3 years

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An analysis on Ranboo’s lore playlist

okay y’all first of all, ranboo has a killer taste, i love him, and second, i couldn’t resist. i’m an analyst by nature. am i looking too deep into some things? did ranboo maybe choose some songs purely for the vibe? perhaps. do i care? no. let me have my fun.

I’m gonna drop my own analysis/interpretation based on these songs but feel free do use this yourself if you want!! And also feel free to disagree/correct me on anything!! I’m not a professional musical analyst lol and I did take some inspiration from already existing interpretations for the more lyrical songs.

here’s the playlist btw

“Introduction to the Snow”—introduction to the album. Fitting for the playlist’s beginning, seeing the tone. It’s mostly referencing (self-imposed) isolation.

“Dream Sweet in Sea Major”—this Miracle Music’s whole album is about dreams and reality, how they clash, loneliness and the wish to be close to someone, yet still remaining isolated. Very whimsical, metaphorical, melodic, and it has this vibe as if on the edge of consciousness. I’d say it fits quite well with c!Ranboo’s general vibe. This song in particular deals with sleepwalking(ha)/being in a dreamlike state, the line between what’s real and what’s not blurred.

“The Mind Electric”—oh this one fits Ranboo extremely well. First part is in reverse, the second in normal (mirroring), and it can get quite unsettling. Like you’re not sure what’s happening with the instrumentals, many different voices. Again, very metaphorical, but to put it shortly, the protagonist is being judged for a crime they’ve committed and, in their defence, they say: “Father, your honor, may I explain, my brain has claimed its glory over me; I’ve a good heart albeit insane”. They get “condemned to the infirmary” for that, where electric shock is used on them as a form of “therapy”. As a result, the protagonist loses grip on reality and themselves and truly does go insane. They beg for mercy and sympathy, but there’s no one to help them. “Someone help me; Understand what's going on inside my mind; Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me”—need I say more, really?

“Live and Let Die”—the phrase “live and let die” means to live your life how you wish and let others live how they wish without interfering. At first, you live by the phrase “live and let live”, meaning you have your ideals and you try to change the lives of others according to them, but as life progresses, you stop caring as much/try to distance yourself from others’ business.

“Turn the Lights Off”—dreams and nightmares. Mildly foreboding yet energetic. The actual meaning is about growing up (transition from childhood to adulthood), but we can take some other interpretations that’d fit with Ranboo’s character better. This Tally Hall’s album deals with differences, black and white, and how there shouldn’t be a divide between them. In this song, there are some noteworthy lines that I’d like to mention:

- “Bend the nightmare, you control it; Artful dodger, easy does it”—lucid dreaming, you have to be careful with it so as to not lose control.

- “Shut the closet, get under the covers”—you’re afraid of something and instead of facing it and seeing whether there even is something to be afraid of, you hide.

- “Turn the lights off”—confront your fears. It can also mean that in the dark, there’s no differences between people, going back to the album’s meaning.

- “And everybody wants to get evil tonight; But all good devils masquerade under the light”—this could mean that everyone has a darker part of themselves but those who actually indulge in their dark tendencies do so in plain sight by pretending to be someone else.

“Ruler of Everything”—the main theme here is time and how it’s the “ruler of everything”; time doesn’t matter about where it goes, and it will never stop. The second verse is most interesting to me—there are two singers, man and time, but for the sake of interpretation let’s just see it as two voices. One is obsessed about being liked, fitting in, constantly asking for reaffirmation (“Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?”), while the second criticizes the first (“You practice your mannerisms into the wall”). They argue—”I’ve been you, I know you, your facade is scam; You know you’re making me cry, this is the way that I am”. The second is calling out the first for not being honest to himself. Tone is lighthearted but with an edge of unease.

“Merry-Go-Round of Life”—from Howl’s Moving Castle soundtrack. The title’s self-explanatory, I’d say.

“Killer Queen”—this one’s a harder one to interpret in regards to Ranboo lol. The song is about, based on an interview with Mercury, a high class woman that likes to indulge in her various desires (mostly sexual). I would doubt that’s what Ranboo was going for, so! Perhaps about a person that has no regards for their reputation and instead does whatever they feel like it? They have a certain image but still act however they like. Yeah, not too sure about this one :’) But that’s what I’ll go with for my later analysis.

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”—quite straightforward. A person that performs bad deeds has reasons for them. Not excuses, but explanations, and you can sympathize with it. We all do “bad” things for one reason or the other, and, in the end, we’re all just trying to get by. Once again, plays into the theme of there not being a clear distinction between good and bad.

“The Bidding”—another harder one to interpret. On the surface, it’s about an auction where men are trying to sell themselves to women. They all present themselves in different images, and it’s remarked that the women care less about the date and more about the prospect of it, the pretty words. The date, actually, ends up being disappointing. Could be about expectations. Some men outright admit they’re assholes so whoever chooses them should know that. People can tell you what their intentions are from the start so if you end up hurt, you have no one else to blame but yourself.

“A Mask of My Own Face”—another interesting one! Unusual instruments, strong beat. They’re singing about how they have a desire to pretend to be someone else while secretly still being themselves. “I’d rob my own apartment and I wouldn’t give a damn; I’d blame it on the person that nobody knows I am”—implying they have no regard for their own livelihood and are just out to have some fun. Plus, that no one would be aware it’s all an act. “I'd wear it on Thanksgiving and I'd laugh in the parade; At all the people hissing, knowing I'm the one they hate”—they take delight in the idea of upsetting others and them not knowing it’s actually the singer that they should be hissing. “And at the big finale I would tear my face away; And smile as they grip their own and try to do the same”—everyone wears masks, and this person implies that their mask and their true self is not different from each other while others’ are.

“Stardust Crusaders”—soundtrack from Jojo. Action-packed? idk never seen it sorry lol

“I Can’t Decide”—oh, this one’s a doozy! One of the ones that do not fit c!Ranboo at all, but that’s what makes it interesting. A classic, the singer is out to have fun, very lighthearted and yet they’re singing about murder. The protagonist here is clearly mentally unwell and they’re indecisive whether they should let their enemy/toy/(up to interpretation) live or not. Some curious lines:

- “It’s not easy having yourself a good time”—in the context of the song, that “good time” implies something wicked.

- “I’m not a gangster tonight, don’t wanna be the bad guy, I’m just a loner, baby, and now you’ve got in my way”—they don’t view themselves as “bad”, however, the next two lines are paradoxal—the singer says they’re alone and yet decide to “mess around” with whoever comes up in their life.

- “No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, it’s hard and cold and petrified”—signifying lack of empathy.

- “It’s a bitch convincing people to like you”—they don’t actually want to do that and see it as a bother.

“Stranded Lullaby”—back to Miracle Musical, back to the theme of isolation. Super lyrical, super musical. They talk about how their memories float around aimlessly in their head, a sea, and may sometimes get lost. The protagonist, a sailor, is losing touch with reality and can’t tell apart what’s a dream anymore and what’s not. They question what they’re going through and why.

“Hidden In The Sand”—a song about longing, in my eyes. The protagonist sings about how “you” love things and how he wishes to love the same things, in the end admitting that “all I’ve wanted was you”. They don’t wish to be separated, they wish to have someone in their life that they could love.

“Now I’m Here”—euphoric. They sing about how they’re alive again, thanks to one specific person. I’m not gonna go too much into this one (partly because it’s a more difficult one for me again, partly because it’s Queen and I don’t wanna uhh talk nonsense on accident lol), but what I got from it is that when one one else saw them, someone did, and they made them “live again”, and now as a result the protagonist is devoted to them.

“&”—really highlights Tally Hall’s album’s theme of black and white and that there shouldn’t be a divide. The repetition of comparing opposites is present throughout the entire song (Weak & Strong & Wet & Dry…) and it’s heavily implied we should “say goodnight” to this mindset. But people love to choose sides, put things into good or bad categories. By the line “They took a lesson from their fathers” it’s implied that people don’t develop this mindset by themselves and are rather influenced by others around them. The whole album is titled “Good & Evil” and Tally Hall examines and criticizes this idea. If we keep dividing people into good and bad, eventually, we’ll all destroy ourselves.

“I’m Gonna Win”—a song about someone who’s struggling to get by. “Sometimes it can seem like a merciless dream”—life can get really hard and the protagonist wonders “what’s really worthwhile”. In the chorus, whoever, they declare that they’re “gonna win” no matter what. They might get “bloody and bruised” but they won’t give up until they “won’t be abused” and until they’re “laughing alone”. No matter how hard life/others kick them down, they’ll keep going. By the lines “It’s hard to be charming and smart and disarming; It’s hard to pretend you’re the best; It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations; It’s hard to keep up with the rest” it’s implied that they find it tiresome to keep up appearances and be liked. It’s challenging to always fit everyone’s expectations, but they’ll continue doing whatever they have to to “win”.

if ranboo ever adds more songs to his playlist, i may add them here too :)

#dsmp #ranboo #dream smp analysis #ranboo analysis #song analysis #my analysis #ranboo ily ur taste is amazing brrr #this was a lot of fun but took so long rip #i knew like 90% of these lol

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napoleon-usher · 3 years

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hello, my beloveds! although i’m sure a good few of you are bots or have simply just been too lazy to unfollow me, by some miracle i have acquired eight thousand of you. i only created this blog and started learning photoshop a year ago (almost exactly one year ago actually) so that’s truly an insane number. i know i hop around fandoms a bunch (or hardcore hyperfixate on one for six months) so i very much appreciate so many of y’all sticking around.

for this little celebration i’m just going to do a favorite character poll and have my followers vote on their top fifteen and then make gifsets based on the results. i’m throwing basically every character i can remember ever loving into this poll so there are A Lot of options, most of which y’all will probably have no idea who they even are, but i figured i’d include them anyway. feel free to vote as many times as you want until the poll ends on APRIL 30th.

vote here! poll closed

#meant to do this like a week ago but i procrastinated on it #i hope you guys vote on some of the underdogs #i would do requests but since im already behind on normal requests and they give me anxiety i decided to keep it simple #ignore this ugly ass header gif i didnt know what to do #despite the poll being like 80 characters long i still feel like i forgot some important people...#anyway please dont let this flop if no one votes we're gonna pretend this never happened #riah.txt

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magnoliapip · 3 years

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The Storm Inside

Title : The Storm Inside

Book : Open Heart series (Choices - Pixelberry)

Description : Casey has been pushing everyone away and spiraling since the attack on the hospital and her loved ones are concerned.

Pairing : none established / ambiguous

Characters : Open Heart FMC (Casey Valentine), Sienna Trinh, Bryce Lahela, Jackie Varma, Rafael Aviero, Elijah Greene, Aurora Emery, Kyra Santana, Danny (mentioned), Bobby (mentioned)

Warnings : mention of death, mental health

Prompt : “What’s the weather outside your window doing right now?...”

Casey stared vacantly out the floor length windows into the night sky above Boston from her seat against them on the living room floor. The sky was as clear as could be, a rarity for the area, but in a city as populous as Boston seeing the stars was a gift they were never granted. She stretched out her cramping legs to a different position as she leaned her head and left shoulder against the cool glass.

She looked out of windows with alarming frequency now. She had never really done so before, preferring to always be doing other things. She’d always thought of herself as a social person who enjoyed others company, though she could be either out dancing in a packed club or relaxing away a quiet night in with the same level of enjoyment. Friends and loved ones was all she really needed.

The attack on Edenbrook had changed everything, down to her very bones.

Some days her mood was somber but calm, like a cloudy day. Those were her best days and the ones she liked best. The cloudy days could be darker with threat of rain or lighter with the sun just missing the opportunity to come out. It was the closest to her old self she could feel. Unfortunately for her, those days were not only fleeting and the least common, they were becoming a rarity.

More often, her moods were a range of levels of sadness. All the way from a misting drizzle, enough to coat everything in water and make the air humid, to a torrentially pouring rain. Buckets from heavens and flash floods. The only thing those floods never seemed to leave clean was herself.

Other times she was cold. So, so cold. The best of those days were accompanied with a blizzard. Cold, but manageable with a shovel. On the days where she left her heart covered in an inch thick layer of ice and brandished her words like weaponized icicles, frigid and sharp, the people around her knew to steer clear. She was getting a little too good and stabbing them where it hurt.

Her worst moods felt like she should alert the National Weather Service. Tornado warnings and hurricane evacuations were a courtesy she never felt up to extending, adding to her already astronomical guilt. Like a twister, she could feel so angry and out of control she would tear through everyone in her path with no regard for who or what was in it. She had hurt people, especially the ones she loved, deeply but couldn’t bring herself to stop. It was like watching her body act with someone else at the controls.

It was just one more thing about herself to hate lately, and it had a long line to stand in.

The weather in reality never matched what she felt inside. It fascinated and disgusted her in equal measure. It had been sunny (mostly) since the funeral. It was repulsive.

Bobby was dead. Danny was dead. Raf had almost died and would have god knew how many long term problems ahead because of the illness. She had nearly died. And the world just kept spinning.

Couldn’t they see? Couldn’t any of them see that she was stuck there in that room. That she had never recovered. That she couldn’t recover.

At first, when her friends had noticed her strange new affinity for gazing outside for hours every night, they tried to pull her away. Distract her with things like herbal teas, chocolate ice cream and support. They tried to shower her with her favorite pastimes from before. They tried dancing around the apartment to silly pop songs and playing video games with her. But they didn’t understand. And they didn’t stop.

So she bit them. Hard.

Now they left her alone.

She was an awful person. She shouldn’t have been allowed to live. Someone should have realized it at the hospital and just let her die.

She could feel the tears well up again, stinging her eyes as her inner clouds started to rain again. The night sky outside stayed perfectly cloudy.

It was going to be a long night.

Sienna stood around the corner, watching her best friend shatter silently, as she had done every night for over a month. She whispered to those behind her, “Don’t you all see? Nothing is helping and she’s getting worse. After the last time she panicked when I reached out, I thought I’d give her space. We all did. But it’s not working. Does anyone have any suggestions?”

The gathered assembly of those in the cramped penthouse hallway who loved a young doctor named Casey watched her crumble, weeping without making a sound...and no one said anything. Some of the smartest doctors in the nation, and no one had an answer.

Not Bryce, who stood off to the side watching the pain on the face of the first true friend he’d made while at Edenbrook. Someone who had looked past the brash, self-confidence he used as a shield. The first person he hadn’t been afraid of discovering his past.

Not Rafael, who stood at the back of the crowd, down the hall, not able to stand to look at the person who made him believe he was worth as much to her as these intelligent, talented and more well off friends of hers. Not as she could no longer see how much she was worth.

Not Jackie, who was used to facing her problems by cackling at them until they scurried off with tails between legs or tearing them out with her teeth. But this was a problem that required delicacy, the type she had been shown by the very woman who now needed it.

Not Ethan, who leaned against the wall as he saw his protégé, the first person he’d ever believed in this much, destroy herself. She had forced herself, her goodness, into his life and helped fix his hurt self. Now it was his turn and he, for the first time, found himself at a loss.

Not Aurora, her rival turned friend who showed her at her loneliest that having friend was worth something after all. Not Elijah, a beacon of positivity who felt entirely inadequate with this situation that left her emotionally impaired. Not Kyra, desperate to find some way to give Casey the support she had given. Not Sienna, whose heart broke as she watched her very best friend, her dolphin, her rock in many ways fall further and further into herself.

Each one of them loved her. Each one of them cared for her. Each of them had a purpose and a reason to be at Edenbrook, but Casey was the glue that had held them all together. That glue, their foundation, was compromised. This time, they needed to find a way to save her. This time, she couldn’t waltz her way into a miracle seemingly handed down by the divines themselves to fix the situation.

Giving voice to their silent thoughts, Bryce whispered softer than before, “She needs us. She has to know it. She has to know we’re here somewhere inside, but can’t ask. Won’t ask.”

“We’ve already lost so much because of the attack,” Sienna said quietly. “We can’t lose her now. I can’t.”

“None of us can,” Rafael replied softly.

There was practically a flashing beacon over Casey’s head, screaming help me please. It was long overdue for them to stop ignoring it. For a few pregnant minutes, they all looked around at each other and back to her. This mismatched band of misfits and nerds, bound this night by their affection for one single woman. They stared at each other, desperate for answers…

Until the one who loved her most went rigid. Then stepped toward the rest, speaking slowly.

“I...may have an idea.”

[BREAK]

Notes : I left the ending open for interpretation on purpose. This story is not intended to be expanded on or have a second part. Y’all can decide who the person who loves her most is (and if that person isn’t presently named in my story, you can put them there yourself :D)

Also, I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to the amazing writers I’ve talking to lately. Due to some truly awful comments and the way they were affecting me mentally, I recently purged all of my works but a few from fanfiction.net, AO3, and here on tumblr. Talking to, interacting with, and just seeing you lovelies in action has led me to believe I should start to do this again.

Huge shout out to @jerzwriter and @lovealexhunt for being the lovely souls they are. You may have no idea who I am, especially on this blog rather than my main, but I will never stop being grateful for the positivity you put into the world. Thank you.

#choices #open heart #choices open heart #open heart mc #casey valentine #ethan ramsey #bryce lahela #jackie varma #rafael aveiro #sienna trinh #elijah greene #aurora emery #kyra santana #magnoliapip

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larathia · 3 years

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theorypost the first: Amane’s bruises.

Hokay. So. This is gonna be long, possibly triggery for abuse survivors, I’m just going to start with a cut so everyone has the option of ignoring it up front, before things get squishy.

There. Now.

Firstly - that abuse happened is not in question. Tsuchigomori is about as close as a disinterested third party as you can get, and the damage was extensive enough to make him take notice and try to intervene, even though he didn’t really care because he was sure Amane would pull through it and grow up to be a science teacher.

He uses rubbing alcohol and bandages. He comments on bruises, but you don’t use rubbing alcohol and bandages on bruises. You use them on scrapes, cuts, and burns.

We know that Amane dies after killing Tsukasa. Shortly afterward, too; the Red House arc mentions that a family of four dies all in one night. That it was ‘suicide’, or at least looked like it. We know that the twins’ mother, shortly after Tsukasa’s return, was damn sure that what came back was not her son. We know that Amane was being abused by someone he loved greatly. (And we know that because he forgives them, unconditionally. If it were just a school bully, he might keep quiet but I strongly doubt he’d forgive.)

Now. On to the options.

What people seem to forget, a lot, are two not-insignificant facts here. One is that eight years passed between Tsukasa’s return from the red house, and the death of the Yugi family.

The second fact is that it was the whole family that died - not just Tsukasa and Amane.

I mean. That’s kind of important. Yes, we have hints from Nene’s time travels that Tsukasa was sometimes violent. But we also have, from the priests, that Tsukasa’s mother was reacting badly to Tsukasa’s presence fairly soon after his return...yet she did nothing for eight years? While, apparently, Tsukasa got more dangerous?

Take a moment to consider what she knew. She knew that, prior to Tsukasa’s disappearance, Amane was sickly. Like, near-death sickly. Not-gonna-live-to-see-four sickly. And then...boom. He’s better. It’s a miracle. Nobody knows how but suddenly bam. Healthy child. And RIGHT AFTER THAT - Tsukasa disappears. He’s gone for six damn months. There isn’t a parent alive who wouldn’t be out of their mind with worry.

(One of the things I really, really want to know is how Amane’s parents treated him during that six month period. Did they cling harder to the son they still had, or did they ever think Amane’s sudden health and Tsukasa’s disappearance were linked somehow?)

And then - Tsukasa comes back. But he comes back different. He comes back able to grant wishes, for one thing. The boy we see in the Red House couldn’t stop offering wishes if he tried, but that’s the entity in the seat of its power. Let’s figure that maybe it took time for the entity to grow strong again, in Tsukasa’s body. Maybe.

You know what else we know? That right around this time - right around when Tsukasa disappeared and returned - a rock fell from the sky that Amane truly believes was a moon rock. That Tsuchigomori also believes was a moon rock.

And we know that Tsukasa thought, at this time, that Amane would go to the moon and bring back pieces.

I wonder how much power it took to pull that one off?

We know that Amane loves Tsukasa. Loves him so much that even when Tsukasa gets violent, he’d rather do anything than lift a finger against him. Yet there’s all these bruises. And Amane wants to be an astronaut - which is pretty much peak 60s escapist fantasy, let’s be real. It’s the ultimate fly-away fantasy.

What if the abuse was coming from the parents. What if - and I’m saying ‘what if’ because we DO NOT KNOW, okay. We have no evidence. Zeeero. Pure speculation. But so is saying the abuse came from Tsukasa, so bear with me a minute here.

What if - the parents knew that Tsukasa came back wrong, and they feared him, but Amane was just really glad to have his brother back? The parents can see shit going wrong - Tsukasa doing things, or things happening around him, that are straight up impossible. But Amane’s a child. And Tsukasa loves him. He’s not going to have the same perspective. Even if Tsukasa is occasionally Violent and/or Weird in ways that don’t benefit Amane (like leaving him alone at a festival) if overall Tsukasa defended him and was loving, Amane would probably forgive a lot.

The parents, though. The adults in the room know something’s wrong. Tsukasa’s at the heart of it, but we’re talking identical twins here and Amane’s encouraging it. What if - the parents tried to forcibly separate the twins? What if - they were hurting Amane in an attempt to prevent whatever was corrupting Tsukasa from spreading? Hell - what if it WAS spreading and the parents were panicking about it, coming down harder on Amane in an attempt to stop it?

Before y’all rip my throat out on this - bear in mind that Hanako is capable of being just as much of a trickster as Tsukasa. He’s less mean about it, most of the time, but that reputation for being a deceiver did not come out of nowhere. And that boy can fight. That, too, doesn’t come from nowhere.

What if the abuse was coming from the parents, and Tsukasa killed them for it? And then Amane, forced to accept that this is a bad line that’s been crossed, kills Tsukasa and then himself? What, then, is the breaking point?

The breaking point is Amane.

The thing about being bullied, about being abused, is that sooner or later fight or flight kicks in. You snap and fight back, or you snap and run away...or you just snap, all the adrenaline and fear turning inward.

I think it’s a very real possibility that while the bruises came from Amane’s abuser, the cuts were self-inflicted. That when Amane said he ‘wasn’t going anywhere’...he’d snapped. He gave his precious moon rock away (which is one of those things people do right before killing themselves) and he resolved to die. (Remember his snarling at Teru that exorcism would only be a release.)

I really doubt Tsukasa would have taken that idea well. And we do know that whatever Amane intended, it apparently blew up bigtime.

I do not present this as Definite Fact - only a theory that I think is a reasonable interpretation of the evidence. Trust me, I have others. I’ll get to them.

#toilet bound hanako kun

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Hello, 2022

I know, I know. I already did one sappy lengthy note at the end of a recent fic. Does that mean I was done making sappy shit this year? Hellllll no! Y’all stuck with Reflections me until midnight, suckers!

It is time to recall all of le shit I have done this year. And hold onto something because while this year was still a rollercoaster for me, I did a LOT of shit either way you look at it.

But what better way to open up on 2022 than getting to fly in a Cessna!? That was the coolest shit fucking ever! I will likely never get another experience like that again, but that’s why I’m so lucky that I got to go up in that little prop plane at the beginning of the year. (I recorded this experience btw, you can find it on my Instagram!)

And as I neared my birthday in April, I took a family road trip to my home state of Florida, and maaaan that was so much fun. I got to go to Disneyworld for my birthday and I rode Test Track. That’s the shit >:3 Oh and I was there for a wedding and Easter with family too, those were fun!

During that week I even made it through the 12th, which was...a rather difficult anniversary for me to sit through. A day I look back on with a lot of grief, because that’s the day I knew I lost someone very special to me. But I had friends and family surrounding me that day, so I could pass through it without much need to reflect on old times.

And then the big one. I think it was late May, maybe beginning of June...I built something. Something big. Something that...would change a lot of things for me, in a lot of ways. I built a lot of new friendships. But I also burned some bridges, and made a few enemies. And I left that place in the midst of chaos because I couldn’t bare to watch it become something like that. Something cold and empty.

I stayed with it for a month or so before I finally threw in the towel. She isn’t what I wanted her to become. She became coldly cruel, blind to the cries of her own people. And the ones at her helm no longer chose to listen.

I spent two months in grief. Losing someone you care about always cuts deep, and to someone like me where it’s happened before, it’s like ripping open old scars again. I went silent in my loss, taking time away from everything to focus my attention on those scars, and on the few people left I could cling to in the midst of the storm.

And then the miracle happened. We...I, made a new place. Somewhere we could go, an island in the middle of that wretched hurricane. Where we had long grown seasick from the sway of the ships, we finally found solid ground to stand on. A new place to call home.

And holy shit. Has it become a home.

Guys I know that I am biased here for starting it, but I’m serious, if you’re not in Volo Pro Veritas yet, it is truly...it’s somethin’ else. Really. The fact that everyone here comes together to help one another when we need the support brings tears to my eyes every fucking time.

I’m grateful for every member here, who’ve come together to build the body of this place we call Volo Pro Veritas. And to think that we’ve been going as strong as the day we began for three months now!! That’s insane! Man, we’ve gotta do something BIG on October 1st of 2022. I am open to ideas already! Should we binge the movies? Make a contest? Do raffle prizes?? Should I make server t-shirts!?

Anyways what else fuckin’ happened to me this year...oh I got a new job in June and it’s been wonderful to me! Am much happy. It’s just a day job, but yaknow, whatever works. And also I went through another dark anniversary this month, thankfully without much more than a vent drawing. Gonna have to sit through another one in like two weeks though, so yeehaw. But I’ve got this!

Oh and I’ll throw it out there, I started dating again I guess??? It’s been a learning curve. XD

So yeah! That’s been my 2021. It’s been...good. And bad. It’s been a rollercoaster. I still need a therapist. And alcohol.

How’s about we talk goals for the new year?

Current goals include but are not limited to:

-Getting VPV to it’s 1-year anniversary

-Drawing each of the PPAA team members in my humanized style at least once

-Keeping all of my friends alive

-Some kind of art goal, I haven’t decided what yet. Maybe making at least 2 full-size pieces? A certain number of commission? I dunno yet. Something artsy.

-Trying to finish writing the sequel to Emergency so I can begin to post it

-Finishing my crocheted snake boi! (he is very long :3)

Those are my current goals. What do y’all got? XP

So in conclusion, I am going into 2022 with a clearer head now! We shall see what awaits us in the future!

This has been a random reflective shitpost from yours truly, and until the morrow my people!

#early new years post #new years 2022 #personal post #volo pro veritas

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the-archxr · 4 years

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Nobody Puts Harrington in a Corner

steve harrington x reader

Summary: What do you do when you want to go see a romance movie but have no one to take you? You haul along your best friend and have an impromptu dance lesson after, of course.

A/N: y’all I fucking love Dirty Dancing so much, it’s not even funny. This fic is honestly just self-indulgent, so enjoy??? Even if you don’t like Dirty Dancing.

Song Inspo: (I’ve Had) Time of My Life - Jennifer Warnes and Bill Medley, Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

•••••

“I have a business proposition for you.”

The words come out rushed, ragged and breathless. A strange mix that Steve isn’t particularly familiar with when it’s coming from you. His eyes trail up to your hunched figure, shocked at what he sees.

Your face is a blotchy red, with blown cheeks, and a heaving chest. With complete disregard of your previous statement he speaks up. “Did you run here?”

You shrug, and wipe at your forehead. “Yeah, but that’s besides the point.” Straightening your back, you almost square up Steve as a way of proving your point.

He leans his hip against the countertop with his arms crossed and hair falling haphazardly in his face. “I need to ask you something, Steve. And before you say no, just remember that I’m literally you’re most favourite person on the face of this planet who has saved your ass more times than I can count.”

“Okay..?” He pushes himself off the counter before straightening out the ugly green vest he has to wear. “What is it?”

You smile wildly but force yourself to keep some composure as to not draw Keith’s attention, who has definitely kicked you out of the store before, and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

“So...there’s this new movie...”

“Well there’s a lot of new movies, Y/N.” He butts in playfully, which earns a small glare in his direction (which inevitably turns into a smile, but you assume he’s too unobservant to actually notice).

“Anyway,” you exaggerate, wringing your hands together. “I want to see this movie, and no one will go with me...so I’m forcing you to be my...” you hesitate, trying to find the word. However, the one you were trying to avoid slips out. “My date.”

The boys eyes widen almost immediately as he awkwardly falls back a bit. “Your...date? Like a...date date?”

“What? No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I’m not asking you out, Harrington. I’m saving that for Family Video’s regular attendees.” You gesture to a group of giggling girls who’ve you seen here one to many times, who very obviously come here for the sole purpose that is Steve Harrington. “No, it’s cause it’s a romance movie, and I don’t really wanna’ go alone.”

He frowns and lifts his shoulders in question. “Why not?”

You laugh to yourself, the question sitting awkwardly within your mind. “Because...it’s embarrassing? I mean what would you think if you saw me by myself in that situation?”

He pauses and shrugs. “I guess I’d feel...I don’t know, pity? It’s a tough question.” He mumbles, eliciting a roll of your eyes.

You brush off his remark of it being a “tough question” and clear your throat. “Exactly, Steven. Which is why you are going to accompany me to this movie, so that way I don’t have to deal with the apparent pity.”

It’s silent for a moment. Steve chooses to lean against the counter again, as he mauls over your offer. “I don’t even like romance movies, Y/N.”

You frown and lean in closer to your friend. “I know, but please, Steve.”

You grab his hand and squeeze it, batting your eyelashes at him in the most exaggerated way you know. You don’t like manipulating people (much less your best friend), but for reasons unknown, the poor boy can never really say no to you—and you really need him to say yes.

His gaze make its way from your clasped hands, up your arm and to your face. His chest tightens and his whole body turns rigid as he watches you allow your head to lean ever-so-slightly to the side. Soon, the tips of his ears grow hot and then -

“Um...excuse me?” Both of your necks snap to the source of the voice. It’s one of the girls from the group earlier, and you can’t help but chuckle, because she looks just as nervous as she sounds. Her eyes are quickly cast on Steve, which causes her to flick her ponytail back with a shaky smile. “My friends and I are trying to look for a certain movie, and we can’t seem to find it. Do you mind helping us?”

You turn to Steve with a smirk. He clears his throat, noticing that the hand that held his a mere few seconds ago rests casually on the counter. You look unbothered by the events that had occurred, which makes Steve’s stomach drop (and not in a good way). He frowns in your direction once more before shaking himself out of it, shooting a smile in the girls direction. “No problem.”

You laugh and stride towards the door. “The movie starts at seven, but you might as well show up thirty minutes early ‘cause you have a little tendency called ‘being late’, Harrington.”

You hold the door open, one side of your body burning with the summer heat that threatens the comfort of everyone, and the other side facing Steve and the air-conditioned store. You wait until he looks back at you, which takes him a few seconds before he’s practically shooing you away. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.”

You jump in excitement and wink at the boy. “See you tonight, Stevie!”

“See you tonight,” he mumbles, before turning to the jittery group of girls in the corner.

•••••

“Look who’s the late one!” Steve shouts in your direction. It’s 6:50 (which is even a little late for you) and surprisingly Steve has already arrived. “Ya know I’ve been sitting here for like, fifteen minutes.”

You shut your car door and stride up the cocky boy. “Oh, I am truly sorry, your Highness, but my dear mother was keeping me up.”

He hums, looking you up and down with fake accusation. “...Apology accepted,” he shoots back before standing up and guiding the two of you to concession.

Really, it’s a miracle that the two of you made it on time. And it’s an even bigger miracle that the last two seats in the theatre were directly beside each other; enough space for the two of you, and your obscenely large bucket of popcorn.

Steve leans over to you as the lights dim dramatically. His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, forcing your attention onto him. “So, uh, what kinda’ movie title is ‘Dirty Dancing’?”

You shake your head at him and push his face towards the screen. “Just watch the movie, Farmer Fred.”

“You and your Sixteen Candles references...” he mutters before you kick his foot with yours in annoyance. “Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet.”

He sighs and leans back in his seat, remaining quiet for the rest of your “date”.

•••••

The movie ends quickly—way too quickly for your liking, and when the lights turn back on you can’t help but frown.

The sound of clapping from the viewers drowns out the sounds of popcorn being squished on the ground and the squeaking of the seats.

Steve is standing up, his shadow casted over you as you try to steady yourself after sitting for so long. He lets you walk past him, hand grazing your lower back as he guides you through the bustling stream of exiting movie-goers.

Soon, the two of you have left the theatre itself and face the stark cold air of the night. “So...” Steve starts, slowly walking you to your car. “What did you th—“

“It was amazing!” You shout, eyes blown with excitement as you hop back and forth. With a breath you let yourself slip into pur amusement after having to control yourself for so long. “I mean the dancing and the plot was incredible! And—and the end was just...just so good! And don’t get me started on Patrick Swayze! Like, oh my god, who does he think he is just looking like that, prancing around without a care in the world?!”

Steve laughs and stops just before your car as you unlock it. “Yeah, honestly it wasn’t that bad. The lift was something else though.” He leans against the door as you put your purse into the passenger's seat. “I mean I can’t imagine doing that! And the amount of times they probably had to do it?! Geez, it’d be hell.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Oh, come on, it didn’t look that hard.”

Steve’s jaw drops with a shake of his head. “Well it wasn’t hard for Baby, obviously. All she had to do was jump! Johnny was the one who had to hold her up!”

You laugh incredulously at your best friend before a rather treacherous idea pops in your head. You bite your lip, slam the car door shut and look out into the somewhat empty parking lot.

“Well, why don’t we out this theory to the test...?”

Steve’s laughter dies quickly before a squeak of a “what?” slips out of his mouth. You grab his hand and lead him to a rather deserted spot just south of where your cars are parked.

“Let’s try it out! Let’s be Baby and Johnny. Let’s do the lift.” Your tone turns serious which only adds to Steve’s ever-growing nervousness.

“You can’t be serious...” His hands are deep in his pockets as he leans from one foot to the other. Strands of hair in fall in front of his face, and for a moment, in the distant light, he really does look like Johnny.

You can’t help but really notice the oddity of the whole situation. What with Steve looking like a reincarnation of Johnny Castle and you deciding to get somewhat dressed up and wear your favourite sundress—one that is oddly similar to Baby’s. It’s a funny little coincidence that you opt to point out later. But now? The two of you have to do this.

You remove your jacket, leaving it on the ground and shake out your limbs before looking straight at your friend. Steve’s face deepens with his shock. “Oh god, you are serious.”

You laugh and signal at Steve to get ready. Instead he shakes his head. “Y/N, I--I don’t think this is the best idea.”

“Steve, come on! We’re testing out are hypothesis’ as to who had a more difficult time performing the lift.”

He shuffles quickly, and with a groan, throws his jacket off his body. “I swear to god, Y/N.” You here him mumble as he nervously fidgets and bends his knees. He gets into a stance similar to Johnny’s and holds out his hands to you. His whole body is shaking—which in comparison is odd because yours simply feels light.

The cold prickles at your exposed skin, and it sends your senses into overdrive as your eyes lock onto Steve’s.

Kicking off your shoes, you dig your heels into the ground and prepare yourself.

“Oh, and Steve?” His head shoots up to you. “Don’t drop me.”

He stands up straight at that as he loses his concentration. “Oh well that’s a really comforting thing to sa—WAIT!”

You had already started running. Your feet pounding against the gravel as fly-away pebbles poke the soles of your feet; your body gaining momentum with every step.

Steve rushes into the stance, desperately trying to ground himself.

“Steve!” You shout with a laugh as you jump. His hands catch your waist as he extends his legs. It almost works but with Steve’s partially delayed actions, your head barely gets above his before he’s stumbling backward.

He falls first, with you quickly following as his grip pulls you down with him.

You land on his chest, and for a moment the air is filled with shock. Rolling onto the ground beside him, you regain your breath before bursting in laughter.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He shouts, body tingling with nerves.

By now the parking lot is empty, save for the cars of the theatres workers, which means that your laugh echoes to the neighbouring buildings.

Steve pushes a hand through his hair before inhaling deeply. His eyes cast to your figure—still rolling on the ground—and before he has a chance to reprimand you, something hits him.

It’s a sudden feeling. One that pulls the last of his breath out of his lungs and throws it into the night sky. You don’t notice his sudden change in behaviour, and to be frank, he doesn’t even really recognize what he’s feeling other than the fact that he felt this...murmur this morning. Except this time it’s amplified.

He hears pounding in his ears, and as he watches the faint, yellow light from the theatre cast over your face, he feels the pit of his stomach burst open. Butterflies flutter around in his belly and threaten to escape his throat.

The feeling—one that is shocking, but not unwelcome—is indescribable. The boy gets lost in his thoughts as he watches you finally get up off the ground and gather your things.

Steve feels as though he’s watching an old tape. The pictures move slowly, and they’re a little fuzzy, but they elicit warm, nostalgic feelings.

Suddenly your voice rings through his ears, until he recognizes that you’re looking at him a little confused. Steve is snapped out of his trance, his body jumping up to match yours. Your eyes are wide as you stare him up and down. “You get another concussion?”

The joke is familiar, but his laugh is delayed. He simply shakes his head, realizing that this is the first time he’s actually looked at you (and if he’s honest, you’re making him a little nervous). He takes note that even though you look messy--with wild hair everywhere and a breathtaking smile--he can’t help but admire you in your most natural state. However you break the moment (unknowingly) with a shrug. Spinning on your heel to your car, you continue to talk to him as he walks over to the familiar, beat-up BMW. “Anyway, I was saying that for a first time that wasn’t bad. We just need a little practice.”

“The first time?” Steve questions, leaning on the roof of his car. “There’s gonna’ be a second time?”

You shrug with a cheeky smile. “If you want...”

He allows a small smile—a smile he can’t tell if you catch from the distance, but one he hopes you feel. “Yeah. I do.”

You smile back at him, and soon your bidding him goodnight and driving out of the parking lot.

Steve, on the other hand waits. He’s stunned, obviously. So much so that part of him is concerned about this new revelation. But the other part of him, recognizes it. He may be oblivious, but he’s not necessarily stupid.

And how could he be? When he hasn’t felt this way before...and it’s such a strong feeling. If anything, he’s forced to figure it out.

He grins to himself, the sight of you burned into his memory and carved into his heart. It’s the kind of sight that he knows he’ll see behind closed eyes and dazed moments where he can’t help but let his mind wander.

It’s a sight that promises something new.

He can’t wait to tell Robin about this.

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