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pebiejeebies · 3 months

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And the moment you’ve all been waiting for. A CABLOON SCREENSHOT COLLECTION!

(Okay but seriously, even if you don’t like this ship, give me a chance, PLEASE— There’s so much things I didn’t expect from them both and.. just.. trust me <3)/gen /srs /nf

Now, if you’re easily overwhelmed by spamming letters or long paragraphs, this is a BIG WARNING!! Ilysm btw/p /p <3

Please don’t attack/harass me or anyone that likes this ship, if you like nickloon or any other ship with balloon, don’t hurt others for it.

Now. Let’s begin. A cabloon rarepair analysis, made by me, for my hyper fixated self and @saltythesaltshakerfrfr (Cause ur a cabloonie too!! :D)

First time they see each other/stand beside each other

E7! At exactly… *looks at video* 2:57!

The new pinkers!!

How ironic? Cabby and Balloon look concerningly at the silly spoon! Pretty cute if I do say so myself <3

And let’s not mention that they’re standing beside each other <33

and WOAH! The final three first meeting in the same team?! Pretty cool if I do say so myself.

“Uhhh.. mile high pie..?” — Clover

LOOK LOOK!! THEY BOTH HAVE A CONCERNED LOOK! THE SAME EYEBROW AND REACTION WHEN THEY WERE SHOCKED!! AAAAHHHH MY BELOVEDS <33

ARMS RAISED, AND CONCERNED LOOK!! WOOWJAJJSJHEHH

(It’s close enough in my eyes okay? Plus,, they all have completely different reactions, and they were the closest <33)

also yinyang and goo my beloveds omfg <33

Wait, I didn’t mention that I’d screenshot EVERY SINGLE TIME THEYRE BESIDE EACH OTHER? oh I’m DESPERATE. (Sigh, past me, thinking that these two wouldn’t have that much between them.. hmm)

Call me ridiculous but these two are my babies <33 and I’ll capture every single moment they walk, talk, and laugh with each other <3

(At least enough to please my stupid hyper fixation on them)

JUST. LOOK AT THEIR REACTION WHEN THEY SEE SILVER SPOON, LITERALLY A COPY AND PASTE

SHARING THE SAME HATE TOWARDS SILVER SPOON, AAAANND HAVING THE SAME FACE AGAIN?! SOULMATES SOULMATES SOULMATESSSSS!!! YOU CANT PROVE ME WRONG!!

Don’t forget to mention their first face to face interaction, and OF COURSE it had to be the flower incident 😭‼️‼️

You say you’re angry Cabby, but why do I see you beside him so much..?/vpos

They love each other guys, you just don’t understand

You guys just don’t see it yet, it will start showing up with patience. Wait for it.

No.. this.. ugh, GIVE ME A CHANCE I PROMISE!!

(Man I hate this episode so much,, my heart still aches from cabby’s reaction to this.. I feel ya girlie, been there, done that..)

IM NOT DELUSIONAL!! HE WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY ONE WHO STOOD UP FOR HER!! IM NORMAL GUYS AAAAHH!!

Test Tube you’re so frustrating this episode but I’m happy you’re changed

Look at him :( he feels so bad for her 😭‼️‼️

Haha taking a small break to see how much Me and Cabby act, and me reading people by their flaws was always the reason I missed out on so many friendships, and seeing Cabby struggle and get tips from Test Tube was really heartwarming to me (Do keep in mind, I literally kin Cabby)

And woah woah woah! Found out that Test Tube could be mouth wash! E10! At 18:00 <3

Alrighty let’s get back on track! (Ironic, past me, watching a whole episode with no interaction between them was actually unbearable)

Okay I’m desperate again,, does this count as anything? Not much, but seeing the final four together is pretty cool (E12)

SOULMATES!! I TELL YOU!! THATS THE.. 3RD TIME! THEY STILL HAVE THE SAME FACE!! THEYRE SOULMATES! ITS OFFICIAL!! (Oops, didn’t notice bot in this when I wrote this 😞 do I still count it..? Eh—)

(Part 2 here)

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darling-archeron · 2 years

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The Things You Do - Feysand

Feyre isn't sure when work crept up and consumed her and Rhys's lives. It's been a long, hard week at work, and Rhys is still away on a business trip. Of course, how could a little distance prevent him from checking in on his wife?

Fluff, 2.7k words.

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Feyre’s day was not going well.

She considered herself an easygoing person, and knew how to roll with the punches. After everything she had been through, she had to.

But it really had been the week from hell. From work budget cuts to a minor PR crisis she dealt with even though it wasn’t her job, to a burst pipe in their house’s basement, she dealt with one problem after another.

And that was only the first three days of the week.

Today was Thursday, and she had desperately hoped things would go well. But the day had started with a ridiculous traffic jam, even for Velaris’s notoriously heavy traffic. The bottleneck on the interstate wasn’t going anywhere fast, and it made her late for work and a meeting with her newest client.

After that, she discovered that her hapless intern had forgotten to email new design concepts for a different company, meaning she spent twenty minutes placating the customer over an angry phone call. Once her boss had found out, she had taken a verbal beating from her too.

It had taken ages for Feyre to build up a relationship with Winter Publishing, and now she had to do damage control. She internally berated herself for letting such an important task slip through the cracks and fall into the hands of an intern.

Combine that with a spilled cup of coffee and noisy construction across the street that left her with a headache, and she was mentally checked out by lunch.

And to make matters a little worse, Rhys was away on yet another business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days. She didn’t begrudge him for the constant traveling, knowing it was only temporary as the company did some restructuring. But it really sucked. They had been texting back and forth all day, lamenting their respective situations.

Rhys: Good morning! How is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today?

Feyre: I miss you and your shameless flattery.

ready for this week to be over.

How are you??

Rhys: on my way to get coffee before the conference starts, I’ll need it to get through today. But we’re finally starting to make progress on the negotiations I was telling you about.

Is today off to a good start?

Feyre: not exactly, i’m stuck in traffic. Alis is going to strangle me.

this is so frustrating

I’m already late for a meeting

Rhys: Ugh that’s awful, I’m sorry

Feyre: finally moved a tiny bit!!!! Stuck again now though

I’m sorry for the rant, how are you? Is that Keir guy still being an ass?

Rhys: No, we finally got him to back down yesterday and I think we’ll compromise. But I’m so ready to be done with this trip & come home to you. Also, the continental breakfast at this hotel is terrible.

Any luck with traffic?

Feyre: the breakfast can’t be any worse than what I make haha.

also no. still stuck.

Rhys: I miss you too, and your breakfasts. I love you – you’re going to kick today’s ass!

Feyre: I love you too.

And on and on, they had texted back and forth. Her texts got less peppy and increasingly irritated as each disaster struck. She felt bad about unloading on him, but today was absolutely kicking her ass. Irritation clung to her like a bad cough, and it was an effort to keep from snapping at people who didn’t deserve it – and even the ones he did.

Rhys’s texts had been a welcome form of encouragement, but as the hours passed by they slowed and stopped altogether.

Feyre knew not to take it personally; he was at work. She shouldn’t have been on her phone either and was risking another scolding from her boss. Still, she selfishly missed the one thing that had made her day a little better. They had both been so busy lately – she had been taking on extra clients at her firm, and Rhys was traveling more than ever. He had been on countless trips over the past few months, making their relationship feel like it was long distance half the time.

She gazed out her window, which only gave her a view of the construction across the street, and stifled a groan.

She liked her job. She really did. Only not on weeks like this.

5:00 rolled around, and Feyre glanced up to see her colleagues gathering their things and heading home for the night. Even the construction settled down and left her in peace.

She debated heading home too. The headache still pulsed in the back of her skull. But the pile of work would only be bigger tomorrow, and it wasn’t as though she had any plans for the night.

Fuck it.

This extra work had better get her noticed by management.

Feyre slouched in her chair, kicked off her heels, and opened the newest email in her inbox.

An hour and a half later, her head still throbbed, and her eyes were starting to burn under the harsh fluorescent lighting. The pile of work had barely shrunk, but she would combust if she stayed around another minute.

Shoving her heels back on with a grimace, Feyre killed the power on her computer and grabbed her purse. When she picked up her phone, she saw she had missed a message from about an hour before.

Rhys: How was work?

Feyre: Just leaving now. I hope you survived the day too. Can we call tonight?

She hit send and tossed her phone in her purse. The office door closed behind her with a click.

It was time to head home.

On the walk to the elevator, Feyre debated the merits of picking up takeout on her way, but that seemed like more work. If Rhys had been around, he probably would have been beckoning her home with the promise of a backrub and dinner in the oven.

Cauldron, he had her spoiled. She would have to manage on her own for the night.

She probably had a frozen pizza at home, and a bottle of wine too. Maybe she could invite Mor over for a girl’s night. Though a little nap on the couch first would be nice.

She listened to the elevator’s tinny ping as it cleared the ninth floor, then the eighth, down, down, down, until she reached the parking garage. Feet still aching, she didn’t hesitate to hurry over and pop the car into drive. Then began the commute home in rush-hour traffic.

Her phone remained silent for the majority of the drive until she was about fifteen minutes away.

Ping

The screen lit up, and Feyre waited until she was stopped at a stoplight to check the message.

Rhys: Talk soon!

At long last, Feyre pulled into their driveway. The neighborhood was busy at this time of day. People were coming home for the day and leaving for the night. Across the street, a gaggle of kids kicked around a soccer ball, and the family at the corner was having a barbeque.

There would be no such activities at the quiet Nox-Archeron house tonight. Feyre clicked the garage door opener as she rolled up, waiting as the motor rumbled to life and the door opened.

Her spot was empty, as expected.

But the stall next to hers was occupied by Rhys’s black BMW.

She was sure it was his. Who else knew the passcode for the garage door?

As she pulled into her spot and shifted into park, Feyre could see the silhouette of the bat-shaped air freshener through the tinted windows. Another glance confirmed that the license plate was his.

Rhys’s car was supposed to be parked at the airport for the next two days. She had felt terrible about making him drive himself to the airport, but he had insisted it was easier, and – none of that mattered now, what was his car doing in their garage?

Had there been some kind of emergency? But he had texted only a few minutes ago.

Yanking the keys out of the ignition and fumbling with her door, she sprang out of the car and rushed to the garage door, nearly tripping on the steps. It was unlocked, as it only was when one of them was home.

She cracked it open. Light poured in from inside, but no sounds betrayed a presence.

“Rhys?” she asked tentatively, walking in and rounding the corner to the kitchen and –

Rhys.

Standing there, in flesh and blood. She scanned him up and down to look for any signs of distress or injury, but saw none. There was only her husband with his tousled hair, loosened tie, and a broad smile.

“Welcome home, darling!” he said cheerily.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? What are you doing home – why didn’t you say something?” she asked as she pulled him in for a hug, savoring the feel of his warm, broad figure against hers. He hugged her back tightly, arms wrapping around her torso as he leaned down and pressed his face into the crook of her neck.

“I came home early,” he said into her shoulder as he let her out of the embrace. Feyre let her arms fall away but reached out for his hand.

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick of being gone all the time, and you’ve been having a terrible time for the past few days, and it’s not right that I’m not able to be here for you.”

Feyre shook her head, guilt coursing through her. “Rhys, I appreciate the sentiment, I’ve missed you like crazy, and I’m so happy you’re here, but – what? Do you still have a job?”

He nodded ruefully. “Of course, that’s your first concern. Yes, I still have a job. I informed my boss that my further employment had some stipulations.”

She nodded. “Good – good.”

Rhys frowned. “You know that if I had quit, I could have found something else. I’ve gotten offers recently, my skills are in huge demand if I do say so myself.”

It was the kind of confidence that could only come from someone who had spent their life being solidly upper-middle-class, but Feyre wasn’t even upset about that. She bit her lip, willing tears not to fall as she clutched his broad hand.

“I know you could have found something else, but that’s not it. Rhys, no matter what you say, I know you care about this job. You care about the people you help with it. The last thing I want to do is be some kind of burden on you and everything you’re capable of.”

He wagged a finger at her, frowning. “What have we talked about? You’re my wife, and you’re never a bother or a burden. Our family is more important than work. I’ve been gone more days than I’ve been home the last couple of months, and I’m sick of it.”

Right – right. When she had first met Rhys and his friends, she had realized she had some self-worth issues thanks to a rough childhood and a string of bad relationships. Therapy and Rhys’s gentle reminders helped, but she couldn’t always beat back the tide.

It was just –

He had flown across the country. Skipped out on the rest of a trip he was most certainly not supposed to skip. To come home to her after the week from hell.

Who did that? And how had she gotten so lucky?

Really, it was such a typical Rhys thing to do, she didn’t know why she was so shocked.

“How did you even manage to get here in time?”

“I finished up with Kier around noon, realized we were both sad and missing each other not long after that, so I gave my boss an ultimatum. Told him he needed to respect my requests and my time or I would walk. When I took this job, I didn’t sign up for this much travel, and every time there seems to be an end in sight, the deadlines just get extended.”

“Rhys!” Feyre exclaimed, disbelief coursing through her.

“We’ve talked about how I’ve been unhappy there!” Rhys defended. “If I hadn’t confronted him then, I would have sometime soon. I wouldn’t have taken it hard if he kicked me to the curb. Luckily, I’m the only one Keir will negotiate somewhat fairly with, so he agreed. There was a 2:30 flight heading back here, so I booked it to the airport and got back here – “ he glanced at the clock – “about half an hour ago. I was banking on your workaholic tendencies to make you stay late. I didn’t have time to cook, but I got takeout from your favorite.”

After he mentioned it, she could smell the Italian spices of her favorite pasta wafting through the air. It was almost overwhelming. Rhys had moved mountains to come home to her after she had complained about a shitty day at work, and he had still managed to get her favorite lunch. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and her cheeks blazed.

She swiped at her eyes to keep the tears at bay, but of course, Rhys was there again, cupping her cheek in one hand and resting the other on her waist.

“Hey, hey –“ he said gently. “What’s wrong?”

She sniffled, still trying to hold the tears back. “I just – I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you. I mean, you do all this just for me? You always go so above and beyond what I ever expect, and I’m still trying to understand how you’re willing to give up so much for me. I mean, you got home and I wasn’t even here. I know it – it sounds so silly, we’re married and all.”

He shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. Feyre, you spent years around people who didn’t love you the way you deserve. I want to do this for you – I’d give up a thousand work trips for you. I never want either of our jobs to become first in our relationship, and I know you don’t want it that way either. But you want to talk about going above and beyond? You go above and beyond for me all the time. Feyre, you’re everything to me. You’re kind and clever, and wonderful. And I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”

That only made her cry harder, and she leaned forward and buried her head in his chest as the sobs bubbled up. Rhys stroked her hair for a minute, unsure of her reaction until he made out a murmured “thank you.”

“I know you want to do all this, and that’s why I love you.” She raised her head, blue eyes meeting his violet ones. Her voice was shaky, but she kept on.

“Ten years ago, I never would have dreamed I could come home to someone who would be waiting by the door with I love yous, or cooking dinner for me, or – “she chuckled through the tears – “somehow flying back from Hybern for me. Or any of the thousand other things you’ve done. There was a time when I thought nobody would notice if I came or left. I never thought my future would hold someone who made time for me like this, and…what I’m trying to say is that I’m grateful for you. For all of it. Every one of your ridiculously sweet grand gestures, and the little things you do.”

“I’ll keep doing them as long as you’ll have me, darling,” Rhys said softly, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks.

She was amazed at how he did that – made her feel loved, wanted, adored, with even just the simplest of gestures.

“I’ll always have you,” she replied, giving him a soft kiss in return.

Feyre pulled away and swiped at the remaining tears. She was sure she looked a mess, but Rhys beckoned to the kitchen.

“Dinner is on. Let’s eat before it gets cold?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Feyre agreed, feeling her stomach grumble slightly.

“That’s my girl,” Rhys said with one of the soft smiles reserved just for her. Feyre let her husband take her hand and lead her into the kitchen, where takeout was waiting.

AN: If you made it this far, thank you! This has been sitting finished in my drafts for a while. I have mixed feelings about how it turned out, but it's been a pretty awful day, and I hope I can brighten some of yours with this little piece of fluff. The title is taken from certified banger "You Make Loving Fun" by Fleetwood Mac.

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mothdapple · 3 months

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>For some reason it’s not letting me send an ask but: 💢🌈 🐾 ☯️!

Sorry the ask isn't working! I checked my settings, but it says that mine should be open, so I'm not sure what's going on! Thanks for sending in a comment anyway, @nghtspckl :)

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

I think for this one I’ll say at the end of Veil of Shadows when Bristlefrost confesses that she loves Rootspring. It’s not that I hate the Bristle/Root ship or anything (I actually think they were pretty cute together in the books following this.) But, I just remember thinking “When??!!” once Bristlefrost said that. I was just shocked and a little frustrated since I didn’t remember her ever thinking of him romantically up until that moment.

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

My answer for this one is a little boring since I was never really in the trenches about these sorts of things! I guess I’ll say I will always see Scourge’s collar as red, since that was what I pictured when I first read the series (before Rise of Scourge with his purple collar even came out.) But, I will acknowledge that according to canon, his collar is purple (it’s just not to me lol.)

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

I’ve never given a cat a warriors name as their real name, but I have of course assigned what names my cats would have if they were Warriors, as any good Warrior fan does haha. Meet “Cloudbelly” and “Stormleap!”

The reason that her warrior name is Cloudbelly should be obvious haha. But, I cannot actually picture her wanting to be anything but a kittypet. She is too timid and loves comfort far too much to live in the wild. I think she would look at warriors extremely disdainfully and think they are stupid for not living with humans (“Why would I ever fend for myself when I can just make these twolegs do it all for me?!”)

And, I named him Stormleap for his fur color and his energy! He is a lot more bold and adventurous, so I think would do much better as a warrior. I think he would want to be in SkyClan or ThunderClan. (He’s a naturally big and strong cat, loves to climb, and can jump really high!)

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

Ooo yes, so I’m definitely going to say Hawkfrost and Mothwing! I have TNP on the brain often because of my TNP rewrite, Shaken Roots, and there is just so much to dig into with Hawkfrost and Mothwing’s relationship that was overlooked in canon. I love a good tragedy, and that’s exactly how I view the two of them. How they went from sad, (essentially) orphaned little kits with an attitude of “No one else in the world matters but you. You are all I have. You are all that’s truly important to me,” to transforming into complete strangers to each other; all that devotion worn away by betrayal and manipulation, but for the source of that manipulation to still be a misguided attempt at love— Hawkfrost’s desperation to help Mothwing, or just to not lose her??? Ugh it’s so good.

#ask game

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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I'm the writer!anon (lmao) who submitted that ask a while back about relating to the feeling of a horned-up and hugely problematic entity invading my body whenever I write Daemon. Wondering if this next thing is something you can relate to -

Writing smut is so much fun, but it's also so frustrating (heh) because (unless you're doing pretty much constant PWP) ya gotta get both the pr0n and the PLOT done. And sometimes (okay, a lot of times), you have to write PLOT when you'd so much rather be writing PR0N

Like today was the day that I realized I needed to tack on what will likely be around 3 smut-less-albeit-VERY-necessary chapters because I need to develop my OC more. However, today was also the day where my brain opted for a particularly grotty hyperfixation on Daemon playing a little game with OC. He gets her all riled up and desperate for his cock, but he won't fuck her until she squirts for him, so he forces her to multiple orgasms with his hands and mouth and various other ways, and the THIRD one finally does the job, and when he finally fucks her, she's all limp and subbed out and unf. Like WTF BRAIN THEY HAVEN'T EVEN KISSED YET as far as where I actually am in the trajectory of the plot

I know that for me, it can be SO hard to motivate myself to hash out important plot stuff when I know the glorious nastiness that it's leading up to and I just want to GET THERE ALREADY but also the plot has to be GOOD so I can't rush it and it's just UGH and I don't want to do it out of order because characters often don't like to behave anyway and do unpredictable shit (side eyes Daemon) so you have no choice but to go in chronological order

can anyone else relate to this incomprehensible garbled nonsense?? lmfao

Oh, I TOTALLY get you; I started this whole feral mess with chapter 2 of sweet girl, and it was literal hell going back with beauty and writing UP to that point knowing that I shoehorned myself in the way I did; there had to be all this UST without any sexual contact because I wrote it that way FFS. It’s 1000% easier to write chronologically! Especially as I’ve found Daemon to be increasingly non-compliant and overall feral with derailing my plans - I no longer really plot out my writing aside from a couple key event milestones I need to hit, and the rest I shove in as I go lol.

Writing smut is probably my favourite bit because I can just FERAL, but I’m starting to find it difficult in that I now HAVE so much smut with the same established pairing that diversifying it is a necessity. It’s always annoying realising you have to do plot shit before you can do the fun stuff, haha; but sometimes the plot doesn’t go the way you expect and it has just the BEST effect on the smut (i.e. a good deal of ‘Full’ and pretty much all of ‘Drink’)! I find that focusing on the development of the relationship - the subtle looks, the bits of tension etc. - make it SO much easier to get motivated. Of course, sometimes to get the nasty out, I start writing the smut part and go back to write the in-between, editing the smut to account for the changes. But I’m a messy writer, and I get that it isn’t some people’s style to be so chaotic.

I’m really excited to read your fic when it’s ready aaaaaah! Plz tag me in it if you are planning on posting it on Tumblr! Would die everytime!

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Hi Kait.

It’s been a little while. I hope you’re doing well. <3

I’m always rooting for your success and happiness lol.

I feel bad and sheepish because I never wanna be that person who only ever pops by to like,,, dump a vent when I’m struggling.

I wish I had more fun or creative stuff I could share with you more often.

I think about trying to make you a gift of some sort a lot but I always chicken out. 😔

But tbh I think the reason I feel inclined to come here when I’m feeling bad is because when I am struggling,, that’s when I turn to thoughts of Saeyoung as a source of comfort. And your blog is the best outlet I’ve found to be able to express those feelings haha.

At any rate…

I wonder if you can relate to this experience…?

When I was really sick, my mental health issues actually kinda felt better…?

It’s not like they actually went away or anything.

It’s just that,,, I literally didn’t have the mental capacity to fixate on those things like I normally would. I was deadass too exhausted to indulge my anxious or depressed thoughts and let myself spiral lmao

But now that I’m slowly staring to feel better physically, those old patterns and thoughts and feelings have been creeping back in little by little too :))

(Super unfair if you ask me 🙄 bc I *am* still sick and in pain. Just slightly less so. And now I gotta deal with the mental illness on top of it all? Now my bones hurt AND my tummy hurts AND my silly little pathetic heart hurts. Homophobia at its finest, truly.)

And like… I’m trying really hard to claw my way out of this cute little pit of self-loathing I’ve found myself in.

Especially since I know now, better than ever, that it’s completely pointless…

The world’s gonna keep turning whether I hate myself or not. It’s just a matter of whether or not I’m choosing to make myself miserable in the process.

But,,, you know. It’s never that simple.

And. It’s kinda the “trying hard” that’s been making it hurt tbh.

I can’t stop thinking about the ~injustice~ of how hard Ive tried my whole life to build a future for myself where I could finally feel ~stable and happy and loved~ like I’ve been craving my whole life or whatever. But the universe just keeps saying Sike! Over and over :’)

I had to work so hard just to fuckin survive and keep myself alive my whole childhood.

I never thought I’d be able to go to college,, I didn’t even think it was on the table for me.

But I got lucky and got support and encouragement from my friends,, and somehow I managed to make it. And it meant so much to me. I felt so overjoyed and lucky to be able to be in a place where I didn’t have to worry about my safety all the time, or where I was going to sleep or get my next meal. And better yet,, somewhere where I could pursue my dreams and passions and get a little closer every day to a future I never thought I’d have. :’D

Buuuut then Covid hit, my mental health tanked, and I stopped being able to afford my tuition. And even though I was doing everything I could and DESPERATELY trying to figure things out,, it wasn’t enough. Bc nobody at the school would fuckin help me. And it was so frustrating and upsetting to know that, no matter how good of a student I was (I was a 4.0 student in STEM smh)

And no matter how genuine and passionate I was,,,

It didn’t make a difference. Because all they cared about was my money.

Like. Not to be dramatic. But that shit legit shattered my heart and crushed my soul. :’)

Even so! I told myself,,, hey. It’s okay. You can turn this around. You just have to work harder! Push yourself even further! You’re good at that. You’ve done it before. You just need to get a job and save up so you can go back.

So I got my silly lil minimum wage pet store job.

And goddammit, I was great at that too.

I was the best damn employee at my store, if not the whole company 🙄 bc I’m SMART AND PASSIONATE ABOUT LEARNING AND HELPING ANIMALS AND CREATING BETTER LIVES FOR THEM. UGH. 😤

Worked my tits off for a year and a half. Saved up as much as I could. Got over halfway to my goal that would allow me to finally move away from my home state that I’ve always hated. Go back to school. And really and truly get a shiny new ~fresh start~

But then the universe was like, HA bitch you thought!

You actually worked *too* hard this time and now your body is broken.

So… all that money you just saved up…?

POOF! That’s all going to your medical bills now.

Or at least. A tiny fraction of your medical bills :)

And now you can’t keep working to pay those bills off, or save up more money to go back to school. Because you’re too sick!

So like… good luck I guess??

And now I’m here having to deal with the fact that my friends who started school at the same time as me are graduating this semester.

And I’m just. Spending all my days alone in my room helpless and lonely and rotting :)))

It just really stinks that even though I’ve been trying so hard my whole life and putting SO MUCH of myself into literally everything I do,,, it’s never seemed to pay off.

In fact it feels like if anything, all it’s done is come back to bite me in the ass and make the failure hurt worse in the end.

🙄🙄 big “please please please let me get what I want by the smiths” moment

But anyways *ahem*

Like I said,,,,,

Whenever I get to feeling like this. I definitely always end up thinking about and coming back to Saeyoung.

Because… different life situations, obviously.

I’m glad at least I haven’t had to check “lost twin” or “being a secret agent” off my trauma bingo card yet.

But then again. I never thought I’d check off medical trauma either and look how that turned out, so who knows what the future has in store for me? 💀

At any rate,,, I know he’d be able to empathize, and understand those feelings.

More so than anyone I’ve ever met in real life, probably.

That’s definitely a huge part of why he came to mean so much to me in the first place. And why he’s the character I come back to time and time again when things start feeling really unfair.

And,, knowing just how and why he’d be able to understand and relate to those feelings is a big part of why I love him so much…

I just get so overwhelmed any time I get caught up thinking about that man’s endless capacity for goodness and love. Even through all the shit he’s been through. And how,, no matter how hurt he was, how hopeless he felt, or how much he *wanted* to give up. He never ever could. Because that’s just who he is,, if there’s even the slimmest margin of a chance that he could do something to make the world better for his loved ones, he’d drag himself there to the point of physically falling apart and not even think twice about it.

And like,,, yeah,,, it’s an issue in its own right and breaks my heart to think of how far he’d go for others while having so little regard for himself.

But also,,,,, it’s so admirable 😭 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Saeyoung Choi is made of love.

And like,,, more than just Ye Olde “self-destruction in the name of helping his loved ones” thing,, I also get so worked up just thinkin about him being his silly dorky self,,

And again just… through everything,, even when he tried to convince himself that it was a front and he wasn’t actually like that,,, he never stopped being bright and curious and passionate,,, because that IS who he is,,, he’s a NERD and he genuinely loves learning and trying new things and having fun,,, and spreading that joy to the people around him. 🥹❤️

It just makes me wanna fuckin SMOTHER him with all of the affection and appreciation I could ever possibly muster up. And tell him over and over and over again how incredible and kind and brave and strong and special he is, and how much I love and adore him, and how lucky and proud I feel to even exist in the same universe as someone so earnestly and relentlessly Good. 🥺🥺

I would simply like to love him to death dhdjdjd

And like. I guess it’s cathartic to me to imagine being able to do that and say those things to him.

And to really just,,, bask in those overwhelming feelings of affection.

Bc I guess that’s how I wish someone would see and feel about me 😅 and that I could have someone in my life who would see how hard I try,, and be proud of me, and make me feel like I have value outside of my achievements in life (or,,, lack thereof). And like,,,, love me for all the times I kept going even when it hurt. That would be cool,,,,

Me out here since 2016 trying to fix myself by fixing Saeyoung 💀💀

Literally even now I feel better than I did when I started typing this message having thought about him and how much I love him fjfjfjf

Kuz,,, there’s the catharsis in thinking about being able to say those things that i wish I could hear myself to someone else.

But then there’s the added layer of self-indulgent catharsis of being able to be like,,,

I mean, hey, Saeyoung probably *would* see you in a similar light,,, if anyone would be able to understand and appreciate those things in me, it would be him. :’D

We are,,, the pointing Spider-Man meme,,, but make it gay dhdhdj

And that shit is,,, overwhelming to think about.

Ahh the euphoria of loving Saeyoung Choi shdhjd

And,, imagining a world where he loves me back just as much,,,

That’s nice,,, :’D

Anyways. I don’t know where I intended on going with this. I feel like I’m just awkwardly talking in circles and not making sense.

And I didn’t mean to get as vent-y as I did there.

I guess I just was all tangled up in my thoughts about all this shit and wanted to try and articulate that side of why Saeyoung means so much to me.

And to have an excuse to gush about my precious little meow meow. 🤡

As usual,,, if you’ve actually taken the time to read through this mess. Thank you haha.

Wishing you the best, always. ❤️❤️❤️

Don't worry, I get where you're coming from.

I had the same experience, similar, anyway. I thought college was the way out and went like I was "supposed" to. I suffered for a long time as a child in an abusive, impoverished environment, and there was no way out but a single door that everyone sold me. Well, as soon as the door closed on high school, my body started to give up. I dealt with a single diagnosis at first, and then, by the next time Spring Break was around, I had two more issues that would nearly cause me to lose my life.

Being on death's door after you've fought so hard to escape is a sick joke, and it's hard to put that grief into words. I'm sure you know what I mean, though. You think you're getting out and then it feels like God is laughing in your face. As if to say, "You thought you were allowed to be happy and free? Ha! Sike!" Hitting rock bottom with those types of emotions is not fun in the slightest. I still feel grief in that way when a bad day comes along. Even if you're working through your feelings, a bad flare will make you struggle.

Being Disabled and Chronically Ill means you're in a perpetual loop of "I'm okay with this" > "I hate this" > "This is okay sometimes" > "Why is it that I'm being punished" > "I can't take it anymore" > "This is... okay. I am okay".

You cycle through acceptance, anger, grief, begging, and everything that comes with loss. We don't have to be okay with our struggles, you know? It's not something people can understand unless it's their experience. Sure, if someone close to you is that sick, you might be able to understand, but not all of it. It's something that can't be put into words. Sometimes, the hardest part is trying to get someone to understand that you won't get better. You will only get worse. It's not like a broken arm.

I want you to know that I've been there. Stuck in a bedroom for years and it hurt. I lost out on experiences because I didn't have support in the way I needed. I had to become my own doctor and advocate the second I realized the healthcare system latched onto my anxiety to blame for all my problems. I haven't had health care in years because America is a piece of shit, but I don't think anyone should be forced to become more intelligent than their doctor to save their life. Then, you have to act like you know nothing because if you know too much, they think you doom scroll health conditions online.

But, that's another thing. You get used to it. You shrug. Your pain is a 7 to an average person but to you, it's a 2. You get used to it. You just learn how to adapt. You forget what not being in pain feels like. I can't remember what it felt like to not have something hurt!

Mental health and physical health are other things. When you've got to deal with both of them, it's weird. You might have a bad day with a flare but your mental health is just fine, vice versa, or the opposite of that. If you're in too much physical pain to think, you're not going to think about your depression. You just sleep. God, one thing that did happen to me was that my compulsive hand-washing started to be something I did less because I physically couldn't get out of bed at one point and I just said, "Fuck it. I can't do it. It's fine."

Still have that issue but it's not what it was. It's hard to explain how these issues clash with each other.

Haha. Anyway, I get it. I know what you mean about Saeyoung 'cause I feel the same way about Saeran. I met the RFA in 2016. I was on the door of death, not knowing what was coming next, and they saved a life that day. I don't know where I'd be without this game. Everyone in the group helped me see a chance to live.

Saeyoung was one of the first, too. I love him like a brother because I saw my sacrifices in him. I'm like him in that sense. I would throw my life on the line to see someone else happy. That's not always a good trait because you need to protect yourself, too.

You can't always give to others. Sometimes, you need to be selfish. But, having him by your side to empathize with is cathartic, you're right. He gets it. He knows what you mean and he doesn't judge.

You love him because you see yourself in him. You know he's capable of love, just like you are, and you know that he's safe. He'd know that you're safe, too. He knows you better than you know yourself, and I'd dare say it's the same way the other way around. That's why it's easy to love him. You know he'll never let go of you. You know he'll always fight for you. You want to be fought for, you want to be loved, and you want a chance to be validated the way you validate Saeyoung.

I'd say there's nothing wrong with that.

I look to Saeran because he'd get me. He's been just as sick as I've been and I wouldn't have to tell him what's wrong in detail. I could just look at him with pain in my soul, and he'd know. He'd get it and I wouldn't have to explain it. He'd just hold me... like I'd just hold him at his lowest moment. I feel like loving him makes me a better person. It reminds me that I have to try to treat myself the way I'd treat him... and the way he'd treat me. He'd want me to see something good even at the worst, and that helps me more than a lot of things.

So, I'd say, if you feel low... think about how Saeyoung would fight for you and help that inspire you to fight for yourself. Because he loves you and he always will, even if the galaxy keeps the two of you apart from one another. If you feel a flutter in your chest, it's him, calling out to your heart with a prayer you'll smile again.

And just remember, talking about your grief helps. Don't ball it up. If you have to write something down to let it out, do it. Never hesitate.

#long post #longpost #tw vent #mod kait #not mm #clownishpossum

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badheart · 11 months

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“if you’re looking for her, she already left.” he sounded pissed, frustrated. his brows knitting together at the thought of that man, & the way that she held onto his hand as if he was her saviour. the fact that she didn’t return, only infuriated him more—his mind going places that he wanted to avoid.

idachi scoffed, giving fang another glance before rising to his feet from over his desk & stood to the front of it, barely sitting on the edge with his arms folded across his chest. “she left her phone, too, so if you’re trying to reach her…” she was unreachable—unbeknownst to him that rei had already contacted one of her co-workers, asking if her items could be sent to her apartment after experiencing a fever. his features were hardened still, but his gaze held a bit less hostility the longer he stared, & brought a hand to grab fang’s chin. “i’m quite stressed because of her. maybe you could help me with some relieve.”

"Ugh... but it's her break time," she argued and even checked the time on her phone in that moment. Usually it was around this time, but she also had not bothered to visit her since a long time anymore, as she was no more dragged along, due to her father. "Amazing, that you still work here," she quietly noted, but Rei was still complaining about him, so yeah, still in his high & mighty position. Fang eyed more her empty place, from across the room. Since when does she leave during her breaks?

"Fuckin' idiot," she huffed and pouted as she stared at her phone screen and her chat with Rei. Her texts still unseen. Fang was almost dependant on Rei, preferring to hang out with her, when she desired some company again. She probably wanted to spend more time with her boyfriend now, ugh. She was quite literally pulled out of her thoughts, when he grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze up. "Ah-haha, I think you never asked me this nicely. What about your not so little side-chick though?" Speaking of Futaba. Seriously asking for Fang, sure came unexpected for her, and it sure tempted her. Lowering her gaze for a moment, basically stuck at the perfect height. Funny seeing him almost desperate for once. "Don't you have her now for this?"

#╳ ——「 query.」#mugunghwc

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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God I love your work so much?? You guys are amazing .

Can I request how Albedo, Xiao and Diluc react to their s/o pushing them away in attempt to keep them safe from danger? (Eg they may be the traveller who is connected with the fatui and the abyss aand therefore fears for their s/o's safety.

Tysm!! I love your guys' writing style. requesting this specifically bc it's not fair Xiao gets to be to edgy one all the time in the fics🙄 how does it feel to get pushes away now loverboy? (/j!! I love him just thought this prompt would be a neat inversion).

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo, xiao, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, blood, mentions albedos story (spoilers), xiao story spoilers, reader is not traveler

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe tysm!! ALSO 100% haha i LOVEEE xiao but yk he be a lil stingy when it comes to safety! i want to tuck him in and tell him it’ll be alright 😔😔

during your travels across teyvat, you have encountered far more fatui and abyss mages than you’d care to count

and some of which— had some, err, not so kind grudges against you

these grudges were so serious that you began to worry for albedo’s safety. you personally did not care for blood staining your hands nor soul—but if that blood was albedo’s... oh boy

so, coming to a conclusion... you decided on the inevitable: keep albedo at arm’s length—for your heart and his

and, it worked. for a month, it worked. your visits to his camp in dragonspine lessened, your chaste kisses and morning voice left his life like... regrettably, his master

Staring up at the whirling winds of Dragonspine, Albedo’s teal eyes trailed over the ice, wishing to see a familiar silhouette among its blizzard.

He had been counting. It has been five days, two minutes, and 54 seconds since you last visited him—

Hah, just kidding. He didn’t count—but it has been five days.

Where were you? Maybe you were busy—the alchemist knew you had a life outside of—well, him.

It was unfair of him to be impatient, for you had been nothing short of patient towards him. But still, his heart longs and yearns for your touches, his head feels cold without your fingers twisting through his silky blonde hair.

Dragonspine was cold, but without you, it was colder.

he’d eventually head back down to mondstadt, solely for the purpose of finding you

his mind got the best of him as he spiraled into a brief insanity. maybe he did something to make you mad? maybe you were injured, recovering without his aid? so many questions spinning around his head he almost missed the sight of your [e/c] eyes

“[Y/N]—“ Albedo’s voice cut through the crowds of Mondstadt as the alchemist rushed forward. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, desperation taking over him as he reached a hand out for you.

“Albedo...?” You stopped in your tracks, taking in the sight of your boyfriend’s unruly hair and tired eyes. His lips were still purple—as if he had come back down from Dragonspine recently.

“Where were you?” The alchemist asked, his gloved hand wrapped around your wrist delicately, his eyes scanning all over you as to check whether you were injured or not.

“Ah... I was—adventuring,” You sweatdropped, the coldness of his gloves stinging your wrist, your eyes wide at how cold he was.

he doesn’t believe you—hah. of course he doesn’t, albedo is a genius in fields he wishes to study

he knows you too well to fall for your mindless responses or excuses, he knows your eyes too well to succumb to the smile on your lips or kindness in your touch

he knows, he knows he knows he knows—so why? what are you hiding? why are you hiding? from him of all people?

everyone has secrets—albedo is aware, for he has his own share. but please, can’t you spare his heart? just this once?

“Tell me the truth, [Y/N],” Albedo asked—no, begged. He wanted to know what kept you so far from his reach, what stopped you from visiting him or loving him or just being with him. Was he the problem? Was this the end of your love?

“I...” You looked away, tugging the alchemist against the current of the crowds, seeking an area for just the two of you.

And once you found it, you pulled the blonde into a hug. The coldness of his coat didn’t faze you, nor did the way his eyes widened or the way his arms hesitantly wrapped back around you.

“I don’t want someone like you to get involved with me, Albedo. You’re...” You looked away, your face still buried into the alchemist’s shoulder.

“... A weakness. You’re a weakness that’ll be used against me.”

albedo is in utter disbelief

he—you—what?!

he’s... your weakness?

albedo doesn’t know whether to be flattered or hurt. he knows you have a dangerous job, he knows about the amount of letters you receive threatening him or you, he knows what you’re doing is for the better...

but—he cannot allow it. he wants to hold you without regrets, he wants to kiss you and eat lunch with you at good hunter...

“[Y/N],” Albedo breathed, cupping your cheeks in the palm of his hands as he stared violently into your eyes. Gaze softening, he couldn’t bring it in himself to scold you for all the worries you brought him to.

“I promise you—that even if Fatui and Abyss Mages disrupt my alchemy, I promise that I want to get involved with you—I, I want to be with you.”

His heart, it wants so much, it wants to have you, it wants to love you.

So please—won’t you let him do that?

xiao also has many people out for his throat

well, i suppose... the difference between those ‘people’ and your ‘people’ is the fact that xiao’s debts are owed to the dead

the whispers, the screams, the agony. it plagues every part of his mind, like a melody with no beat, like an endless tune that he will hear for the rest of time

and you—you’re like, the charm. the ward and sigil that scares away all of those demons. you’re the sunshine that seeps through the cracks of caves

and now... you’re drifting. like a ship at sea, he wonders... will you be back?

regrettably—you think—maybe, maybe... you won’t return

What is this? The third week Xiao has sat atop the roof of Wangshu Inn? Hoping mindlessly to hear your steps up the staircase?

Hah. Is this who he has become? An adeptus who waits for a mortal like you to come, an adeptus who should be defending Liyue, and yet, here he is.

he’s a bit... put off

like. who are you to make him feel this way, mortal? (derogatory)

he doesn’t want to admit it... but... he misses you. there! he said it. he misses you. now can you come back, please?

he knows, he knows he is not the best lover... that he is blunt, enigmatic, and sometimes... rude. but— but you, you accept him for that

and he ponders atop the roof of wangshu inn—perhaps, was this ignoring scheme long overdue? have you finally grown tired of him and all of his karma? have you found someone better—someone you can love you, hold you, and care for you like you deserve?

he hopes—the answer is no

but he knows... the answer is probably yes

“Oh, [Y/N]! You’re back!” Verr Goldet’s hushed voice ran through the adeptus mind as his form shot up almost instantly. Staring down from his position on the roof, his yellow eyes stared over at your familiar form, your [e/c] eyes and vision that dangled from your hip.

“Haha, sorry about that.”

You smiled, but Xiao didn’t miss the way you winced upon doing so. Your arms and legs were wrapped with bandages, dried splotches of red and clothing as messy as could be.

“Your room is upstairs, sleep well,” Verr Goldet nodded knowingly, a bittersweet grin on her face as her mind flickered to the thought of Xiao and his shortening temper.

once you step out onto the balcony, you do not need to look to see who has appeared beside you

“Hello, Xiao!” You say openly, arms outstretched for a hug as the adeptus merely stared at you. Three weeks. Three weeks without you, three weeks too many—and here you were, opening your arms like you had just returned back from an hour long trip.

“ . . . “ Staying silent, Xiao could only cross his arms, glaring at you with mixed emotions. He was relieved to see you back and ‘happy’, but still, he was frustrated and irritated at the way you behaved so recklessly.

“You owe me an expla—“

“—nation,” You finished for the male, an exasperated smile gracing your features as you turned over to the balcony, the setting moon and proud stars soaring like the birds of Mondstadt.

“I was... dealing with some encounters,” Your tone was laced with a malice even he wasn’t expecting, the number of bandages scouring your skin finally making sense as his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Fatui? Tell me where they are, I wi—“

“No.”

Turning over to him fully, Xiao’s breath hitched. Ugh, again—you and your pretty smile and charming features. The simplest things you do made him go insane like the karmic debts that flourished through his mind.

“You can’t get involved, Xiao. They will only go after you. I returned here today to tell you that I’ll be going off for three month—“

“What?” The Yaksha breathed in disbelief. Did he hear right? Were you seriously leaving again?!

“I said, I am leaving again... Xiao. It’s not you—Celestia no... it’d never be you. It’s just...” You looked around, to anywhere, anyone but him. If you glanced at him now, chances are you’d succumb to his sunny eyes and stay back at Wangshu Inn.

“... The Fatui. I got on their wanted list and—I don’t want them to use you against me. So I’ll go out and get rid of them, and I’ll be ba—“

“No.”

It was his turn to decline, for he didn’t want to hear anything you had to say. You got on the Fatui’s wanted list?! What?! He...

He was going to kill them.

“Do you think I am weak, [Y/N]? Eons of slaughter and—“

“Xiao!” You facepalmed, raising your voice slightly at the male as he blinked, taken aback that you, a mortal would ever thing of committing such a heinous crime towards a divine being like him.

“You’re not weak! It’s just... I’m weak. And if they find you, they could just threaten me with everything they’d do to you! Even if nothing happened at all...” Your voice died down, your heart hammering against your chest as Xiao’s eyes softened.

Xiao was—speechless. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Nobody had ever thought of him so kindly before, neither have they ever treated him as something other than a weapon of war.

So, he vowed. Like the night Rex Lapis found him all those millennia ago, like the night he broke free from the chains of manipulation—he vowed, time and time again—

“I will protect you, [Y/N]. For there is no need to protect me.”

[internal screaming]

diluc, of all people, no longer is afraid of ‘grudges’ or ‘debts’ owed to the fatui or abyss order. he dances with evil, masquerading each night for his life

and now, the only light in his world full of darkness, the only fire in the cold icy winds...

left

you left. you left with a little note saying you’d be back in what—five months?

a part of him was... shocked. it was surprised at how abrupt it was. one moment, the two of you were laying in bed, cradling each others’ forms. and the next? you were gone

the other part of him was... worried. did you want to leave him? what was this about? did you owe debt to the fatui? you could’ve told him, he would’ve payed for it all in a heartbeat

but diluc of mondstadt—hah, he was not known for stepping down so easily. so until he figures out why you left so suddenly, he is not stopping his search for the truth

and once he so happens to run into lumine and asks the traveler where you’ve been—he’s shocked

at first, he thinks lumine must me mistaken. what? what do you mean “[y/n] is heading out to fight the abyss herald”, you’re kidding... haha...

(lumine swore she saw her life flash before her eyes when diluc wrapped his head around the news)

diluc feels a bit... guilty. he feels guilty that he didn’t know sooner, he feels guilty that the abyss order is bothering you like how it bothers him, he feels guilty for everything

Wiping some blood that spilled from the corner of your mouth, you grimaced at the metallic taste.

What was it? Err... day five? This was the first Abyss Herald you have encountered so far, and you could only assume it was the first of many.

Standing up, you sheathed your weapon. Your vision glowed brightly in the darkness of the ruins, the moon illuminating the way out as you sighed, pulling yourself across the stone cold floor.

As you trudged outside and into the moonlight, a twig cracked under a foot that wasn’t yours, prompting you to reach out and materialize your weapon, charging it with power from your vision.

“Who?”

Stepping out from the trees, your eyes widened at a sight you hadn’t expected to see—at least, expected to see this soon.

“Diluc?” You breathed, heaving a sigh of relief as the male took no notice to your words, instead, his vermilion eyes traced over your battered form, his eyes worrying even more with each glance he spared.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, rushing up to you as he pulled out some bandages, wrapping them around your wounds so he could get you back to the winery.

pushing yourself away from his grasp, diluc watched in hurt as you kept him away from your figure

“i couldn’t—i didn’t want you to get involved,” you mumbled guiltily, looking away from the male as his eyes seemed to berate you silently

“me involved? what do you mean?” diluc asks in disbelief. he of all people should be the one telling you that

“the abyss. i got in a tumble with them and now they’re after my blood,” you murmured, only causing diluc’s heart to pound even louder in his chest, his brain flickering to unpleasant memories as he rushed up to you, securely placing his hands on your shoulders

He’s... speechless. He doesn’t know what to say, what to do. He’s usually the one keeping people at arms-length—yet here you were, stealing his lines and his worries.

“I...” Diluc paused, trying to form words, and yet, nothing came to mind.

“...”

Silence. It filled the ambience and your hearts, yet, it was not the same silence in the abyss, nor was it the same silence before a nightmare.

It was a silence of awe, a silence that you’d hear before a firework would shoot up in the sky—it was calming, a relaxing wave like a seashell pressed against your ear.

A silent love—like the one you and Diluc shared. An unsung melody that played in the beat of your hearts, the breaths of the wind...

A silent promise, like a marriage or a confession, a promise to—

“I will be by your side, [Y/N]. No matter what.”

Through thick and thin, cold and warm, there is nothing but you two, two lovers against the darkness, dancing with ghosts and evil.

— constellations! 💫

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 2 years

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Would you ever consider doing a Jess Day x fem reader? (Maybe something like Jess introduces they guys to her girlfriend?) No worries if you don't feel comfortable writing it tho

(A/N): I would LOVE to write more Jessica Day x Fem! Reader stuff! The only reason why my one (and only, sadness-) Jessica Day x Fem! Reader is platonic is because I was a coward back when I posted it, haha- But yes! Send Jessica Day requests all day if you must. I love her, and I love writing for her.

“I can’t believe this is happening...!” Jess whispers out those words as she bites into the nail on her thumb, the woman walking back and forth in the kitchen with a worried look on her. “This is really happening, isn’t it...?”

Nick gives out a frown of confusion from his place, his arms crossed over the kitchen island as he sets his eyes on his male friends. “What the hell is happening?”

“I have no idea, man.” Winston quirks an eyebrow at Jess, unsure of the exact reason why she’s acting weird; weirder than usual, that is. “She’s been walking back and forth like this for an hour now.”

“Can’t you guys see it?” Schmidt rolls his eyes at his friend, an annoyed look on his face. “She’s obviously stressed about something! Obviously, her and Cece had a fight, and Jess doesn’t know how to properly apologize for it!”

Jess stops in her tracks, turning her eyes towards her roommates in an instant, only for her features to break into a look of pure desperation.

“Oh, I really don’t want this to happen!”

“What is happening, though?” Nick gives out his words in a frustrated tone, staring at Jess with wide-opened eyes. “Why did you ask all of us to come here, Jess? Huh? You interrupted while I was in hyper-focus-writing mode!”

“AKA...” Schmidt turns his head towards Winston, whispering with a teasing grin on his face. “Stare-at-the-ceiling-for-an-incredible-amount-of-time mode.”

That’s enough to bring a chuckle out of Winston’s, making Nick glare at both of them. “Go to hell. Both of you.”

“Okay, okay...!” Jess closes her eyes, breathing in and out slowly before she speaks up once more. “I need you guys to meet someone... someone very dear to me...”

“Oh-oh-oh!” Winston whistles, a large grin appearing on his face as he rubs his hands together. “I smell a new boyfriend!”

“New boyfriend?” Schmidt doesn’t waste a second to join Winston in his theory, a look of curiosity and excitement taking over his features. “That would explain why you’ve been so secretive these last few weeks...”

“It’s not...!” A blush takes over her cheeks, a pout taking over her lips. “It’s not... a... “boyfriend”... per se...”

“Ugh...” Nick groans in annoyance, letting his head fall on the kitchen island. “I don’t wanna meet whoever this guy is... I don’t like meeting anyone in general!”

“Ah, come on, Nick!” Schmidt gently nudges his side with his elbow, his eyebrows moving up and down in a teasing way. “Aren’t you curious about this guy? He must be something if Jess refused for us to meet him until now-”

The sound of someone knocking at the door interrupts him, all heads turning towards the entrance at once as a result. There’s a pause where everyone stares intently in the same direction, only for the three boys to run in complete chaos towards the door.

“Hey, no, wait!” Jess reacts before she can even blink, the woman somehow managing to run faster than them as she blocks them from opening the door. “Stop, you guys! You gotta promise you’re not gonna embarrass me!”

“What?” Nick frowns, already shaking his head. “No way!”

Schmidt nudges his sides once more, this time with a little more strength, and gives Jess a bright smile. “We promise to treat your new boyfriend with utter respect.”

Winston snorts at those words. “I’m not promising anything.”

Jess gives out a long sigh, slowly turning towards the door to open it. All three men stretches out their neck to try and see whoever’s on the other side first, only for their confusion to come back when they see you. A very-much-not-a-man you.

“(Y/N), hi!” Jess gives out a soft yet nervous smile as soon as she sees you, greeting you with a loving look in her eyes as you step in. “Welcome! Did you find the place alright?”

“Piece of cake.” Your lips stretch into a genuine smile, a bright light in your eyes as you turn them towards the three men. “Are those your roommates?”

It doesn’t take long for all three of Jess’ friends to tighten their back, wide grins spread onto their cheeks as they try to look as attractive as possible to you.

“Ah, yes!” Jess gives out a shaky grin, turning her attention to her friends. “Guys... this is (Y/N). She’s... well...” She gently grabs one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together as a blush spreads onto her cheeks. “... she’s my girlfriend!”

Grins disappear from her roommates’ face as soon as they hear her words, look of pure shock taking place instead.

“Huh?” Nick blinks a few times, unsure if he heard right. “Girlfriend?”

“Girl-” Schimdt stops mid-sentence when he feels a stutter coming, his index finger pointing at your hands. “Girlfriend? As in... lover?”

“Hm, hm.” You answer instead of Jess, your eyes giving her a loving stare as your smile widens. “Been two weeks, now.”

Jess looks down with a shy smile, happiness taking over her features fast.

“Very nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Winston’s the first one to reat properly, a proud smile on his face as he stretches his hand to you. “I’m Winston.”

You let go of Jess’ hands to shake his. “Nice to meet you too, Winston!”

“Yeah! Yeah, nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Schmidt rapidly nods his head, grabbing your hand to shake it profusely as soon as you let go of Winston’s. “I’m Schmidt! And this is Nick.”

Nick gives out a look of pure nervousness, his face red as he barely manage to let out a word. “Sup.”

“Don’t mind him. He’s just shy.” Schmidt gently pats his friend’s shoulders as a way to comfort him, giving you a wider grin than before. “So! You and Jess, huh? I hope you’re treating her nicely!”

“Well...” You chuckle, all of you walking further into the apartment. “I haven’t heard any complaints yet. So... I guess that’s good?”

Jess gives you a genuine smile, a look of relief taking over her features as she seems to realize that everything’s going smoothly. She was so scared something would go wrong, but turns out you and her friends are going along just fine.

#new girl #jessica day #jessica day imagine #jessica day imagines #jessica day x reader #new girl imagine #new girl imagines #new girl x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert #request #requests

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sukunasfourtheye · 3 years

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Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

Masterlist

Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

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>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

Oh yes. It’s showtime.

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself.

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed.

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell.

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously.

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end.

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face.

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah? You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.”

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”.

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

#eren jeager #eren jeager smut #Eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren jeager one shot #eren yeager oneshot #aot smut #attack on Titan #attack on Titan smut #eren smut #eren oneshot #Eren filth #Eren #aot #this was originally gonna be Levi but oh well #aot fanfiction #smut

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plan-d-to-i · 2 years

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I'm so sorry, Plan. I just want to vent so I sent this ask.

https://twitter.com/mizunocaitlin/status/1488788138419838976?t=r2Nqeb-BKwGLnEVX21obBQ&s=19

So according to this tweet, WWX manipulated JC to accept the transfer and it was a morally gray choice. Op, pls, tell me in what part of the novel did WWX manipulated JC into accepting the transfer (coz I didn't read anything in the novel that says that he did) and how did it became a MORALLY GRAY CHOICE (seriously ugh). Coz JC knows he's getting a GC. He CONSENTED to it. And no, he didn't ask any particulars about it. He CONSENTED to it knowing IT IS WWX'S CHANCE OF GETTING A GC BACK IF, SOMEHOW, SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIS OWN GC.

I just want to scream into the void. I really, really want to. Once again, I'm sorry, Plan. Just venting my pent up feelings.

Haha it's ok. Ugh kill this ridiculous core transfer hot take w fire already ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ).

I discussed the core transfer at length here. But let's address this one really quickly too:

WWX didn't hide it from jc bc he feared jc couldn't deal w the guilt of WWX sacrificing so much, or even bc he was afraid jc would reject the core. He didn't tell jc bc he knew it would give jc the angry sads that he couldn't mindlessly engage in his unhinged one sided competition w him anymore.

If someone as unhealthily competitive as him found out about this, he’d be dispirited his whole life, too tortured to face himself. There’d always be something he could never overcome, reminding him that he could only reach where he was because of another’s sacrifice. It wasn’t at all his cultivation and his achievement. No matter if he won or lost, he’d long since lost the right to compete.

And he's right. jc's reaction finding out about the core isn't horror at how much WWX sacrificed it's: "so u agree? u think ur better than me >:-/ !!?". It's frustration that WWX will always be a better person than him and that it feels awks to dump all his hate so casually on him now. Also, as usual jc tries to twist all of WWX's motivations through his own fucked up lens where every good deed must be done w an ulterior motive - which says a lot more about jc than it does about WWX:

Jiang Cheng let out a hah, “Of course. Giving without expecting anything in return. What a high level. Unlike me, of course. So that’s why my father always said you were the one who truly understood the Jiang Sect’s motto and did things the Jiang way, back when he was alive.”

Wei WuXian couldn’t keep on listening any longer, interrupting him, “Enough.”

Jiang Cheng’s voice harshened, “What do you mean, enough? It’s enough as long as you say so? You know everything! You’re better than me at everything! Whether it be talent or cultivation or spirituality or personality, you guys knew everything while I was much lower—then what am I?!?!”

He suddenly reached out, as if to seize Wei WuXian’s collar.

and then there's this ...

no sense just vibes. At least someone accurately answered them. YZY literally made WWX swear he would protect jiang cheng w his life and it was also Jiang Fengmian's final request. It's what WWX has in mind when he goes through w the core transfer to keep jc from hunger striking to 💀.

"Wei WuXian stared at him, Just what does he want? Is he lying? Is he being insincere? But this lie really is too ridiculous! Does he think that I’m an idiot?!

The scary thing was that a desperate ecstasy really did sprout from somewhere in the bottom of his heart.

He gave himself a harsh scolding in silence—he was stupid, useless, ridiculous, it was bizarre, unimaginable. Yet, he was alone, without a sword or any tools, and on the other side of the wall there were thousands of Wen Sect’s cultivators, perhaps Wen ZhuLie as well.

He wasn’t scared of death. He was only scared that after he died, he wouldn’t be able to save Jiang Cheng and betray the trust that Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu left him. In such circumstances, the only one he could place his hope on was a person of the Wen Sect whom he had met only three times in total!

Wei WuXian licked his chapped lips, speaking in a dry voice, “… Then… could you… could you help me… take the bodies of Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu…” (Chapter 59)

"He remembered every single thing he promised Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu—to help and take care of Jiang Cheng." (Chapter 103)

Also the procedure was dangerous (and excruciating) for WWX. If it failed jc would still not have a core but WWX would be left without his for nothing. The risk was on WWX's part. I know reading comprehension is hard for jc stans but this is a pretty basic concept. jc climbed a mountain blindfolded, happy to con Baoshan Sanren into giving him a new core , and ready to do anything to get it, and he got it. A more powerful core than his own. A core he was perfectly happy with that he used to lead a siege to kill WWX and the ppl he was protecting. A core he has not desire or intention to give up. At no point does jc say: "I wish u hadn't give it to me >:0". Ppl throwing around words like "violated jc's body" sounding foolish af. Taking a heroic sacrifice, framed as a heroic sacrifice in the novel, and trying to vilify it to make their shitty fav look better.

#mdzs #answers #Wei Wuxian #jiang cheng

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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4 Female with satan

Late Night Rescue (Satan x f!MC)

Prompt 4: “I know it’s 2 in the morning, but do you want to...”

Genre: Fluff, Slice of life

Warnings: N/A

A/N: First Satan piece! Coincidentally enough, he has been growing on me a lot more lately. I hope I get to work more on him in the future so I can explore other parts of his personality (I just think he's neat).

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It was with a long, deep groan that MC's forehead met with the surface of her desk. Three long hours on this homework, and she still couldn't see the end of it. When the teacher had first said that the entire class was about to "taste true suffering" for getting a low score on the previous assignement, she didn't think he would actually be this serious. But what was she expecting, really, when it came from a demon teacher?

With a hand that had turned stiff from writing down notes since the beginning of her study session, MC grabbed her phone and slid it close to her face. She sighed upon seeing the time flash on her screen, reminding her of her grim reality.

2:13am.

"Aaah, and we have to wake up in 5 hours..." the hard truth fell from her lips as she painfully straightened herself in her chair. If Lucifer knew she was still awake at this hour, no doubt she would get a full-blown lecture after coming home from RAD tomorrow. She ran her hands over her face in an attempt to wake herself up as she groaned. She wasn't about to get any sleep tonight, was she?

"What's this coffee made out of, seriously?" Frowning, a pout birthed on her mouth upon looking down at her notes. The pile of books next to her only let her see how much more she would have to write before finalizing her assignment, and giving it back to the teacher tomorrow afternoon.

"It's not doing shit." MC propped her elbows on the desk- maybe a bit too loudly given the time-, and placed her head into her hands. If only she hadn't made a detour to the store with Asmo after school! But she had desperately needed new skincare products, and Asmo's puppy eyes had proven to be way too effective against her. Ugh, she could have been in bed already...

She felt her heart skip a bit when the phone under her hand began ringing, the soft ringtone she had set for nightly calls much welcomed to her ears. Although, a small knot took form in her throat as she began to wonder who could be calling her at such an hour. Maybe a wrong number?

She instantly placed the phone against her ear, her tired mind making her forget to check the name appearing on the screen. "Huh, hello?"

"Ah, so I was right. You are still awake after all." The voice, warm and affectionate in its tone, gave MC the impression that it was the first person she was speaking to in a week.

"Satan?" She asked, rubbing a wrist over her eyes.

"You know, I had a hunch it was going to take you some time to finish your work, after you've left dinner so quickly to close yourself in your room. But to still be going at it at this hour..." The demon clicked his tongue. "Did you even take a break since then?"

"No... I mean, I've finished most of my regular assignements. But I've been stuck on this one for a while now." MC replied as she turned around on her chair to stretch her legs, before curiosity took over her. "How did you guess?"

"I went to the kitchen to grab some water." The blonde answered over the phone. "That's when I noticed the light from under your door. I didn't want to bother you, in case you had fallen asleep with the lights on, so I didn't dare knocking."

Looking back at the door, MC felt lucky it had been Satan who called, and not another one of the demons. The Avatar of Wrath had always been one of the few men in the house who had always respected her boundaries whenever she asked to be left alone, especially more when it was to work on something. Yet, she couldn't help but clutch the phone a little more against her ear, feeling grateful that he was checking up on her in the middle of the night.

"Well, I'm definitely not sleeping right now." She giggled slightly. "But what about you, though? Were you asleep before going to the kitchen? I wouldn't want you to stay awake because of me."

Satan's laugh brought a warm feeling in her stomach as it entered her ear. "Actually, I wasn't. There's been a particular problem that's been keeping me awake, you see. So I've been trying to find an idea as to how I can resolve it."

"A problem?" MC blinked, her eyes opening a bit wider.

"You left dinner relatively early today, so you didn't catch up on it." Satan explains. "But I've recently noticed the presence of a kitten in the cemetary. It's been there for a few days now, and as far as I know, it doesn't seem that it left the area to return to a home, so it's just been taking shelter in one of the mausoleums. I told Lucifer about possibly bringing it inside to give him in a warm place so it can sleep and eat, but of course, he refused on the spot."

MC arched an eyebrow. "I thought you of all people wouldn't care about Lucifer's rules when it comes to cats."

The demon laughed in response.

"Oh trust me, I'd love nothing more than to defy his rules on a daily basis. But I've sneaked cats in the house in the past, and it usually doesn't end well for me, and the cats eventually have to leave. It also wouldn't be easy to bring this kitten inside, now that Lucifer knows about it." Satan sighs loud enough for MC to hear over the phone. "No doubt he would be on my tail if I were to try anything."

She mimicked the demon, letting a puff of air escape her nose in frustration. Lucifer was very stubborn when it came to having animals in the House of Lamentation, the only exception obviously being Henry 2.0 since he was a small goldfish. Even Mammon had been yelled at whenever his crows would enter through the windows to drop freshly stolen goods at his feet, but they'd usually only stay for a couple of minutes. So convincing the first-born to let Satan take care of a kitten... would prove to be challening, no doubt.

MC didn't have the time to offer her support, than Satan immediately started speaking again.

"But you know, MC." The smile in his voice seemed to have doubled in an instant. "I think I may have found a solution to this problem of mine. Now, I know you're still stuck on your homework... And I know it’s 2 in the morning, but do you want to..."

Satan let the end of his sentence unfinished, probably waiting for MC to guess it. Her mouth stayed agape for a few seconds, until she finally took the hint.

"Do I want to... help you?"

"We all know Lucifer has a soft spot for you." MC could hear Satan move around his room as he continued to explain his plan. "I take that if you and I were to go and bring this kitten to one of our rooms, he would be a bit more mellow than if I were to try on my own. Would you be up for it?"

MC weighted the ups and downs in her mind. On one hand, getting caught by Lucifer could result in a punishment her exhausted body wouldn't probably be able to take. But on the other hand, she was the only one at this hour who could help Satan with this predicament. And MC would be lying to herself, if she said she didn't want to see this kitten and give it a better home than a cold, damp mausoleum.

"Ah, and if you need a bit more convincing-" Satan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, "I'll help you finish that assignement of yours tomorrow morning. Whatever it is, I can assure you we'll be done before lunch."

"You would?!" She found herself gasping as if she had just heard the best news of her life. "Satan, that would help so much!"

"It's for Curses and Hexes, isn't it?" Satan's chuckle felt like honey to her ears. "That teacher really is as sadistic as Lucifer, so no wonder you're having a hard time with it. Don't worry, I'll even complete the assignement for you if we need to."

"I'll help!" MC declared, practically jumping out of her chair to go grab her shoes near the door. "B-But, I was going to accept even before you offered me your help, just so you know!"

"Haha, I know MC. You are truly kind." Satan's words felt sincere. "Now then, shall we meet by the entrance? Be careful not to make any noise on your way there. This rescue mission depends entirely on our discretion, after all."

"I'll be so silent, Lucifer might as well think I turned into a ghost." MC grinned while crouching to put her shoes on. "See you soon, Satan. Let's help that kitten together."

"Thank you, MC. I'm really looking forward to do this with you. I will see you there." As Satan hung up, MC could swear all of the exhaustion she had previously acquired in the past few hours vanish in an instant. Who cared in the moment if her back ached a little? Something much more interesting than taking notes was about to take place.

As MC grabbed her jacket and flipped it around her shoulders, she found herself smiling upon stepping out of her room, this innocent but sneaky rescue mission with Satan making her the most excited she had been in weeks. And with him getting to help her tomorrow... it seemed like, for the first time in a while, her stubbornness had worked in her favor.

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Don’t Hate the Player (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

@kiyachi-tickles I know that for a lot of these video game fics people tend to write about Mario Kart, but I’m a SEGA girl, so I decided to switch things up and have the boys play Team Sonic Racing! And, well...Bakugou doesn’t really do well with teamwork, does he? ^^

Hope you enjoy, and thanks for accepting my request, too! I can’t wait to read it! 😁

“Nothing’s gonna slow me down!”

“Yeah, Kacchan. Nothing’s going to slow me down!” Deku teased his friend while keeping his eyes on the screen as his character – Silver – raced along the track with ease.

Beside him, Bakugou grumbled. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait, nerd. I’ll catch up.” This was the third grand prix they’d played in this game, having decided beforehand to play through all six of them before even firing up their laptops. Deku had already won the first two, and two races into the third, he was set to win again.

Bakugou’s character – Knuckles – smashed through objects that were in his way and shouted, “Get outta my way!”

“That’s what I’m saying,” the blonde muttered.

Deku couldn’t help but giggle. Playing video games with Kacchan was always interesting, but in this particular case, his losing consistently was just funny to him. It was a racing game – it shouldn’t have been that hard. But more than that, it was a team racing game. And that’s what was making his friend lose so much. Bakugou was nothing if not a lone wolf.

“Why are my teammates so far behind?” he complained as they began the third lap.

“If they’re behind, send them items to help out,” Deku replied, breezing through the level with ease in first place. His teammates were second and third. It was smooth sailing for them.

“Ugh, losers.” Bakugou pressed a key on his keyboard. “Here, take the dang cube. It’s useless anyway.”

Deku bit back yet another giggle as he sailed over the finish line, his teammates right behind him. Several seconds later, Bakugou crossed in sixth place with his teammates in seventh and tenth. When the scores were tallied, Deku grinned across the table at him. “Looks like I’m gonna win this one, too.”

“Shut up. We still have three grand prixs to go, nerd.”

“I know, but even if you win all three of them we’ll be tied in the end.”

“I said shut up!”

As predicted, Deku won the third grand prix. Then he went on to win the fourth as well. At this point, Bakugou was just trying to win a race.

“Move or get run over!” Knuckles shouted at his opponents.

“Yeah, what he said!” Bakugou added, staring at his screen intensely, really getting into it now. He was actually doing pretty well; this track was a bit harder for Deku’s character’s racer type, so he was actually in fourth place while Bakugou was in second. The entire race, the blonde was ahead. Then suddenly – on the last lap – Silver whipped out in front of him and crossed the finish line in first place yet again.

Bakugou whipped his head up to glare at Deku. “What was that?!”

“Team Ultimate, baby!” Deku cried, fist pumping the air. “I win again! Let’s go!”

“Come on, you bunch of losers! I thought Sonic was supposed to be the fastest thing alive! Why’s he so slow?”

With every race that went by that he lost, Bakugou grew more and more frustrated with himself. But at the same time, watching Deku grow increasingly elated with every win and even get cocky about it was fascinating to him. The nerd was never arrogant; that was part of the reason he irritated Bakugou so much. But it seemed with video games, humility went out the window.

Finally the last grand prix rolled around. This time Bakugou was doing really well, keeping up with Deku and giving him and his team a run for their money. His teammates played a lot better; it was as if Sonic had heard him and stepped up his game. When the last race rolled around, it was entirely up to the results of this track who won the grand prix overall.

Deku’s team won by one point.

“One point?!” Bakugou yelled, jumping out of his seat and throwing his hands in the air. “One point? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, yeah!” Deku cried at the same time, not only jumping out of his seat but beginning to do a victory dance of sorts around the table. “I won! I won every grand prix! All six of them!”

Bakugou stared, watching his rival dance around with all the arrogance that was usually something he himself would show off instead. Frustrated as he was, he begrudgingly let Deku have his moment – until the nerd finished his victory lap around the table and began to take another one.

“That’s it!” Bakugou roared, lunging at the green-haired boy and tackling him to the floor. “You cheated somehow! There’s no way you were that good!”

Deku continued to laugh even as he was pinned to the ground. “Haha! Don’t hate the player, hate the ga-HAME!” He shrieked, suddenly bursting into loud laughter and struggling against his friend. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! KACCHAHAHAHAHAN DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“This is payback for not only beating me in almost every single race we just played,” Bakugou growled as he drilled relentlessly into Deku’s hips, “but for being so dang cocky about it!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SORRYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!” Deku cried, laughing openly even as he squirmed and tried to tap out. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“I’m not satisfied yet.” Bakugou grinned and moved to straddle his thighs so he couldn’t kick or roll around anymore. This made Deku even more hysterical than before.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KACCHAN!!”

“Oh, no. I’m not stopping. You’ll just have to deal with it, Deku.” The atomic blonde smirked and leaned in closer to his rival’s face, knowing perfectly well he was about to be even meaner and not caring in the slightest. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, little nerd.”

For the briefest of moments, Deku’s laughter went silent from the teasing. Then it came back even stronger and more desperate than before. He begged and screamed and laughed, but Bakugou wasn’t letting him off that easy. He kept up his merciless assault on the smaller hero’s hips – yes, he was staying on his worst spot on purpose – and kept up his teasing until Deku was red in the face and crying with laughter.

“Plehehehehehehehehease!” Deku wheezed, his hysterics coming out in breathless gasps at this point. “Stahahahahahahahap, p-plehehease, I c-cahahahahan’t tahahahahahake it anymohohore!”

Finally satisfied that he’d thoroughly wrecked the nerd with tickles, Bakugou stopped, but didn’t climb off of him. Not just yet.

“Since when do you get so high and mighty when you win games?” he demanded.

“S-Sohorry,” Deku replied in a breathless giggle, still catching his breath. “I couldn’t help it. You were just…just so bad at it…I thought it was funny and it made me kind of silly.” He smiled sheepishly. “You just need more practice is all.”

“Oh, spare me.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and finally stood up, letting Deku pull himself back to his feet as well. He closed out the game, shut down his laptop, and tucked it under his arm. “Next time I’m taking you down, nerd.”

“And if I beat you again?” Deku challenged, grinning as he shut down his own laptop. “Are you going to tickle me to death again?”

Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a laugh of his own. “Not to death. I still want to fight you at one-hundred percent. But probably within an inch of your life, yes.”

“Maybe I’ll just…let you win next time.”

“Don’t you dare go easy on me, you little--!”

Deku spent the next several minutes running away from Kacchan and his laptop and his wrath, laughing all the while as his friend shouted threats and curses at him from behind – not unlike the racing game they’d just finished playing.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #katsuki #bakugou #izuku #midoriya #deku #video games #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: ghosted [coward series au] Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, mild angst, expecting parents au

Synopsis: an alternate timeline where instead of breaking up over the phone, you break down and tell him you’re pregnant instead.

Warnings: mentions of abortion and early pregnancy

notes; probably would recommend to read the series but yall can read it as it is. also can i say this is also my favorite side story haha...and that is it, thank you for tuning in to coward, it has been one heck of a ride and yall have been so supportive ily all fr. If yall are interested send some drabbles, im accepting until eight uwu :3

read the series here! [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

Ghosted.

Atsumu has been ghosted by his own girlfriend.

He doesn’t want to believe it, it was just so odd coming from you. He wants to ask around but you were never exactly close with anyone, he didn’t even know the name of the best friend that you’d mention from time to time or your family.

In that moment, he had the frightening realization.

He never knew you at all.

The blonde feels sick to the bone, he’s reduced to a hot mess these days. People telling him to move on, telling him that there are other better ones out there but Atsumu never wanted anyone else. It’s always been about you ever since that day he saw you.

Just you.

He feels light headed at the fact that he just lost one of the best things he had in life. That he’ll never find someone like you again, someone as patient or as loving as you.

The lump on his throat grows and he wants to yell out his frustrations in the walls of his quiet apartment but something stops him.

A phone call.

From an unknown number.

He gulps down his frustrations and shakily answers the call, ready to tell the other person to fuck off but when he hears your soft voice, all inhibitions are lost.

“Atsumu.” your usual calm voice filled his ears and he suddenly feels the weight of the world is removed from his shoulders, thank god you were okay.

“Y/N? sweetheart? Where are you?”

“Out.”

“Where outside exactly?” Miya Atsumu dryly asks, “It’s cold, you shouldn’t be out now and wandering about. Would you like me to pick you up-”

“I can’t do this anymore.” you suddenly cut him off and the line goes quiet. The blonde feels the world around him quiet down when he hears those words that he wished he heard wrong.

“What’s-what’s wrong? Y/N, are you alright?”

“I don’t know,” You mutter, “I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what exactly?”

“Of you, of us…”

“Y/N, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes.” Your voice remained dead calm as if you just hadn’t broken his heart in a million pieces that moment, “Let’s stop this here now, Atsumu. Let’s break-up.”

“That’s…” He tries to keep the mood light, praying that this is one of your dark jokes, “That’s not funny, Y/N.”

“It’s not supposed to be since it’s not a joke.”

Your response was curt as usual and he doesn’t know whats worse, the fact that you’re breaking up over the phone or the fact that your tone remains composed.

“Y/N, don’t do this...Sweetheart don’t do this over the phone.” His tone seemed desperate at this point, he knows he sounds pathetic but he can’t help it. If begging was the only way to get you back next to him, he’d gladly do it. He’s desperate for you, he’s always been since the beginning, “I’m not stopping this until you tell me what's wrong between us, you have to give me something to work with Y/N. Is it something I did?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ya don’t know?” Atsumu started to raise his tone when he notices how unaffected you seem at the other line.Frustration slowly started to bubble up in him, the accent turning thicker as he got angrier, “Y/N ya can’t just disappear out of the blue and call me one day and tell me you want to break up! Do you think I’m some sort of fling? Some one-night stand or fuck buddies? We’ve been together for two years, Y/N. Two whole fucking years, What’s wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

Silence filled the line that you could hear a pin drop.

Hesitance.

“Y/N?” he repeats your name, this time softer, he notices the ragged breathing on the other side of the line, something was wrong, “Y/N? What’s wrong? Please talk to me...”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N?”

This was out of character, even for you.

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Y/N? Sweetheart, What do you mean?” He feels weak when he hears those words, his anger slowly dissipating. You truly did sound tired on the other line, maybe it was really over. Maybe he should let you go.

Maybe he should stop being a selfish and desperate bastard, he'd only hurt you more if he continued this on.

“I…” he hears a very soft cry on the other line, “I’m pregnant.”

All he hears now is your cries and the fast beating of his heart, pregnant? You were pregnant?

“A-and its alright...It’s alright if you want to have nothing to do with the kid...I-I’ll find a way…” He hears you try to say on the other line as he grips his phone tight, was that why you ran away last week? For this? Atsumu lets out a shaky sigh as he hears the usual calm voice panicking and completely out of breath as if you’d just run a marathon, “...I-I-”

“Breath.” He cuts you off, his voice turning deadly calm.

You’re not sure if you should be scared or relieved by it.

“W-what?”

“Breathe for a moment and tell me where you are.” Atsumu grabs his coat and wallet, “I can’t let my pregnant girlfriend stay under the cold for too long. Let’s grab something to eat, yeah? Don’t pregnant women have cravings or some shit? You really like those red buns we got when we first hung out, right? Or that karaage chicken? There's a twenty four hour one nearby my place then you can have a hot bath and sleep here after, you still have your clothes with me.”

The blonde’s tone is nonchalant as if you just hadn’t dropped life-changing news moments ago.He finally hears the sniffles die down, “Aren’t you going to leave me?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? I’ve been chasing after you since I first saw you. A kid ain’t going to scare me.” He grumbled, he wasn’t a wimp. Kids? Pft, bring it on, “Now where are ya, Y/N? I miss you and you have to bring me to your next doctor's appointment, I swear to god-”

“I’m at the park…” You breathe out, cutting him off as relief slowly spreads on your system, “Where we went on our first date.”

Atsumu feels his heart thump, well, what do you know. You had some theatrics up your sleeve too.

“Hey.” He softly calls out, as he exits his apartment and walks towards his destination, the cold not even bothering him the slightest because he was going to see you, “Wait for me there.”

“I-I will.”

“And I love you, you know that right?” Atsumu paused, the thought of having kids now was scary but if you chose to keep it, he wouldn’t mind. He’d be the best otosan and husband if you changed your mind he could be towards you and that unborn brat, “I love you too damn much, Sweetheart. So don’t ever forget me when you’re making these decisions.”

“I won’t.” He hears a loud sigh on the other line, as if a huge burden was released, “I...I love you too damn much too…”

Atsumu feels his brain short circuit as he hears those words from you out loud, a grin started to slowly make its way to his features as he started to sprint towards the park, “Look behind ya, sweetheart.” He exclaims through the phone when he finally sees your familiar figure facing him.

You turn around to face him and he sees the red nose and wet cheeks.

It was evident that you had been crying hard.

Ending the call and shoving the phone back in his pocket, he runs towards you instead and carefully tackles you into a hug.

“Please don’t scare me like that again.” He pleads, burying his face on your shoulders and seeping in your warmth, “Shit, I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

You slowly and hesitantly hug him back with the same tightness, finally succumbing to his warmth.

This was nice.

You could get used to this.

Home, this was definitely what home felt like.

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narutoblog · 3 years

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Hello🖐

I was wondering if you could write something where hidan keeps flirting with the reader but he later finds out that she is dating kisame?

a/n: omg this was so amusing to write; I’ve been reading a lot of Haikyu and watching some more comedic shows recently so this piece definitely came out a bit playful, but I hope you enjoy it!!

Breakfast w/the Akatsuki - Short scenario {Kisame, Hidan, & Reader}

prompt: Hidan flirts w/reader; reader is dating Kisame, Hidan finds out later

content/warnings: mostly playful dynamics b/w akatsuki members; Hidan’s flirting is pushy/borderline sexual harassment *potential trigger warning*, but still not angsty/dark!

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You could feel his eyes boring into your back from the moment he walked in. The steaming pot of soup dumplings before you made no difference; your body shuddered on instinct, a reaction to the perceived drop in temperature in his presence. Squaring your shoulders, you took a deep breath in and summoned your bright, customer service persona. He’s still a customer, he’s still a customer.. you reminded yourself.

“Hi, welcome to Amaya Dumpling Shop, how can I help you?” you cheered through gritted teeth.

The silhouetted figure settled across the counter and leaned forward, coming clearer into view. Leaning his silvery head in one hand, he sighed. “Ah come on now, what’s with the formalities y/n?” Hidan grinned, dark red eyes gleaming with mischief.

Refusing to falter from your professionalism, you continued, “Hidan-san, what can I get for you today?”

After studying your forced smile, Hidan smirked and lifted his other hand towards your face. Your body stiffened as his fingers slowly brushed against your jaw. “You know, you should really relax a bit more, or your face is going to get all wrinkled,” he advised, his smirk widening to show off his gleaming white teeth.

This little… Your fists shook under the counter as you imagined pummeling that stupid immortal body of his to the point of reuniting with Jashin. You relaxed slightly at the thought, then replied “Is that so?” You moved away from his hand. “Hidan san, if you’re not going to order anything, I suggest you take a seat or move out of the line. There are others waiting,” you nodded to the small line of Akatsuki members growing behind him.

Hidan raised his eyebrows and turned his head to glance at his fellow rogues. As he lifted his hand to wave off the others, a large skeletal tail shoved his body across the room, crashing into the shop’s tables and benches. You breathed a sigh of relief for a moment before you realized the damage done to the store.

“HAHA baaaka!!” Deidara shouted, laughing unashamedly at Hidan across the room. Tobi chimed in with frantic exclamations, asking if Hidan-san was okay.

“Sasori you little-” Hidan started, gripping the side of a broken table to slowly lift himself up. His unfortunate threats were interrupted by a chunk of splintered wood being thrown at his head, conspicuously attached to a chakra thread back in line. Tobi joined Deidara in a second fit of laughter as they watched Hidan scutter out of the way. Sasori’s porcelain face remained unmoved, greyish brown eyes patiently studying the menu now that it was in clear view.

“One dumpling soup special,” he ordered, voice delicate and calm. You smiled and nodded, the slight tension in your shoulders releasing as you walked through your routine. As you turned to prepare Sasori’s order, you could hear the familiar rumble of voices as individuals found their unbroken seats, with the occasional highlight of noise as Kakuzu and Hidan argued about the damages to the restaurant. You placed Sasori’s order on the side and turned back to the line of waiting customers.

“Oh Itachi-san, good morning!” You always loved seeing Itachi at the shop. He was reserved and respectful (unlike some of your other customers), and he had really taken a liking to your seasonal dango recipes. And since the Akatsuki travelled mostly in pairs, Itachi’s presence also usually meant..

“Kisame-san doesn’t seem to be with you today,” you observed. Itachi blinked and gave you a small, but knowing smile. Your face flushed red instantly. “I-I mean, not that it’s important, I was just noticing,” you stammered, unsuccessfully blowing off your earlier statement. “I’m guessing it’s the usual for you today, Itachi-san?”

Itachi nodded, then stepped aside. As you willed the blood to drain away from your reddened cheeks, you took the rest of your customer’s orders on autopilot. He’s usually always with Itachi-san, and it seems like they’re all here today.. After preparing all the dumpling orders, you placed them carefully on a tray to carry to the tables. You took a grounding breath in before lifting the weighted tray towards the tables of Akatsuki members.

“Finally!” Hidan exclaimed, watching you walk towards the table. You began placing everyone’s orders on the table in front of them. “I was beginning to think we’d never get a meal around here.” He grinned, his attitude clearly unchanged by the body slam moments ago.

You squinted into a forced smile. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Hidan-san. Here’s your order,” you bit out the words as politely as you could while placing the bowl of soup dumplings in front of him.

Hidan looked at his meal and frowned. “I don’t remember ordering this,” he muttered.

“I believe Kakuzu-san ordered this for you while you were still stuck between the tables,” you retorted.

Hidan glared at the green-eyed figure across from him. “You bastard, you know I can’t eat this! Jashin-sama would never forgive me if I took your pity food!”

“It isn’t pity, it’s an investment in our next mission,” Kakuzu grumbled back. “We need to leave quickly, we don’t have time for your ritualistic meal.”

“Well I won’t have any of it!” Hidan protested, shoving the bowl away from him. He looked up at you with an eerie smile. “I have an idea.. Maybe I can exchange this for something else here..” His red eyes shone as you instinctively tried to take a step back. You gasped as his hand grabbed your wrist and jerked you toward his lap. You tried to catch your balance as you tipped over with the tray still in your other hand, when you felt a cool, firm grip on your waist that held you up.

“I’d get rid of that hand if I were you,” a familiar deep voice rang from behind you. “I’d hate for Kakuzu-san to have to perform surgery so early in the morning.” The figure’s strong grip eased the tray out of your other hand, giving you a chance to turn and identify the person behind you. Kisame’s round eyes squinted slightly into a smile as a grin unintentionally spread across your face, redness returning to your cheeks.

“Kisame-san! You’re here!” you exclaimed a little too excitedly. Itachi hummed quietly in amusement at his seat. Kisame’s flickered to his partner’s eyes then back to you, quickly reading the signs of relief on your face to understand what had happened moments prior. Crystal eyes unwavering from yours, Kisame crushed Hidan’s hand just enough to get his fingers off your wrist, then pulled you in closer to his robe. You shook your wrist lightly, then placed your hands lightly on your cheek, desperately trying to cool them down. Your eyes closed on instinct as you breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of saltwater that always seemed to linger on his skin and clothes.

“Ugh, get a room!” Deidara shouted from the other table of Akatsuki members, mouth still filled with the food he was inhaling. You could feel yourself cringe as your face burned even hotter at his comment.

Kisame chuckled then released his hold on your waist. “Could you get me my usual order, y/n?” He asked politely, slowly walking around you to sit at the table. You nodded vigorously, then quickly ran off behind the counter to prepare his food. As you poured a hot cup of tea, you snuck glances towards the table where the large blue figure had practically shoved Hidan off the shared bench.

“What the HELL! You’re telling me a woman like that is dating a fish-monster like you?!” Hidan cried in disgust, seconds before being silenced. Kisame smiled and chuckled in approval as Kakuzu quickly sewed Hidan’s mouth shut. “Kakuzu YOU TEME-” Hidan muffled out before his lips met completely.

“If you’re not going to eat, then shut up,” Kakuzu growled, slowly raising another bite to his own mouth.

You stifled a giggle as you brought over Kisame’s tea and food to the table. “Here you go, Kisame-san,” you beamed. Kisame graciously accepted the meal and gave you a small smirk in satisfaction at the situation. You bit your lip and smirked back, then excused yourself back towards the counter.

“Wait wait wait let me guess, he’s saying ‘Jashin-sama will never forgive you for this!’” Deidara shouted mockingly, laughing along with Tobi. Hidan shouted his muffled curses angrily, reaching for his scythe when the red weapon was flung across the floor. Sasori sipped his tea and stared coolly at Hidan, whose face turned red from unspoken frustration.

As the group finished their meal, you couldn’t help but laugh, trading glances with Kisame across the room and listening happily to the banter of your favorite group of rogue customers.

#Naruto Shippuden #naruto fanfiction #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #hidan x reader #akatsuki #kisame #kisame x reader #Reader Request

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demonslayedher · 3 years

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Any Kny character you've grown to love/appreciate more??

Thanks for waiting, Anon, I have been trying to really, really hard to narrow this down, but the answer remains: the vast majority of the cast. The only character I loved right away was Tanjiro and that love kept me watching, as with almost every new character I was like, "ugh, I hate this guy. Here I was, having fun being emotionally invested in a high quality anime, and this might ruin it for me." But then the instant I see a different side of their character, I'm like, "...Oh." To go into some examples...

Zenitsu: I could not stand him right away, I hate womanizers, and his conniptions would go on so long that they held up the story. But Gotouge/Ufotable strung me along perfectly, the first glimpse of Thunder Breath made me immediately pay attention and think, "oh, that was cool. I want to see more of that." Seeing him protect the box pretty firmly put him in the "I need to protect this child" box in my heart. And then the spider demon happens, and I'm sending desperate reaction messages to a friend like "NOOOOOO!!!! BABBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYY!!!!" And then he annoyed me all over again at the start of Functional Recovery, ahaha. It's hard to remember how annoyed I was because I'm such a Zen Stan now, and he was a very firm favorite of mine by the time I finished binging the anime up to the last couple episodes, which I waited for as they came out. Inosuke: He was one of the reasons I was curious about the series, I saw some promotional art and was super curious about Nezuko's muzzle (I was one of the people who thought it was some ancient scroll or something, haha) and the kid with the boar mask. The art I saw showed his face, and I assumed he'd be some kid with a cracking voice performed by a female seiyuu. As much as I love Matsuoka's performance now, initially, since I knew what his face looked like, I found it grossly off-putting the moment I heard it. Then every chaotic thing Inosuke did dug a deeper hole; I very quickly decided I hated him, especially when he started beating up on the kid I was starting to like. As his chaos subsided he just became a character I tolerated, and then this happened:

Images you can hear, am I right? This immediately flipped the "BABY" switch in my heart. It was also a lot of fun to understand the Inosuke memes I was seeing everywhere. So by the end of the anime, I loved, loved, loved, loved the Tanjiro/Zenitsu/Inosuke interactions and desperately wanted more (still didn't like how Zenitsu bothered Nezuko, though). I was so impatient for more, but the manga art looked disappointingly off-putting. I figured the anime was successful enough that there'd eventually be more of it, and I wanted to be patient, but then I poked around, read some spoilers, got back into Tumblr to look at fanart and memes, saw a spoiler image of Tanjiro affected by Muzan's poison and the binge-read began. (That's kind of a lie, but I'll get to that.) Let's back up a few episodes. There I was, having a great time, the guy who I forgot about from Episode 1 was back and haha, I guess everyone hates him, and the chick who I figured was going to be a medic who saves Zenitsu in the nick of time turned out to be savage, awesome. I was sending reactions to my friends who were ahead of me, and then we left off seeing the Pillars staring down Best Boy. And I...

Well. Uh. Here, I've dug up an old convo for you, my comments are in blue.

Immediately followed by a passionate vocal rant, which I have transcribed here:

“I feel like what happened was that the mangaka was sitting around with his assistants and was like, ‘welp, gotta make this whole cast of characters, they gotta be so-o-o-o many more levels of extreme than all the other characters I’ve had so far, which isn’t hard, because all of the background characters are cannon fodder and I’ve just gotta leave them all with black hair and no personality traits. So! Gotta go to the opposite of the spectrum with the BIG! POWERFUL! People so no-o-o-body can be normal.’ And so he and his assistants sat down, and they all wrote down just random words or traits, and them put ‘em all in a hat. And then for each character, they pulled out a few of them and said, ‘OK. We’re gonna put these things together, now we have a character.’ And he was probably also like, ‘Iiiiiiiiiiiii’ll flesh them out later. For now, they just need t’… be there, and make an impact. How do we make an impact? By making sure it’s super, super clear what their character traits are. Here, we’ll have this guy repeat the word //HADE//…. ////HA DEEE//// over and over and over… to show that he’s a /showy/ person. Because he /cares/ about that. And he //should// care because that is his character and that’s why he’s powerful.’ OH MY GOSH, it’s so dumb.”

......orz I feel like Genya looking back at how he acted at the end of the Final Selection. I'm sorry, Gotouge, I had not even encountered your love for these characters yet in your little alligator form. Nor had I encountered the yet unseen-sides of these traumatized dragons and tigers. ...*coughs* Um. So. I was pretty harsh.

So this was my mindset, I went into the manga not caring about most of these characters and just wanting more Kamaboko squad interactions and wanting to hurry up and catch up to the battle with Muzan. And it's worth stating that I didn't mean to read it at first. I encountered a few spoilers, and just wanted to look for the context surrounding those parts, and then hunt for the (non-existent) build-up to those parts, and so... uh.........

I read a lot of the manga out of order, and yeah, that did affect how much I cared about what was going on. I didn't actually properly process a lot of it until later re-reads. But to try to state some things simply about each Pillar:

Giyuu: He was just 'ok' to me for a long time, I could see the appeal for why people I knew were fangirling over him but he didn't do it for me. His soft spot for Tanjiro was indeed endearing, though, and I firmly liked him by the time chapter 200 came out and I was properly heartbroken on his behalf.

Shinobu: She was intriguing, and then I liked her as soon as I saw her savage side, she was one of the characters I went hunting for spoilers for.

Rengoku: That stare really put me off at first, but I fell for him over the process of Tanjiro falling for him. When I first finished the train arc I sat back and said, "wow! That's going to make for a good movie!" and then in psyching myself out for the movie several months in advance, I fell hook, line, and sinker and was totally excited for him each time I saw the trailers. And then the movie was *stunning* and I love him even more. Uzui: He was the Pillar I hated most upon first meeting them. I blame the repeated use of his catchphrase. But then when he let his hair down to sell the kiddos the change in design helped warm me up more to him, like, "oh, there was a human in there." It took a long time for him to become more interesting to me, and an uncharacteristically subtle journey to becoming a character I liked. I am currently getting more and more psyched out for him and eager to see how much more I'm going to like him with the shiny Ufotable treatment. Mitsuri: At first I didn't remember her name, I had code-named her as "Boobs." But I kinda had a feeling she was going to grow on me quickly, and I was right, she's one of my easy favorites now. Muichiro: Who? Oh yeah, that kid who always kinda fell to the wayside in my attention. I'd see a lot of Muichiro-themed blogs and hear a lot of little girls looking at merch and showing a clear favoritism of him, and I'd like always react like Muichiro and just be like, "...", and then when I read his major battles I was more emotionally invested in things going on concurrently with other characters, and I was still like, "...", and then two days ago I revisited a Muichiro scene and was suddenly like, "......OH!!! MUICHIRO!!!!!" Himejima: I never really hated Himejima, even if I found his first impression kind of wimpy (haha... oh, I was so wrong). I had a pretty easy acceptance of him too, so I would generally count him among characters I like, but if you were to ask me why, I'd draw a blank. It's kind of a weirdly mature, subdued appreciation for him rather than passionate fangirling. But weirdly when I was daydreaming the other day I found myself thinking, "if I had to marry someone in the KnY cast, it would be Himejima." So like, not a fiery romance, but I see him as my dependable, sturdy rock to grow old with??? What is up with you, sub-conscious?? Iguro: My interest in him rises and falls. Being a Mitsuri fan helped warm me up to his character in the first place, which was the emotional tie I needed since his backstory didn't grip me much (I found it a frustrating distraction while I was desperately reading weekly updates). Reading more subtle details about his character in the fanbooks has brought me around and made me more curious about him, like I'd really like to be a fly on the wall for the conversation he had with Uzui one day about their pasts.

Sanemi: Hahaha, wow. He was so unlikable in the beginning, wasn't he? His character design (yeah, the eyes) was really off-putting too. But then I got to know him and there was no going back, I got totally played. He's a character I'm pretty fond of now and one of the characters I've enjoyed delving into most in fanfic. To keep this answer from getting too long, for the vaaaaaast majority of the cast, I was initially like, "meh" or "OK" or "ew" but now am like, "EEEEEEEEE, I LOVE THIS TOTALLY RANDOM UNIMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERRRRRRR" so you know... times change. And the more time I spend obsessed with Kimetsu no Yaiba, the more I like them all, so even the characters I'm lukewarm on will probably have their eventual days when they take over my heart and smash it.

#what do I even tag this?#it's not meta or nerdery #it's just me being a fangirl #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon Slayer

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